and whâ—…te forms we 'l with a radiant light Their Breasts incircle till their Passions be Gentle as Nature in its Infancy Till soften'd by our Charms their Furies cease And their Revenge dissolves into a Peace Thus by our Death appeas'd their Quarrel ends Whom Living we made Foes Dead we 'l make Friends Muly L. Oh generous Princess whose couragious Breath Can set such glorious Characters on Death The antient World did but too modest prove In giving a Divinity to Love Love the great Pow'r o th' higher World controuls Heaven but creates but Love reâ—…ines our Souls Enter to them Q. Mother weeping Q. Moth. Oh Son your Royal Father Muly L. Hold your Tears Confound my hopes O my presaging fears Has he it cannot be has he decreed Morena must not no she shall not bleed The Skies would blush when that bold deed were done And look more red than at a setting Sun Q Moth. 'T is not Morena who is doom'd to dy Muly L. Has he decreed I shall her place supply If so thanks my kind Father thou hast done The only deed that could oblige a Son If I to save your Life resign my own to Morena I shall more glorious shine than on his Throne Q. Moth. That object which your Mothers tears procures Is your great Fathers sudden fate not yours Muly L. My Father ha Q. Moth. is dead Just as he sate Pronouncing yours and your Morena's fate A sudden Check his hasty Breath controul'd He startled trembled and his Eye balls rould His wandring fears his unshap'd thoughts supply'd With horrours then Muly Labas he cry'd Forgive what my mistaken Rage has done In peace possess thy Mistress and my Throne Then with his dying Breath his Soul retir'd And in a sullen sigh his Life expir'd Muly L. The Emperour dead and with his dying Breath Did he Morena to his Son bequeath He in this Gift a Father has out-don And robs me of the Duty of a Son For those just Tears which Nature ought t' imploy To pay my last Debt to his Memory The Crowning of my Passâ—…on disallows Grief slightly sits on happy Lovers Brows Enter Crimalhaz and Hametalhaz with Attendants A Shout within All Long live Muly Labas Emperour of Morocco Crim. Welcome brave Prince to your great Fathers Crown Advancing from a Prison to a Throne The City does in one full shout concur And in one voice proclaim you Emperour Yet Sir your Freedom must not reach so far But this fair Princess Chains you still must wear The Sun Great Sir must in one circuit view Your Coronation and your Nuptials too Muly L. Enjoy a Throne and my Morena wedd A Joy too great were not my Father dead The Force of one the others Pow'r controuls Heav'n fits our swelling Passions to our Souls When some great Fortune to mankind's convey'd Such Blessings are by Providence allay'd Thus Nature to the World a Sun creates But with cold Winds his pointed Rays rebates Exit Muly L. leading Morena Q Moth. Besotted in thy Love and Empires Charms Sleep and grow dull in your Morena's Arms. 'T was not for this I rais'd thee to a Crown Poison'd the Father to enthrone the Son Hadst thou been ripe for Death we had decreed Thou shouldst him in his Fate not Throne succeed Thy early growth we in thy Chains had crusht And mix'd thy Ashes with thy Fathers Dust. But live fond Boy to manage our Design We first must thy Great General undermine They who by Policy a Crown pursue Snatch at one Grasp the Sword and Scepter too Then wee 'l with ease depose an Armless King Men sport with Serpents when they 've lost their Sting When our Designs to the full height succeed I 'le place the Crown Imperial on your Head to Crimalhaz Sir of your Progress a Relation make How died the King how did the Poison take Crim. With safety I accomplish'd your desire For Hell and Night did in the deed conspire As if He by some secret instinct knew The fatal Potion had been sent by you Up from his Seat he rose and sighing cried O unkind Laula and then groan'd and died His Death so much of horrour did present I curs'd my Hand for being the Instrument A strange unusual trembling shook my Heart As that Magâ—…cian whose infernal art Raising a Vision is with Terrour seiz'd At th'Apparition his own Charms have rais'd Have you consider'd Madam what you 've done Q. M. Poison'd my Husband Sir and if there need Examples to instruct you in the deed I 'll make my Actions plainer understood Coppying his Death on all the Royal Blood Crim. The Falls of Kings are heavy and on You Q. M. Hold Sir sure you have drunk the Poison too That thus your Blood grows cold and your faint Breast Is with such dull and stupid Fears possest A States-mans Breast should scorn to feel remorse Murder and Treason are but things of course Crim. I am a Convert Madam for kind Heaven Has to mankind immortal Spirits given And Courage is their Life but when that sinks And to tame Fears and Coward-faintness shrinks We the great Work of that bright Frame destroy And shew the World that even our Souls can dy By your Example I 'll great Deeds pursue My Thoughts sha'nt start at what my Hand dares do Hamet Madam as Agents in this great Design Zibdy Morat and Abdrahamon joyn They the Kings Ears will with such Whispers fill As shall the Poyson Jealousie instill And by such subtilty his Breast infect Till he his Generals Loyalty suspect Crim. Then to promote Suspition we 'l proclaim His Generals high Courage Pow'r and Fame His Armies Love and his great Spirit praise And to that pitch his heighten'd Virtues raise That their Perfection shall appear their Crime As Giants by their Height do Monsters seem Q. M. Brave Crimalhaz thy Breast and mine agree Now thou art woâ—…thy of a Crown and Mee And by such Arts I 'll my Sons Breast invade Till his fond Duty has his Life betray'd Till by my means we have his Army gain'd And have remov'd the Sword into your Hand And then we publâ—…kly and safely may Our bloody Ensigns to the World display His Pow'r once gone we 'l act his Death in state And dash his Blood against his Palace Gate Great Deeds should in the open day be don As Sacrifices offer'd to the Sun Crim. But till these mighty Actions ripen'd are We must the borrow'd Looks of Friendship wear Q. M. To flatt'ring light'ning our feign Smiles conform Which back'd with Thunder do but guild a Storm Exeunt Finis Actus primi Act the Second Scene the First The Scene opened is represented the Prospect of a large River with a glorious Fleet of Ships supposed to be the Navy of Muly Hamet after the Sound of Trumpets and the Discharging of Guns Enter King Young Queen Hametalhaz and Attendants Hamet GReat Sir Your Royal Fathers General Prince Muly Hamet's Fleet does homewards sail And in a solemn and
