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A36594 Amboyna, a tragedy as it is acted at the Theatre-Royal / written by John Dryden. Dryden, John, 1631-1700. 1673 (1673) Wing D2232; ESTC R19156 44,717 79

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parts more Frequently appear What e're it be I 'le venture to approach it My Ysabinda Bound and Gagg'd Ye Powers Goes near I tremble while I free her and scarce dare restore her liberty of Speech for fear of knowing more Vnbinds her and Vngagg's her Ysab. No longer Bridegroom thou nor I a Bride those names are vanish'd Love is now no more Look on me as thou wou'dst on some foul Leaper and do not touch me I am all polluted all shame all o're dishonour fly my sight and for my sake fly this detested Isle where horrid Ills so black and fatal dwell as Indians cou'd not guess till Europe taught Towers Speak plainer I am recollected now I know I am a Man the sport of fate Yet Oh my better half had Heaven so pleas'd I had been more content to suffer in my self then thee Ysab. What shall I say That Monster of a Man Harman now I have nam'd him think the rest Alone and singl'd like a tim'rous Hind from the full Herd by flattery drew me first then forc'd me to an Act so base and Brutall Heaven knows my Innocence but Why do I call that to Witness Heaven saw stood silent Not one flash of Lightning shot from the Conscious Firmament to shew its Justice Oh had it struck us both it had sav'd me Towers Heaven suffer'd more in that then you or I Wherefore have I been faithful to my trust true to my Love and tender to th' opprest Am I condemn'd to be the second man who e'r complain'd he vertue serv'd in vain But dry your tears these sufferings all are mine Your breast is white and cold as falling Snow You still as fragrant as your Eastern Groves and your whole frame as innocent and holy as if your being were all soul and spirit without the gross allay of flesh and bloud Come to my arms again Ysab. Oh never never I am not worthy now My soul indeed is free from sin but the foul speckled stains are from my body ne'r to be wash'd out but in my death Kill me my Love or I must kill my self else you may think I was a black Adulteress in my mind and some of me consented Towers Your wish to die shews you deserve to live I have proclam'd you guiltless to my self Self-homicide which was in Heathens honour in us is onely sin Ysab. I thought th' Eternal Mind had made us Masters of these mortal frames you told me he had given us wills to choose and reason to direct us in our choice if so why should he tie us up from dying when death 's the greater good Towers Can death which is our greatest enemy be good Death is the dissolution of our nature and nature therefore does abhor it most whose greatest Law is to preserve our beings Ysab. I grant it is its great general Law But as Kings who are or should be above Laws dispence with 'em when levell'd at themselves Even so may man without offence to Heaven dispence with what concerns himself alone Nor is death in it self an ill then holy Martyrs sin'd who ran uncall'd to snatch their Martyrdom And blessed Virgins whom you celebrate for voluntary death to free themselves from that which I have suffer'd Towers They did it to prevent what might ensue your shame 's already past Ysab. It may return if I am yet so mean to live a little longer Towers You know not Heaven may give you succour yet you see it sends me to you Ysab. 'T is too late you shou'd have come before Towers Yet you may live to see your self reveng'd Come you shall stay for that then I 'le die with you You have convinc'd my reason nor am I asham'd to learn from you To Heavens Tribunal my appeal I make if as a Governor he sets me here to guard this weak built Cittadel of Life when 't is no longer to be held I may with honour quit the Fort. But first I 'll both revenge my self and you Ysab. Alas you cannot take revenge your Countreymen are few and those unarm'd Towers Though not on all the Nation as I wou'd yet I at least can take it on the man Ysab. Leave me to Heaven's revenge for thither I will go and plead my self my own just cause There 's not an injur'd Saint of all my Sex but kindly will conduct me to my Judge and help me tell my story Towers I 'l send th' offender first though to that place he never can arrive ten thousand Devils damn'd for less crimes then he and Tarquin in their head way-lay his Soul to pull him down in triumph and to shew