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A53535
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Venice preserv'd, or, A plot discover'd a tragedy as it is acted at the Duke's Theatre / written by Thomas Otway.
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Otway, Thomas, 1652-1685.
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1682
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Wing O567; ESTC R9483
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〈◊〉 Pleasures from 'em Pierr Much good may 't do you Madam with your Senator Aquil. My Senator why can'st thou think that Wretch E're fill'd thy 〈◊〉 Arms with Pleasure 〈◊〉 Think'st thou because I sometimes give him leave To foyle himself at what 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 for Because I force my self to endure and suffer him Think'st thou I love him No by all the Joys Thou ever gav'st me his Presence is my Pennance The worst thing an old Man can be 's a Lover A meer 〈◊〉 Mori to poor woman I never lay by his decrepit side But all that night I ponder'd on my Grave Pierr Would he 〈◊〉 well sent 〈◊〉 Aquil. That'◠〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 For then my 〈◊〉 I. 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 with pleasure To play the Hypocrite Oh! how I could weep Over the dying Dotard and kiss him too In hopes to smother him quite then when the time Was come to pay my Sorrows at his Funeral For he has already made me Heir to Treasures Would make me out-acta real Widows whining How could I frame my face to fit my mourning With wringing hands attend him to his Grave Fall swooning on his 〈◊〉 Take mad possession Even of the Dismal Vault where he lay bury'd There like the Ephesian Matron dwell till Thou My lovely Soldier comest to my Deliverance Then throwing up my Veil with open Armes And laughing Eyes run to new dawning Joy Pierr No more I have Friends to meet me here to night And must be private As you prize my Friendship Keep up your Coxcomb Let him not pry nor listen Nor fisk about the House as I have seen him Like a tame mumping Squirrel with a bell on Currs will be abroad to bite him if you do Aquil. What Friends to meet may I not be of your Council◠Pierr How a Woman ask Questions out of Bed Go to your Senator ask him what passes Amongst his Brethren hee 'l hide nothing from you But pump not me for Politicks No more Give order that whoever in my name Comes here receive Admittance so good night Aquil. Must we ne're meet again Embrace no more Is Love so soon and ulterly forgotten Pierr As you hence-forward treat your Fool 〈◊〉 think on 't Aquil. Curst be all Fools and doubly curst my self The worst of Fools I die if he forsakes me And now to keep him Heav'n or Hell instruct me Exeunt SCENE The Ryalto Enter Jaffeir Jaff. I am here and thus the Shades of Night around me I look as if all Hell were in my Heart And I in Hell Nay surely 't is so with me For every step I tread methinks some 〈◊〉 Knocks at my Breast and bids it not be quiet I 've heard how desperate Wretches like my self Have wander'd out at this dead time of Night To meet the Foe of Mankind in his wall◠Sure I am so Curst that tho' of Heav'n forsaken No Minister of Darkness cares to Tempt me Hell Hell why sleepest thou Enter Pierre Pierr Sure I have stay'd too long The Clock has struck and I may lose my Proselyt◠Speak who goes there Jaff. A Dog that comes to howl At yonder Moon What 's he that asks the Question Pierr A Friend to Dogs for they are honest Creatures And ne're betray their Masters never Fawn On any that they love not Well met Friend Jaffeir Jaff. The same Oh Peirre Thou art come in season I was just going to Pray Pierr Ah that 's Mechanick Priests make a Trade on 't and yet starve by it too No Praying it spoils Business and time's 〈◊〉 Where 's Belvidera Jaff. For a Day or two I 've lodg'd her privately 'till I see farther What Fortune will do with me Prithee Friend If thou would'st have me fit to hear good Council Speak not of Beldivera Pierr Speak not of her Jaff. Oh no! Pierr Nor name her May be I wish her well Jaff. Who well Pierr Thy Wife thy lovely Belvidera I hope a man may wish his Friends Wife well And no harm done Jaff. Y' are merry Pierre Pierr I am 〈◊〉 Thou shalt smile too and Belvidera smile We 'll all rejoy◠here 's something to buy Pins Marriage is Chargeable Jaff. I but half wisht To see the Devil and he 's here already Well! What must this buy Rebellion Murder Treason Tell me which way I must be damn'd for this Pierr When last we parted we had no qualms like these But entertain'd each others thoughts like Men Whose Souls were well acquainted Is the World Reform'd since our last meeting What new miracles Have happen'd Has Priuli's heart relented Can he be honest Jaff. Kind Heav'n let heavy Curses Gall his old Age Cramps Aches rack his Bones And bitterest disquiet wring his Heart Oh let him live 'till Life become his burden Let him groan under 't long linger an Age In the worst Agonies and Pangs of Death And find its ease but late Pierr Nay could'st thou not As well my Friend have stretcht the Curse to all The Senate round as to one single Villain Jaff. But Curses stiek not Could I kill with Cursing By Heav'n I know not thirty Heads in Venice Should not be blasted Senators should not Like Dogs on Dunghills but their Wives and Daughters Dye of their own diseases Oh for a Curse To kill with Pierr Daggers Daggers are much better Jaff. Ha! Pierr Daggers Jaff. But where are they Pierr Oh a Thousand May be dispos'd in honest hands in Venice Jaff. Thou talk'st in Clouds Pierr But yet a Heart half wrong'd As thine has bin would find the meaning Jafferr Jaff. A thousand Daggers all in honest hands And have not I a Friend will stick one here Pier. Yes if I thought thou wert not to be cherisht To a nobler purpose l'd be that Friend But thou hast better Friends Friends whom thy Wrong Have made thy Friends Friends worthy to be call'd so I 'l trust thee with a secret There are Spirits This hour at work But as thou art a Man Whom I have pickt and chosen from the World Swear that thou wilt be true to what I utter And when I have told thee that which only Gods And Men like Gods are privy to then swear No Chance or Change shall wrest it from thy Bosom Jaff. When thou would'st bind me is there need of Oaths Green-sickness Girls lose Maiden-heads with such Counters For thou art so near my heart that thou may'st see Its bottom sound its strength and firmness to thee Is Coward Fool or Villian in my face If I seem none of these I dare believe Thou would'st not use me in a little Cause For I am fit for Honour's toughest task Nor ever yet found fooling was my Province And for a villainous inglorious enterprize I know thy heart so well I dare lay mine Before thee set it to what Point thou wilt Pierr Nay It 's a Cause thou wilt be fond of Jaffeir For it is founded on the noblest Basis Our Liberties our natural Inheritance There 's no Religion no