Who e're has seen us knows I am a Queen That powerful Word his Silence does demand 'T is Blasphemy to name nay understand What Princes act Crim. Ho! Achmat Achmat Enter Achmat. What bold Man has been Admitted to th' Apartment of the Queen Ach. Prince Muly Hamet Q. Moth Ha! by whose Command Achm. The Royal Signet from the Kings own hand Gave him Admittance Q. Moth. But rude Slave how durst You violate what I commanded first Know Traytor I am Mother to a King His Pow'r subordinate from Me does spring My Orders therefore should unquestion'd stand Who gave him Breath by which he does Command What my Commands have mist this shall make good Princes are by their Deeds best understood Stabs the Eunuch who falls and dies Crim. Fall and in Death all hopes of Mercy lose Who durst the Secrets of your Queen disclose Closets of Princes should be held Divine As a Saints presence Consecrates his Shrine And Princes Pleasures should Alliance hold With their great Pow'r be free and uncontrou'ld Q. Moth. Is it not pity now That Grave Religion and dull sober Law Should the high flights of Sportive Lovers aw Whilst for the loss of what 's not worth a Name The slight excâ—…rsions of a wanton flame You must your Ruine meet and I my Shame And yet we must not at our Dooms repine Because Law and Religion are Divine Yes they 're Divine for they 're so over-good I 'm sure they ne're were made by Flesh and Blood But since 't is past what does your Courage think You will not shake at what I scorn to shrink Crim. No though I lose that Head which I before Desig'nd should the Morocco-Crown have wore Yet what 's the fear of Tortures Death Hell Death Like a faint Lust can only stop the Breath Tortures weak Engines that can run us down Or skrew us up till we are out of tune And Hell a feeble puny cramp of Souls Such infant Pains may serve to frighten Fools Fates if I 'm doom'd your Mark â—…'le stand you fair Nor will I for your Favours lose a Pray'r Q. M. A pray'r Devotion and a States-man No The Pow's above are titular below Stars are all Eye and when great Deeds are done All their faint Lights are but bare Lookers on Now thou art brave none but a Heart above The shock of Fortune could deserve my Love But fear no danger to our aid I 'le call My Arts and Fiends in Hell to stop our Fall To this I 'le for our safety take recourse Through your right Hand this fatal Dagger force Then leave the Conduct of the Deed to me Fate dares no less than my Protector be Here Crimalhaz stabbs himself in his right Arm which immediately appears bloody Crim. 'T is don Throws away the Dagger Enter to them the King and Muly Hamet King May Heav'n forgive my Eies that they have seen This Object in a Mother and a Queen Q. M. Oh Son be deaf to what will wound your Ear Let this black Day be cancell'd from the Year But if your Justice must his Faults pursue Impose on Me what to his Guilt is due Muly H. See how she treats her Shame Madam I wish Your Virtues greater or your Birth were less King Since you have sullied thus our Royal Blood The Grounds and Rise of this past Crime relate to Crimalhaz That having your Offences understood We what we cann't recall may expiate Crim. Sir 'T was my fate Q. M. Hold Sir the Story does to me belong A Womans Frailty from a Womans Tongue Whilst pensively I in my Closet sate My Eyes pay'd Tribute to my Husbands Fate And while those Thoughts my sinking Spirits seis'd His Entrance my dejected Courage rais'd Pointing to Muly Hamet The sudden Object did new Thoughts produce My Griefs suspended lent my Tears a Truce For then I otherwise employ'd my Eies Whilst in His Aspect I read Victories points to Muly Hamet But Muly Hamet then your cruel Breast Muly H. Speak Q. M. Let my Tears and Blushes speak the rest Muly H. What does she mean My lab'ring Thoughts dispatch Q. M. Your Soul and Person Nature did ill match Such savage Passions and unruly Heat Lodg'd in Your Breast hold a too glorious Seat Muly H. This mystick Language does my Sence confound Q. Moth. Oh Sir King This riddling History expound Q. M. Well Sir since you will force my Tongue I must Be to my Honour and my Virtue just Having a while upon each other gaz'd He at my Silence I his Eyes amaz'd Then Muly Hamet then King What did he do Q. M. Attempt to ravish me His alter'd Brow Wore such fierce Looks as had more proper been To lead an Army with than Court a Queen And as a Ravisher I abhorr'd him more In that black form than I admir'd before But whilst my Virtue a Resistance made My Shrieks and Cries brought Achmat to my aid Whilst th' Eunuch stood amaz'd his Sword he snatc'd And at one Stroke his wond'ring Soul dispatch'd Muly H. Oh Horrour Q. M. Then led by some happy Chance Kind Crimalhaz did to my Aid advance Crim. But being by my sudden Entrance crost And all the Hopes of his stoln Pleasures lost My sight did to his sparkling Eies inspire Such Rage as if his Lust had lent em Fire Though Justice in Her Cause did guide my Hand No Sword could his Victorious Arm withstand And when his Weapon through my Hand run Fearing th' Event of what his Rage had done He bore away my Sword a poor Pretence To turn his Crime upon my Innocence Muly H. False and perfidious Traytour to Crimalhaz Sir to your Royal Favours add one more to the King And I 'le quit all that I receiv'd before To this Adulterer your Leave afford To vindicate his Treason by his Sword That Justice by my Hand may give him Death And stifle with his Blood his peâ—…jur'd Breath King Hold Sir if you this rash attempt pursue You 'l make me think that what he says is true This subtile mystery confounds me more Than the past horrour of the Deed before Crim. Alas Sir He who has so savage been To dare abuse the Honour of a Queen Esteeming all less Crimes but sportive things Could not want Words t' abuse the Ears of Kings Muly H. Bold Villain King Hold your Passions Rage command You in an injur'd Monarchs presence stand Muly H. Can the Eternal Pow'rs such Treachery Permit You the great Rulers of the Sky Sitting thus patient at so tame a rate In Heav'ns soft ease are grown effeminate If such loud Crimes your armless Pow'r out-face Your pointless Vengeance will your Heav'n disgrace Q. M. Had you my Breast by Honour sought to win Yet Love t' a pious Mother and a Mourning Queen Had sounded harsh But grant that Time and Love Could from my Bosom my dead Lord remove I to your Passion might so just have been To 've met your Love but not i th' shape of Sin Muly H.
