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A39812	Valentinian, a tragedy as 'tis alter'd by the Earl of Rochester, and acted at the Theatre-Royal : together with a preface concerning the author and his writings, by one of his friends.	Fletcher, John, 1579-1625.; Rochester, John Wilmot, Earl of, 1647-1680.; Behn, Aphra, 1640-1689.	1685 (1685)	Wing F1354; ESTC R5338	49,653	92

live here and study to be true Is all one as to be a Traitor Why should he dye Have they not Slaves and Rascals for their Offerings In full aboundance Bawds more than Beasts for slaughter Have they not singing Whores enough and Knaves besides And millions of such Martyrs to sink Charon But the best Sons of Rome must fall too I will shew him Since he must dye a way to do it truly And tho' he bears me hard yet shall he know I 'm born to make him bless me for a Blow Exit SCENE IV. Enter Phidius Aretus and AEcius Aret. The Treason is too certain fly my Lord. I heard that Villain Proculus instruct The desperate Pontius to dispatch you here Here in the Anti-Chamber Phid. Curst Wretches Yet you may escape to the Camp we 'l hazard with you Aret. Lose not your Life so basely Sir you are arm'd And many when they see your Sword and know why Must follow your Adventures AEcius Get ye from me Is not the Doom of Caesar on this Body Do I not bear my last hour here now sent me Am I not old AEcius ever dying You think this Tenderness and Love you bring me 'T is Treason and the strength of Disobedience And if ye tempt me further ye shall feel it I seek the Camp for safety when my Death Ten times more glorious then my Life and lasting Bids me be happy Let Fools fear to dye Or he that weds a Woman for his Honour Dreaming no other Life to come but Kisses AEcius is not now to learn to suffer If ye dare shew a just affection kill me I stay but those that must why do ye weep Am I so wretched as to deserve mens Pities Go give your Tears to those that lose their worths Bewail their miseries For me wear Garlands Drink Wine and much Sing Paeans to my Praise I am to triumph Friends and more than Caesar For Caesar fears to dye I love to dye Phid. O my dear Lord AEcius No more go go I say Shew me not signs of sorrow I deserve none Dare any man lament I should dye nobly When I am dead speak honourably of me That is preserve my Memory from dying There if you needs must weep your ruin'd Master A Tear or two will seem well This I charge you Because ye say ye yet love old AEcius See my poor Body burnt and some to sing About my Pile what I have done and suffer'd If Caesar kill not that too At your Banquets When I am gone if any chance to number The times that have been sad and dangerous Say how I fell and 't is sufficient No more I say he that laments my end By all the Gods dishonours me be gone And suddenly and wisely from my Dangers My Death is catching else Phid. We fear not dying AEcius Yet fear a wilful Death the just Gods hate it I need no Company to that that Children Dare do alone and Slaves are proud to purchase Live till your honesties as mine has done Make this corrupted Age sick of your Virtues Then dye a Sacrifice and then you 'l know The noble use of dying well and Romans Aret. And must we leave you Sir AEcius We must all dye All leave our selves it matters not where when Nor how so we dye well And can that man that does so Need Lamentation for him Children weep Because they have offended or for fear Women for want of Will and Anger is there In noble man that truly feels both Poyses Of Life and Death so much of this weakness To drown a glorious Death in Child and Woman I am asham'd to see you yet you move me And were it not my Manhood would accuse me For covetous to live I should weep with you Phid. O we shall never see you more AEcius T is true Nor I the Miseries that Rome shall suffer Which is a Benefit Life cannot reckon But what I have been which is just and faithful One that grew old for Rome when Rome forgot him And for he was an honest man durst dye Ye shall have daily with you could that dye too And I return no Traffick of my Travels No Annals of old AEcius but he lived My Friends ye had cause to weep and bitterly The common overflows of tender Women And Children new born Crying were too little To shew me then most wretched if Tears must be I should in justice weep 'em and for you You are to live and yet behold those Slaughters The dry and wither'd bones of Death would bleed at But sooner than I have time to think what must be I fear you 'l find what shall be If you love me Let that word serve for all Be gone and leave me I have some little practice with my Soul And then the sharpest Sword is welcomest Go Pray be gone Ye have obey'd me living Be not for shame now stubborn So I thank ye And fare you well A better Fortune guide ye Phid. What shall we