Vangona who offers tâ— carry off Amavanga Zung. Hold your Rude Hands And take me with her Vang 'T was our Queen's Last Will Which you are bound by Promise to fulfill That if 't were by your Sword her Chance to fall My hand should give her private Funeral Zung. Spight of my Vow I 'le follow her for him Who commits Murder Perjury's no Crime Nor is this all I 'le do for when I have Attended my Dead Princess â—o her Grave By the same Inâ—trument her Death has giv'n I 'le send my Soul to wait on her to Heav'n But if the Stubborn God's refuse t' admit A Profane Murderer into Heav'n's blest Seat A Banish't Ghost I 'le wander through the Sky And Proclaim them worse Murderers than I. Unknown my Hand did this black Crime commit But they both knew and saw and suffer'd it I 'le follow her though all Enter a Tartar Tart. Zungteus Hold. Your Kindness by your Father is Control'd He for to Morrow's Fight do's now prepare Has call'd a Counsel and expects you there You straight to his Pavilion must retire Zung. My Duty do's against my Love conspire My Father is too Old to understand That Force which do's a Lover's thoughts command Fare-well brave Maid a Grave 's too narrow Room Oh that I thus might make my Arms thy Tomb Exit Vangona and her Attendants carrying out Amavanga She gone my Rage swells higher than before Now Love Commands and Duty Raigns no more Love Calls and Fathers now must wait I 'le be Both Priest and Offering great Saint to thee Offers to fall upon his Sword Palex. Reflect on your Great Deeds and as Great Birth And think how much it will Ecclipse your Worth When you give Fame or Envy leave to say That Grief a Womans Passion had the Pow'r To kill a General and a Conquerour Whil'st his Faint Soul shrunk to 'th lowest Ebb of Fear Chose Death to ease the Torment of a Tear Zung. You know 't is false and the World knows it too Fame to my Death will give a name more due A Just and Expiating Sacrifice When by my Hand my Mistress Murd'rer dyes Pal. T' excuse your Crime think how her Fall was wrought Her Death was her's and not Zungteus Fault You sought but Conquest of an unknown Foe But since she did your Love and Person know And with that Knowledge with Zungteus fought She for your Murder not your Conquest sought Death justly then her Malice doe's conclude As a Reward of her Ingratitude Zung. How impioâ—s man Gods do I live to find Worse Monsters than my self amongst Mankind Unknown I to her heart a passage found Thy proâ—ane Breath her Living Fame do's wound Draw then thy Traitor's Sword as I do mine Two greater Villainsâ—ne'r could Combat joyn Dear Amavanga now look down and see Me fall for Murder him for Blasphemy Palex. If any thing within my Heart you doubt Open my Veins kind Sir and let it out If ought you lâ—ke not lodge within this Brest Destroy the Seat that hâ—rbour's that ill Guest Zung. No you 've diâ—arm'd my Rage and now I find Your Love to me made you to her unkind But speak such words no more Oh! do not wound My â—rembling Sense with such another sound When next into your Bosome some Blest thought Has Amavanga's Glorious Image brought Think nothing of her but what 's great and good Think of her as my Queen that set in Blood Your Friend this Justice to her Fame implores Do not profane that Saint your Friend adores To so much Heav'n your pitty nor your praise Can never a too Glorious Altar raise No Language is too kind nor stile too high To speak the Fame of Beauties when they dy Enter Theinmingus Thein With Admiration I 've a Witness been Of your loud Passion for the Vanquisht Queen Astonish'd Fame speaks high Zung. To speak more high I lov'd that Queen and for her Love must dy Thein Traytor Is this a Language for my Son Wher 's all the martial Tartar's Greatnefs gone Such an Effeminate design will shame Thy sleeping Ancestors untainted Fame This Action thy more Masc'line mothers Ghost Will Blush at and disturb her Crumbling Dust. Zung. Oh my hard Fate is this a fathers Voice Thein Bid Crowns farewel Embrace thy humbler Choice Thy poor low spirited Design to Dy Kill'd by a Wound given by a Ladies Eye A Death worthy a Soldier Zung. Sir no more Can you place Crimes upon Devotions Score Am I the first Rais'd Altars to a Face And are none Lovers but the Vile and Base Think you Love's Power the Valiant cannot touch Thein The Great and Valiant feel 't but not too much None but a Fool a dang'rous Stranger takes And yields that Seat which his own Tyrant makes Zung. It is a lawful Power not Tyranny That Sentences a Criminal to Dy. T was I that Kil'd her Sir and is my Blood T' attone hers a Sacrifice too good Or is that Justice by your hand withstood Thein Thy Death with-held by me No 't is a Sin To have that base corrupted Blood kept in After the Merit of so mean a Thought Oblige the World and me and let it out And when t is mixt with dust may thy just Fame To thy lost Courage and thy slighted Name With Pain keep up thy Memory and say Thou couldst a Father and a King betray Desert a just Revenge and Royal Cause And break thy Duty Honour Natures Laws And from a Conqueror turn a Womans slave To sleep with a cold Mistress in a Grave Zung. Must all these stains be mine No Love retreat Duty and Honour now shall fill your Seat Love's Power grows weak in it s declining Cause From my bar'd Heart the Vanquish't Lord with-draws Now see your God-like Power a Fathers Right Try my new modell'd Soul shew me that â—light I dare not take that Path I dare not tread Dangers I will not meet and Glories lead Sound Loud your Trumpets Wave your Ensigns high Go on for my new Mistres Victory Ruine and Blood shall all soft thoughts remove I 'le be as great in Vengeance as in Love Exeunt SCENE the Second a GROVE Enter Orunda in Disguise Orun. By the assistance of this borrow'd shape I from the Court have made a safe Escape I hope Lycungus follows my Command And th' Ambuscade of Murd'rer's are at hand This is th' appointed Hour and this the Grove Alcinda once I bid thee Live and Love But now to meet him basely in Disguise To gain a Victory by a Surprize My Mercy has destroy'd and you shall Dy. And though I to so mean a Justice Fly That I to take thy Life thy Poisoner prove I Kill not halfe so poorly as you Love Enter Quitazo leading Alcinda in a Shepheardess's Habit. Oh this blest Minute they 're already here What Wings has Love when Love 's Reward is near Well are they come I will unseen retire And Laugh to see my subtle Train take Fire Retreats within