him in pomp among his Countrey-men for sure Hell has its Nether-lands and its lowest Countrey must be their lot Enter Harman Iunior and Fiscal Harm 'T was hereabout I left her ty'd The rage of Love renews again within me Fisc. She 'l like th' effects on 't better now By this time it has sunk into her imagination and given her a more pleasing Idea of the man who offer'd her so sweet a violence Ysab. Save me sweet Heaven the Monster comes again Harm Oh here she is My own fair Bride for so you are not Towerson's Let me unbind you I expect that you should bind your self about me now and tie me in your arms Towers drawing No Villain no hot Satyr of the Woods Expect another entertainment now Behold revenge for injur'd chastity this Sword Heaven draws against thee and here has plac'd me like a fiery Cherub to guard this Paradice from any second Violation Fisc. We must dispatch him Sir we have the odds and when he is kill'd leave me to invent the excuse Harm Hold a little As you shun'd fighting formerly with me so wou'd I now with you The mischiefs I have done are past recall Yield then your useless right in her I love since the possession is no longer yours so is your Honour safe and so is hers the Husband onely alter'd Towers Ye trifle there 's no room for treaty here The shame 's too open and the wrong too great Now all the Saints in Heaven look down to see the Justice I shall do for 't is their cause and all the Fiends below prepare thy Tortures Ysab. If Towerson wou'd think'st thou my soul so poor to own thy sin and make the base act mine by choosing him who did it Know bad man I 'l die with him but never live with thee Towers Prepare I shall suspect you stay for further help and think not this enough Fisc. We are ready for you Harm Stand back I 'l fight with him alone Fisc. Thank you for that so if he kills you I shall have him single upon me All three fight Ysab. Heaven assist my Love Harm There Englishman 't was meant well to thy heart Towerson wounded Fisc. Oh you can bleed I see for all your cause Towers Wounds but awaken English courages Harm Yet yield me Ysabinda and besafe Towers I 'l fight my self all scarlet o'r
Sir Harm Come come I know your reason of refusal but it must not prevail My Son has been to blame I 'le not maintain him in the least neglect which he shou'd show to any Englishman much less to you the best and most esteem'd of all my friends Towers I shou'd be willing Sir to think it was a young Mans rashness or perhaps the Rage of a successless Rival yet he might have spar'd some words Harm Friend he shall ask your pardon or I 'le no longer own him what ungrateful to a Man whose Valour has preserv'd him he shall do 't he shall indeed I 'le make you friends upon your own conditions he 's at the door pray let him be admitted this is a day of general Iubilee Towers You Command here you know Sir Fisc. I 'le call him in I am sure he will be proud at any rate to redeem your kind opinion of him Exit Fiscal and re-enters with Harman junior Harm Iun. Sir my Father I hope has in part satisfy'd you that what I spoke was only an effect of sudden passion of which I am now asham'd and desire it may be no longer lodg'd in your remembrance then it is now in my intention to do you any injury Towers Your Father may Command me to more difficult employments then to receive the friendship of a Man of whom I did not willingly embrace an ill opinion Harm Iun. Nothing hence-forward shall have power to take from me that happiness in which you are so generously pleas'd to reinstate me Exeunt Harm Sen. Why this is as it shou'd be trust me I weep for joy Beam Towerson is easy and too credulous I fear 't is all dissembl'd on their parts aside Harm Sen. Now set we forward to the Castle the Bride is there before us Towers Sir I wait you Ezeunt Harman Sen. Towerson Beamont and Van Herring Enter Captain Perez Fisc. Now Captain when perform you what you promis'd concerning Towerson's death Perez Never There Iudas take your hire of blood again Throws him a Purse Harm Iun. Your reason for this suddain change Perez I cannot own the name of Man and do 't Harm Iun. Your Head shall answer the neglect of what you were Commanded Perez If it must I cannot shun my destiny Fisc. Harman you are too rash pray hear his reasons first Perez I have 'em to my self I 'le give you none Fis None that 's hard well you can be secret Captain for your own sake I hope Perez That I have sworn already my oath binds me