That ushering Squire to her amorous Errantry The Boy as Boys will talk the mighty Secret Alas too weighty for his tender strength Amongst his small Companions at their parting Dropt it behind him and the Tale thus handed Amongst my laughing Slaves it reacht my Ear. King So hot my Minion A follower of a Camp A Leaguer Devil Cel. Nay now you 're too unkind What has she done Remember Sir she brought you Youth and Beauty And scarcely tasted Love before she lost it And if poor Lady forsaken thus unkindly It takes some harmless freedom Is 't so great A Fault in our poor Sex to look abroad Only to borrow what we 've lost at home King My Brother too that Preaching Saint her Stallion Cel. Oh fie Sir such hard Words and such sad Names King Damnation This is Impudence enough To fire the Veins of Statues Had she plaid The private Wanton took her scapes in Covert In Groves or Shades But in the face of Day To run t' a Camp and publish my Dishonour Before Two hundred thousand Witnesses Like a trail'd Scent for the whole Hunting World To run me down a Monster Cel. Now the kind Gods defend your Sacred Peace Why all this Rage King Death At an Armies head The Din of War to tune her sporting Dalliance ' Larm'd to Lust and Trumpeted to Infamy Cel. Nay if I thought I should have rais'd this Storm King Now by the Fame of all my Royal Ancestors That sleep beneath the Dust or wake above the Stars If I show Mercy on 'em Cel. How Sir Mercy King Bring the returning Fiends but to my reach Not â—â—terceding Victory Crowns Laurels The Conquer'd Scythia nor Orontes Head Shall buy their forfeit Lives Cel. How Sir their Lives Oh Heavens what have I done King Madam forgive me one retiring Minute And think no common Fire my Bosom warms When it has pow'r to snatch me from these Arms. Exit Cel. Both both their Lives A hearty Promise King And I 'll take care thou shalt perform as heartily Yes through their Hearts my path to Empire lies Chalk'd out so plain my Devils must booty play If in so fair a Walk I miss my way Exeunt Scene A Camp Enter Herminia and Mirvan Mirv. Command the Chariot to attend Queen Where is 't thou lead'st me Boy Mirv. To a Cloyster Madam The silent Cell for your reposing Sorrows Queen But Boy is this my way Methinks I hear The sound of neighing Steeds and ecchoing Trumpets And view a spacious Plain before me cover'd With Tents and Standarts say my gentle Boy Where am I Mirv. In the Camp Queen Ha! In the Camp Mirv. The Persian Camp Queen Oh Boy What hast thou done Mirv. Nothing dear Madam only executed Your dread Commands Queen Mine Mirv. Since the Glorious choice Of your retiring Solitude a shrine Worthy so bright a Saint was Charge too weighty For my young Years I have conducted you This way that kind Tygranes Queen How Tygranes Mirv. Yes Madam that that generous Prince's care May be your Nobler Guide and kindly finish That Sacred Trust my weakness undeserves Queen Good Heaven The Prince Mirv. Madam I have sent for him Pardon th'officious Zeal of your poor Slave Queen Thou rash unthinking Boy Enter Tygranes Mirv. And see he 's here Tygr. Madam a pleasing but surprizing Message Told me that that all beauteous Excellence My Camp thus Honour'd with her Royal Presence Was pleas'd t' have some Commands for poor Tygranes Queen Commands Tygranes No that idle Boy That naughty thing Oh Prince I am all Confusion Tygr. Let not a faint desire check your fair Thoughts Nor doubt your Vassals Honours nor Obedience If there 's ought lodg'd within that Sacred Breast There needs no more than that dear Breath of Life To speak and to create Queen Alas Tygranes I know not what to say And yet my Silence Has such a guilty Look Forgive my Blushes And I will speak Oh Prince despairing Loves Tormenting Pangs have brought this wretched wanderer Stoll'n from a hated Court Tygr. How Madam Queen Stoll'n From all the Syrens Songs and Circes Bowls That from these Arms have stoll'n my dearest Lord. I have left th'uneasie Load of tarnish'd Diadems In some lone Cell to seek my Peace and Grave But this unlucky Guide this foolish Boy Mirv. My Royal Mistress too much Honour'd Confident But the important Charge too great my Zeal For her dear Service has surpriz'd her hither Only t'implore your kind assisting Hand Tygr. Madam in this rash Deed what have you done Queen Done Tygranes Left Infidelity Ingratitude False Oaths gay Sin and glitt'ring shame behind me Tygr. Yes left