in the Field Amav I 'le meet you there And Sir to merit what this grace imparts I 'le practice deaths upon your Subjects hearts Deep in the Tartars blood I 'le dye my Sword To mak 't a Weapon fit t'attacque their Lord. Zung. But Generous Enemy Something I feel so Sacred at thy sight That-makes me wish I might avoyd this Fight But if we must for mine and thine own sake Be Death far distant from the Wounds I make All hostile Rage must at that Scene lye by I 'de Conquer with a bloodless Victory Embraces him again The Magick works afresh Enchanter hence I feel such changes in my startled sense As tell me I have talk'd too long What strange Miraculous influence has made this change If supernatural pow'r this terrour draws And he 's Some Tutelar Saint that aid's the Chinan Cause For less can't make me shake If in that form Some Divine pow'r has humane likeness worne If he has ought of Charm or aide of Gods To guard him when we meet he has the Odds. To match my Arm with his He must lend mine Divinity or must his own resigne Aside Vang So nigh approach and so long conference Has half recover'd his enlightned sense Retire whilst you are safe To Amav Am. I 'm gone How ill Great Prince am I thy Challenger I will In Arms and if I can in Glory shine I 'le aim my Vengeance 'gainst all hearts but Thine Vang For what then did you Challenge him Am. To try his Courage and his Gallantry The only merit that can Conquer Me And I 've my wish A General and yield T' expose his Royal Person in the Field Singly against a private unknown hand Such Gallantry I can't enough admire My King and Country's Cause my Sword require But by a former and more pow'rful tye My Soul adores my Countrys Enemy I Love Zungteus and with secret joy Admire that hand which China does destroy Exeunt Amav Vang Manent only Zungteus and Palexus Zung. When Peace the prop of sluggish Kings secuâ—'d The Chinan Empire from the Tartars Sword And Heaven did by that Charm this Crown support I went a Guest to the Taymingian Court And in the Chinan Empire spent those years Where Child wears â—ut and growing Man appears When I felt somthing in my heart take seat Which wrote in my enlivned blood Be Great There I first thought the heir t'an Empire bound T' have his hand active ere his head were Crown'd And Chanquincungus his Rebellion first Taught me in blood to satisfie that thirst Thus Tartary does the less Title claim That but to me gave Birth but China to my Fame Now by a Turn of State their Foes I head My Vallour now to their destruction led Does prey upon that Empire where 't was bred Palex. Revenge and Justice for their Ruine speak No Tyes so strong but Injuries can break Zung. But Oh me-thinks an inward Voyce I hear Forbare bold man thou hast a Princess there My Amavanga does a Crown enjoy Within that Empire which my Armes destroy Gods Was your World so Barren that it cou'd Affoâ—d my Armes no better scene of blood But where my sury must my Saint dethrone Palex. Your Vengeance aims at the Imperial Crown And though her Province in this Empire lye War points out what shall Live as well as Dye Zung. How vainly you mistake you know her pow'r Is borrow'd from the Chinan Emperour The Patron and Protector of her Seat Since then my fury does his Ruine threat Her Interest is to his 〈◊〉 Wedd The limbs of Empire suffer in the Head A Sacred horrour does my sense awake And bids me be less bloody for her sake Kind Messenger of Heaven thou art obey'd I 'le instantly to my great Father plead Th' injustice of his Arms till his Rage cease And he return in a Triumphant Peace Pal. Consider Sir before this Pause is made Your Ancestors here basely were betray'd And Ruine in all forms is but too small To purge th' infected aire where Monarchs fall Zung. Had China Crimes More loud than Heav'n durst hear or Hell durst own Her Pretence would a Kingdoms sins Atone Palex. What though her pretence does this Empire bless She by your Arms will greater grow not less The more your Victories in China spread You win but Crowns to plant them on Her head Zung. But how if she should this occasion choose And her own person to the War expose Remember when the Scene of Civil War Was in her Fathers Kingdom layd how far Her Courage led her in a Masc'line shape She from her Father's Court made an Escape Amongst the thickest dangers still she flew Aâ—d Honours reap'd where they were great and new Her own disguise could not her Glory's shroud Fighting she spoke in Thunder from her Cloud And when the Conquering Chanquincungus stood On her dead Brothers Neck his yet warm blood She at one stroke Reveng'd and at one blow A Rebel and his Army did overthrow By her his life the Vanquish't Conq'rour lost A Victim to her Brothers new-made Ghost Palex. All this I know Zung. And think you there are Charms In Conq'ring Rebels more than bearing Arms 'Gainst an Invading Enemy whose Sword Her Countrys Bowels has so deeply goar'd So great a Courage and a Cause so great I 'm too certain will infuse that heat As must be quench't with Blood and what e're veile Her disguis'd Sex and beauty does conceal She 'le be i' th Battel nay she is she must be there Who knows then but wild Chance in heat of War May make my hand my Mrs. Murderer Rather than so I 'le take this Nobler way I 'le strait my Fathers Orders disobey Renounce my Conquest and remove the War And for her sake a sinking Empire spare Palex. Shall one rash act shame all your past Renown Zung. What are the spoyls of VVar Fame or a Crown Compar'd with her fair Eyes I 'le fight no more Our Swords ill strike at what our Hearts adore The famous Gyants that with â—ove made War Had ne're storm'd Heaven had they paid homage there Palex. In these Resolves your Father you betray And in that act from Natures bonds you stray Zung. A stronger force weak Natures pow'r controles Nature makes tyes of Blood but Love of Souls Palex. In this unmanly and so mean design From Duty and from Honour you decline And she for Virtue has a Zeal so great You 'r lost should you but think of a Retreat If out of Honours paths one step you move She 'le hate you and abhor your worthless Love If o're her heart you would Victorious grow You must fight on her Bleeding Countrys Foe Zung. If then through Blood I must my Mrs. win Fâ—te and Necessity take off the Sin Like Providence I can act nothing ill Insallible cause 't is my Princess will If nought can châ—rm her breast but Fight and Wars I 'le tear Their heaâ—ts out to secure me Hers. And that her Love
