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The ambitious slave, or, A generous revenge a tragedy acted at the Theatre Royal / written by E. Settle.
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Settle, Elkanah, 1648-1724.
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the pleasure Claris. No thou too hardend Brow didst thou but know What t is to be Cel. The Mrs. of a King Yes very well Clar. The Mrs. of a King no fair Perdition Change that gay name and call thy self a Prodigy Celest A Prodigy Right all made up of Wonders The very Thing I would be Claris Barbarous Creature Is thy Lethargick Sleep of Death so deaf To all th' Alarms of Infamy and Vengeance That not one frighting Dream nor waking Horror Tells thee what hideous Loads of Woe thou hast heap'd On Wayling Innocence the wrong'd Herminia Snatch'd a lov'd Lord from her embracing Arms And left her mourning Days and widow'd Nights Rob'd all her Dearest Joys Celest 'T is true I have so And I confess the Loss is something hard But to repair that Loss tell the fair Mourner Her Charms are not so lost but thousand Cupids With thousand Darts and every Shaft a Heart Attend the dayly Triumphs of her Eyes Claris. Oh my Chast Ears aside Cel. What though th' ungratefull King Has play'd the Wanderer can that fair Shrine Want Homagers The world is not so poor Claris. Hold profane Insolent stop that sulphurous Breath Rooted with horrour I have heard thee out And a chill Damp about my trembling Heart Has but just left me blood enough to blush That thou wert born of Woman Quick Let me fly that cloven footed Treason Least yawning Earth and swallowing Graves receive me Exit Cel. Poor angry thing farewell such chattring Daws Dismount my Eagle Flight That bugbear Conscience No I 've Loves whole Feast before me And let those Dull puny squeamish Fools that dare not carve Hug their Lean Virtue pine Despair and starve Exit Scene Changes Enter Herminia and Amorin Herm. Art sure this is the Kings Retiring Hour And this the place to meet him Amor. Ev'ry Minute His Presence is expected But dear Madam I have one humble pray'r that this small service Of your Obedient slave be kept a Secret This is forbidden Ground and 't will be more Then half the price of my poor Life to serve you Her Fear not sweet Youth I 'le guard thee from that Danger Ex. Amo. Forbidden Ground Is Love a Crime so mortall And am I grown that poyson to his Eyes Oh for the Spirit of the great Semiramis To meet my wrongs and stemm the storm that sinks me No I 've too much the Mothers Milk within me Weep like a Girle and bend beneath my sufferings Nature intended me some humble shepherdess A Creature born to breath her plaints to Woods And helpless Groves to mix her feeble Tears In murmuring Brooks too weak to weild the Thunder And rowze the sleeping Rage of injur'd Majesty Enter King King Herminia Ha! That Face and in these Walls Methinks I feel a chilling Damp within me A secret check from those accusing Eyes Let my retiring shame going back Herm. My Lord my King King Madam Herm. I have a Grace to beg Not that I 'd ask Ungratefull Favours from You. But methinks From all your long long Hours of happier Blisses Herminia sure may beg one borrow'd Minute King That painfull Minute aside Her There was once a day When underneath my Native Royall Roof Th' Imperiall Towrs of the proud Indian Court To my first Virgin Charms a gawdy Train Of suppliant Kings all Captives to my Eyes Knelt at my Feet unless their Sighs deceive'd me For they were men and 't is a flattering World I think if you have not quite forgot my Lord Was one of that fair Train and loved me too Or else my Virgin heart was poorly won I think you lov'd But if I am mistaken Correct my Fault and I will weep and mend it King This is too much thou murmuring Sweetness Dry up thy Tears and weep no more Herm. No more King No more for trust me It is a showr too rich to fall for me Herm. Ah King to dry these ever streaming Sorrows Is not my work but Thine To stop these Fountains Shut thou the springs that feed ' em Ah my Lord Remove the fatal cause of all these Tears And then I 'le cease to mourn King Alas Herminia Upbraid my Guilt no more but think me punisht Even in my very Sin for when I am false To so much Truth a Love like thine 't is with That conscious Shame and those accusing Horrours Herm. That pleasing Pride and those transporting Charms Thou woud'st say Poor Herminia has no Charms Or if she e'er had any even their very