Fisc. That 's enough we have now chang'd our minds and do not wish his death at least as you shall know aside Perez I am glad on 't for he 's a brave and worthy Gentleman I wou'd not for the wealth of both the Indies have had his Blood upon my Soul to answer Fisc. aside to Harman I shall find a time to take back our secret from him at the price of his life when he least dreams of it mean time 't is fit we speak him fair To Perez Captain a reward attend you greater then you cou'd hope we only meant to try your honesty I am more then satisfy'd of your reasons Perez I still shall labour to deserve your kindness in any honourable way Exit Perez Harm I told you that this Spaniard had not courage enough for such an enterprize Fisc. He rather had too much of honesty Harm Oh you have ruin'd me you promis'd me this day the death of Towerson and now instead of that I see him happy I 'le go and fight him yet I swear he never shall enjoy her Fisc. He sha'nnot that I swear with you but you are too rash the business never can be done your way Harm I 'le trust no other Arm but my own in it Fisc. Yes mine you shall I 'le help you this evening as he goes from the Castle we 'l find some way to meet him in the dark and then make sure of him for getting Maidenheads to night to morrow I 'le bestow a Pill upon my Spanish Don least he discover what he knows Harm Give me your Hand you 'l help me Fisc. By all my hopes I will in the mean time with a fain'd Mirth 't is fit we guild our Faces the troth is that we may smile in earnest when we look upon the Englishman and think how we will use him Harm Agreed come to the Castle Exeunt Enter Harman Senior Towerson and Ysabinda Beamont Collins Van Herring they seat themselves Epithalamium THe day is come I see it rise Betwixt the Bride's and Bridegroom's Eyes That Golden day they wish'd so long Love pick'd it out amidst the throng He destin'd to himself this Sun And took the Reins and drove him on In his own Beams he drest him bright Yet bid him bring a better night The day you wish'd arriv'd at last You wish as much that it were past One Minute more and night will hide The Bridegroom and the blushing Bride The Virgin now to Bed do's goe Take care oh Youth she rise not soe She pants and trembles at her doom And fears and wishes thou wou'dst come The Bridegroom comes He comes apace With Love and Fury in his Face She shrinks away He close pursues And Prayers and Threats at once do's use She softly sighing begs delay And with her hand put his away Now out a loud for help she cryes And now despairing shuts her Eyes Har. Sen. I like this Song 't was sprightly it wou'd restore me twenty years of Youth had I but such a Bride A DANCE After the Dance Enter Harman Iunior and Fiscal Beam Come let me have the Sea fight I like that better then a thousand of your wanton Epithalamiums Har. Iun. He means that Fight in which he freed me from the Pirats Towers Prithee Friend oblige me and call not for that Song 't will breed ill blood to Beamont Beam Prithee be not scrupulous ye fought it bravely Young Harman is ungrateful if he do's not acknowledge it I say sing me the Sea Fight The Sea Fight WHo ever saw a noble sight That never view'd a brave Sea Fight Hang up your bloody Colours in the Aire Vp with your Fights and your Nettings prepare Your Merry Mates chear with a lusty bold spright Now each Man his brindice and then to the Fight St. George St. George we cry The shouting Turks reply Oh now it begins and the Gunroom grows hot Plie it with Culverin and with small shot Heark do's it not Thunder no 't is the Guns roar The Neighbouring Billows are turn'd into Gore Now each man must resolve to dye For here the Coward cannot flye Drums and Trumpets toll the Knell And Culverins the Passing Bell. Now now they Grapple and now board a Main Blow up the Hatches they 're off all again Give 'em a broadside the Dice run at all Down comes the Mast and Yard and tacklings fall She grows giddy now like blind fortunes wheel She sinks there