Vangona making a low Obeysance SCENE the Second The PALLACE A Table and Chaires set out with Pen Ink and Paper Enter King of China and Legozun King Lycungus King Ye High Eternal Pow'rs if you 've Decreed My Crown must flourish on a Traytors Head Whil'st true forgotten Majesty lies Dead If such loud Crimes must Rule the World lay by Those sparkling Gems that do adorne the Sky Govern your Heav'n as you Earth's Empire sway No Stars adorne your Night no Sun the Day Spangled with Bloody Comets may the Ayr All hung with Black the Garb of Horrour wear Your Heav'n and you more Night more Darkness need To be the fit Spectatours of this Deed. Leg. At once your Sword and Scepter he engrost By that unhappy Bounty you are lost Shout within They only for his Coronation stay And in these Shouts do their new Homage pay King I should not meet my Fate with so much Scorn To see my Crown by an Usurper worn Could I in Glory set and dy a King But whil'st I hear my Treach'rous Subjects Sing A Rebel's Triumphs and with Joy Applause And ecchoing Shouts defend a Traytor 's Cause The Homage gone the Name of King retires My Majesty before my Life Expires Leg. Hence 't is your Subjects do so loud appear Some by Reward are led and some by Fear He by such Arts do's his great Ends pursue Acts both the Patron and the Tyrant too Since first he did th' Imperial Title gain Eight Chief Taymingian Princes he has Slain He call'd a Councel for some strange pretended Cause Of Sixteen Thousand Students of our Laws Who being met he to the School set Fire And made 'em on one Funeral Pile Expire And this was all he for that Deed could say Learning should light the World and so did they King This Massacre all Chronicle exceeds Leg. This is not half of his Inhumane Deeds He to oblige the Common Multitude Confer's all Honours on Ignoble Blood King There there I 'm lost When high Blood floats and th'advanc'd Rable treads On Ruin'd Greatness and their Nobles Heads Then Usurpation seems Divine And in the Crowds of Proselytes it draws Wants neither Prayers nor Swords to aid its Cause Yet there 's one Glorious Guard against all ill Will prove you Princes me a Monarch still We 'l shew that we have Souls too Great and Proud To see a Royal Robe a Traitor's Shroud Though this False Rebel has disturb'd our Peace Our Swords shall from his Pow'r our Lives Release Our Souls together in one Trayn shall fly We 'l Sally out and take Eternity Leg. A Nobler Course you cannot undertake Than in your Death your Sanctuary make Nor can I better speak my Loyalty Than when my King Commands t' obey and dy King But I in Heav'n shall small Contentment find If I my Dearest Treasures leave behind My Wives to be the Objects of his Lust. No Sex should to a Tyrant's Mercy trust Go then Legozun tell 'em my Design Tell 'em I begg they in my Fate would joyn But work their Falls as you would pity mine Speak to 'em gently of their Deaths express None of the Pain but all the Happiness Talk not of Bleeding in too Harsh a tone Invite 'em to take Wounds but give 'em none And when you have the Vanquish'd Field possest Say 't is their dying Soveraign's last Request That for his sake who once that Crown did wear In whose bright Glory they once bore a share That for his sake they 'd Die to meet above There to Confirm new Articles of Love Exit Legozun I know they 're Loyal and 't is Just we shou'd Who shar'd in Pleasures now unite in Blood Enter a second Prince 2 Prince Oh Sir prepare your Ears for such a sound Would make a Fury startle and Confound The fiercest Foe of Heaven a Doom which Fate Trembles to give as I must to relate I come to speak things which I durst not give A Name if I intended to Out-live The speaking it King What is this wondrous thing 2 Prin. 'T is Royal Sir the Murder of a King Lycungus in a Fierce and wanton Rage Will in your Murder his own Hand Engage And is already here to see iâ— done King Is not deposing of a King alone Enough without the Wading in his Blood Men may Renounce Religion and a God But few so Impious to that Fury swell To Raze those Temples where they scorn to Kneel 2 Prin. And to appear more Insolent and High He calls his Bloody Treason Charity To ease you of your Life after your Power And Cut the Stalk now he ha's Cropt the Flower At such unknown outragious Blasphemy I 'm all Astonishment King So am not I. Where 's the surprize Is Impudence a thing To be admir'd in him that Kills a King Go on What said he more 2 Prin. All this hee 'l do If your Fear does not Rob him of the Blow King Nay now I 've heard too Loud a Blasphemy Dares he think Fear can make a Monatch Die T'assert my Fame I 'le Live and shew the Effects Of that high Courage his low Soul suspects In Blood he shall my righted Honour read I 'le brave those Numbers which protect his Head Traytor I 'le sell that Life I cannot save And Fighting Cut my passage to my Grave My Orders therefore instantly Recal And bid my Queens Live to behold my Fall Enter Legozun Leg. Hold Sir This Vain Reprieve will come too late See there the Ruins of your sinking State The Scene opens and is discovered a Number of Murdred Women some with Daggers in their Breasts some thrust through with Swords some strangled and others Poyson'd with several other Forms of Death When first your Queens your design'd Death had heard Their Pity in all Garbs of Grief appear'd But when they heard your Summons how they all Invited were t' accompany your Fall A Gust of Courage check't their Female Fears Harden'd their Pity and Congeal'd their Tears And then they boldly cryed Though Treason bring Thy Fate and make thee Lesser than a King We 'l make thee Greater than a God We may To Common God-heads Common Victims pay We 'l offer Greater Sacrifice to thee A Throne and Palace shall thy Altars be And we thy Offerings Here take a Flood Great Prince of thy own Dearest Royal Blood Then their own Murder each bold hand performs Embracing Death in all those Various Forms King Honour forbids that we on Earth should stay When thus a Female Trayn has led the way In Death above their Sex they have a Courage shown And shall We be less Manly in our own No we will dy but lest a Traytor 's Tongue By unjust Stains our Memory may wrong This from a King I 'le let him understand I scorn'd nor fear'd to fall by a Traitor's Hand Stabs himself in the Left Arm. Sits down and writes in the Blood In this I 'le write the Causes of our Death And to Zungteus China's Crown bequeath