Shame to meet Shame Queen What says Tygranes Tygr. What all Mankind must say Oh Madam think Think what reflecting Names the censuring World Must give so frail a weakness Fled from Court Run poorly run Queen Yes with my wrongs Tygr. Wrongs Madam Are Wrongs so heavy as to out-weigh Honour Queen And is it that dishonourable Flight To quit the World to seek the Arms of Heaven Tygr. Heaven must be sought as Heaven prescribes our seeking Thou art a Wife Herminia and the Seal Of plighted Faith entail'd Obedience on thee Is this Commission'd Flight thy Lords Command Or ' cause he breaks his Vows must thou break thine Queen What 's this I hear Tygr. Wou'dst thou seek Heaven Herminia A noble Patience is thy Scale to mount it Is it a pain to live too near thy wrongs To see thy Lord run Faithless from thy Arms To an Adultress Bed Let thy wet Eyes Turn from his Shame and weep for his Conversion If he be False wait his return to Truth But if he ne'r return perform Thy part Finish thy lingring mourning Race of Martyrdom And ' win the Crown of Love Queen Oh Prince thou talk'st Tygr. As thou shouldst Act Herminia But this mean Ignoble Flight will blemish all thy Brightness Thy Fame thy Virtue thy Religion all stand frighted at the Thought Queen Kind Prince no more Tygr. Yes one thing more let my prevailing Pray'rs Recall thy wandring Reason and return thee To thy ungrateful Lord. Queen Enough dear Prince You 've wak'd my Shame and touch'd my Soul so near That I must follow where such Glory leads Tygr. Then instantly I 'll dispatch a kind Express T' excuse thy blushing Fault and smooth thy way Till then this Night accept a poor Pavilion Too mean a Palace But Respect and Reverence Shall make up what the humble Roof has wanting Queen Dispose me as you please Tygr. To Morrow's Sun decides the face of Scythia If Victory shall please t' attend my Chariot I 'll be my self thy proud returning Guard But if I fall with my last dying Breath To the surviving World I will bequeath thee A charge worthy the World protected Innocence Mirv. It goes on rarely Tyg Look up dear Madam Heav'n may still have Joys Reserved But if of all all hopes bereft Thy wrongs are all thy mournful portion left Shine through
I have out-liv'd her Fall 'T is onely to outact her Vengeance She Poor Martyr dyed too soon Her closing Eyes Shut out that charming scene the rowzing Thunder Hung o're her punisht Ravishers head she dyed Before her dear Revenge But I would live For mine if thou darst let me live live Tyrant To wake the arming World for thy Destruction Oront Oh hold my fair Accuser think oh think When my mad Rage and all my brutall Fires Walk'd forth with that too hideous Arme of Death T was onely Love that struck the barbarous Blow Claris. Love Oront All commanding all resistless Love Alas I saw the cruell Clarismunda Deaf to my sighs and pray'rs my happy Rivall With all the Pride of an insulting Conquerour Even in his Chains my Tyrant the blest Lord Of Clarismunda's Heart Think how I saw The flaming Sword and my seal'd Gates of Paradice And if my burning Love and boyling Envy Swell'd my Despair too high impute th' Effects To a too powerfull Cause Alas I cut Th' excluding Barr betwixt my Heav'n and Me. Claris. Yet hold This Insolence outsins thy first black Guilt What tho th' Injustice of our partiall Destiny Threw the unhappy Champion of our Cause By Warrs rough Chance a Captive in thy Pow'r Dares thy Barbarity make Love great Love A Plea for Murther Could that noble Passion Transforme thee to a Ruffian Had'st thou been That Godlike thing a Lover thou d'st have seen Thy happy Rivall with more generous Envy And in thy glorious Indignation free'd him From his vile Chains bid him dispute his Title To Clarismunda's Heart with his drawn sword Had he so faln and his triumphant Conquerour Staind with his warm warm Blood thus hadst thou woed me But in cold Murder his poor naked Throat Given up to Butchers Hands thy Slaves and Hangmen Shame of a Throne thou eternall Brand of Empire Oront And is this all my Love must ever hope Claris. Hope wretched King why does thy tiresome Folly Force my repeated Scorne both of thy Crown and Thee Thus often to pronounce the fatall never Oront Never Claris. Shoud this degenerate Breast descend so low Buâ— to Dream Kindness to Orsanes Murderer I 'de tear my Traytour Heart up by the Roots But for so poor a Thought Love thee Yes King If to owe