Madam You may say any thing Your Sex And Birth the vent of my just Passion checks Sir do but hear To the King Crim. You may vouchsafe to hear What You may read more plainly here and there Points to the dead Eunuch and his wounded Arm. King I in this Parley too much time bestow Hearing the Cause I make the Vengeance slow Guards Yet I 'le hear him Muly H. My single Word a vain Defence will make Where so much Witness and a Mother speak But yet Heav'n sees my Innocence and know That I am proud this Shame to undergo Believe me her intended Ravisher Appearing so I take the Guilt from Her Their false Impeachments do this comfort bring That I may wear that Cloud would shade a King King His kind soft Words do but confirm th' Offence Men are nere losers for their Breaths expence But still speak kindest when their Falls are near Not out of Generosity but Fear It is enough She witness'd his Offence Her Virtue scorns to accuse Innocence And since her Blood does run within my Veins By ' instinct I know she all that 's base disdains But if I want more Proofs to make it out His Murder and his Wound removes the doubt Muly Hamet for this Guilt our Prophets Breath Has in his sacred Laws pronounc'd your Death Q. M. His Death Surprized But hold The King will then my Cheat descry I wish His Death who tamely see him dye aside O cruel Sir that killing Breath recall to the King Our holy Prophet dares not see him fall I 'm sure had he My Eyes Heav'n cannot see Such Courage bear so harsh a Destinie The Pow'rs above would shrink at what he felt His Death to Tears their Chrystal Orb would melt But If You must act what Mercy can't prevent Inflict inflict some milder Punishment King His Deeds and Service in Morocco's Cause May mitigate the rigour of our Laws His Army then I to your charge commend Her Honours Guardian and our Loyal Friend to Crimalhaz Here bind the Traytor and convey him strait to the Guards To Prison there to linger out his Fate Till his hard Lodging and his slender Food Allay the Fury of his Lustful Blood Guards bind Muly Ham. Q. M. Think what Impression on my Breast 't will make To â—…ee his Hands wear Fetters for my sake In whisper between Muly Hamet and Queen Mother Muly H. Madam be serious tell me how so foul A Treason gain'd admission to your Soul Q M. My Soul Dull Man what has my Soul to do In such mean Acts as my betraying You Murder and Treason Without the help of Souls when I think good Such toys I act as I 'm but Flesh and Blood Mu. H. Let not too high your Scorn of Justice swell Know Madam on such Crimes there waits a Hell Q. M. Hell No of that I scorn to be afraid I 'le â—…end such throngs to the infernal shade Betray and kill and damn to that degree I le crowd up Hell till there 's no Room for Me. King Here to the Tower that guarded Pris'ner send His saâ—…ther Doom from my Commands attend Muly H. I for my former state My Homage to your Royal Father paid And Monarchs may destroy what Monarchs made For Subjects Glories are but borrow'd things Rais'd by the favourable Smiles of Kings And at their Authors Pleasures should retire And when their Breath renounces 'em expire Should I the Sentence of my Sovereign blame I should be guâ—…tier than They say I am But though your Frowns declare my Fetâ—…ers just Look to what dang'rous Hand your Pow'r you trust Monarchs do nothing ill unless when they By their own Acts of Grace their Lives betray When Favours they too gen'rously afford And in a Treacherous Hand misplace their Sword Their Bounties in their Ruine are employ'd Kings only by their Vertues are destroy'd King Your Counsels weakly do my Ears attract You ill â—…each Virtue which you cannot act Live then till time this â—…ense of Horrour brings What 't is to ravish Queens and injure Kings Exeunt King and Muly Hamet severally Muly Hamet led out by the Guards Q. M. You see the Fates do their Allegiance know And to my pow'rful Breath their Conduct ow. 'T is pity Monarâ—…hs are so scarce Such gen'rous â—…asie kind good natured things That one feign'd Tear can rule the Faith of Kings Crim. So bravely Madam your Design succeeds As if the Fates were Vassals to your Deeds That Politician who to Empire climbs With Virtues Dress should beautifie his Crimes Our guilded Treason thus like Coral seems Which appears Black within its native Streams But when Disclos'd it sees the open Air It changes Colour and looks Fresh and Fair. Exeunt Scene the second the Scene a Prison The Scene opens Muly Hamet appears bound Muly H. Disrob'd of all at once what turns more strange Can Ages if an Hour can make such Change Enter to him Mariamne with one Attendant from whom she takes a Sword and exit Attendant Kind Mariamne Mar. Yes False Man the same Till your bold Lust had forfeited that Name The Daughters easie Breast would ill confer A Kindness on her Mothers Ravisher Muly H. Can Mariamne think me guilty too More than my Chains have done your Frowns will do Mariamne's Eyes out-vie her Brothers Pow'r I ne're was miserable till this hour Mar. Ungrateful is your Soul so much defaced Have I so ill a too fond Heart misplaced My Rival Mother does my Right remove And in affront to my rejected Love Your Scorn to Me you in her Shame make good Forcing her Virtue to prophane my Blood But perjur'd Man though you deserve so â—…ll Yet you shall find me Mariamne still To my past Favours I will add one more Thus I your Freedom and your Sword restore Unbinds him and gives him the Sword Live and in safety go and fly that Fate Which does th' unhappy Muly Hamet wait Muly H. My Sword and Liberty restor'd by You To one ungrateful false and perjur'd too Ah Madam if your Mercy can confer Such Bounty on a condemn'd Ravisher What nobler Favours would your Smiles dispence If Mariamne knew my Innocence Mar. Sir you mistake my Favours I have lent Your Freedom only as your Banishment That being releas'd you might Morocco fly Remov'd at once both from my Heart and Eye For should he stay Something like Pity in his cause would plead Till my faint Anger were in Triumph led aside Some Rebel Thought my ill-fenc'd Heart would win And treacherously once more let him in Go Ravisher take your offer'd Liberty And to some barb'rous unknown Desart fly Where Men have nought but Shape that 's humane there Where Virtue looks more ill than Monsters here Converse with wild and lustful Savages Live and inhabit any Seat but This. Points to her Breast Muly H. Divine but cruel Princess to whom Heav'n Has all its Titles but its Knowledg giv'n Else like their Pow'rs you could not want a Sence Of Muly