And that his Arm Lycungus may defeat That he may safely Rise into my Seat T' assist him I 'le Conjure the Higher Pow'rs And choose the Gods for my Executors To see the true Performance of my Will And by his Arm my Just Revenge fulfill Leg. Nobly Reâ—olv'd A Monarch should bestow His Empire rather on a Forreign Foe Than on a Traytor Treason has more Guilt Than aâ—l the Blood that 's by Invasion spilt Usurpers basely do a Throne Assail Invaders win the Crowns Usurpers steal King This as my Last Memorial I will leave Which th' abus'd World may fully undeceive They all fall on their Swords And shew on what just score these Strokes are given Which thus convey our Enlarg'd Souls to Heaven Which of the Gods soe'r thou art whose Ears Devoted are to Dying Monarch's Prayers Grant in my Second Reign I may Enjoy Such secure Peace as Treason can't destroy And to my Soul such Entertainment shew As may express what I have been below Dy Omâ—es Enter Lycungus attended Lyc. By a Voluntary Death my Arm Repell'd I but pronounc'd the Doom and my Breath Kill'd See there the Trophies of a Mighty Name My Lightning blasted ere my Thunder came What 's here his Last Memorial writ in Blood His Empire on the Tartar King bestow'd Flings down the Paper A Prety Legacy King now you are gone to Heaven were I as you I 'd be bequeathing Constellations too No King they who of Crowns Possession give To seal those Deeds must ask their Tenants leave Atten. But in their Death 's their Courage they declare Lyc. So are all Cowards Valiant in Despair No China's Crown has 'till my Reign been worn By Lazy Kings with Female Spirits born Guarded by Eunuch's bred in Palaces Nurtur'd in Lusts the Progeny of Peace But now 's the time Fate grants the High Command Of this Great Empire to a Martial Hand And to confirm my Interest with Heaven The Gods to my Just Cause success have given Th' Old Tartar's Dead and the Proud Boy shall see The Father's Fate is the Son's Destiny Enter Three Soldiers forcing in the Chief Villain Lycungus his Confident 1 Sold. Sir I have seiz'd this Vâ—llain From his Hand Releas'd Quitazo has his Freedom gain'd And for Protection to the Tartar fled Resolves to lead their Army gainst your Head Vil. All that this Fool would say's I 've took Bribes twice He bought his Life and he out-bid your price For Gold 't was I betray'd him and for Gold I have Releas'd him Lyc. Is the Slave so bold To Triumph in that Crime his Life must cost Vil. I scorn my Life because I know 't is lost Lyc. Kill him Vil. Death I expect and 't is my due Were your Case mine I so betray'd by you I 'd cut your Throat for half so much I know No Fault but wanting Wit t' avoid the blow Lyc. Hence with him and let out his forfeit Blood Vil. This comes of Villains when they 'l needs be good Quitazo's Rescue was the first good Deed I e'r Committed and Fate has Decreed It should be th'last Curse on my Vertue Well Could I my doom this fatal hour Repel I 'd take more care and th' angry Fates defy For ere being dam'n'd again by Honesty Exit guarded Enter a Messenger Mess. A party of some desperate Tartars led By Prince Quitazo fighting in their Head Advance this way Lyc. Let him come on Those Empires happy are Whose Monarchs dare defend the Crowns they wear After a sound of Trumpets Enter Quitazo and Tartars Quit. Now Monster to your Tortur'd Soul recall Thy proud Ambition and this Empires fall And with these Thoughts to thy remembrance bring My Ravish'd Mistress and thy Murder'd King Spight of thy Treasons heaven ha's had this care To save me for thy Executioner Thou from my hand shalt thus much honour'd be Both to be Kill'd and to be Damn'd by me Lyc. You by your Punishment shall understand Kings are not Conquer'd by so mean a hand They fight with Quitazo's Party after a hot dispute Quitazo is surounded and is taken prisoner Lyc. Pursue the fight Compleat my Victory Quitazo's Veins have Blood enough for me Now I 'le Requite your kindness as I ought See the Disguis'd Alcinda hither brought Quit. Though I am by your Numbers Over-borne Yet in your Chains your Pow'r and Pride I scorne Mean Coward I am by Treachery O'rethrown You gain'd your Conquest as you did your Crown Lyc. I never Sir receiv'd such Language yet But made that Breath his last that Utter'd it Quit. Rebel My Courage is not taught so ill But I dare dy as badly as you kill The only fault I in my death can find Is that my Shorten'd Arm leaves thee behind Lyc. Do not Repine at dying without me Enter Alcinda guarded See there You shall have better Company Quit. Alcinda Lyc. Yes this favour shall be given To introduce you wheâ— you dy to Heaven I 'le be so kind to let her Soul mount first With your drawn Swords let her Soft breast be pierc'd Then Quit. Savage Infidel can you believe That there are Gods and such a sentence give Lyc. I will find out a Nobler Death for thee Thou with thy Mistress Blood shalt poison'd be When you Alcinda's Sentence have dispatch'd Of her hot Blood let a â—ull draught be Catch'd Then let that Bloody drench mixt with the worst Of Poysons down this Traytor 's Throat be forc'd Then whil'st the Poyson 's Tortures do begin And on his burning Entralls feed within His flesh without from his rack'd body tear And every wound with burning Irons Sear Quit. Search all the Registers of Hell and find Ten thousand tortures more and Crueller And Let them all be for my Death design'â— Spare but her life and let my blood save heâ— Lyc. Fond fool to Save her life in vain you strive Your Treason Murders her Quit. Let her but Live I 'le call you kind I 'le call you any thing My Friend my Patron nay and more my King Lyc. No more she Dyes Quit. How can I expiate This Crime that with my own pull down thy fate Alc. No should you Dye without me you would force Cur long-united Souls to a divorse When you my Happâ—ness on Earth are gone â— would be a Pâ—nishment to Live alone Accept my Thanks great Sir that you 've Decreed Alcinda shall with her Quitazo Bleed Make haste then and be Courteous in the Deed. Since your Eyes only the rough wounds have seen Of fighting men in Wars and Battels slain My softer Veins may better please your Eye A Virgins Blood will be a Novelty Lic Make hast the Execution moves too slow Quit. May Heaven Revenge what I want Arms to do And when just Fate thy Murder shall decree May'st thou meet Executioners like Thee Lyc. Make hast shew your Allegeance by your Speed Quit. Must I then tamely see my Mâ—stris Bleed Gets loose from the Guards but is seiz'd again Enter a Messenger Mess.