do to save our best lov'd Master Aside Aret. I 'le to Affranius who with half a Legion Lies in the old Subbura all will rise For the brave AEcius Phid. I 'le to Maximus And lead him hither to prevent this Murther Or help in the Revenge which I 'le make sure of Exit Phidius and Aretus AEcius I hear 'em come who strikes first I stay for you Enter Balbus Chylax Lycinius Yet will I dye a Souldier my Sword drawn But against none Why do you fear Come forward Balb. You were a Souldier Chylax Chy. Yes I muster'd But never saw the Enemy Lycin. He 's arm'd By Heav'n I dare not do it AEcius Why do you tremble I am to dye Come ye not from Caesar To that end speak Balb. We do and we must kill you 'T is Caesars Will Chy. I charge you put your Sword up That we may do it handsomly AEcius Ha ha ha My Sword up handsomely where were you bred You are the merriest Murtherers my Masters I ever met withal Come forward Fools Why do you stare Upon my Honour Bawds I will not strike you Lycin. I 'le not be first Balb. Nor I. Chy. You had best dye quietly The Emperor Sees how you bear your self AEcius I would dye Rascals If you would kill me quietly Balb. Plague on Proculus He promis'd to bring a Captain hither That has been us'd to kill AEcius I 'le call the Guard Uuless you kill me quickly and proclaim What beastly base cowardly Companions The Emperor has trusted with his safety Nay I 'le give out you fell on my side Villains Strike home you bawdy Slaves Chy. He will kill us I markt his hand he waits but time to reach us Now do you offer AEcius If you do mangle me And kill me not at two blows or at three Or not so stagger me my Senses fail me Look to your selves Chy. I told ye AEcius Strike me manly And take a thousand stroaks Enter Pontius Balb. Here 's Pontius Licinius runs away Pont. Not

think for his Vices 'T is but as killing Drops from baleful Yew-trees That rot his harmless Neighbours if he can grieve As one that yet desires his free Conversion I 'le leave him Robes to mourn in my sad Ashes AEcius The Farewel then of happy Souls be with thee And to thy Memory be ever sung The Praises of a just and constant Woman This sad day whilst I live a Souldier's Tears I 'le offer on thy Monument Max. All that is chast upon thy Tomb shall flourish All living Epitaphs be thine Times Story And what is left behind to piece our Lives Shall be no more abus'd with Tales and Trifles AEcius But full of thee stand to Eternity Once more farewel Go find Elizium There where deserving Souls are crown'd with Blessings Max. There where no vicious Tyrants come Truth Honour Are keepers of that blest Place go thither Ex. Lucina AEcius Gods give thee Justice His Thoughts begin to work I fear him yet He ever was a worthy Roman but I know not what to think on 't He has suffer'd Beyond a man if he stand this Max. AEcius Am I alive or has a dead Sleep seiz'd me It was my Wife th' Emperor abus'd thus And I must say I am glad I had her for him Must I not AEcius AEcius I am stricken With such a stiff Amazement that no Answer Can readily come from me nor no Comfort Will you go home or go to my House Max. Neither I have no home and you are mad AEcius To keep me Company I am a Fellow My own Sword would forsake not tyed to me By Heav'n I dare do nothing AEcius You do better Max. I am made a branded Slave AEcius Yet I must bless the Maker Death on my Soul shall I endure this tamely Must Maximus be mention'd for his Wrongs I am a Child too what do I do railing I cannot mend my self 'T was Caesar did it And what am I to him AEcius 'T is well remember'd However you are tainted be not Traitor Max. O that thou wert not living and my Friend AEcius I 'le bear a wary Eye upon your Actions I fear you Maximus nor can I blame you If you break out for by the Gods your Wrong Deserves a general Ruine Do you love me Max. That 's all I have to live on AEcius Then go with me You shall not to your own House Max. Nor to any My Griefs are greater far than Walls can compass And yet I wonder how it happens with me I am not dang'rous and in my Conscience Should I now see the Emperor i' th' heat on 't I should scarce blame him for 't an awe runs thro' me I feel it sensibly that binds me to it 'T is at my Heart now there it sits and rules And methinks 't is a pleasure to obey it AEcius This is a Mask to cozen me I know you And how far you dare do No Roman farther Nor with more fearless valour and I 'le watch you Max. Is a Wifes loss More than the fading of a few fresh Colours AEcius No more Maximus To one that truly lives Max. Why then I care not I can live well enough AEcius For look you Friend for Vertue and those Trifles They may be bought they say AEcius He 's craz'd a little His grief has made him talk things from his nature Will you go any ways Max. I 'le tell thee Friend If my Wife for all this