Traytors Executioner Good Gentle Kind give me the Dagger back For mine for His For Heav'n and Justice sake Cannot my Tears and Prayers your heart o'recome If my Request appear too burdensome Grant but this one that pointed Steel restore And I 'le not live to ask you any more Q. M. Oh cruel Queen What has your fury done That made You lose a Husband me a Son This Realm a King the World a Virtue grown Too fit for Heav'n but not to go so soon Y. Q. Mother it does a much less wonder seem That I 've kil'd him than that you blame the Crime Was it not You that arm'd me to this guilt Told me I should a Ravishers blood have split No 't was by your design my Husband fell You in this Masque have over-acted Hell Q. M. Alas she Raves See how her rage begins But madness always ushers in great Sins This is no News to that which she has don She was distracted ere the Masque begun Alone I saw her in a posture set As if she thought of something High and Great Strai't with a more than common rage inflam'd She mov'd star'd walk'd storm'd rag'd curst rav'd damn'd With a distorted look she tore her hair Unsheath'd her Dagger and gave Wounds to th' Air Her face discolour'd grew to a deep red As if her looks presag'd that blood she shed Then with an infant Rage more soft and mild She plaâ—…d with madness leap'd sung danc'd and smil'd Why did not Heav'n this Mystery unfold Her frantick Rage his Death too plain foretold Had I foreknown you did this blow design To strike his Heâ—…t you should have peirc'd through mine Y. Q. Think you there is a God or have a Soul That on my score dare such false crimes enroule I' st not enough that my dear Lord I flew But must be Actor and Designer too No barb'rous stepmother 't was you alone Guided that hand that kil'd your King and Son Q. M. Observe how idly her wild fancies walk But she who acts so ill as ill may talk who 'd think a thing so young so soft and Fair Could be so kind a Husbands Murderer But see when Heaven commands its gifts away The Wits and Sences lost the Soul may stray Y. Q. Oh perjur'd Woman how can you invent This feign'd disguise to appear innocent Q. M. 'T is pity Fate such Beauty should misplace So stain'd a Heart and yet so fair a Face Y. Q. Impostor speak if Conscience have a Seat In Traytors breasts was it not You whose Cheat And Cunning did my fatal hand engage At once t' a Murder and a Sacriledge To kill my King and rob mankind of more Vertue than ere dwelt in one Brest before Q. M. Divert thy Frenzy Child some other way Oh my dear Daughter try if you can Pray Y. Q. How she disowns that blood which she has spilt Treason with her is but a modest guilt Q. M. Our presence will but raise her Passion higher T' allay her frantick Rage let us retire But of your Queen see that strict care you keep Wait her to her repose try if shee 'd Sleep Sleeping some Angel may be kind And in a Dream t' her thoughts her guilt present That when this fit is o're she may Repent Here the Attendants carry off the King over whom the Young Queen Weeps Y. Q. Heav'ns since from You the power of Monarchs springs Sure you were bound t' have had more care of Kings Exeunt all but Q. Mother Crimalhaz and Hametalhaz Q. M. Now in her Death we must some way invent That of his blood we may seem Innocent First let her Face with some deep poys'nous Paint Discolour'd to a horrid black be stain'd Then say 't was as a mark of Vengeance given That she was blasted by the hand of Heaven And as a publick Spectacle expos'd Let her be in a burning pile inclos'd And whil'st the clouded Air reeks with the smoke Hire a magician by his art t' invoke A Train of Devils who in dreadful forms Waited by Earthquakes Thunder Winds and Storms Shall rove i' th' Air and with loud ecchoes houle As if they watcht to seize her flying Soul Thus will men think 't was only she that fram'd This Treason and that for the deed she 's Damn'd Crim. Bring back the Queen E're I see Justice don I with Morena will converse alone Enter Guards leading in the Young Queen Great Empress stay and hear my Story too How much I for an injur'd Queen dare do Discourses in whisper with the Queen Ham. The Emp'rours acting of the Masquers part His Murder and the management your Art And her feigned madness to our wish succeed Q. M. And more than this to have secur'd the Deed Had not Her hand struck home to back her Crime The Surgeons I had brib'd to poyson him 'T is not the blood of Sons nor Monarchs shakes Those resolutions which my Courage takes O're Fear and Vertue too I have this odds My Wâ—…ll's my King my Pleasures are my Gods Exâ—…nt Q. M. Ham. Manent Crimalhaz Y. Queen Crim. Sâ—…nce I 'm a Monarchs Heir may I not own An equal Title in his Love as Throne If you 'l accept so mean an Offering You shall not want a Lover nor a King My kindness shall supply Y. Q. Hold Do you mean This oâ—…er'd service to an injur'd Queen How Sir is my dead King so far remov'd That I am past remembrance that I lov'd Admit new Courtships and with the same Eye Behold a murder'd Soveraigns Ghost stand by I thought your profer'd kindness had been this T o've sentenced me to mix my blood with his T o've told me I should Die and dying have The Happiness of sleeping in His Grave Crim. Death is guilts due Yours is a gentler Doom You may enjoy my Throne but not his Tomb. I know your Innocence and Vertue You This fatal Deed from some false Copy drew And I begin to think your Mothers Heart Has Poyson in 't what-ere her looks impart But to revenge a Murder'd King I 'le â—…ound This Treason till the utmost Depth be found And to such pains the Authors I 'le condemne That to the World I 'le your lost Fame redeem Y. Q. A Kings Revenge so brave an act will be That you 'l at once Oblige both Heaven and Me. And his blest Spirit in the Skyes must owe A Debt which he has left unpaid below Crim. That trifling score one smile from you will quit And sure you are so kind to pay his Debt Y. Q. My Thanks are granted e're your Suite is heard Crim. I must have more than Thanks for a reward Y. Q. The Glory of the deed requites the pains Crim. But Glory only in your Favour Reigns Y. Q. That Breath I cannot must not understand Crim. Love needs but little art to be explain'd Y. Q. Love stop that barbrous Breath In a new Love I stab his Image and profane his Dust. Crim. But not to love