And the subduing of a Princess heart If killing is such an Heroick part And so much worth from giving Deaths accrue Then Plagues and Famines have more worth than you Quit. Madam I must be gone A stay so long Does both your Greatness and your Beauty wrong Unworthily I have approacht too nâ—gh An excellence so sacred and so high A greater distance fits my humble state Th' unworthy should in outward Temples wait Whilst th'inner steps which to high Altaâ—s lead None but the Holy and inspir'd should tread Whilst meaner worths more awfully forbear In Reverence to th' Almighty presence there Exâ— Orund. If this be Love 't is brave must Victory And Glory be the steps t' ascend to me In such a Lover Oh how blest but hold A sudden check makes my faint Blood run cold T' his Mistress Armes a Vâ—ctor he returns Suppose he for some other Mistress burns Oh Jealousie my thoughts take hideous â—ormes I fear those Clouds he wore will end in stormes If all this Gallantry should prove but Art Oh the sad Ruines of a wounded heart But why should I suspect 't is all mistake But to shun dangers I 'le this refuge take Mine and my Fathers pow'r shall keep him here Till Law and Sacred Rites remove my fear Then when I 've made him and his Soul my own Have made him Lord of Me my Love and Crown I 'le fear no Rivals but securely trust My Eyes and Charms to keep him kind and just Devotion is by unbelief destroy'd None are Apostates who have Heav'n enjoy'd Enter Lycungus Yet I 'le remove all doubt Lycungus stay You have Convers't with Fame what does it say Of my Quitazo Lyc. What it says of things 'Twixt men and Gods what it should say of Kings Orund. But what do you think of him Lyc. As I ought All of him that can come in reach of thought But the vast Bliss which your high favours give None but the rich Possessor can conceive Orund. Hold you mistake the thing which I demand My pow'r and its effects I understand It is his native Virtues I enquire Not my own Creatures those which I inspire I have a trust which to your private care I would commit search out his Character Observe his Actions and his Looks survey And for my Thanks I will my Friendship pay Lyc. So paid my Loyalty you need not fear At half that price you 'd buy my life too dear Orund. This Curiosity's a Venial part Where I bestow an Empire and a Heart Lyc. Madam I 'le bring him drawn to 'th life I 'le use All aâ—ts and means that may his Soul disclose And the large Mirrour shall be clear and true I 'le be his Paâ—nter and Historian too Exit Orunda Why all this search It s depth I cannot sound Howe're I like the Structure though the ground I understand not The Employment's brave And Princess I am thy Obedient Slave My Services shall such Reward deserve That I 'le take care my labour shall not starve Allegiance can do much but Interest more States men serve Princes not as Slaves dig o're In Mines t'enâ—ich their Masters and themselves be Poor In toyle and sweat like them we spend our hours But search the Mine to make the Treasure ours Exit The Scene changes Enter Quitazo Quit. What haunting fury did my Life pursue That me to this accurs't Election drew Forc'd by that Law this Court has long obey'd When any of the Imperial Daughters Wedd The Chinan Custom does her choice design Out of the twelve next Princes of the Line And he whose Birth within that limit lyes Must break all past though ne're so sacred tyes Or that Imperial grace refus'd he dyes Laws Virtues Fetters a strict Tye which still Makes those good only who want pow'r for ill Actions which Honour prompts and Love fulfils Are humane deeds by passions fram'd and wills But they are Bruits whom only Love controles For there our senses act without our Souls She 's here now must I speak that which I know When it takes breath will give a mortal blow But to take off some horrour of the wound I will prepare her for the killing sound Enter Alcinda Alc. Return'd from Court kind Heaven his presence here Removes my dangers and dispels my fear My dearest Lord here take me in your Arms. They embrace Enter Lycungus Lycung So close a conference such melting eyes aside Pray Heav'n I guess but right Quit. Ha a Surprize what brings him here Alc. What unkind man is this Thus to intrude and interrupt my bliss Dear Sir I will retire till he is gone My eâ—ger joys admit no lookers on Exit Lyc. Well well my Lord you feel the growth of State All Eyes look smiling on your rising Fate The Cause that brought that Lady brings me too No doubt all Sexes are your Suppliants now Quit. What does he mean aside Lyc. Ha's She obtain'd a grant Quit. Of what Oh Torture aside Lyc. Nay I know you want No pow'r t' oblige and by the view I took I read Petitions in her very Look Assist me Wit aside Quit. Death how he startles me aside Lyc. If her request some Crown some Kingdom be Do not deny her think how large a pow'r Is seated in a Chinan Emperor So many Coronets wait on your Crown That petty Kingdoms are an easie Boon You from the Princess smiles more greatness have engrost Then any thing beneath a God can boast Quit. He has eased my staggering Soul of half its fear 'T is flattery not malice brings him here He saw her last kind Looks but thanks to his aside False light he read Petitions only in her eyes And 't is a happy Errour but to make All safe I will comply with the mistake You guest that Suppliant Ladys business right Her Father â—ell in the late Rebels Fight Great were her Countrys sufferings great were her own And to repair what Fire and Sword has done She humbly from my bounty does implore My Interest her greatness to restore Lyc. As I could wish aside I knew her Father well 'T was by a poyson'd Arrow that he fell And to pursue the Story did not that Afflicted Lady forc'd by her hard â—ate A Captive on the Conqueror's Triumphs wait Who by the Eyes of his fair Prey subd â—'d With Threats of Death his furious Love pursu'd Till the poor â—righted Lady lost the Field For her Lifes Ransom did her Honour yeeld But weakness did at last decide the strife And 't was a Sacrifice to save a Life Quit. Horrour and Death was ever sucâ— a Lye And not one Blush at the impiety She yeeld her Honour God's can you hear this But if your Thunder 's not awake mine is Draws For this loud Blasphemy thou dyest Lyc. Hold Sir Have I affronted you or injur'd her If she has lost her Honour where's th' Offence To tell you so Quit. Oh savage Impudence Thy deserv'd Sentence I too long deâ—er And thy one
