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Romulus and Hersilia, or, The Sabine war a trage dy acted at the Dukes Theatre.
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Behn, Aphra, 1640-1689.
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render'd all my blood degenerate Hers. My Lord To Romulus Rom. My better life Retire Hersilia Raising her O do not thus expose to the blind Sword A life inestimable To see you bleed Wou'd kill my very Soul Shou'd I lose you I lose a thousand lives a thousand worlds Hers. Perish a thousand Worlds before I see My Father kill my Husband He my Father You both devide my Duty I live in both And die in either why shou'd you then endeavor To murder me twice over in your selves I had rather once in my own person die Than twice in yours Begin begin with me Take my life he that pleases take it freely But spare each other Tat. These Romulus are your security I 'le draw my Party off some other time We 'll find an hour more masculine and noble When we may act like men not talk to women Hers. O stay for to part thus has something in 't Worse than my present fears O hear me Sabines Hear me you noble Romans If for my sake This war was first begun why for my sake May it not now be ended Am I Hersilia Have I a Father and a Husband here And yet want interest to mediate with you Sure Nature cannot be so far defective I know my Father cannot be obdurate I know it by my self if he were cruel I could not be compassionate and kind No he was never cruel 't was but dissimulation When lately he condemn'd my Lord and I. Tat. Thus far 't is true tho I condemn'd you justly I never meant the threatned Execution Curtius knows it But what is that to this We now meet equal And I to vindicate my Right and Honour Hersilia give us way when Kings dispute Swords are their Arguments Force their perswasion Hers. No make your way to him through me Yet hold Your Sword is needless I feel a sharper weapon The thought of your unkindness kills me surer Faints Rom. O stay fair Soul If but one minute longer Stay but to take me with you No she 's gone Look back Hersilia I shall soon o're take you Offers to fall on his Sword Hostilius holds him Hersilia recovers Hers. What pleasing voice unkindly calls me back From the eternal rest of injur'd Lovers Sure 't is my Lord it must it must be he No Tongue but his can draw Souls from Heaven Embracing Rom. Tat. I am o'recome He that can see such Love And yet not melt is not a Man but Devil I yield O Divine power of Love That can subdue a fury such as mine He Embraces Romulus and Hersilia Be happy in each other best of Lovers My Daughter and my Son I 'm doubly blest Since now in knowing you I know my blessing Sheath all your Swords give the Command abroad That like me each embrace his Enemy Curtius and Hostilius Embrace c. Hers. O happy change Rom. Blest be Hersilia ever Since to her Piety we owe this change Never was War so ended Host. Yet one more blessing Sir and we are all happy To Tat. Approaching with Feliciana Our hearts are both united We only want Your favour to compleat a Glorious Hymen Tat. This is my second comfort Take her Hostilius For you deserve her Thou second Romulus Live Love and be as happy as the first Cur. Tarpeius you alone know my dishonour Aside to Tarp. My false base Treason and the Love that caused it My mind is now reform'd I am no more Rival to Romulus but his admirer When I behold his flame my own expires As brighter Suns put out the lesser fires As you are Noble then conceal my shame For I repent it much And I am now prepar'd by future kindness To pay off all that mighty Debt of Love Which I have too long ow'd to your much injured Daughter Sp. Tarp. Your Debts discharged Sabinus and hers already paid To Nature Tarpeia is no more Cur. Tarpeia dead Forbid it Heaven Sp. Tarp. Unable to endure the sense of such dishonour As her unhappy Love contracted by her own hand She washt the spots of Fame in her own blood Cur. Ah Noble Maid too brave and too unhappy Heroes and Demy-Gods shall Celebrate Tarpeia Queens when they 'd Name a Maid of mighty Courage And vindicate their Sex above the Male Will say Tarpeia But most the hapless Lover When he complains of Cross and Cruel Stars Shall weeping mention her sad fate and call it his Sp. Tarp. Curtius no more Let us forget our sorrows We injure much our Countries publick Joy No Passion now shou'd Raign but Love and Triumph Tat. Romans and Sabines are no longer two But the same Nation now Where such a Love Has shew'd the way to Rome we must all follow Rom. Renown'd for ever be this day and place Here for all Ages let the Roman Tribes Fix their Comitium for more solemn meetings Here every year let all the blooming Youth And tender Virgins of our now own people In Songs and Revels Celebrate this day And as a Monument of the late wonder Let Ianus Temple ever open stand When Rome has War the God for us will fally Happy the Nuptials when two Kingdomes Wed Empire and Crowns spring from that Marriage Bed FINIS EPILOGUE Writ By Mrs. A. Behn Spoken by Tarpeia FAir Ladies pitty an unhappy Maid By Fortune and by faithless Love betray'd Innocent once I scarce knew how to sin Till that unlucky Devil entring in Did all my Honour all my Faith undo Love like Ambition makes us Rebels too And of all Treasons mine was most accurst Rebelling 'gainst a King and Father first A Sin which Heav'n nor Man can e're forgive Nor could I Act it with the face to live My Dagger did my Honours cause redress But oh my blushing Ghost must needs confess Had my young Charming Lover faithful been I fear I 'd dy'd with unrepented Sin There 's nothing can my Reputation save With all the True the Loyal and the Brave Not my Remorse or Death can expiate With them a Treason 'gainst the KING and State Some Love-sick Maid perhaps now I am gone Raging with Love and by that Love undone May form some little Argument for me T' excuse m' Ingratitude and Treachery Some of the Sparks too that infect the Pit Whose Honesty is equal to their Wit And think Rebellion but a petty Crime Can turn to all sides Int'rest does incline May cry I gad I think the Wench is wise Had it prov'd Lucky t was the way to rise She had a Roman Spirit that disdains Dull Loyalty and the yoke of Sovereigns A Pox of Fathers and Reproach to come She was the first and Noblest Whig of Rome But may that Ghost in quiet never rest Who thinks it self with Traytors Praises blest FINIS