Remembrance like a last nights Dream the thin And vanishing Shaddow gone they are all lost In Celestina's Arms that fatall Ravisher Of all my hopes my Joys my Life King Ah Madam Cease this too killing Theme consider me As a poor helpless Wretch driven headlong by An unaccountable resistless Power Alas I wou'd be faithfull if I cou'd All that I can command my bleeding heart My bending Neck my Head beneath thy Feet These I can grant but do not ask impossibles Herm. Impossibles nay then I read my Fate King If it be Fate 't is past our humane power To reverse Destiny and in submitting T' immutable Decree exalted Virtue Exerts her noblest Wisdom Patience Herm. Patience Enter Tygranes Yes Sir you take the nearest way to teach it me For when your strange unkindness gives me death I shall be husht all Patience in my Grave King Madam my Charity takes me from your sight The greatest Height of pity we express To shut our Ears from Greifs we can't redress Offring to go Herm. Oh stay upon my Knees I do conjure you Move not that way That killing passage leads To Celestina And in all your Cruelty Shew that poor Mercy to the lost Herminia To stay one little Minute from her Arms. Tygr. Oh King can so much Beauty plead in vain All those rich pearle those dear fair Streams of Life Drop from those Eyes and unreguarded fall King My Brother Tygr. My dread Lord coud'st thou but think What Glory waits on Majesty where Virtue Shines the bright Jem of Diadems that sweetness Need not have Knelt thus long King Tygranes Tygr. Thou dear all Soveraign Goodness turn but one Kind look and veiw that lovely Kneeling Mourner Charming in Tears and beauteous even in Ruines Herm. Kind Prince no more spend not thy prodigall Breath On a poor Outcast Wretch not worth his Thought Tygr. But one one Look Think but what charms invite thee Humanity Religion Nature the Whole pitying World intreats thee back to Love Oh Sir consider rayse your mounting Thoughts To the exalted charms of Godlike Vertue Think what soft Down in Loves rich Bed of Honour Fills the calm pillows of embracing Innocence King Oh my Tygranes Herm. Yes my dear lov'd Lord In these incircling Arms these chast Embraces No guilty Dreams the starts of frighted sin And pangs of aking guilt will wake your sleeps But fair all Heav'nly Forms seale your clos'd Eyes And Quires of Angells lull your Golden slumbers King Alas my
poor Herminia Herm. Oh my Stars I see a dawning pity in his Eyes Break forth my rising Sun and make it all Immortall Day and ever shining Joys Take Take your kneeling Mourner to your Arms Take me to love be kind and bid me live And stab my bleeding breaking Heart no more King Thou talk'st sweet Murmurer Tygr. Oh Sir embrace the blessed Minute Return to her dear Arms return to all The Joys of Earth and the Rewards of Heav'n Think but what shining Host of Supliant Saints Expand their Arms t' embrace thy blest Repentance King My dear Tygranes My Fame my Crown and my Imperiall Cause Call thee to Arms to Arms My muster'd Legions And marching Armies wait thee in their head Go forth my Son of War the great To morrow Leads to the Field Tygra Doubt not that great To morrow Be you but Just to day Run to her Bosom Oh run and take her to your pitying Mercy Myriads of Joys and thousand thousand Blisses King Battles and Arms Hark the Shrill Trump Tygranes The Alarm of Honour calls Tygra The Trump of Virtue King 'T is that that sounds to call thy wandring Heart To these abandon'd Arms. King The Scythian Tyrant And Clarismunda's Wrongs Tygr. The Scythian Sorceress Exit King forcing himself from them And lost Herminia's Wounds Queen Too cruell King Sure I am not the first unhappy Woman That wept for Broken Vows and faithless Man Yet sure the first that ever wept so soon So Young so early lost i th' very Morn Of Love for ever sett Put generous Prince So much I owe thee for this wondrous Goodness What kind Return can this vast Debt defray What I am too Poor I must beg Heav'n to pay Exit Tygr. Such charms and this unkind Return Ah King Had those dear Eyes but smiled on blest Tygranes How had I lov'd Oh Beauty in thy whole Divinity How narrow is thy Attribute of Mercy Thy Soveraign power of Life and Death so shackled That in a thousand Bleeding hearts before thee Thy kind repreiving smile can save but one Nay and that very single Mercy too Is often dealt with that unlucky Hand Made some ungratefull tastless Infidells prize Whilst perishing Truth stands by and starving dyes Exit Finis