Fate or yours 'twixt two brave hands The Ballance of this mighty Empire stands Am. Zungteus Oh the Gods what have I done The only man whom I in Arms would shun O'retake the Herauld in his hasty flight And bid him tell the King I will not Fight Vang Not Fight Am. Not with Zungteus call him back Vang No stay Am. How Vang Love Commands what Honour can't obey Would you a generous King so ill requite And check that Fame which takes so high a flight Am. Oh thou rash Honour whose too eager Zeal Made me t' a Contract not look't o're set Sâ—al Honour a frantick Lust in Souls sublime Of leaping o're what Prudence stays to climb The King I hope by this time understands That my fierce Answer came from feeble hands And will conclude from my too brisk reply I talk too much to fit a part so high Vang Your quick acceptance merits his applause T' have askt your Foe e're you embrac'd the Cause That were t' have those where safely you might strike Great Valour weighs all Enemies alike You in your swift Compliance have exprest Such Gallantry the King will trust the rest His Confidence no further tryal needs He builds his Faith upon your former Deeds Am. If in my former Deeds I 'm so much blest My Fame and I may now sit down and rest And since I have so many Lawrels wore Tell him I 'm modest and will win no more Vang In this Retreat you would your Fame deface And shew you had begun a glorious Race But wanted Courage to pursue the Chase Am. I 'le tell him I 'm a Woman and resign To a manly hand which is too great for mine Vang You ought great deeds the rather to pursue As from a Woman they 're more rare and new Am. I 'le tell him I 'm a Lover Vang That Excuse A dangerous suspition would produce Both of your Courage and Allegiance too To own a Love for China's mortal Foe Would sound but harshly to the Emperours Ear. As if your private fancy you prefer Before your Countreys Cause 'T is a less blot To be an ill Lover than bad Patriot Am. I 'le tell him then I am Vang A Coward Am. How Vang If your fond thoughts to this tame faintness bow Your honour all is at one blast expir'd They 'l say e're half your Race was run you tyr'd And 't is far less ignoble not to have Been ever fam'd then not continue brave Am. A Coward Who but appeaâ—'s a Coward though abused Is sentenc'd in his being but accused The Name 's almost as heinous as the guilt That Title ruines all my Honour built And if my shrinking thoughts too lowly move I 'm impudent if I pretend to Love Coward and Lover are of different kind Love 's the most daring passion of the mind 'T is a Majestiâ—k and a Royal Guest And scornes to Lodge in an unhallow'd breast Whom Cowardise insects Love's fire ne'r felt It is the droâ—s of Souls and cannot melt I 'le meet him then and do my self this Right I 'le shew that I can Love 'cause I dare Fight Since I admire a Man so high in Fame I 'le keep up Glory to support my flame Exeunt SCENE the Third Enter Lycungus and Orunda Orund. Quitazo false My greatness and my Love despis'd and his Pâ—fidious heart the fair Alcinda's prize Lyc. Their setled Loves Ambition cannot shake Nor all the assaults that Pow'r or Death can make Orund. Oh my hà rd fortune Born so near a Crown And carry no more Thunder in my Frown False and dim Lights boast your faint Charms no more And feeble greatness thy faln State deplore pointing to her Eyes Weak Majesty and weaker Beauty too A heart I cannot shake I cannot bow None but thy Ruine shall my Rage appease No storms like those which injur'd Lovers raise Poor and Effeminate Revenge stand by No common furies can my Gall supply Is going Rivals best pleasure Rivals when they dye Lyc. Stay Injur'd Princess though in you just Heav'n To the World Copies of it self ha's given Should all adore you Gods were then too kind And have For you more homage than themselves design'd Beauty like Heav'n so large a sway ne'r bears To make all men Religious worshippers Let my devotion Expiate his Crimes Let me adore what his disdain Blasphemes Orund. How Sir Dares your aspiring fancy rove So high t' assault my Ear attempt my Love My kindness to Quitazo so soon cold Were his heart guarded more than Misers gold Or fighting Monarchs Crowns his Breast more Steel Than Lightning e'r would melt yet he shall feel The fierce Attaque my mighty power shall make But if Love Rage Fate and Death's powr's too weak If after all I cannot overcome But by her Murder and his Martyrdome Were his Ingratitude greater than 't is Yet still I scorn all other Love but his Exit Lyc. Well what my slighted passion cannot do That end I by Ambition will pursue In sluggish Breasts Love's idle frenzy rules Ambition is the Lust of all great Souls The Scene opens and discovers the King of China on a Throne Orunda by him Orund. Justice great Sir on a wrong'd Daughters score From a kind Father I this grace Implore That Justice as a King you can't deny Which lends Heav'n Thunder and you Majesty The flase Quitazo my just right denys He does my Love and your Commands despise And pays his homage to Alcinda's Eyes Lycun Whatsoever doom your Justice shall decree She is secured and waits her destiny King Is Insolence so high and King so low That to my will his Pride disdains to bow My Power by a Mortal and a Subject dar'd Kings and out-live that minute we are fear'd Crafty Quitazo does my Army lead That shelter for a while protects his Head But for his guilt to their quick Graves I 'le send All that but call him Brother Son or Friend I 'le punish his Affront on his whole Race And from Man-kind his hated Name deface Alcindâ—'s Blood first Expiates her sin Her strangled Pride shall the first Scene begin And to confirm my Rage I 'le pluck out all Their Eyes that shed a Tear to see her fall Whispers to one of his Attendants Exit Orund. This is too much So many Bleed How high Does th'anger of Affronted Monarchs flye Whole Famâ—lies destâ—oy'd his Rage so loud Her Murder will be lost in such a Croud Lyc. But in that Croud your hated Rival dyes Orund. Yes to his Rage not mine a Sacrifice Enter Alcinda puâ—sned by Mutes who entring kneels to the King Alc. Of your displeasure what can be the cause â— am too young to break Imperial Lawâ— King Why tardy Slaves this insolent delay Tâ—ke her and strangle her Orund. No great Sir stay Revenge and Justice in this Cause are mine And though my thoughts no mercy do design My Anger 's yet too cold to see her fall To my Remembrance first his scorn I 'le call Then sound her
