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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A51496	Beauty in distress as it is acted at the theatre in Little Lincolns-Inn-Fields by His Majesties servants / written by Mr. Motteux ; with a discourse of the lawfulness & unlawfulness of plays, lately written by the learned Father Caffaro, divinity-professor at Paris, sent in a letter to the author by a divine of the Church of England.	Motteux, Peter Anthony, 1660-1718.; Caffaro, Francesco, ca. 1650-1720.	1698 (1698)	Wing M2945; ESTC R36604	66,084	94

you insult but Fab. Give it me and take mine Fabiano gives him his Sword and takes his in the Scabbard Ri. Take it and use it if you can Pla. Oh! hold my Lords Fab. A broken Sword hah Villain He draws the Sword which appears to be a broken Blade Ri. Stir not be silent hear me and you 're safe Live happy with my Sister I with her But dye if you persist t'obstruct my Bliss Pla. Oh! wed her wed her tho' I dye my Lord. Fab. I 'll yet disarm thee Traytor Fabiano with the broken Sword strives to close with Ricardo Ri. I wou'd not kill thee Who waits Enter four Servants with Swords Ri. Seize that Mad-man Fabiano snatches a Sword from one of 'em and keeps 'em off Fab. What hoa my Friends Pla. Help Murther help Enter Captain with two others who fight Ricardo's Party Cap. Courage my Lord we 're here Slaves Villains dye Enter Don Ferdinand with Musqueteers who present and all the Combatants cease Fighting Fer. Hold or my Guards shall fire among you Ri. 'T is well you 're come at last my Lord your Son Was forcing his way out with this ungrateful Maid To wed her and leave Portugal by Sea Fer. I scarce believ'd the Messenger you sent me Nay now I scarce believe my very Eyes What my Reproof my Counsel my Commands My Pray'rs my Threats my Oaths all unregarded It cannot be Fabiano is my Son My Son wou'd not at once lose Wealth lose Honour Lose my Love lose my Blessing A Father's Love and Blessing for a Trifle For all this he must lose or leave this Maid To wed my nobler choice the fair Morella Fab. Thus as to Heav'n to you Sir kneels your Son And that Heav'n knows I scarce can reverence it More than I do my Father Oh! I 'd lose The Life you gave me rather than your Blessing But Love like mine is deaf Necessity 'T is Fate it self and who can alter Fate If Love 's a Crime in me 't is its own Punishment For hope that soften'd all its Pains is lost Then curse me not yet more alas your Blessing Is all your wretched Son has left to lose For soon he 'll take his everlasting leave Of Friends of you of her and Life I hope Fer. Rise hear Age speak Fabiana Wisdom's old Fab. My Lord my Father Oh! let me kneeling thus attend your Will Fer. Rise rise my Son nor let thy poor old Father Lose the sole Comfort of his widow'd Years Thou art my only Child Alas I liv'd But by the hopes of seeing thee renew The ●●●ries of our Race by equal Marriage Have I for this declin'd a second Choice And liv'd in solitary Widowhood Oh! do not hurry thus thy self and me To the dark Grave and worse Oblivion's Death I beg it 't is thy Father begs it See these Tears They 're the last drops the dying hand of Age Has left to dew this drooping with'ring Plant Oh speak Fab. Can Nature plead against it self I cannot speak my throbbing Heart's too full Fer. Then kill me cruel Son that Parricide Will be less barb'rous than the other speak Fab. Then with obedient boldness I must own I cannot wed Morella Fer. Just Heav'n what have I done what are my Crimes That I must thus be punish'd with this Son But sure he 's not my Son Such Disobedience Such Meanness must and shall be Strangers to my Blood Now as I hate base Thoughts he 's rous'd my Rage Degenerate Boy thou scandal to my Race Retract thy words consent lest in my Fury I wrong the dead and ev'n suspect thy Mother Fab. Oh! use me as you please but spare my Mother For your own sake for hers tread gently on her Grave Fer. No she was Vertue 's self but sure some Peasant Impos'd thee on me and displac'd the Heir Be banish'd then my House my Heart my Thoughts Be stript of all Fab. But my Placentia's Love You cannot take that from me Fer. Tortures and Daggers Wretch lose all but that Ri. aside to Ferd. My Lord let him rave on He 's lost all use of Reason in this Fit Of Love's high Fever but it cannot last Leave him with me I 'll watch its Crisis and Declension First I 'll remove the Cause this fatal Charmer Then soon my Sister shall restore his Reason Fer. 