thee Curses more then Plagues can pay thee Thy dying Groans more Musick to my soul Then all the Quires of Heaven be Love I love thee Oront Well Madam you have sworn my seal'd Destruction And rather then a Doom from that fair Mouth Should want the Weight of Fate with my own Hand I 'le ayd my Labouring Destiny Go Briomar Draw out ten Thousand Horse and in their Head Bear that relentlâ—ss Beauty back to Persia A Presentt ' her avenging Brothers Arms. Claris. Ay King do This Oront Yes go dear charming Death Bring the whole summond Force of Heav'n and Earth To hunt down this Babarian Too cruell Vengeance at Thy Tyrant call All thy arm'd shafts on this doom'd Head must fall And Humble kneeling Love shall bear e'm all But dear remorsless Fair if all the pangs Of my poor bleeding Heart Claris. All the old Hatefull Theme No more no more Remember King I have Your sacred Promise To send me back to my avenging Brothers Oront True I have promised and the dread Command Of Clarismunda though at no less price Then my Souls Death shall be obey'd Go Briomar Performe your Charge conduct that fair Inexorable T' her Royall Brothers Arms But tell those Brothers Yes lay my blushes and my shame before e'm And tell the injur'd Majesty of Persia My soul unman'd and all my Reason drownd I did that shamefull Deed. But tell e'm too The Brute offended but the King repents Tell e'm instead of all their Arm'd Revenge Death Fire and Sword sack Towns and burning Citys Kind Hymens Torch presents a gentler Fire Claris. No more vain talking Frenzy Oront Yes beauteous Cruelty Tell e'm that Mighty Love Claris. That Mightier Vengeance Oront With all the Eloquence of immortall Truth Claris. With all the Horrours of Eternall shame Oront For Mercy Mercy call Claris. For Blood for Blood Oront For Blood than since no less then Blood must pay Go Briomar that Voice of Death obey Arme Arme the World against this hated Head And forge the Bolts to strike this Monster dead Go Fairy Treasure Vanishing Brightness go But Clarismunda If Thou must kill why the poor Persian swords Why arming Worlds and angry Heav'n against me No fairer Deity weil'd thy own bright Vengeance Thy Eyes the Gods Expence of Thunder save And lend me from their Darts a nobler Grave Exuent all but Celestina and Rosalin Celest Now Rosalin what thinkst thou of my Sybill My Scythian Prophetess Rosal Think Celest Dost not see We are moving to a fairer Feild of Fortune The Court of Persia Beauties bright Meridian How looks her kind prediction now Do's not My Royall Conquest wear a promising Face Rosal Fantom and Phrenzy Celest Spight and Envy No Thou snarling Infidell th' Oraculous Truth Had Heav'n in 't and I must and will beleive her Rosal Well if your Faith 's so strong beleive and prosper Celest Yes Rosalin and to confirme that Faith Sleeping this night I saw the sweetest Vision Methoughts a glittring Troop danced all around me Clapt their gay Wings and in one ecchoing Voice Stupendious Words that lightend as they spoke Saluted me with Hayle thou Beauteous Miracle Go on thou Royall Conquerour so conquer Till Poets make thee their Eternall Song And wanton Painters like the bold Prometheus When they 'd give Souls to shadows from thy Heav'ns Shall Steal th' immortall Fires Ros. By Love all Rapture Cel. No sooner was the gaudy Vision vanish't But straight I dreamt of that fair Grecian Dame That drew the Swords of the Contending Universe The glorious subject of a ten years War And the no less immortall Cleopatra Her bleeding Antony and persuing Caesar With burning Troys and Worlds for Beauty lost Ros Well Celestina if no less Originals Then Egypts Cleopatra or Greek Helens Are those fair Eyes your golden Dreams must copy In that blest day expect my duteous Homage Amongst your kneeling slaves Cel. Yes that blest Day Now to the Court that Lottery of Beauty Where all the Fair for the great Prize put in And boldly stake their All to lose or win And whilst one Hand at an unhappy Fling Draws but a Blank the other draws her King With the same Hope for the same Lot Iâ—le go And try if there 's a Monarch for my Throw Exeunt Scene changes to a Pallace Enter Tygranes Tygr. What art thou Love that thus out liv'st Despair Oh thou whose too strong vital Pulses beat When hope thy Life is dead Too fair Herminia Tho' lost for ever lost thy haunting Form Array'd with all thy Charms glides dazling by Whilst my devouring Soul leaps forth to meet thee And grasps at fleeting Ayr. Too dear Herminia Yes I will love