your Champion is unjust Y. Q. Your Service I accept your Love take back Crim. None hate the giver who the present take Why can't your Heart Y. Q. Why can't your Arm revenge A King without my Heart paid in exchange Know though you basely trade with Loyalty My Love my Kings revenge does over-buy Go Mercenary man I will resigne His Vengeance to the hand of Heaven not thine Crim. Let such harsh words be by tame Lovers borne My Passion is too rough to bear your scorn Y. Q. And must my Heart at such a price be sold Thy Seat Usurpt before thy Blood is cold This was thy Right and though thy Death I gave Who lov'd the Martyr will the Reliques save My Heart by none but thee was ever won I 'le guard the Trophy though the Conqu'rour's gon Aside But stay This Grant is to revenge thy Blood And on that score no Offering's too good I should scorn Love Life Honour Empires all To strike their Heads whose Treason wrought thy fall Can you on no less terms my King revenge Crim. No second Thoughts my Resolution change Since all I act is only for your sake Love must accept those offers Love does make Y. Q. Well Sr my Heart is won Your Seige remove I condeâ—…cend to any thing but Love Retreating from him Resign that Heart that 's His Heav'ns shall I live to act so great a Sin To right a Monarch must I damn a Queen Be gon I hate thee now worse than before Descend to thee No I that Thought abhorre And though his Blood does loud for Vengeance call I know â—…ee'd scorn his Queen so low should fall Though I have lost a King I 'm not so poor The Temple raz'd the Ruines I 'le adore Crim. My Love 's too fierce long Seiges to attend You 've lost â—… Servant and your King a Friend offers to go Y. Q. Stay No be gon I scorn thee Yet Sir stay Hopes of Revenge so much my passions sway That what would I not do for Justice sake Where the assault's so strong here Conqu'rour take Gives her hand Crim. Oh my best hopes Kisses her Hand Y. Q. My friendship give my Love My Love my Soveraigns Right I rate above The Ransome of a world and if thy hand Does not perform what his loud wrongs demand Thou art his Murderer Crim. But when you see that murderer wear his Crown You shall too late repent your haughty Frown Offers to go Y. Q. Hold ere the pleasures of Revenge I 'le want Invader here what e're you ask I 'le grant Crim. Oh Charming Excellence Y. Q. But Sir Loving too soon I shall convince the Faith Of Men that I design'd my husbands Death Crim. 'T is true some marks of sorrow should be worn To please the World I le give you time to mourn Y. Q. When you 've appeas'd his Ghost and th' angry Pow'rs Above and to his sacred Memory My last debt 's paid all that I am is yours Crim. My Vow 's the same First to Revenge I 'le fly With Traytours Blood I 'le entertain your Eye E're you 're my Queen and wear a second Crown I 'le build a Scaffold first and then a Throne Exit Y. Q. I 've found the way Oh my dear Lord though now Death does embrace what to my Arms is due I 'le keep My Vow to Him and Love to Thee Entire No second King shall to this Throne aspire Points to her Breast To Thee my last Debts payment shall be this I 'le die and dead all that I am is His. In thy Revenge when I 've Triumphant stood On Traytors necks amid'st a Scene of Blood Morena's hand shall wash the stain She wears As Condemn'd men turn Executioners To expiate thy blood I 'le let out mine And triumph in my fall who mourn for thine Then with a gentle gale of dying sighs I 'le breath my flying Soul into the Skies Wing'd by my Love I will my passage steer Nor can I miss my way when You shine there Exit The Fifth Act. Enter Crimalhaz attended as King Crim. THough on the Blood of Kings my Throne I 've built The World my Glory sees but not my Guilt Mysterious Majesty best fits a Throne They Vertuous seem whose Vices are unknown Men have ador'd and have made Offerings To unknown Gods why not to unknown Kings Enter Ham. Ham. Your Guards are set your forces on the Walls And in the Streets are rank'd in fighting forms Expecting when the martial Summon calls And Taffaletta this proud City storms For our last Scouts which newly are come in Tell us th' assault will in few hours begin Crim. I thank him â—…or this War he has begun The number of my Foes enhance my Crown It does a worth on Kings as Beauties set To have our Rivals numerous and Great But is th' imprison'd Princess whom your Sword Ravisht from Muly Hamets hand secur'd From the Worlds knowledg Ham. Royal Sir I have The pride to be her Jaylor and her Slave Aside Crim. Muly Hamet and Mariamne are the last Of the Imperial Race that have not past To th' other World to make me room in this But though your hand did of his murder miss Howe're his exile has restrain'd his Pow'r And her I have conceal'd within the Tow'r But should she be discover'd and I found Her Jaylor her restraint would horrid sound I am not safe then till I see her Dead You therefore shall present me with her Head Aside Ham. Mariamnes Head presented by my Hand I 'de first strike his that gives me that Command For since that Beauteous Prisoner was my charge Her charming Image did my Soul enlarge At the approach of so Divine a Guest I 've shook my late familiars from my Breast The thoughts of Mischeifs Villany and Blood By her fair Eyes inspir'd I dare be good Exit Enter Queen Mother Q. M. Though your Deâ—…igns have met so great Success Doe not forget I was your Patroness And she to whom you made this solemn Vow to Crim. That I should share that Throne I rais'd you to Crim. The highest Seat in all but Monarchs Breasts Should be by th'high'st of Passions Love Possest But Kings in so sublime a Region Move They have Concerns that must take place of Love My Subjects call for Veng'ance and I must To the dead King before my Love be Just. Then give me leave to prosecute his Death First wear the Cypress then the Myrtle Wreath Q. M. Bring in the Queen If She delay our Love Let out her Blood and those weak Bars Remove Enter Guards bringing in the Young Queen Muly Labas his Queen and Murderer To Expiate his Death you are Summon'd here To prove how much the World by you has lost And what Atonement's due t' a Monarch's Ghost Y. Q. Yes Madam when great Princes Die I 'de have Their Majesty kept up beyond the Grave Such streams of Blood should for their Murders pay Their Ghosts should have a Train as great
as they Q. M. See Sir she begs her Death as a Reward Use Charity do not her Bliss retard to Crimal aside Crim. In Common Murders Blood for Blood may pay But when a Martyr'd Monarch dies we may His Murderers Condemn But that 's not all A Vengeance hangs o're Nations where they Fall Q. M. No Tedious Introductions to her Death Good Sir make haste more business and less Breath Crim. Who wears his Crown can best defend his Cause I 'le on his Murderer Execute such Laws The Rigour of my Justice shall declare How high I rate that Majesty I weare Q. M. No Prologues to her Death let it be done I could have kil'd ten Queens while you are judge One. Crim. Therefore to prosecute his Death Q. M. Speak Home Crim. I on his Murderer must Pronounce a Doom Q. M. No Mercy be Severe Crim. As may Express I can't do more nor can his Blood ask less Guards I on You that Office do Confer Obey my Orders seize This Murderer Here the Guards seize the Q. M. Thy poyson'd Husband and thy murder'd Son This injur'd Empress and Moroccoes Throne Which thy accursed Hand so oft has shook Deserves A blow more Fierce than Justice ever strook Q. M. Q. M. Inhumane Villain Monster Devil Strugling in the Guards Crim. Silence her Fury Stop her poyson'd Breath And