'T is well advis'd Guards stay obey my Lord. Curst be this Frantick Love that rashly hurries Unequal Pairs into the Nuptial Noose How bitter proves the fair forbidden Fruit How lost how naked Man then finds himself How short how false the Bliss how long the Woe A few good Nights a thousand dismal Days Then the fierce Lover grows a tame dull Husband And the kind Mistress a vexatious Wife How like an Ass how like himself he looks Wishing to part more than he did to joyn While Wife and Husband curse th' unequal state Wedded for Love then Cuckolded for Hate Exit Ferd. Ri. Retire you tempting Mischief to your Chamber Pla. Oh! rather to a Cell Ri. Leave that to me Pla. Oh! once more let me see him Ri. You shall not see him more Fabiano who was talking to the Captain runs suddenly to prevent her going out Fab. See me no more then I 'm poor indeed Yes I will see her tho' her sight were Death Ri. Hold my Lord. Fab. Forbear Despair is frantick play not with it I 've lost all hopes but of one parting look Rob me not of that last that cruel pleasure Pla. Oh rigid Fate why must I thus undo him But I my self shall soon be more than punish'd Lonesome self-banish'd buried to the World My Life shall be a kind of ling'ring Death Course Weeds my Cloathing a poor Cell my Lodging Bare Walls my only prospect the cold Ground Or harder Floor my Bed and Grief my End Fab. Oh! why did I come back why wou'd I see her Pla. Then if at dead at Night you chance to wake Oh! think of me and say now poor Placentia Is risen in the Dark and in the Cold To pray for me to pray for her Fabiano For then will I be praying on my Knees That Heav'n may bless you and your future Bride Fab. Too gen'rous Fair Oh! spare your Grief's Profusion Show me less Love be cruel out of Pity Tell me you hate me I shall be less wretched Pla. I cannot Oh! then leave me quickly leave me Fly my Contagious Grief Oh! 't will infect you I merit not your Care much less your Love And yet forgive and let me Love you still As for your Grief impose it on me Heav'n For I am grown familiar with Affliction But live and think your Death my greatest dread Fab. Then I must strive to live But oh Placentia 'T will cost my Love much dearer than to dye If one Hour's Absence made me wild with Sorrow How shall I live for ever parted from you By Hills and Seas and the more fatal Cloyster How bear the Sun shou'd rise the Sun shou'd set

To a bad hand and Murther watches sure Then give me leave to fear Mo. I 'll keep Prevention's Eye upon the Watch But I disdain to fear For Death must come And 't is no matter when Once in the Grave Long Life and short are both become the same Death levels all Age Beauty Wealth and Titles Lye undistinguish'd huddled up together And none complain of what or when or how Oh! I cou'd wish my Dust with thy dead Parents Lay blended in one Urn on Africk's Shore Rather than languish thus in hopeless Love And see my Father's Glory Turn rusly in this Brother Zem. Ah! my Lord That rusts not since it shines so bright in you Mor. Zemet no more I here expect Placentia This is her way from Chappel See she comes Withdraw Exit Zemet She comes and weeps for me For the false News I brought her Cruel Fate Deal me less Pity and some Love Enter Placentia Weeping Mor. to himself I shiver How my Heart beats Ev'n thro' this hue I fear She 'll read my Soul's Disorder Now I burn Let Love be drawn no more with golden Darts But arm'd with Fires I feel him in my Veins How shall I speak Plac. Oh! gen'rous Don Vincentio As soon shall I forget my self as thee Mo. aside Now by my Love there 's Life in that kind Sorrow It bids me hope and speak To her Why Madam will you lavish thus your Tears On my dead Friend He ne're cou'd gain your Love Yet if departed Souls see things on Earth Placentia is Vincentio's present Object And not one Tear she sheds but he must prize At a much greater Value than his Life Plac. Can I do less than weep for that brave Lord Oh! Sir you were a Stranger to his worth Mor. No Madam none cou'd know Vincentio better Than did Morat and you will think so too When I relate some Passages he told me He said you were the Cause of all those Sighs He had betray'd so often and I pitied He said such Beauty and such Cruelty Ne're met in one before and yet methinks Your Tears and Sorrow contradict his Words Aside If I talk long I shall betray my self Plac. Since my best Lord for so I always call'd him Made you no Stranger to those humble Thoughts The only Blemish of his noble Life I will a little clear that passage to you His Vertuous Mother for what Cause I know not Took me from humble Birth to breed me as her Child Mor. Madam he told me this and that his Mother Had made your Fortune equal to her Daughters Commanding him to see you nobly married or a Nun. But Love he said doubled that Pious Charge And he ne'er wish'd for any Wife but you Oh! why did you refuse to make him happy Plac. To clear my self to you I 'll tell you that Which shou'd not be reveal'd were he still living Mor. aside Now I begin to tremble Plac. His Mother found out that unhappy Love And lest it shou'd dishonour his great Name Taught me t' obey him as my Lord and Brother But charg'd me as I tender'd Heav'n my Soul Her Memory or any Thing that 's Sacred I ne're