thy Clouds bear thy fair Head above The frowning World and mount a smiling Star In all thy Loads too low disdain to stoop 'T is brave to suffer when 't is poor to droop Queen Herm. Oh Prince thou hast read me so Divine a Lesson And painted Ruine in a Face so lovely That thou hast tuned my Soul to all the Musick Of a whole Quire of Angels Yes Tygranes To my too cruel Lord I will return Return to all the Pangs to all the Miseries Of ever mourning Love Life 's bitter Draught Lift to my Lips with that unshaking Hand For oh thou hast taught me to be greatly wretched To be Divinely Blest Tygr. Do this Herminia Queen No more my wandring Pilgrimage no Prince I 'll build my House of Sorrow in a Palace Under my Roof of Gold a Hermit dwell A Court my Cloyster and a Throne my Cell Exeunt all but Mirv. Mirv. So now the Toil is set and dear Destruction Comes rolling on apace What a vast Pile Of Ruine shall I build 'T is hard Herminia And I could pity thee Why should I pity My bloody Cradle and my barbarous Parents And shall I feel remorse when ev'n my Father To his own Blood ne'r felt it No vain pity Seek softer Breasts mine has no room to lodge thee Besides I move by that commanding Influence I know not Celestina by what Charm But thou hast bound my Soul and Nerv'd my Arm Joyn'd in thy Cause we that bright Comet Reign Thou the Fair Star and I the Blazing Train Exit ACT V. Enter Celestina Mirvan and Rosalin Cel. REturning home Victorious Mir. If to leave A hundred thousand Foes in Battle slain If Conquer'd Scythia and the great Orontes Led home in Persian Chains can write Victorious Tygranes wears that Title Cel. And to grace His Victory he brings the beauteous Fugitive A fair Attendant t' his Triumphant Chariot To court the Kind forgiving King's Reception Of the returning Wanderer Mir. If her Religious Ramble as I 've manag'd it Has not a little pav'd her Path too rough Some such good natur'd Office he intends her Cel. And thou my little Harbinger kindly com'st Before 'em to prepare me for their Welcome Mir. Yes Madam That 's my Errand For to give My self and dear sweet Villany their due Mischief and I have both rid Post to serve you Cel. My dearest little Devil how I love thee But Mirvan after this first lucky hit Darest thou be generous and play out thy Game Mir. Dare Can you doubt my Courage or my Constancy Is glorious Treason a design too great Or this Young Arm too dastard Have I launch'd Thus far and stood thus firm to stagger now By my fair Truth this poor Suspicion wrongs me Cel. It does indeed sweet Youth forgive my Fears I know thy honest Truth too well to trust it aside But my kind Boy I am afraid I have kept thee Awake too long I know this Nights hard Travel Has tired thy tender Limbs and thou want'st Rest To Bed my Boy and when thou hast repos'd awhile I 'll send my pretty Engineer and call thee Retire sweet Boy and Sleep Exit Mirvan Thy last young Fool. Thy Bed thy Grave Yes my kind honest Traytor Thy hand has done me too much faithful Service To leave thee a dangerous Tongue alive to spoil it Besides my little Tool my ripining Plot Has business for thy Death And bet thy Glory As thou hast liv'd so thou shalt serve me Dead And therefore sleep thy last Now my designs Are all in my own Breast Treason 's a Jewel When the rich Cabinet has but one Key They 're only truly Great who are safely so Ros Well Madam Your Propheticks are all Oracles And the mad roving Queens amazing Ramble Has fill'd the World with wonder Cel. Fame indeed Talks something loud Ros 'T is true the Prince has sent a soft Express And smoothly laid it all upon Religion Cel Religion in a Camp Ah Girl if the Soft King has easie Faith enough about him To think no warmer a Devotion hatch'd This gentle Pilgrimage than Zeal and Prayer-Books No Rosalin he 's not that blind believer I fear thou 'lt find that rougher Faith about him A gathering that black Storm as will rain Blood Ros Herminia's Blood and Celestina's Glory Her Scaffold and your Coronation Cel. Right That fullen Hour that wraps her head in Dust Wreaths mine in Diadems Herminia's Grave The Basis of my Pyramide 'T is true It is a little hard thou poor Herminia To cut so keen as I must But Ambition Ambition gives the blow and when that strikes Remorse nor Pity no faint check controuls That two-edg'd Fate tho' bar'd