Tryal of my Love If Amavanga's Arme Victorious prove My King Reveng'd and China's Peace restor'd I 'le find this Second Subject for my Sword Points to her heart And if it be his Fate to kill I 'le try If after me h' has Love enough to dy Then to the Skyes together we 'l take Flight As Conqu'rours and be Crown'd with Wreaths of Light Since for our Loves the World no Room has giv'n Dying we will Remove the Scene to Heav'n We 'l Shine the brightest Pair that Reign Above No such twin-Stars as those that dy in Love Enter Theinmingus Zungteus Palexus and Tartars on one side King of China Quitazo Licungus and Guards of Chineses on the other side Amavanga Vangona Zungteus and Palexus with drawn Swords advance into the middle of the Stage A Herauld with a large Parchment-Roll at the further end of the Stage faces the Audience Thein In Presence of both Armies Heav'n and youâ— I solemnly my former Oath Renew That at his Victory and our Defeat I from your Empire will in Peace Retreat To all those Articlâ—s contain'd I yield All your Demolish't Citys I 'le rebuild King of China If in this Fight Fate on our Champion frown We 're Tributaries to the Tartar Crown Thein The next thing is it lies in your free Choice To fight with Seconds or without Zung. Your Voice Are you for Seconds Amav Seconds are Men grown Such Cowards that they dare not dy alone Beasts fight in heards and when Men are so Rude To decide Quarrels by a Multitude When snatch't at by so many Hands a way So Savage Honor 's not a Price but Prey Palex. But Sir by Custom and by â—riendship's Laws We plead a Seconds Right in a Friends Cause Am. Such Men true Friendship never understood Who basely with their own mix their Friends Blood Seconds th' Invention of some Coward Hand By Customary Barb'rousness maintain'd Which all Heroick Spirits must disown Who borrow others Courage doubt their own Decrepit Age may with Brisk Seconds fight And Wink and Conquer if their Arms hit right No Sir I beg yours and these Monarchs leave That from our Single Hands they would their Fates receive Zung. Agreed Thein King of China Agreed Thein Draw off and at the Trumpets sound Prepare your Entries first then choose your Ground Am. Sir I request your Promise if I fall To let him give me Private Funeral Pointing to Van. After the Sound of Trumpets they Fight and Amavanga falls The Tartars Shout Am. Draw nearer Sir and know these Closing Eyes ' Twou'â— be unkind to dye in a Disguise Empty of Blood my Veins with Love are fiâ—'d I 'm Charm'd even by that Courage I am kill'd Zung. My Amavanga dead and by my Hand Oh! Envious Gods with fâ—tal Planet Raign'd Ore this Black Day Could any thing but Hate And Scorne to me make you Embrace this Fate To Chuse your Murder from no Hand but this Am. Hold Sir t' accuse now I 'm dying is A Sound too harsh tâ—a breaking Lover's Heart So long a Farewell and unkindly Part Do not Repine at this Unhappy Blow Think what Devotion to my King I owe. Nothing but Loyalty and Honouâ—'s Laws Engag'd me in this Great but Fatal Cause Do not Deplore my Fate it is a Grace too High I 've lost an Empire and deserve to dy My Conscious Soul do's all my stains recount And blush to look on Heav'n where it would mount But if Heav'ns Mercy any Room can spare To let a Worthless Guest inhabit there My Soul shall bear thy Image to the Sky I 'l grasp thee till I reach Eternity And when I 'm there if Love so far can view Look up to me as I 'l look down to you dyes Zung. Her Sacrilegious Murder do's present All Horrours that Distraction can invent Or Tortuâ—'s yeild My stagg'ring Frame 's ill built And takes Convulsions from the Wounds she felâ— Palex. Restrain your Passion Let it ne'r be said You plaid the Lover in an Armies Head Zung. Gods Thein Now by the Justice of our stronger Cause You must submit t' obey your Conqu'rours Laws K. of China What I have sworn I never dare â—ll back Zung. Then Sir that Oath you swore 't is I dare break Be still a Monarch Tears the Articles You shall not shrink thus tamely from a Throne Nor quit one Gemm that sparkles in a Crown Thein How Tâ—aytor Zung. No I 'm China's Mortal Foe But 't is a Debt I to my Honour owe To give him back the forfeit of his Crown And to maintain his and my own Renown I 'le stake my Life and Soul and lend my Sword To Guard that Throne my bounty has restor'd Thein Great Gods what black Offences have I done To find so great a Traytor in a Son The Name of Son he ha's too long possest Direct your Swords at the bold Rebels Brest Zung. First hear me Sir and then my Life I 'le yield To my Disgrace I have a Woman kill'd Alc. A Woman Zung. But it shall never stain my past Renowâ— To say I fought with Women for a Crown I set such Rate on Kings though Enemies That though my mounting Pride at Empire flyes Yet my Ambition ha's this Virtue taught I scorne to wear a Crown so cheaply bought Once more then for my Honour and your own Choose out a Manly Hand to Guard your Throne Choose out a Champion from your Armies Head With him once more my former Cause I 'le plead Let our too Swords renew this great debate And turn the Scale of Empires by our Fate Quit. Sir Let my Hand that glorious Cause decide King of China Quitazo hold that Suite must be deny'd No I have found his Vertue so Sublime I dare not trust my Cause a Second time Zungteus ha's a mind so God-like great And Generous he can no Equal meet When e'r he fights unmatch't he has the Odds Who fights with him makes War against the Gods For sure their Deities must take his side Whose Soul is to their Heav'n so near ally'd I 'le trust my Fate to no more single Hands But bow to what this Conqu'rour Commands Zung. If then you dare not trust a single Sword Be in you Pallace Walls again secur'd The former Truce we made remains this Night And the next Morning's Sun Renews the Fight If through the Camp you doubt in your Retreat Your Person 's safety to the City Gate To You I and my Army shall this Homage pay Your Foes to morrow but your Guards to day Ring of China Brave Conqu'rour Had you of this Days Fate th' Advantage took You from my Hand had China's Scepter struck But they to th' highest Pitch of Conquest Rise Who the Reward of Conquest can despise Exit King of China attended Thein Zungteus Deeds and Glories are above The Payment of a King and Fathers Love I could call back my Youth and wish to be Thy Brother only to act Deeds like thee Manent only Zungteus Palexus