shou'd marry him Mor. aside Oh! Patience Heav'n Plac. This was her daily and her last Request And that I might Religiously perform it Resolving with my self a single Life I solemnly did swear Never to wed above my humble Birth Mor. aside 'T will be in vain to live after this Story Oh! Mother you mix'd the worst of Curses with that Breath That gave your wretched Son his latest Blessing Plac. You 're strangely mov'd But see Ricardo I wou'd shun him Enter Ricardo Servants after him Ric. You were my Brother's Servants I dismiss you Placentia stay Serv. My Lord our Wages Ric. Do Men like me pay Wages Serv. My Lord Ric. Talk with my Steward hence Be gone Ex. Servants Well Madam Plac. My Lord. Ric. So scornful still I will no longer bear it Pla. asi How I dread his vile Love since now he 's Master here Ric. How now Morat What you 've been talking now Of my dead Brother and the Creature weeps 'T is true the humble Fop indulg'd her Pride With honourable Love tho' still she scorn'd him Mo. asi Hold Patience yet Thus most Heirs treat the Dead To Ric. My Lord I was your Brother's worthless Friend And know how much he did esteem this Lady As I believe not without due defert Ric. Oh dull Morat thou dost not know this Trifle Thou art a Moor and look'st on outward Toys Fine Cloaths and Jewels why these Things are mine I 'll strip her of 'em all if she consents not To yield to my Embraces Mor. My Lord I fancy 't is not in your Power Ric. Hark you Morat I suffer'd you my House For the good News this Morning you confirm'd But ne're believe I made you of my Council Mor. No if you had I shou'd advise you better Than thus to forfeit all your House's Honour By most ignoble Actions Ric. How 's this Slave Mo. By all my former Honour that Name Slave Did not you share your noble Brother's Blood Shou'd cost the dearest Drop about your Heart Ric. Sure he 's run mad Out of my House thou Frenzy Mor. I will not stir Your Brother made me Joynt-Executor With this fair Lady I 'll soon prove his Will And till I 've seen it all perform'd I 'll stay Ric. You mean till th' Inquisition seizes you Do you not Moor you two Executors Mor. Laugh not too fast my Lord Your Inquisition Can't fright me for tho' my Complection's black My Soul is white and Christian which I fear The Holy Font has not made yours Ric. Insolent Slave who waits what hoa not one Of my new Train to rid me of this Moor Nay then I 'll do 't my self Draws Mor. closes with him and disarms him Mor. Inhospitable Wretch Plac. Hold help help Mor. Here take your Sword and put it up proud Lord But oh insult no further if you 'd live Gives him back his Sword Enter Servants and Zemet Ric. aside Disarm'd and by a Moor But he 's not worth A second Danger I 've some trusty Bravo's Who safely shall correct his Insolence To his Servants Hence Slaves there 's now no need of you Exeunt Servants and Zemet Mor. My Lord yet think from what great Stock you sprung And how a Nobleman shou'd keep that Name 'T is not to be preserv'd by dead Mens Actions You must have living Vertues or 't is lost Come I perceive that you attend with shame My too severe Reproof and I repent it I 'll leave you to repent too for the Cause Madam some other Time I 'll wait on you Exit Morat Pla. aside and going A brave good Man well worth Vincentio's Friendship Ri. Stay scornful Thing Pla. I must not Ri. Must not Pla. No you 've forfeited at last all the Respect I ow'd you Ri. Yes you shall stay I 'll know what you 've been

Love equals all and you 're most sure of mine Pla. I still shou'd fear to lose what I deserve not Still dread my Equal's Envy and the Scorn of yours And thus shou'd live more wretched yet than now This fatal now that sees me tear my Heart While thus I tear my self for ever from you going Fa. You tear my Heart but shall not tear me from you kneels Thus you shall drag me while I suffer Life And when I 've eas'd my wretched Soul with this Draws a Dagger 'T will hover o're you still to wait for yours For sure in Death we 're equal and may joyn Pla. Oh! hold and rise fright me not with your Danger Nor humble me yet more with your Submissions Fab. Raise then at once a Wretch to Love and You. To rise thus I 'll descend and mix with humble Swains In lowly Cottages and rustick Weeds And there forget that fatal thing call'd Greatness Pla. Oh! rise degrade it not by kneeling thus Fab. No let your Answer make me rise or fall Pla. Alas my Lord I know this wou'd but prove A Dream that might a while indulge your Fancy While Mem'ry wou'd lye lock'd in the first sleep That Love might lull it too but too too soon You 'd wake to hatred of your self and me Enter D. Ferdinand Fab. starts and rises Ferd. My Son Base Man I thought t' have found you with Morella But hear me swear By my great Ancestors That Hour Fabiano weds below his Rank Makes him a Stranger to my Blood for ever Pla. You might have