Actus Terâ—ij ACT. IV. SCENE I. Celestina and Rosalin Cel. TH' Embraces of a King Poor Satisfaction A Monarchs Darling but a Kingdoms Loathing All a dishonourd Blot the Worlds cheap Theme And common Tale of every grinning slave The Queen Ay she ev'n in her lowest sufferings Outshines my tallest Pride The peoples Love And th' universall pity of mankind Like perfum'd Sweets embalm her fragrant Fame But me their Hate and Scorn my very Sex Stand at a Bay all frighted at my Name And drive me like a hunted Fugitive From out the Herd of Life I cannot bear it Ros Dear Madam Cel. Oh thou lying Oracle where 's My promist Mountains all your Boasted Miracles No Flattring falshood tell thy Lord of Darkness There is no Faith in Hell Did'st thou not Promise False Prophetess that I should raign in Pleasure Ros If Soveraignty Dominion if to hold A King in Chains and Crowns in Vassalage be To raign in Pleasure she has perform'd that Promise Cel. A King my Slave poor narrow-bounded Throne Thin empty Bliss for in Possessing His I have lost the Hearts of all the World beside Nay what has all my mighty Conquest made me That little despicable Wretch a Harlot Oh the foul Blister Cankers and Diseases Is there that humblest of my cringing Flatterers That waits th' uprising of my morning Smile And pays me his All Hayl for the snatch'd blessing Even with those Lips that kiss the Earth I move on No sooner is his fawning Face turn'd from me But with a low reviling Eye puts forth His forked Tongue and hisses at my Shame Ros Why all this foolish Murmur Thus concern'd For that Course Vulgar Blast the Popular Breath Does your exalted Greatness want Their Love It is enough they fear you Fear the noblest Prerogative 't was Fear that first made Gods Cel. No Girle this Shallow Sophistry Ros Nay Madam Your Witches and your Propheycing Devils I 'm sure have done their Part. And if you have still A giddy roving uncontented Thought E'ne blame your own unsatisfyed desires If Womans vain Ambition covets more Then all Hell has to give 't is not Hells Fault but Womans Cel. But oh my Rosalin I cannot bear This publick Odium of the World and live Only the Mistress of his loose Desires His burning Kisses all but Sooty Fires That little Outly of his Love his Mistress Ros His Mistress Why wou'd you be his Queen Cel. His Queen Ay that 's A name indeed that Sacred Post of Honour Myriads of pleasures wait the hallow'd Brightness A Solid Heaven of Constellated Blisses Substantiall Power untainted Glory Then I should have Hearts as well as Knees to serve me Ros His Queen Why truly Madam since your Wishes Must soar so high I know no wondrous Stops That hold their Flight considering your Ascendant The Eyes you wear and the fond Heart you govern Cel. Ha Ros Were the Gordian Bar remov'd between you The golden Fruit would meet your reaching Hand And fairly bid you carve your own Desires Cel. The Gordian Bar remov'd and fairly carve My own Desires What Bar but poor Herminia That feeble Thred Thou dear inspiring Devil Oh what a mountain Thought of vast Ambition Comes pouring ore me like a rolling Deluge Ros Madam Young Mirvan the Queens favourite Evnuch Waits for Access as your petitioner Cel. Mirvan Admit him Enter Mirvan Mir. Madam amongst the universall Knees All bending to salute the rising Sun Might poor I dare t'implore one smiling Beam Cel. Push thy fair suit and try thy generous Fortune Mirv. Then Madam I 've a Brother and a Brother Not born like me to curse his riffled Cradle A Brother that writes Man and would write Man In Characters of Blood A Youth that dares As much as Courage can or Honour ought And tho' his praise suits not my Mouth to give Fair Truth her due he wears a Sword he thinks Too brave to rust a Boy that wou'd lead Men And therefore begs by me your gracious Interest For a Commission for him Cel. If thy Brother Sweet Boy but fights with half the Grace thou suest He might lead Armys Well kind Advocate He shall have a Commission and a Noble one Mirv. Thus low my Kneeling Gratitude Cel. Rise Mirvin This Boy well manag'd aside Rise my pretty Suppliant Thou look'st and talk'st so winningly there 's nothing I can deny to that petitioning Face Mirv. My Face 'T is well I have a Face to beg a Ladys favour aside Cel. Well gentle Boy such early Wit as Thine Tells me thou know'st the World How dost thou like The pleasures of a Court Mirv. How shou'd I like What I want pow'r to taste Cel. Nay fye my Boy Thou wrongst my Innocent meaning Mirv. Then