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A36602
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Aureng-Zebe, a tragedy acted at the Royal Theatre / written by John Dryden.
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Dryden, John, 1631-1700.
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1676
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please to lengthen out his date A day and take a pride to cozen Fate Nour. 'T will not be safe to let him live an hour Mor. I 'll do 't to show my Arbitrary pow'r Nour. Fortune may take him from your hands again And you repent th' occasion lost in vain Mor. I smile at what your Female fear foresees I 'm in Fate 's place and dictate her Decrees Let Arimant be call'd Exit one of his Attendants Aur. Give me the poison and I 'll end your strife I hate to keep a poor precarious life Would I my safety on base terms receive Know Sir I could have liv'd without your leave But those I could accuse I can forgive By my disdainful silence let 'em live Nour. What am I that you dare to bind my hand To Mor. So low I 've not a Murder at command Can you not one poor Life to her afford Her who gave up whole Nations to your Sword And from th' abundance of whose Soul and Heat Th'o'rflowing serv'd to make your mind so great Mor. What did that greatness in a Woman's mind Ill lodg'd and weak to act what it design'd Pleasure 's your portion and your slothful ease When Man 's at leisure study how to please Soften his angry hours with servile care And when he calls the ready Feast prepare From Wars and from affairs of State abstain Women Emasculate a Monarch's Reign And murmuring Crouds who see 'em shine with Gold That pomp as their own ravish'd Spoils behold Nour. Rage choaks my words 't is Womanly to weep Aside In my swoll'n breast my close revenge I 'll keep I 'll watch his tender'st part and there strike deep Exit Aur. Your strange proceeding does my wonder move Yet seems not to express a Brother's love Say to what Cause my rescu'd life I owe. Mor. If what you ask would please you should not know But since that knowledge more than Death will grieve Know Indamora gain'd you this Reprieve Aur. And whence had she the pow'r to work your change Mor. The pow'r of Beauty is not new or strange Should she command me more I could obey But her request was bounded with a day Take that and if you 'll spare my farther crime Be kind and grieve to death against your time Enter Arimant Remove this Pris'ner to some safer place He has for Indamora's sake found grace And from my Mother's rage must guarded be Till you receive a new Command from me Arim. Thus Love and Fortune persecute me still And make me Slave to every Rivals will Aside Aur. How I disdain a Life which I must buy With your contempt and her inconstancy For a few hours my whole content I pay You shall not force on me another day Exit with Arimant Enter Melesinda Mel. I have been seeking you this hour 's long space And fear'd to find you in another place But since you 're here my jealousie grows less You will be kind to my unworthiness What shall I say I love to that degree Each glance another way is robb'd from me Absence and Prisons I could bear again But sink and die beneath your least disdain Mor. Why do you give your mind this needless care And for your self and me new pains prepare I ne'r approv'd this passion in excess If you would show your love distrust me less I hate to be pursu'd from place to place Meet at each turn a stale domestic face Th'approach of jealousie Love cannot bear He 's wild and soon on wing if watchful eyes come near Mel. From your lov'd presence how can I depart My eyes pursue the object of my heart Mor. You talk as if it were our Bridal night Fondness is still th' effect of new delight And Marriage but the pleasure of a day The Metall 's base the Gilding worn away Mel. I fear I 'm guilty of some great offence And that has bred this cold indifference Mor. The greatest in the world to flesh and bloud You fondly love much longer than you shou'd Mel. If that be all which makes your discontent Of such a crime I never can repent Mor. Would you force Love upon me which I shun And bring course fare when appetite is gone Mel. Why did I not in Prison die before My fatal freedom made me suffer more I had been pleas'd to think I dy'd for you And doubly pleas'd because you then were true Then I had hope but now alas have none Mor. You say you love me let that love be shown 'T is in your power to make my happiness Mel. Speak quickly to command me is to bless Mor. To Indamora you my Suit must move You 'll sure speak kindly of the man you love Mel. Oh! rather let me perish by your hand Than break my heart by this unkind command Think 't is the onely one I could deny And that 't is harder to refuse than die Try if you please my Rival's heart to win I 'll bear the pain but not promote the sin You own what e'r perfections man can boast And if she view you with my eyes she 's lost Mor. Here I renounce all love all Nuptial ties Hence forward live a stranger to my eyes When I appear see you avoid the place And haunt me not with that unlucky face Mel. Hard as it is I this command obey And haste while I have life to go away In pity stay some hours till I am dead That blameless you may court my Rival's Bed My hated face I 'll not presume to show Yet I may watch your steps where e'r you go Unseen I 'll gaze and with my latest breath Bless while I die the Author of my death Weeping Enter Emperor Emp. When your Triumphant Fortune high appears What cause can draw these unbecoming tears Let cheerfulness on happy Fortune wait And give not thus the Counter-time to Fate Mel. Fortune long frown'd and has but lately smil'd I doubt a Foe so newly reconcil'd You saw but sorrow in its waning form A working Sea remaining from a Storm When the now weary Waves roul o'r the Deep And faintly murmur ere they fall asleep Emp. Your inward griefs you smother in your mind But Fame's loud voice proclaims your Lord unkind Mor. Let Fame be busie where she has to do Tell of fought Fields and every pompous Show Those Tales are fit to fill the Peoples ears Monarchs unquestion'd move in higher Spheres Mel. Believe not Rumor but your self and see The kindness 'twixt my plighted Lord and me Kissing Morat This is our State thus happily we live These are the quarrels which we take and give Aside to Mor. I had no other way to force a Kiss Forgive my last Farewel to you and Bliss Exit Emp. Your haughty carriage shows too much of scorn And love like hers deserves not that return Mor. You 'll please to leave me judge of what I do And not examine by the outward show Your usage of my Mother might be good I judg'd it not Emp.