should be a Whore now ' Twou'd vex me For I am not angry yet The Emperor Is young and handsom and the Woman Flesh And may not these two couple without Scraching AEcius Alas my Maximus Max. Alas not me I am not wretched for there 's no man miserable But he that makes himself so AEcius Will you walk yet Max. Come come she dares not die Friend that 's the truth on 't She knows the enticing Sweets and Delicacies Of a young Princes Pleasure and I thank her She has made way for Maximus to rise Wilt not become me bravely AEcius Dearest Friend These wild words shew your violated mind Urg'd with the last extremity of grief Which since I cannot like a Man redress With tears I must lament it like a Child For when 't is Caesar does the injury Sorrow is all the Remedy I know Max. 'T is then a certain truth that I am wrong'd Wrong'd in that barb'rous manner I imagin'd Alas I was in hopes I had been mad And that these Horrors which invade my Heart Were but distracted melancholy Whimseys But they are real truths it seems and I The last of men and vilest of all Beings Bear me cold Earth who am too weak to move Beneath my load of Shame and Misery Wrong'd by my lawful Prince robb'd of my Love Branded with everlasting infamy Take pity Fate and give me leave to die Gods would you be ador'd for being good Or only fear'd for proving mischievous How would you have your Mercy understood Who could create a Wretch like Maximus Ordain'd tho' guiltless to be infamous Supream first Causes you whence all things flow Whose infiniteness does each little fill You who decree each seeming Chance below So great in Power were you as good in Will How could you ever have produc'd such ill Had your eternal minds been bent to good Could humane happiness have prov'd so lame Rapine Revenge Injustice thirst of Blood Grief Anguish Horror Want Despair and Shame Had never found a Being nor a Name 'T is therefore less impiety to say Evil with you has Coeternity Than blindly taking it the other way That merciful and of election free You did create the mischiefs you foresee Wretch that I am on Heav'n to exclame When this poor tributary Worm below More than my self in nothing but in name Who durst invade me with this fatal Blow I dare not crush in the revenge I owe. Not all his Power shall the wild Monster save Him and my shame I 'le tread into one Grave AEcius Does he but seem so Or is he mad indeed Now to reprove him Were council lost but something must be done With speed and care which may prevent that Fate Which threatens this unhappy Emperor Max. O Gods my Heart would it would fairly break Methinks I am somewhat wilder than I was And yet I thank the Gods I know my Duty Enter Claudia Claud. Forgive me my sad Tidings Sir She 's dead Max. Why so it should be He rises How Claud. When first she enter'd Into the House after a world of weeping And blushing like the Sunset Dare I said she defile my Husband's House Wherein his spotless Family has flourisht At this she fell Choakt with a thousand sighs And now the pleas'd expiring Saint Her dying Looks where new born Beauty shines Opprest with Blushes modestly declines While Death approacht with a Majestick Grace Proud to look lovely once in such a Face Her Arms spread to receive her welcome Guest With a glad sigh she drew into her Breast Her Eyes then languishing

kill him yet Is this the Love you bear the Emperor Nay then I see you are Traitors all have at ye Chy. Oh I am hurt Balb. And I am kill'd Exit Chylax and Balbus Pont. Dye Bawds As you have liv'd and flourisht AEcius Wretched Fellow What hast thou done Pont. Kill'd them that durst not kill And you are next AEcius Art thou not Pontius Pont. I am the same you cast AEcius And in the face of all the Camp disgrac'd AEcius Then so much nobler as thou art a Soldier Shall my death be Is it revenge provokt thee Or art thou hired to kill me Pont. Both. AEcius Then do it Pont. Is that all AEcius Yes Pont. Would you not live AEcius Why should I To thank thee for my Life Pont. Yes if I spare it AEcius Be not deceiv'd I was not made to thank For any Courtesie but killing me A fellow of thy Fortune Do thy Duty Pont. Do you not fear me AEcius No. Pont. Nor love me for it AEcius That 's as thou dost thy Business Pont. When you are dead your Place is mine AEcius AEcius Now I fear thee And not alone thee Pontius but the Empire Pont. Why I can govern Sir AEcius I would thou coul'dst And first thy self Thou canst fight well and bravely Thou can'st endure all Dangers Heats Colds Hungers Heav'ns angry Flashes are not suddener Then I have seen thee execute nor more mortal The winged feet-of flying Enemies I have stood and seen thee mow away like Rushes And still kill the Killer● were thy mind But half so sweet in Peace as rough in Dangers I dy'd to leave a happy Heir behind me Come