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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A54800	The revengeful queen a tragedy : as it was acted at the Theatre-Royal by His Majesty's servants / written by William Philips, Esq.	Philips, William, d. 1734.; D'Avenant, William, Sir, 1606-1668. Tragedy of Albovine.	1698 (1698)	Wing P2118; ESTC R17970	36,008	54

think that will excuse thee Dost believe I 'll listen till thou repeatst The Arts he us'd the Vows he made to win thee That will encrease my painful Rage too much Delay thy death and my Revenge too long Long. Give me leave to interceed for her Life Forgive her for her faithful Fathers sake Tho now he 'd joyn with you in your Revenge Nature will soon move him to pardon her And wish to have her stain'd rather than Dead Rosa. To his services let her own her Life But hence I can no longer bear her Sight Why this exceeds Alboino's Crime I burst with rage Tho 't is not that I love the fickle wretch For Wives are jealous tho they do not love Odoa I beg I may obtain one favour more That I may punish him for both our wrongs Then if I may advise take Longinus A worthier choice and which secures your Crown Rosa. Merits like his may hope for any thing But I 'll please my self in the Traytors Death Ha! behold he comes to his appointment How every circumstance agrees Retire and leave his Punishment to me Exeunt Longinus and Odoacre Now let me play the Woman to deceive Enter Almachild Pensive Alm. Was it a dream have Dreams such wondrous power Vast Prerogative of Sleep Thus to insult our thoughts when w' are awake Other Men sleep and so forget their Pain But one Hours sleep robs me for ever of my rest The Murder was as great the Sin as great before Yet was I easy in my Mind calm and at peace Do Sense and Judgment clearer work in Sleep Business and noyse diverted them before Sleep has awak'ned them to my eternal Plague Rosa. What mean those Sighs har'd Looks and heavy Gate a side Alm. Oh my Rosamund I have been seeking you To try to ease my Griefs b'imparting them For oh I bear a load within my Breast Enough to sink me to the lowest Hell But I 'm so filled so choak'd with black dispair I well may burst but have not breath to speak Rosa. What can this mean sure 't is to colour his design aside Alike we should relate our joys and griefs 'T will improve the one and lessen t'other As Winds imprison'd in the Earths Cavernes Then rage and storm with greatest Violenc And seem to shake the basis of the World But when they 've forc'd a Vent they quickly waste So sorrow stifl'd in our breasts racks most But why dost thou complain of Griefs and Pain Cannot a Crown and Queen compleat thy Joys Alm. Are you to ask the Cause of my despair You who compell'd me to the cruel deed Art thou so hardned in impenitence Or dost thou only ignorance affect Think on Alboino my murder'd Master Think on thy wrong'd Husband think on our King And then be happy doest not stattle thee Do's not despair and horror seize thy Soul Rosa. Nay then 't is time to kill the Tender Fool And end his idle superstitious Fears Else such disquiet Thoughts he 'll raise in me aside Alm. Confess the gnawing fortunes of thy Mind And with severest words accuse thy self That I may have a clearer Idea Of my Sin fill me with raging despair Till it distracts my distemper'd senses Oh wretched State oh tormenting Crime When I From Madness only can expect a Cure Rosa. Some melancholy dream has rais'd these thoughts Thou feest I am quiet and undisturb'd Nor can repent what Justice mov'd me to Alm. See where the Royal sacred Ghost appears starting See where he stands and bodes me certain Hell And look this cursed Hand is stain'd with Blood Rosa. You but create this anguish to your self There 's no such thing these are idle fancies Alma My Conscience sees him plain and tho he 's gone His dreadful Image is fixt ever here Break burst my Heart why shou'dst thou thus endure Such cruel Torments as admit no Cure From time it self thou canst not hope for ease No action past none to come can please Friendless without distraction all within Obdurate made as Punnishment for Sin Rosa. These sad thoughts Musick and Love shall banish Retire with me to my Alcove and try their Force Alm. Lead on and dispose of me as you please But much I fear there can no Art be found To heal my Minds envenom'd desperate Wound Exeunt SONG I. OH Love how mighty are thy Joys Who can bear th' Extasy Joy so great my Life destroys In Rapture now I dye II. But that I ever might partake Of such transporting Bliss I wou'd in t'ether World awake As I expire in this After the Song is ended the Scene draws and discovers Rosamund and Almachild sitting she with a Cup in her hand Rosa. Here 's what will end his care 't is a Poison Of such force three drops destroys him in a moment aside Still you appear disturb'd my Almachild