check her growing outrage by her Death But since to Me you 've been so kind t' impart Some Favours and a Title in your Heart In Gratitude and Honour you shall have This Mercy to walk gently to your Grave Bid my Physitians a strong Draught prepare And leave her Execution to their Care Q. M. Ungrateful Slave Crim. Go I 'le not hear her Plead No Arguments shall save a Traytours Head All his Revenge demanded I have done to the Y. Queen Perform your Vow accept my Love and Throne Q. M. Hold Sir I ask not Life such acts of Grace Your Bounty may on little Sinners pass My Sins are but too Capital My Son And Poyson'd Husband What have I not don So many Treasons and such bloody Rage Would sink an Empire and defame an Age. No sound but Deaths harsh Name my Soul could Daunt Now all my Sins my frighted Conscience Haunt Guilt onely thus to guilty Minds appeares As Syrens do to drowning Mariners Seen onely by their Eyes whose Deaths are Nigh We rarely see our Crimes before we Die And now they 're seen I 'm with such Horrour strook They seem so large I dare not Upwards look Where 's all my Confidence and Courage driven Guilt ne're grows bashful till it thinks of Heaven Though I want Pow'r to ask for Mercy there I will look down and beg my Pardon here Kneels to the Y. Q. Fair Innocence I for your Pardon sue T' a condemn'd Traytour but a Mother too Let her repenting Sighs her Griefs impart Who thus Offers her Tears and thus thy Heart Stabs the Young Queen Die Rival and Die Traytour Runs to stab Crimalhaz but being stopt by the Guards stabs her self Then Die Thou Crim. Morena Kild Q. M. Yes Sir and I 'de have don the same for You. But since my Dagger has so feebly don Missing thy Breast I 've sent it to my own If some kind Devil had but took my part I 'had pierc'd thy Bosom as I 've don thy Heart Curse on weak Nature which my Rage unman'd A Masculine heart linkt with a Female Hand My Stars had been more just had they design'd Me less of Hell or less of Woman-kind Y. Q. T' express my Gratitude thus low I Bow to the Q. M. Murder was ne're an act of Grace till now Your Curteous Arm retrived mine from a Guilt Morenas Hand Morenas Blood had spilt Had not that stroke more kindly been decreed You ne're did act a Mother till this Deed Here I perform my Vow To Crimalhaz giving him her Hand When I 've resign'd My Soul to Him take all I leave behind Thy death Dear Saint reveng'd and mine so near Such charming objects to my Thoughts appear In hopes I shall meet Thee my Joy's so high Methinks I visit Heav'n before I die My mourning Soul durst ne're one thought encline To sense of Joy till it drew nigh to Thine Heaven's Blisses are a prize Love only Wins Where my Life ends my happiness Begins Dyes Q. M. Is this your Thanks for all her Love has done Who staked her Soul to raise Thee to a Throne Durst you Perfidious Villain with one Breath Pronounce Her Coronation and my Death But I 've remov'd that Rival Thanks to Me Her wandring Soul is mounted to a Cloud But you may Court her still in Heav'n if she Can hear so far and you can talk so loud Crim. Though against Me your Rage had just pretence Yet how durst you assault such Innocence Q. M. Let single Murthers Common Hands Suffice I Scorn to kill less than whole Families In all my Race I nothing find that 's ill But that I 've Barren been and wanted still More Monarchs to dethrone more Sons to Kill My Actions are scarce worth the Memory And I am yet too Innocent to Dye Had but my Hand performed thy Murther too I should meet Death with smiles upon my Brow But Oâ—… my Spirit 's Faint yet I have Breath Enough to make a Prayer before my Death If there be such a place as yeilds abodes To Souls that scorn the company of Gods May I in Hell hell's greatest Torments bear Provided 'tis thy Doom to meet me there Dyes Crim. Infection stick upon thy blasted name Thou Foile to Monsters and thy Sexes shame to Q. M. But here my Heart to Pity does Incline to Y. Queen Till now I smil'd at blood but sigh for Thine Vertue farewel I could bewail thy Fate But 't is a Cowards Crime to grieve too late Fury's the Mourning garb great Spirits weare From this day for thy sake no Lives I 'le spare I will send â—…housands to attend thy shade Lust made me King Love has a Tyrant made Remove those breathless objects those dumb shows Of Majesty now I 'le for deeds prepare This morning must begin and end a War Kind Taffalet does for my presence Call I am invited to his Funeral The little Champion with impatience waites To beg a Tomb before Morocco's Gates And rather than his lingâ—…ing Fate delay I 'le with my Army take a walk that way His heat of blood and lust of Crowns shall cease Lasht to a Calm and cool'd into a Peace Enter Hametalhaz in hast a sound of Trumpets heard from within Ham Your Army 's routed ere the War 's begun The City taken and your Empire won And this surprising Conquest is not gain'd â—…y Taffalets but Muly Hamets Hand Crim. Muly Hamet from his banishment return'd Ham. Yes at the News of th' Emperours Death Concern'd That his great Master was by you betray'd He came to Taffalet and frankly made A proffer of his Sword which brave demand Was by the generous
King thus Entertain'd Welcome brave Friend Muly Hamet was ne're taught To back but head those Armies where he fought That Fame and Glory then which waits on thee Shall ner'e be lessen'd when you Fight for me With me brave Youth thou shalt my Forces lead And fight my Equal in my Army's head When to your startled squadrons he appears Taffalets General who late was theirs Their former love renew'd such Changes wrought That they forgot the Cause in which they Fought A sudden Clamour Ecchoed through the Throng Which Muly Hamet Muly Hamet Rung By their own hands the Gates were straight pul'd down And he in Triumph marcht into the Town They paid to him what to their King they owe And proudly now aloud proclaim him so Crim. Draw up my Forces Rouse my Guard I 'le try Who 's the succesful Rebel he or I. I 'le write my Vengeance in whole streams of Blood Fortune take your free Choice be ill or good I dare your Worst Yet I deserve to be your Favorite Tyrants are kind to those they cannot Fright Exeunt Enter Muly Hamet and Attendants with drawn Swords after a sound of Trumpets Muly H. My Cause subdues more than my Sword the Town Does at my Feet their prostrate Armes lay down Conquest sounds best and Glory brightest shines Where Loyalty not Force the Lawrel wins Lead to the Palace through the Guards I 'le break And to th' Usurper I 'le in Thunder speak To the infernal Shades I 'le send a Ghost Stain'd with more Sins than all their Hell can boast His Blood dear Prince shall pay for shedding thine No Cause so just no Rage so fierce as mine Where Loyalty and Love the fuel bring A Ravish't Mistress and a Murd'red King Exeunt The Trumpets continue