is a Beverage ready for you else which you 'l not like to swallow Collins How 's this Har. You shall be muffl'd up like Ladies with an Oyl'd Cloath put underneath your Chins then Water pour'd above which either you must drink or must not breath 1 Dutch That 's one way we have others Har. Yes we have two Elements at your Service Fire as well as Water certain things call'd Matches to be ty'd to your Fingers ends which are as soveraign as Nutmegs to quicken your short Memories Beam You are inhumane to make your Cruelty your Pastime Nature made me a Man and not a Whale to swallow down a flood Har. You 'l grow a Corpulent Gentleman like me I shall love you the better for 't now you are but a spare rib Fisc. These things are only offer'd to your choice you may avoid your Tortures and confess Collins Kill us first for that we know is your design at last and 't is more Mercy now Beam Be kind and Execute us while we bare the shapes of Men e're Fire and Water have destroy'd our Figures let me go whole out of the World I care not and find my Body when I rise again so as I need not be asham'd on 't Har. 'T is well you 're Merry will you yet confess Beam Never Har. Bear e'm away to Torture Van Her Wee 'l try your Constancy Beam Wee 'l shame your Cruelty if we deserve our Tortures 't is first for freeing such an infamous Nation that ought to have been slaves and then for trusting them as Partners who had cast off the Yoke of their lawful Soveraign Har. Away I 'le hear no more now who comes the next Exeunt the English with a Guard Fisc. Towerson's Page a Ship Boy and a Woman Har. Call e'm in Exit a Messenger Van-Her We shall have easie work with them Fisc. Not so easie as you imagine they have indur'd the Beverage already all Master of their pain no one confessing the Devill 's in these English those brave Boys wou'd prove stout Topers if they liv'd Enter two Boyes and a Woman led as from Torture Come hither ye perverse Imps they say you have indur'd the Water Torment Wee 'l try what Fire will do with you you Sirrah confess were not you knowing of Towersons Plot against this Fort and Island Page I have told your Hangman no twelve times within this hour when I was at the last Gaspe and that 's a time I think when a Man shou'd not dissemble Har. A Man mark you that now you English Boys have learn't a trick of late of growing Men betimes and doing Mens Work too before you come to twenty Van. Her Sirrah I will try if you are a Salamander and can live i' th' Fire Page Sure you think my Father got me of some Dutch Woman and that I am but of a half straine courage but you shall find that I am all o're English as well in Fire as Water 2 Boy Well of all Religions I do not like your Dutch Fisc. No and why young stripling 2 Boy Because your Pennance comes before Confession Har. Do you mock us Sirrah to the Fire with him 2. Boy Do so all you shall get by it is this before I answered no now I 'le be sullen and will talk no more Har. Best cutting off these little Rogues betime if they grow Men they 'le have the Spirit of Revenge in e'm Page Yes as your Children have that of Rebellion Oh that I cou'd but live to be Governor here to make your fat Guts pledge me in that Beverage I drunk you Sir Iohn Falstaff of Amsterdam 2 Boy I have a little Brother in England that I intend to appear to when you have kill'd me and if he do's not promise me the Death of ten Dutchmen in the next War I 'le haunt him instead of you Har. What say you Woman have compassion of your self and confess you are of a softer Sex Wom. But of a Courage full as Manly there is no Sex in Souls wou'd you have English Wives shew less of Bravery then their Children do to lie by an English Man's side is enough to give a Woman Resolution Fisc. Here 's a Hen of the Game too but we shall tame you in the fire Wom. My Innocence shall there be try'd like Gold till it come out the purer When you have burnt me all into one Wound cram Gunpowder into 't and blow me up I 'le not confess one word to shame my Countrey Har. I think we have got here the Mother of the Maccabees away with them all three Exeunt the English Guarded I 'le take the pains my self to see these Tortur'd Exeunt Harman Van Herring and the two Dutchmen with the English manet Fiscal Enter Julia to the Fiscal Iulia. Oh you have ruin'd me you have undone me in the Person of my Husband Fisc. If he will needs forfeit his Life to the Laws by joyning with the English in a Plot 't is not in me to save him but dearest Iulia be satisfy'd you shall not want a Husband Iulia. Do you think I 'le ever come into a Bed with him who rob'd me of my dear sweet Man Fisc. Dry up your Tears I 'me in earnest I will Marry you yfaith I will it is your destiny Iulia. Nay if it be my Destiny but I vow I 'le ne're be yours but upon one condition Fisc. Name your desire and take it Iulia. Then save poor Beamonts Life Fisc. This is the most unkind Request you cou'd have made it