spar'd that just but rigid Doom And left my Love the Glory of our parting For Sir I love your Son so well I love him That rather than I 'll curse his gen'rous Passion By suffering him to bless me with himself I 'll leave my Wealth Friends nay the dear Man for ever Bear witness you whose Breasts confess the Pangs Of truest te nd'rest fondest fiercest Love Bear witness Heav'n and all that hear me swear I leave ev'n him ev'n all that 's kind and dear For endless Grief a Cloyster and Despair Exit Fab. My Love my Father both conspire my Ruine Some Angel stop her and recall your Vows No pity yes you 're kind at once you kill me And thus will quickly end the worst of Pains Fer. Unequal Nuptials show not Love but Madness If you 're my Son leave this ignoble Creature Fab. Leave her ignoble give me Patience Heav'n And Duty check my Rage a Father said it Oh! that you knew her Sir you 'd see in her That Worth whence true Nobility began She claims a Birth immediately from Heav'n Fer. No more She never shall be yours Haste to Morella Noble and more Charming Fab. Ah Sir I can love nothing but Placentia Rather take back the wretched Life you gave me kneels Draw draw your Sword rip up my panting Bosom You 'll find a Heart where that sad Truth is written Pity my Youth pity your Son Fer. 'T is vain Reason and Time will bring you to your self Fab. Oh stay follows him crawling on his Knees Fer. Away comply or never see me more Ferd. breaks from Fabiano and Exit Fab. Yes cruel Father yes unkind Placentia I 'll never see you more You shall not see how wretched you have made me I 've one Friend yet I hope his Ship shall cast me On some abandon'd Shore There I will dye Pitied perhaps by Beasts more kind than Man More wise more happy Brutes I envy you With you 't is Will and Beauty make the choice Ne're crost by the lov'd Female nor your Syres No dream of Greatness bars your am'rous Joys Curst be the first who made the vain distinction Taught to boast borrow'd Fame from ancient Dust That fancied Distance between equal Emmets Curst be the poys'nous Notion and may he That slights true Merit for a vain Degree Love humble Worth be scorn'd or curs'd like me And that the Vice an ampler Curse may find Curst be th' Ambitious which is all Mankind Exit Enter Placentia as Fabiano goes off Pla. His busie Grief usurp'd his very Sight He 's gone and cou'd not see me wou'd he had Alas I shou'd I wou'd have call'd but cou'd not Who will protect me now Oh! noble Moor Assist me to preserve my threaten'd Honour Enter Morat and Zemet Mor. Can worth like yours want a Protector Madam My best Friend us'd me so to eccho back his Sighs When he repeated dying Tales of you That he has fill'd my Breast with the like Zeal Of serving you That Zeal may look like Love But fear not Madam rarely Love gets in But at some Chink where Hope had crept in first And I who know how you us'd Don Vincentio Can never hope this Figure cou'd prevail Then give me leave to serve you and my Actions Shall ne're oppose the Dictates of your Will Pla. It were a Sin to doubt your Honour Sir Let your Man wait and I will tell you Things That are yet Secrets to all Souls but mine Mor. Zemet observe who comes and give us notice Exit Zemet Pla. Let guilty Persons blush I have no Cause The Passion I must own admits no Shame Tho' I confess I Love Oh Noble Moor You will have Cause to pity me as much As e're you did Vincentio Mor. Do I live Aside and starting Or have I chang'd my Being with my Form Pla. What shou'd surprize the Moor Sir tho' I want Your help or such a Friend 's yet let not that Divert your Thoughts from your own great Concerns Morat No Madam these are Fits that sometimes shake me My Soul and Body are by turns at odds And fain wou'd part Yet like false Friends each strives not to be thought To give most Cause for such a Separation But now I 'm well again you say you Love Madam And that I shall have Cause to pity you Sure he that is the Cause is Deaf and Blind Else either Sence and You might teach him Love Pla. Nay I 'm so miserable worthy Moor That 't was his Passion that gave birth to mine But as Fate orders it all I've to beg Is that you wou'd convey me to some Cloyster Where I may ever weep and pray for him Mor. aside Sure 't is for me 't is for the poor Vincentio She thus wou'd weep and pray Oh wou'd it were To Pla. Madam I 'm bound to wait on your Commands But can there be a Cause for such Despair Pla. Too many Sir for had not Fate contriv'd To snatch him and all Hopes for ever from me Yet I too well regard his future Glory E're to have fullied it with my mean Blood Mor. aside 'T is my self It can be no Man else she thus despairs for First she shall name me then I 'll own my self To Pla. Madam you may well trust me with his Name That can be happy thus in spight of Fate Pla. I will not hide his Name from one that knows So much of his Concerns 'T