Sounding and dashing of Swords is heard from within Enter Crimalhaz Hametalhaz and Attendants with drawn Swords as pursued Crim. And Muly Hamet Fighting in their Head Ham. Fly quickly Sir see where your Guards lye Dead The furious Muly Hamet leads 'em on Whose Fortune and whose Sword has Wonders done Your Guards hew'd down He by no Force withstood Comes now this way to sacrifice your Blood He with such Fears your shaking Palace fills That with the Horrour that he brings he Kills Crim. In this long Story all I can descry Is my Crown 's going and my Death draws nigh No 't is no common Thunder strikes me Dead I 've a Retreat yet left to save my Head Trumpets sounding I by this Hand my â—…inking Throne will stay And raign to Morrow though I fly to day Exeunt The Scene Changes Enter Muly Hamet and Abdelcador Attended Abdel. Kind Taffalet Concern'd to owe this Conquest to the Charms Of your Victorious Presence not his Armes Scorning to wear that which his Armes ne're Won Frankly Surrenders you Morocco's Crown Muly H. Well generous Prince this offer'd Crown With Thanks and Envy shall Accepted be I 'le be a Monarch to act deeds like Thee Here Mariamne appears from the Balcone above My Princess the bright Charms those Eyes convey Compleat th' imperfect Triumphs of this Day It does a larger Happiness afford To have a Mistress than a Crown Restor'd Here at your Feet kind Providence has thrown Your banisht Lover and your Ravisht Crown Your influence and my Armes so happy prov'd Th' usurpers Scepter 's to your Hand remov'd His blood when he his forfeit Head dares show Shall pay what to your Brothers Dust I owe. Enter to her Crimalhaz into the Balcone Mar. My Jaylour here Crim. Though I am faln so low My fortune lost I may a Beggar grow This Mercy does on generous Spirits wait You always pity the Unfortunate And on that score I 'le beg one modest boon I 'le only ask you to restore my Crown Muly H. Thanks Heaven the only man whose Head I want Câ—…im Do not thank Heaven for what It cannot grant My Head fond man is for thy reach too high I from this Castle thy weak arms defie Immur'd within the walls of this strong Tower I am so safely Guarded from thy Power That I dare tell you yes and boldly too This Head you threaten shall be Crown'd by you Muly. H. What means this Impudence Crim. To end the Strife I ask a Crown a Ransome for her Life Draws and points his Sword at Mariamnes Breast Muly. H. Here I my baffled hopes of Vengeance lose To right my King my Mistress I Expose Crim. I know your Passion has a tye so great That for her sake you 'le quit th' Imperial Seat I knew your Vertue is so strong that if You swear you will protect my â—…hrone and Life You 'le keep your Vow Swear then by all those Powers Which the Religious World fears and Adores To quit your Claim to Empire Swear You 'le make Me Monarch in that Throne which youl 'e forsake And with your Blood you 'le guard that Crown you give If so your Mistress shall have leave to Live Though you quit Empires you shall meet these charms To sleep and dream of Kingdoms in her Arms. If not prepare to see her amourous Breast Give entertainment to this Iron Guest To this your Answer Muly. H. Savage Infidel Monster there 's not a hand on this side Hell That dares attempt that Deed there 's not one Dart In Heav'n tâ—…at would not strike the Murd'rers Heart Before his hand should touch her sacred Brest Crim. Since you are with such Heavenly Faith possest To think sh' has Champions in the Skies I 'le try Who 's the best Executioner Heaven or I. Muly. H. Hold Barbr'ous Cruel hold your murd'ring hands Think on the Vengeance which that Crime attends Think what a fierce Revenge I for her sake Will on my Princess bloody Murd'rer take Mar. Hold Muly Hamet let his Rage goe on Can You but think of fear when I have none Crim. Toâ—…tures and Wracks will prove a vain design That hand that sheds her Blood shall let out mine Speak quickly then e re words will come too late My Crown restor'd you 'le yet redeem her Fate Muly H. My Lawrels Crowns and Empires are all yours Crim. Swear then Muly. H. I swear by the Eternal Powers For her Lives ransome I this off'ring make Morocco and your Crown I 'le give you back To my last blood I will your life defend In Wars your Champion and in Peace your friend Crim. A silent Grotto and a shady Grove Are far more proper scenes than Thrones for Love And though your hand and hers no Scepter bears You Lovers may get Kings to be my Heirs Mar. I 'le bind my Vow by the same pow'rs you swore I 'le to a Thousand Deaths my Life expose Before I will one Inch of Empire lose 'T is not bold Slave my threaten'd death can make To Crim. My female fears my Right t' a Throne forsake Heir to a Crown though you so fierce have been Mariamne scorns to die less than a Queen Crim. So brisk young Champion
Have at thy Heart Muly. H. Stay Sir Oh cruel Mariamne can you part From Love and Life to rob the world and me Mar. No Muly Hamet a worse stain 't will be To have my Crown resign'd than my Blood spilt I of the two will choose the lesser guilt Fame never shall in Histories express Born to be great I yeilded to be less Muly. H. If you aspire to greatness that I 'le grant Your Muly Hamet Empires cannot want Whilst he possesses You and wears a Sword And if our Africk does no room afford I le travel then to some remoter Spheare Till I find out new Worlds and Crown you there Mariam T is Honour and not Crowns that I esteem And should I basely yield my Throne to him My Name and Story would but poorly sound Who rais'd a Murd'rer and a Rebel Crown'd No if at worst I by this Traytour Dye Adore my Name and love my Memory Yes Mighty Man perform this Valiant Part To Crim. Bravely and boldly pierce a Female Heart Let story boast you this great deed fulfil'd Your manly hand an unarm'd Woman kil d. Crim. Since you at scorne and daring are so good I 'le feel your Pulse and try your heat of Blood Guards fire the Castle And while that burns I 'le a new shape assume I 'le Sport and Revel with more pleasing Charms Than Nero when he sung to burning Rome I 'le sing my Funeral Obsequies in these Armes I 'le Ravish her Then throw my self and her into the Fire And arm in arm together wee 'll Expire Burn Burn the Tower Enter Hametalhaz in the Belcone with Guards who seizes Crimalhaz and disarmes Him Ham. Before this Tower takes Fire you 'le want a Head Crim. Hametalhaz stand off am I betray'd Ham. I have no time to answer your demands Deliver him to Muly Hamets Hands The highest Triumph my weak Arm e're gain'd Is to present this Princess to his Hand Crim. is forced down by the Guards Muly. H. Her life preserv'd and he the instrument What Miracle of Honour has fate sent Sure Heav'n acts Wonders Wonders no 't is none What have th'high'r Powers to do but to take care Of so much