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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A37158	Circe a tragedy as it is acted at His Royal Highness the Duke of York's Theatre / by Charles D'Avenant ...	Davenant, Charles, 1656-1714.	1677 (1677)	Wing D302; ESTC R8025	34,614	66

crime How insolent and careless is her Pride She will not stoop her black Designs to hide In all her Crimes she would be something kind Did she with care the jealous Husband blind In the Election Iphigenia's hand Obeys with humble Duty my command Stranger thou diest it is the fate of all Who in the Fetters of her Beauty fall Exit ACT III. Scene the Temple of Diana Taurica Iphigenia Osmida Iph. WHat danger should not helpless Virgins fear From Lust which is by Pow'r protected here Your Father weary of all Vertue grown Does now aloud his guilty passion own The Tempest of his Soul does hou'rly rise He threatens Rapes and Murder with his Eyes I am a wretched Thing without defence And flie to you the Heav'n of Innocence Your Arms are persecuted Vertues guard You love th' opprest and Chastity reward Here I will ever weep my Honour save Embracing Osmida Let me at least go spotless to the Grave Osm My dearest Ithigenia do not weep Under my Wings you shall securely sleep Tho' like your conqu'ring Eyes your Vertue be Unhappy Virgin fatal still to me Since they do both with so rich lustre shine That they eclipse the fainter light of mine Scene Second Enter Ithacus Approach my Tyrant none does love like me A Rivals fall others with triumph see But I with tenderness for mine can fear And against all in her defence appear Against the oppression of my Father too Who would the ruine of her Fame pursue Iph. How peaceful was this place how calm you were Till Iphigenia's sad arrival here Death quickly shall benight these fatal Eyes Th' unhappy Authors of your Miseries Ith. Rather than entertain his Love expire It were a Crime your safety to desire In this long Journey I the way will lead And trace you out the path which you must tread A full reward for all my pains I have If we' are at last united in the Grave Osm Ah cruel Ithacus ' twoul'd grieve me less Should you such kindness with your Eyes express Enough one look or glance in Love can plead Too well your Heart she in your Eyes may read But whil'st by words your passion you declare You wound my Soul too deeply through my Ear. What Magick can you in her Beauty see Rather to dye with her than live with me Weeping Iph. He must not die but here a Pris'ner stay Till he a mighty debt of Love does pay Osm Alas his Heart must now a Bankrupt be For he has lavish't all that wealth on thee And nothing nothing does remain for me Distress'd alike we all to Death will go We shall not in Death's blest Dominions know The cares which mortal Lovers feel below Iph. Thy cruel Heart cannot such goodness move Go for a Pardon kneel repent and love You Pow'rs that cherish Vertue and prepare Those dreadful Thunders which the wicked fear Can you be never weary to forgive Shall this ungrateful Prince for ever live Osm Now I must chide thy zeal that dares to move In so profane a rage against my Love I can forgive him let us charm our grief And for our miseries seek some relief With tender joy the King will hear me speak I 'le shew him the black crime without disguise Kings are but bad because few dare advise A martial Musick Iph. We have new griefs the Martial sounds we hear Declare the sad Procession to be near Osm But common blood had yet our Altar fed Which was like that of Beasts unpitied shed But these brave Youths seem rather Deities That might expect not be a Sacrifice Iph. The sad election is already made Where I the King or rather Love obey'd Aside The Priests the Captive Strangers and the King Into the Temples holiest part we bring I made my choice and bade the Pophae bind That Youth whom for Victim I design'd We swore our Temples Laws should be fulfill'd And the Great Victim at the Altar kill'd Osm But did the Grecians with firm Vertue wait The unjust stroke of their approaching Fate Iph. All that the Strangers did was great and brave Each begg'd to die and would the other save My Sentence pass'd just as I crown'd the Head Of him who to the Altar must be lead Cold trembling ceas'd me and did stop my breath All appear'd gloomy as the Shades of Death And in this Trance me thoughts a Sacred Voyce With dreadful words seem'd to upbraid my choice My Fathers reverend Ghost did then appear All stain'd with Blood whil'st I dissolv'd with fear It cry'd aloud mourn Iphigenia mourn Thou hast disturb'd my Ashes in their Urne Unhappy Maid thou art about a Deed At which the Earth will groan and Nature bleed This said the angry Form dissolv'd to Air I fear our Stars some dismal fate prepare Osm I 'le from this dismal Scene retire and pray In some close Shade weeping our sins away Ex. Osm Scene Fourth Enter Circe Cir. Death and confusion I am lost betray'd For ever lost where is this cruel Maid Enter four Spirits Perfidious King my careless Spirits appear More than ten thousand Hells my anger fear Weep Iphigenia 't is a mighty cause That from these Eyes such Streams of Sorrow draws Iph. Ah speak what have I done that I must pay So many Tears to wash the guilt away Cir. Lust Zeal Ambition never did incline The blackest Monster to a Crime like thine Ah Iphigenia what did guide thy hand To make that fatal choice the Kings command Iph. In the election I the King obey'd Cir. Curse on my Folly we are both betray'd Know then Orestes Agamemnon's Son Who rang'd about the World himself to shun That Noble Relick of thy glorious Race Is by the Priests conducted to this place Crown'd and prepar'd to die condemn'd by thee Iph. My Brother Heavens Cir. The wretched Victim see The Scene opens to the inward part of the Temple Orestes is discovered crown'd as to the Sacrifice with him Diana's Priests bearing her Images Pylades Guards and Attendants Weep till thy sorrows drown the World and me Iph. Arise arise you vapours of the Night Hide me alas I dread that fatal sight Ores My Iphigenia in thy breast receive Embracing That joyful Soul which will my bosome leave Iph. Dear Brother haste from Death and me escape Fly your ill Genius in a Sisters shape Ores Ah let me now expire since I have seen Her for whose sake I have a Stranger been To Greece and happy rest me thinks 't is sweet Though we doe here in Death's sad Region meet Iph. Why did I beg of Heav'n to see this hou'r Oh! that you had been shipwrack't on our shore You have escap'd the dangers of the Sea It 's Rocks and stormes to perish here by me Ores Weep not for me for I deserve no tears I have out-liv'd my vertue many years 'T is time that I should dye your sorrow keep For those whose fall 't is Piety to weep Thank every God that in this distant place You saw