Have my tender Embraces no effect Shall all my Arts and Love be try'd in vain Will nought dispel your melancholy thoughts Alma Nothing can ease me while my Mem'ry lasts Music heightens and improves our passions It encreases but never changes them The pleasant it transports with Mirth and Joy But fills the sad with a more fierce Despair Rosa. If Love and Music can't prevail try this Here I 've prepar'd a Cordial for my Love Alma Wine for the present may allay our Griefs But they 'll return and rack with double Force Howe're give it me I 'd leave nought untry'd He takes the Bowl and Drinks A Cordial is it 't is strangely nauseous I cannot force my Stomach to receive One drop more what means this sudden coldness Near my Heart and this swimming in my Head Rosa. I find it begins to work already Half he has drank will send him strait to Hell aside Alm. Now 't is plain by all my fears 't is Poyson But she shall not triumph in my Death too aside Here my Rosamund I find its Virtues To be so excellent that you must pledge me Rosa. I need it not I have my health intire Alm. Oh thou bloody Monster worse than Woman How have I deserv'd this barbarity Thy refusal as well as my Torments Discovers thy baseness But I 'll not fall alone Here drink this while I have strength to force thee Rosa. Help Murder help where are my Guards Murder Alm. Thy resistance is vain here take thy choice Drink or I 'll strike this Dagger to thy Heart Nay delay not one Moment if thou dost offering to stab her Rosa. Hold give it me Death looks less dreadful here She drinks and then Enter Longinus Aistolfus Desiderio Odoacre Guards Alma So now let them come to her assistance I dye pleas'd since time was for this deed giv'n And by this Justice I may merit Heav'n Dies Long. What does this mean Whence proceeds his Death and your fainting Looks Rosa. Ah! you are come too late he has forc'd me To share the Poison I prepar'd for him Odoacre there then dread thy Fate next Justice has overtaken the Murder I contriv'd and will soon thy Treachery T' Enemies your Country you betray'd While I a Plot to kill Alboino laid No Art can thee from divine Justice guard And I in Death and Hell shall meet Reward Dies Desid Were 't thou the Villain who betray'd the Town Thus Traytor I 'll fulfil her Prophecy They fight Long. Hold part them Odoacre falls Odoa I have deserv'd this end and shou'd rejoyce I 've liv'd long in misery my Conscience Plagu'd me so much I cou'd no more bear Life My Fate is just and kind I 'll not complain And Death may end but can't encrease my Pain Dies Long. I will not blame what Justice bid thee do Nor for interest will protect Villains to Desiderio But her I must lament not all her Crimes Not death can deprive her of her beauty looking on Rosamund Aist. Be pleas'd and thankful for Heaven's Justice Which has wisely freed you from the Love Which would else have sully'd all your Renown Long. Time may perswade me to mind your advice But that I may pay the Regard that 's due To the noble Alboino's Memory Wear the Crown which he bequeath'd you and be Assur'd Justinus will confirm the gift But only promise to remain his friend And quit all pretensions to Verona Aist. I 'll readily agree to any terms So I may preserve Longinus friendship The greatest businss of my life is o're Alboino's death is now fully reveng'd Yet for his fall grief still my breast distends Crowns cannot recompence the loss of Friends Exeunt Omnes EPILOGUE Spoke by Miss Dennis Chock OF all the Actors you have seen this day Our Scribbler culls out me t' excuse his Play I cry'd I was too young be said he knew The likeliest way to please was to be new I cou'd not choose but laugh to find the Fool Shou'd think Ine're was try'd bred in this School And therefore to remove his gross mistake I told I 'd been us'd before to speak But since I was 't address to you he swore It was no fault to have been us'd Before Tho he has taken after all wrong measure Either to give the Men or Ladies Pleasure Gladly he wou'd divert yon beauteous Row In vain he strives for by my self I know They hate what they admir'd an hour ago Yet since they are not always of one mind Some at some minutes may perhaps be kind One tender look from them will please him more Than when the Pit applauds or Gall'ries roar And for the Men I m told there was a time When nothing mov'd like Virgins in their Prime But Time alas is chang'd now 't is not so Nothing will please the Beaux now but a Beau. They come not now with Masks to keep a pother But from Side-boxes ogle one another But I forget for what I am come here Well 't is not yet too late because I hear For all your forward boasts you love the Rear I come to beg for Mercy for the Play Yet do not think I 'll for your Judgment stay No I 'll be gone because such gen'rous Youths When my Back 's turn'd will speak the kindest Truths FINIS