and Castles justl'd in the Air My Sword thy way to Victory had shown And ow'd the Conquest to it self alone Aur. Those fair Idea's to my aid I 'll call And emulate my great Original Or if they fail I will invoke in Arms The pow'r of Love and Indamora's Charms Emp. I doubt the happy influence of your Star T' invoke a Captives name bodes ill in War Aur. Sir give me leave to say What ever now The Omen prove it boded well to you Your Royal Promise when I went to fight Oblig'd me to resign a Victor's right Her liberty I fought for and I wonn And claim it as your General and your Son Emp. My ears still ring with noise I 'm vext to death Tongue-kill'd and have not yet recover'd-breath Nor will I be prescrib'd my time by you First end the War and then your Claim renew While to your Conduct I my Fortune trust To keep this pledge of duty is but just Aur. Some hidden cause your jealousie does move Or you could ne'r suspect my Loyal Love Emp. What love soever by an Heir is shown He waits but time to step into the Throne You 're neither justifi'd nor yet accus'd Mean while the Pris'ner with respect is us'd Aur. I know the kindness of her Guardian such I need not fear too little but too much But how Sir how have you from virtue swerv'd Or what so ill return have I deserv'd You doubt not me nor have I spent my bloud To have my faith no better understood Your Soul 's above the baseness of distrust Nothing but Love could make you so unjust Emp. You know your Rival then and know 't is fit The Son's should to the Father's Claim submit Aur. Sons may have right which they can never quit Your self first made that Title which I claim First bid me love and authoris'd my flame Emp. The value of my gift I did not know If I could give I can resume it too Aur. Recal your gift for I your power confess But first take back my life a gift that 's less Long life would now but a long burthen prove You 're grown unkind and I have lost your love My grief let unbecoming speeches fall I should have di'd and not complain'd at all Emp. Witness yee Pow'rs How much I suffer'd and how long I strove Against th' assaults of this imperious Love I represented to my self the shame Of perjur'd Faith and violated Fame Your great deserts how ill they were repay'd All arguments in vain I urg'd and weigh'd For mighty Love who Prudence does despise For Reason show'd me Indamora's Eyes What would you more my crime I sadly view Acknowledge am asham'd and yet pursue Aur. Since you can love and yet your error see The same resistless pow'r may plead for me With no less ardor I my claim pursue I love and cannot yield her even to you Emp. Your elder Brothers though o'rcome have right The youngest yet in Arms prepar'd to fight But yielding her I firmly have decreed That you alone to Empire shall suceed Aur. To after Ages let me stand a shame When I exchange for Crowns my Love or Fame You might have found a mercenary Son To profit of the Battels he had won Had I been such what hinder'd me to take The Crown nor had th' exchange been yours to make While you are living I no right pretend Wear it and let it where you please descend But from my Love 't is Sacrilege to part There there 's my Throne in Indamora's heart Emp. 'T is in her heart alone that you must Reign You 'll find her person difficult to gain Give willingly what I can take by force And know Obedience is your safest course Aur. I 'm taught by Honour's precepts to obey Fear to Obedience is a slavish way If ought my want of duty could beget You take the most prevailing means to threat Pardon your Bloud that boils within my veins It rises high and menacing disdains Even death 's become to me no dreadful name I 've often met him and have made him tame In fighting fields where our acquaintance grew I saw him and contemn'd him first for you Emp. Of formal duty make no more thy boast Thou disobey'st where it concerns me most Fool with both hands thus to push back a Crown And headlong cast thy self from Empire down Though Nourmahal I hate her Son shall Reign Inglorious thou by thy own fault remain Thy younger Brother I 'll admit this hour So mine shall be thy Mistris his thy Pow'r Exit Aur. How vain is Virtue which directs our ways Through certain danger to uncertain praise Barren and aery name thee Fortune flies With thy lean Train the Pious and the Wise. Heav'n takes thee at thy word without regard And lets thee poorly be thy own reward The World is made for the bold impious man Who stops at nothing seizes all he can Justice to merit does weak aid afford She trusts her Ballance and neglects her Sword Virtue is nice to take what 's not her own And while she long consults the Prize is gone To him Dianet Dia. Forgive the Bearer of unhappy news Your alter'd Father openly pursues Your ruine and to compass his intent For violent Morat in haste has sent The Gates he order'd all to be unbarr'd And from the Market-place to draw the Guard Aur. How look the People in this turn of State Dia. They mourn your ruine as their proper Fate Cursing the Empress for they think it done By her procurement to advance her Son Him too though aw'd they scarcely can forbear His pride they hate his violence they fear All bent to rise would you appear their Chief Till your own Troops come up to your relief Aur. Ill treated and forsaken as I am I 'll not betray the glory of my name 'T is not for me who have preserv'd a State To buy an Empire at so base a rate Dia. The points of Honour Poets may produce Trappings of life for Ornament not Use Honour which onely does the name advance Is the meer raving madness of Romance Pleas'd with a word you may sit tamely down And see your younger Brother force the Crown Aur. I know my fortune in extremes does lie The Sons of Indostan must Reign or die That desperate hazard Courage does create As he plays frankly who has least Estate And that the World the Coward will despise When Life 's a Blank who pulls not for a Prize Dia. Of all your knowledge this vain fruit you have To walk with eyes broad open to your Grave Aur. From what I 've said conclude without reply I neither would Usurp nor tamely die Th' attempt to flie would guilt betray or fear Besides 't were vain the Fort 's our Prison here Somewhat I have resolv'd Morat perhaps has Honour in his breast And in extremes bold Counsels are the best Like Emp'ric Remedies they last are tri'd And by th' event condemn'd or justifi'd Presence of mind