with Lives and Souls Exeunt Enter Tygranes Herminia and Orontes Prisoner Guards and Attendants 1 Atten. A nobler Game of Glory ne'er was play'd Fortune set high a Kingdom on a Battle And one bold Throw has swept the mighty stake 2 Atten. By this dear Light that Sun that smil'd to see The richest Crimson that the Earth e'er dy'd Not the proud Jove from the defeated Gyants Return'd with fairer Laurels than Tygranes Tygr. Enough my generous sharers of my Fame Your lavish Goodness plays too much the Prodigal My Victory dares not challenge half this Triumph 'T is true the Fortunate Tygranes fought But 't was the Justice of his Quarrel Conquer'd Courage is only ours Success is Heav'ns And for thy Fate Orontes Oront Mine Tygranes Is to curse Life and Thee my Life alone Too much to bear but Life and Shame together That double load of Misery Oh Prince When thy keen Sword cut through my Conquer'd Kingdom Had it been kind and carv'd my Heart too dying I could have loved thee but must hate thee Living Tygr. If thou repinest at thy ill Chance of War Blame thy bad Cause If overtaking Destiny Has dealt thee that hard Lot that does not please thee Remember King thy Ruine is no more Than thy Desert thy Punishment Orontes And sufferers are not choosers of their pain But to perform my last just Rites of Victory Thou Orimon go Visit our wrong'd Sister And in a Brothers Name bear her that Trophy A present from her own Triumphant Vengeance Oront To Clarismunda My too generous Conqueror This is so kind I 'll thank thee for this Goodness Even in my Grave For Oh! a Grace so high Thou givest me leave at those dear Feet to die Exit Guarded Tygr. But hark the King approaches My Beauteous Charge I am thy Champion now A prouder Cause than all my Scythian Conquests Enter King attended My Royal Lord low at your Sacred Feet With the fair Harvest of your own rich Field Thus prostrate kneels the proudest of your Vassals By your great Cause that fair inspiring Genius Led forth to Victory King Mine Tygranes my Inspiring Genius No a little sure Of that fair Cause that soft Inspirer Tygr. How my dread Liege King That Beauty those fair Eyes They were so kind to See you Conquer Tygr.
Sir King To stand the kind Spectator of your Victory Oh the fair Hand of a soft melting Venus To buckle on the Sword of her proud Mars To plume his Crest and send him forth to Battle Tygr. Death and Confusion Queen Oh my blassed Ears Tygr. Oh thou amazing Voice of Royal Thunder Break forth from thy dark-Cloud thou louting Heav'n And say what mean these Mystick Sounds of Horror King Mean Is that a Question At this loud Hour of all thy Ecchoing Treason The crying Shame of that incestuous Devil Queen Good Gods Tygr. Oh King what false infernal Malice Dares blast the Fame of that all beauteous Truth Queen For the last Blow to all my bleeding Sufferings My Loyal Faith and all my Mourning Innocence Transform'd into this hideous Gorgon King Innocence But my tame Justice sleeps too long Sieze this brace of Monsters Tygr. Hold angry King Oh stop your headlong Fury Till the wrong'd Virtue of that brightest Saint Has wiped the spots from her fair Ermin Whiteness Stab'd the foul Falshood through the Canker'd Throat And Seer'd the Tongues of Blasphemy King No doubt on 't Run to a Camp to cool her burning Hell And in the height of the ingendring Crocadiles Whine Heav'n and Sanctity Queen How can I hear these dismal Sounds and Live Tygr. Plot rank Conspiracy The Camp That undesigning Chance the foolish Error Of an unlucky Boy But if so slight A shadow can assume a shape so dreadful Sir let the Boy be call'd the fatal Cause Of this accurst Mistake young Mirvan King How that young Bawd Dost thou call him thy Witness No thou Grand-Fiend thou know'st thy wiser Politicks Have husht that Traytor with a Dose of Poyson Tygr. Riddles and Death Still more mysterious Horror Poyson King Yes Poyson Your Midnight Purveyor your trusty Pandar In a return for all his faithful Services Your dark designs too great for that weak Counsel-keeper By a kind Drug sent Sleeping from the World But your thin Arts and all your Cobweb-Veils Tygr. Some most accursed Engine of Damnation King Dull canting Fool But hence I 'll hear no more Queen Yes Royal Sir Hear your poor wrong'd Herminia By yon fair Lamps and fairer Heav'n that lights 'em By all the hopes of my Eternal Peace King Whining Syren But Treason ne'r wants a