Vertue and a Face so Fair Enter Crimalhaz below led in by Guards See him Convey'd to Execution straight He as he rose in Blood in Blood shall â—…et Crim. Since I must die and die Condemn'd by you Hear Heav'n for I ne're troubl'd you till now So may my body rot when I am Dead Till my rank dust has such Contagions bred My Grave may dart forth Plagues as may strike death Through the infected Air where thou draw'st breath Others may fancy pleasures more divine I know not where this shall in Hell be mine To think when dead I yet can Death Convey And what my Arm can't act my Ashes may Exit Guarded with Abdelcador Enter Hametalhaz Leading Mariamne Muly. H. My dear and best Life welcome By thy Hand My Crown my Happiness and Heav'n regain'd What mystick Blessing does my fate pursue To see her Sav'd and see her Sav'd by you Ham. Oh do not at this mystery admire Nothing is strange which Beauty does inspire To punish Treason and preserve a Throne Are due to Mariamnes Eyes alone When to his hand I gave that beauteous prize Design'd for his ambitions Sacrifice When her hard fate and her bright Charmes I saw These did my homage that my pity draw Something so kind I to that face did pay That to Serve her I could my trust betray Had I â—…een born a Prince and in that name Like You Erected Trophys to her fame In all things then I had your Rival prov'd And confidently told her that I Lov'd But wanting worth I wanted words and chose This way my speechless Passion to disclose I would defend what I could ne're injoy And break all bars that did her Peace destroy But I too late resolv'd a flight so high I cut my wings before I thought to fly Too quick to woâ—…k too weak to prop her Fall My Penitence could not my Sins recal Till this blest moment and your influence gave Her dangers and his insolence a Grave Muly. H. Such Honour and such Love I am Conquer'd here My Deeds and Passions are below thy Sphear But as your Worth your Pow'r shall out-reach mine Subjects my Homage pay but Monarchs thine Embraces him Ham. Though Heav'n by me her threatned life secures And saves her blood to be ally'd to yours Despair not Friendship yields to that hard task I bravely give what I durst never Ask. Hold Heart while I this Treasure do resign And Crown her Bliss with that which ruins mine I perish at her feet whom I adore The greatest Wracks are nearest to the shore Mariam Such Language may by Chastest ears be heard Your Love I must admire and he reward A Nobler Passion Story never writ That turn'd a Traytor to a Proselyte Thou best of Converts Muly. H. And of Rivals too Sir as a Tribute to your Vertue due All Honours Merit in a Court can meet And a kind Monarchs Love lye at your Feet Ham. Hold that great act of Mercy must not pass Let not your first days Raign a King disgrace Of such high Boâ—…nty I 'm unworthy still My good Acts have not yet out-weighed my ill No To some far Country I from those Eyes for ever will remove I cannot stand the sight of hopeless Love Pilgrims whose Zeal's more blest though less Divine Go meet their Saints but I must fly from mine Offers to go Muly. H. Stay I conjure you stay you shall you must You 've made me Great Let me not be unjust Speak what Command what Pow'r what Crown you 'l choose Ham. Crowns no such little Favours I refuse None but the place you hold my wish can bound But since I have your free offer to be Crown'd It is accepted I a King will be And of my Raign make this my first Decree This Criminals Banishment and to pursue My state a Conqueror and a King like you To what er'e place my wandring steps incline I 'le fancy Empires for I 'le think her mine Exit Ham. Here the Scene opens and Crimalhaz appears cast down on the Gaunches being hung on a Wall set with spikes of Iron Enter again Abdelcador Abd. See the reward of Treason Death 's the thing Distinguishes th' Usurper from the King Kings are immortal and from Life remove From their Low'r Thrones to wear new Crowns above But Heav'n for him has scarce that bliss in store When an Usurper dies he raigns no more Muly. H. My Justice ended now I 'le meet a Crown Crowns are the Common Prizes I have won Those are Entayld on Courage No 't is You Can only yield a Bliss that 's great and new The Charm of Crowns to Love but dull appears Rargning's a whole lifes toyl the work of Years In love a day an hour a minut's Bliss Is all Flight Rapture Flame and Extasies Love 's livelyer Joyes so quick and active move An Age in Empire 's but an Hour in Love Exeunt Omnes EPILOGUE THis Play like Country Girle come up to Town Long'd t' appear fine in Jewels and rich Gown And so Hoping it's Pride you Courtiers would support To please You lost its Maiden-head at Court Pufft with the glitt'ring of your gaudy Charms It fear'd to meet no danger in your Arms. And though the harshest Censures be its due Yet kinder usage it deserves from you A generous Gallant though tired and Cloy'd Should still speak well of what he has enjoy'd Should you damn this you would your selves reproach 'T is barb'rous to defame what you debauch Nay now you 've Cast it off yet do not Frown Though like the refuge of a Miss o' th' Town It is turn'd Common Yours for half a Crown T' was generous at Court and did for Love But does for profit to the Stage remove Women and Wit on equal scores begin Love and affection first may make 'um Sin They trade for Interest when they 're once got in But for you Sirs who Censure but not Write Who do in Wit as some in War delight Whose Courages do not much care to Fight But though they can't of Scars nor Conquests vapour They can draw sieges and take Towns in Paper You 't will be hard to please Critiques whose saving and Condemning still Is not your Act of Judgment but your Will Who equal Choice in Plays as Faces make What you resolve not what deserves shall take Thâ—…s your applause resembles your Amours Have we not seen Oh loves almighty Powers A Wench with tallow Looks and winter Face Continue one Mans Favorite seven Years space Some Ravishing kâ—…ack i' th' sport and some brisk motion Keeps the gilt Coach and the gallants Devotion Be to this Toy thus kind and you will raise Much better Fancies to write better Plays When meaner Faces are us'd kindly by ye What Power have greater Beauties to deny ye So your kind Smiles advance the scribling Trade To get good Play 's you must Excuse the bad FINIS ERRATA FIrst page of the Eâ—…istle line 21 read Authour pag. 2. l. 16. â—… to givâ—… 〈◊〉 Plaâ—… p. 8. l. 13. r. feighn'd l. 26 â—… gilded p 12. l 3â—… deleatur period p. 19. l. 29. r. friendâ—… p. 21. l. 25. â—… hand had run p. 34. l. 21. â—… Lent p. 3â—… l. 4. r. clouds l. 29. r with p. 43 r. Euridice p. 45. l. 25. â—… in the way p. 50. l 6. r. Râ—…quests p. 58. l. 20 dele are p. 60. l. 5. r. her Heart p. 62. l. 28. r. Raise my Guard p. 63. l. 15. r. know