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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A27332	The young king, or, The mistake as 'tis acted at His Royal Highness, the Dukes Theatre / written by A. Behn.	Behn, Aphra, 1640-1689.; La Calprenède, Gaultier de Coste, seigneur de, d. 1663. Cléopatre.; Calderón de la Barca, Pedro, 1600-1681. Vida es sueño.	1683 (1683)	Wing B1776; ESTC R18897	48,964	72

thought of him 'T is certain that she knows I am Thersander But if the bold Clemanthis be Thersander Son to the Enemy of Cleomena Yet still 't is that Clemanthis that ador'd her And whom she once made happy with her love But I have wounded her and here remains The marks of my dishonour in her bloud Oh cruel instrument of my shameful Crime Must the first service thou hast rendred me Prove to my Soul so fatal that Sword I left Amintas Wou'd have denied obedience to this hand This sacrilegious hand drew it against her Draws his Sword● Enter King Lysander solus King How now Thersander what still melancholy Upon the first appearance of your sadness I thought 't had been for fighting with a Woman But now I fear that could not be the cause Unless 't were fortifi'd by stronger passions 'T is not impossible but when you saw The Eyes of Cleomena in the Combate They might disarm your rage and teach you love If this be all I 'll offer Peace in such a time As they 're not able to make War against us And with it Propositions of a Marriage Ther 's Happy mistake great Sir I 'll not deny the Eyes of Cleomena Have given me Wounds which nothing else can cure And in that moment when I would have kill'd her They stayd my guilty hand and overcame The shameful Conquerour I 'll say no more nor give Laws to your bounty But if your Majesty approve my flame I shall receive her as the greatest blessing Heaven can bestow upon me King I 'm glad to find my son of my opinion For I already have propos'd it to 'em Which I believe they will with joy embrace Ther 's All but the lovely Princess whose aversion Is still so great against our Family That I despair she ever will be drawn to 't King They 'll hardly rally up their routed Forces To make fresh War upon us they 're at our mercy now And as an honour will embrace the Alliance Ther 's Pray Heaven they may King If they refuse I will recal my mercy And make them dearly buy their scorn Come we expect our Herauld from their Tents Exeunt SCENE the Fifth Enter Queen Cleomena in a Night-gown Semiris A Table with Pen and Ink. Cleo. Madam I confess my self unworthy of your tenderness Queen Ah Cleomena you value my repose at too cheap a rate When you expose a life so dear to me To so much danger as to fight Thersander Cleo. I am not the first person of my Sex Has drawn a Sword upon an Enemy Do you not say he is my Father's Murderer And does he not deprive me of that Crown You say the Gods have destin'd me to wear Queen 'T is true he 's son to him that kill'd thy Father But bating that he has committed nothing But what wou'd rather cause esteem than hate Cleo. Pardon me Madam if I am forc'd to say My Sentiments cannot correspond with yours Queen What think you of a Husband in this Prince Cleo. How Madam marry Thersander Queen The King has generously offer'd it My Council do approve it and the Army Cannot contain their Joy for the blest news Cleo. Gods let the Council and the Army perish E're I lose one single moment of my satisfaction Is this the hate which with my Milk you made me suck For all that Race is this th' effects of my fierce Education Queen All things must be prefer'd to th' Publick good When joyn'd with my Commands Cleo. What you command I dare not disobey But Madam I beseech you do not claim That cruel duty here Queen You 'll find it fit to change that peevish humour And I will leave you to consider of it Queen exit Cleo. Gods marry me marry me to Thersander No not whilst this remains in my possession Pulls out a Dagger I must confess it is a generous offer How came it in their Souls Sem. Madam perhaps Love has inspir'd it Cleo. Hah Love that miracle may be When I reflect upon the Prince his words When he had vanquish'd me I do not doubt it Then he confess'd he had a passion for me I wonder at the sudden birth of it Sem. Madam your Eyes make Captives at first sight Cleo. Oh my dear eyes how shall I love ye now For wounding more than my dull Sword could do 'T was Anger and Revenge that gave ye charms Onely to help the weakness of my Arms And when my Womans courage feeble grew My Heart did kindly send its aids to you And thou Thersander surely canst not blame My cruelty who do allow thy Flame Love on love on and if thou dost despise All other ways I 'll kill thee with my Eyes She sits down and writes Enter a Page Page Madam there is without an Officer Who bad me tell your Highness that he waits Cleo. Admit him and Page give you this Letter to the Queen Sem. Madam it is Vallentio whom you sent for Enter Vallentio Cleo. Vallentio I believe thee brave and honest Vall. Madam the last I dare affirm Cleo. Tell me Vallentio did st thou ever love Vall. Madam your Interest my Arms and a brave Enemy Cleo. But didst thou never feel a softer passion Vall. Madam I own though with a blush I do so I 've felt the power of two fair Eyes And I have wounds that yet would bleed afresh Should but the cruel Murtheress appear Cleo. Then thou art fit to hear a secret from me But first Vallentio tell me whom I am Vall. My Princess Madam and my General And one who from your power of Beauty holds No less Dominion o're th' adoring world Than from the greatness you were born to Cleo. And you 're contented I should be your Queen Vall. Madam I am Pimante has been prating Aside Cleo. The Army too are of your mind Vall. I cannot answer for the Army Madam Cleo. But what think you of Orsames Vall. Madam I think he merits to be King In any other world but where you reign Cleo. And what if I would have him King of this Vall. Why then he shall be King if you would have it so Cleo. Yes I would have it by my self I would This is the time to let the Monarch know The glories he was born to Nor can I die in peace till he be crown'd Aside I 'll have this Nation happy in a Prince A Prince they long in silence have bemoan'd Which every slight occasion breaks out loud And soon will raise them up to a Rebellion The common peoples God on Holy-days And this Vallentio I have oft observ'd And 't is an act too humble for my Soul To court my self into security Sem. Madam the Gods do disapprove his Reign Which they not onely say shall be but short But bloudy and Tyrannick Cleo. I will expound that Oracle Which Priests unridling make more intricate They said that he should reign and so he did Which lasted not above a pair of hours But I my self will be his