Knee nor Guilt a Tongue Sighs Prayers and Tears are the false Tools they cheat with Take 'em away and house 'em in a Dungeon Tygr. Yet hold your mad blind Rage Till some kind God the guard of pittied Innocence In the dear Cause of that all Angel Goodness King Silence that poison'd Breath vain talking Slave Exit Tygr. Oh thou all-ruling Providence what an Ungovern'd World thy great first Mover turns If Truth has this Reward And Thou bright Virtue Thy most inhumane Wrongs hard-fated Fair Oh how can the Almighty Justice give Prevailing Hell this strange unbridl'd Pow'r Queen Yes Prince Hell has prevail'd and 't is a sad Sad Portion but if the Divine Dispenser Has so ordain'd 't is not our part to quarrel Omnipotence we may wail Misery But must not murmure at it Tygr. Miracle Of Goodness Queen No Tygranes if the Toil Of Fate is set and our pursuing Blood hounds Have caught our hunted Lives our Stars have dealt us The hardest-Lot on Earth only to purchase The fairest Crown in Heaven Enter a Messenger who speaks to the Officer that has the Custody of the Queen and Tygranes Mes 'T is the King's Pleasure That Execution be dispatch'd immediately The Queen and Prince are both those popular Darlings Delay may be unsafe and for that reason He calls this hastning blow Officer Curse on the Office Aside If forc'd Obedience to the King's Command Kneels to the Queen and Prince And the ungrateful Duty I must pay May hope a Pardon Queen If the King Commands Rise and Obey Thy Part poor Slave is innocent If he must Kill and guiltless Veins must bleed The Axe is blameless 't is the Judge that 's cruel Tygr. But cruel King thou merciless Arm of Fate Have all my Laurels And what 's more than Laurels Has that chaste Mourner deserv'd his hard hard Fate Queen What we have deserv'd Tygranes Is ours no more What we must suffer Prince Is all our Business now We must prepare For Death Death Is that all Witness ye Pow'rs That I dare Die The only pain in Dying Will be to leave a blotted Name behind me The branding Blazon of Recorded Infamy Tygr. No thou fair Saint To Die's too much fear not a Second Murder Treason and Perjury may have pow'r to Kill The Innocent but not Innocence The Martyrdom Of Honour Slander'd Truth and traduced Virtue Are so Divine a Charge that care of Providence That if no earlier Justice wakes to right 'em The very Prodigies of Heav'n and all Their aiding Miracles rise up their Champions Thy Fame Herminia must not dye though thou must Queen Shall my Fame live Nay then to death lead on Lye white my Winding-Sheet and soft my Grave But Prince must thou bleed too Herminia's Ruines Pull down thy Fate with mine Thy Blood Tygranes This is too much ye Gods How shall I make My last great Audit at th' Eternal Throne For thy unhappy Death At my own Grave There I can smile but I must weep for thine Tygr. A tear that fair rich Pearl of Life for me My poorer Veins not worth the care of Heav'n When such neglected brighter Virtue bleeds But if the generous Fair must play the Prodigal Oh! let me teach thee how to give me Blessings Beyond the price of Lives When on thy Throne Thy radiant Throne of Stars those Eyes I meet T' obtain in Heaven what was on Earth too great Shall I have leave to kneel at those dear Feet Queen Yes Prince thou shalt kneel there And if there be One richer fairer Coronet above For wondrous Truth and more prodigious Love O're that dear Brow with the Jemm'd Wreath I 'll stand And Crown thee Martyr with my own kind Hand Tygr. Nay then to Death to Life to Glory all At one kind Blow Queen And oh to meet that Blow With all the pomp of Martyrdom we 'll go And Shine above to Light the World below Exeunt Scene Changes Enter Orontes and Clarismunda Oront To Heaven the dearest and on Earth the Fairest Thy Guardian Gods have done thee Justice now A Hundred thousand slaughter'd Scythian Ghosts In the fresh Blushes of their Crimson Gore Walk the black Strand to tell the trembling Shades The wondrous Tale of Clarismunda's Vengeance Clar. Yes King my Stars at last are just Oront So Just that all yon bright Eternals The Pow'rs that gild the Night and guide the Day Rank'd their embattell'd Fires for Clarismunda All the proud Champions in thy darling Cause So keen the Sword that arming Beauty draws Clar. If aiding Heav'n has battel'd on my side It has no more than plaid its own Revenger Mine are Heavens wrongs their own Divinest Image Stabb'd