strike and be a General Pont. Prepare then And for I see your honour cannot lessen And 't were a shame for me to strike a dead man Fight your short span out AEcius No. Thou know'st I must not I dare net give thee such advantage of me As Disobedience Pont. Dare you not defend you Against your Enemy AEcius Not sent from Caesar I have no power to make such Enemies For as I am condemn'd my naked Sword Stands but a Hatchment by me only held To shew I was a Souldier had not Caesar Chain'd all defence in this Doom Let him dye Old as I am and quench'd with Scars and Sorrows Yet would I make this wither'd Arm do wonders And open in an Enemy such wounds Mercy would weep to look on Pont. Then have at you And look upon me and be sure you fear not Remember who you are and why you live And what I have been to you Cry not hold Nor think it base injustice I should kill thee AEcius I am prepar'd for all Pont. For now AEcius Thou shalt behold and find I was no Traitor Pontius kills himself And as I do it bless me Dye as I do AEcius Thou hast deceiv'd me Pontius and I thank thee By all my Hopes in Heav'n thou art a Roman Pont. To shew you what you ought to do this is not But noble Sir you have been jealous of me And held me in the Rank of dangerous persons And I must dying say it was but justice You cast me from my Credit Yet believe me For there is nothing now but truth to save me And your forgiveness tho' you hold me heinous And of a troubled Spirit that like fire Turns all to flames it meets with You mistook me If I were Foe to any thing 't was ease Want of the Souldiers due The Enemy The nakedness we found at home and scorn Children of Peace and pleasures no regard Nor comfort for our Scars nor how we got 'em To rusty time that eats our Bodies up And even began to prey upon our hours To Wants at home and more than Wants Abuses To them that when the Enemy invaded Made us their Saints but now the Sores of Rome To silken Flattery and Pride plain'd over Forgetting with what Wind their Fathers sail'd And under whose protection their soft pleasures Grow full and numberless To this I am Foe Not to the State or any point of Duty And let me speak but what a Souldier may Truly I ought to be so yet I err'd Because a far more noble Sufferer Shew'd me the way to Patience and I lost it This is the end I dye for to live basely And not the follower of him that bred me In full account and Virtue Pontius dares not Much less to out-live all that is good and flatter AEcius I want a Name to give thy Virtue Souldier For only good is far below thee Pontius The Gods shall find thee one Thou hast fashion'd Death In such an excellent and beauteous manner I wonder men can live Canst thou speak one word more For thy words are such Harmony a Soul Would chuse to fly to Heav'n in Pont. A farewell Good noble General your hand Forgive me And think whatever was displeasing to you Was none of mine you cannot live AEcius I will not Yet one word more Pont. Dye nobly Rome farewel And Valentinian fall In joy you have given me a quiet Death I would strike more Wounds if I had more Breath Dies AEcius Is there an hour of goodness beyond this Or any man that would outlive such Dying Would Caesar double all my Honours on me And stick me o're with Favours like a Mistress Yet would I grow to this man I have Lov'd But never doated on a Face till now Oh Death Thou art more than Beauty and thy Pleasures Beyond Posterity Come Friends and kill me Caesar be kind and send a thousand Swords The more the greater is my fall why stay you Come and I 'le kiss your Weapons fear me not By all the Gods I 'le honour ye for killing Appear or through the Court and World I 'le search ye I 'le follow ye and ere I die proclaim ye The Weeds of Italy the dross of Nature Where are ye Villains Traitors Slaves Exit SCENE V. Valentinian and the Eunuch discover'd on a Couch Emp. Oh let me press these balmy Lips all day And bathe my Love-scorch'd Soul in thy moist Kisses Now by my Joys thou art all sweet and soft And thou shalt be the Altar of my Love Upon thy Beauties hourly will I offer And pour out Pleasure and blest Sacrifice To the dear memory of my Lucina No God nor Goddess ever was ador'd With such Religion as my Love shall be For in these charming Raptures of my Soul Claspt in thy Arms I 'le waste my self away And rob the ruin'd World of their great Lord While to the Honour of Lucina's Name I leave Mankind to mourn the loss for ever A SONG 1. KIndness hath resistless Charms All besides can weakly move Fiercest Anger it disarms And clips the wings of flying Love 2. Beauty does the heart invade Kindness only can perswade It guilds the Lovers servile-chain And makes the Slave grow pleas'd and vain Enter AEcius with two Swords Emp. Ha! What desperate Mad-man weary of his Being Presumes to press upon my