fierce Horrors which must Seize my Soul When all this sweetness Dies these Soft fires cool These Roses wither and that charming breath Stopt and untun'd by the harsh Hand of Death Shall all delight all Harmony give ore When those Fair Eyes take and give light no more Then Oh! then what harsh doom 's ordain'd for me Yet in that Plague this comfort I foresee Quitazo's destiny shall follow thine I too shall set that hour you cease to shine Alcin. To make Death lighter yet expect to see Half of the well-come burden Borne by me When Death takes you I 'le follow my dear Lord With open Armes I 'le rush upon the Sword Though it in Tortures comes fates power desy On Constancy and me look Back and Dy. Exit forced out by Villains Quit. Others on Heaven in their Misfortunes call T' ask pardon for their Sins that Cause their fall But when my fortune a just Lover bears The Gods should ask his pardon not he their's For 't is a stain to their Eternall State To Order such a Beauty such a Fate Exeunt Enter King of China and Lycungus King of China My Daughter poison'd for Alcinda's sake Could desperare Love this Barbarous progress take But since kind Sir you have disclos'd the fact And Seiz'd the Savage Poysoners in the Act See the Disguis'd Alcinda be secur'd Her distiny shall be a while defer'd Then Publickly let False Quitazo be Proclaim'd a Traitour to the State and me And in his Room to you my worthy Friend I the whole Charge of China's power Commend When thus Degraded all his fame 's expir'd His Sword rebated and his power retir'd Let him be brought to me Then for this fact These Lovers shall be both together rackt Then Dear Orunda from thy Heav'n look down And see that Vengeance which attends my frown Exit Lyc. A Sawcy Murmur does my peace molest And Greatness preach to my uneasiy brest Why am I not already great my hand points to his Sword Bears this and I an army do Command True But we rarely our own greatness Spy When we see greater than our selves Stand by At that damp thought my greatness Hangs her wing I am a General but not a King But how are we less than Kings Or Whence can they more Sense of Glory feel There 's Brightness in a Crown but Edge in Steel These Can Raise Majesty Or pluck it down Swords have Securer titles than a Crown But though we Souldiers through the World strike Awe We make Obedience but Kings give it Law And all the Trophies of a Conquering Sword Do but build Temples where their Name 's ador'd Men dread the Voice of Thunder but admire And Reverence the Gods that lend it fire Well whether an Arm'd hand or a Crown'd Head Be best or worst if my designs succeed I will aspire to both To ease my doubt Wear Sword and Crown and find the difference out 'T is he puts Reason to the Surest Test Who tryes and not disputes which is the best Exit The Fifth ACT. Scene the Camp Enter Zungteus attended Vangona in Disguise Zungteus WHat do I Live to hear my Father Dead By a Gangrene from a Poison'd Arrows head Vang Call it not Death when Monarchs leave mankind But a Translation t'an Immortal Throne All of him that was King in you is left behind And all of him that 's God to its proper seat is gon Zung. In Heaven great Saint Oblige thy mourning Son My Amavanga's Constellation find 'T is easy found for 't is the brightest there And Represent to her enlightned mind The Torment of a Lover in Despair Tell her from me when her you meet above That 't is my Piety Controles my Love Thou badst me quit Love's Race to follow Fame And dread Sir even in Death thy Power the same Thee gon I 'le pay my Duty to thy Name Revenge by a double Ty directs my hand Thy Blood calls louder now than thy Command Enter Palexus and Quitazo Quitazo kneels to Zungteus Palex. Sir the Degraded Chiness General Do's at your Feet an Humble Suppliant fall Zung. Rise Worthy Sir you are my Friend Distress Do's not make Distance greater or Worthless Your deprest Virtue such strong Bonds has ty'd Thou can'st not ask that thing shall be deny'd T' oblige desert's my Study and my Pride Quit. That God-like Mercy banisheth Despair Now I dare speak when you are pleas'd to hear And Pardon'd Sinners make the Boldest Prayer I have a Mistress Sir Zung. And so had I aside 'Till this Curst Hand Quit. But Fate and Cruelty Have so Conspir'd Zung. She 's injur'd is she not Quit. Yes Royal Sir by one too that has got Pow'r to perform what his Wild Rage decrees Zung. And you want Arms to right her Injuries Quit. Your Goodness has with Heav'n this Vertue shar'd To know my Wants before my Prayers are hear'd Zung Call all your own what e'r Love can implore Divide thy Sorrows and command my Pow'â— A Nobler Cause cannot my Sword oblige Is it a Town or Kingdome you 'd besiege Say Sir Is this fair Sufferer Immur'd in City Walls Tow'rs Mountains Speak And let my Thunder the Vast Gordian break Quit. Sir T' express my Gratitude take this true Description of a Soul that bows to you I was your Enemy and should be still Had I a King t' obey or Foes to kill But now you 're China's Friend your Sword employ'd Against that Power which has a King destroy'd My Princess and Love's Sufferings plead alike In their Cause at th' Usurpers Heart I 'd strike A Mistress and a Soveraign's Cause I 'd Right Under your Banners I beg leave to Fight The Grant of this Request Great Sir will be As kind in you as it is just in me For though my Sword aims at my Countrie 's blood I make but th' ill Veins bleed to save the Good Zung. Share halfe my Pow'r take me your Rival too I owe as much of Vengeance there as you Then in Revenge let 's try which shall pay most Thou to a King and Love I to a Fathers Ghost Valiant I know you Just I 'm sure you 'l prove I ne'r doubt Honour where I meet with Love Vang Which way soe'r Fame calls your Conqu'ring sword Let your poor Slave attend his honour'd Lord Be near you when you Fight with greedy Eye Grasp your great Conquests see your Enemies Dy Admire your Arm and though I can't repay This Grace I can Adore you more than they Who have more Worth to pay the mighty Debt The Poor are as Religious as the Great Zung. Yes kind unknown thou shal't but whence proceeds This Zeal Is 't Love or Envy of my Deeds Thou like my Genius haunt'st me where I go Admirest my Victories and shar'st'em too Kind Boy there 's something in thy forward Zeal Say's thou art more than what thy Looks reveal I must find out from whence these Wonders spring Draw back the Curtain and Oblige this King Exeunt