shews you Love him better therefore in prudence I shou'd hast his Death Iulia. Come I 'le not be deny'd you shall give me his Life or I 'le not love you by this Kiss you shall Child Fisc. Pray ask some other thing Iulia. I have your word for this and if you break it how shall I trust you for your Marrying me Fisc. Well I will do 't to oblige you aside But to prevent her new designs with him I 'le see him shipt away for England straight Iulia. I may build upon your promise then Fisc. Most firmly I hear company Enter Harman Van Herring and the two Dutchmen with Towerson Prisoner Harm Now Captain Towerson you have had the Priviledge to be examin'd last this on the score of my old Friendship with you though you have ill deserv'd it But here you stand accus'd of no less Crimes then Robbery first then Murther and last Treason what can you say to clear your self Towers You 're interested in all and therefore partial I have consider'd on 't and will not plead because I know you have no right to judge me for the last Treaty 'twixt our King and you expresly said that causes Criminal were first to be Examin'd and then Judg'd not here but by the Councel of Defence to whom I make Appeal Fisc. This Court conceives that it has power to judge you deriv'd from the most High and Mighty States who in this Island are
Nay I 'm not lavish of my courtesie I can on easy terms resume my gift Harm Captain you 're a dead man I 'le spare your torture for your Quality prepare for execution instantly Towers I am prepar'd Fisc. You dye in charity I hope Towers I can forgive even thee my innocence I need not name you know it One farewel kiss of my dear Ysabinda and all my business here on earth is done Harm Call her she 's at the door Exit Fiscal Towes to Beam embracing A long and last farewel I take my death with the more chearfulness because thou liv'st behind me tell my friends I dy'd so as became a Christian and a Man give to my brave Employers of the East India Company the last remembrance of my faithful service tell 'em I Seal that Service with my Blood and dying wish to all their Factories and all the famous Merchants of our Isle that Wealth their gen'rous Industry deserves but dare not hope it with Dutch partnership Last there 's my heart I give it in this kiss Kisses him Do not answer me Friendship 's a tender thing and it would ill become me now to weep Beam Adieu if I wou'd speak I cannot Exit Enter Ysabinda Ysab. Is it permitted me to see your Eies once more before Eternal night shall close ' em Towers I summon'd all I had of Man to see you 't was well the time allow'd for it was short I cou'd not bear it long 't is dangerous and would divide my Love 'twixt Heaven and you I therefore part in haste think I am going a suddain journey and have not the leisure to take a ceremonious long farewel Ysab. Do you still love me Towers Do not suppose I do 't is for your ease since you must stay behind me to think I was unkind you 'l grieve the less Harm Though I suspect you joyn'd in my Sons Murder yet since it is not prov'd you have your life Ysab. I thank you for 't I 'le make the noblest use of your sad gift that is to dye unforc'd I 'le make a present of my life to Towerson to let you see though worthless of his Love I would not live without him Towers I charge you love my memory but live Harm She shall be strictly guarded from that violence she means against her self Ysab. Vain Men there are so many paths to death you cannot stop 'em all o're the green Turf where my Love 's laid there will I mourning sit and draw no air but from the damps that rise out of that hallow'd Earth and for my Dyet I mean my Eies alone shall feed my Mouth Thus will I live till he in pity rise and the pale shrowd take me in his cold Arms and lay me kindly by him in his Grave Enter Collins and then Perez Julia following him Harm No more your time 's now come you must away Coll. Now Devils you have done your worst with tortures Death 's a privation of pain but they were a continual dying Iulia. Farewel my dearest I may have many Husbands but never one like thee Perez As you love my Soul take hence that Woman my English friends I 'm not asham'd of death while I have you for part'ners I know you innocent and so am I of this pretended plot but I am guilty of a greater crime For being married in another Countrey the Governors perswasions and my love to that ill Woman made me leave the first and make this fatal choice I 'm justly punish'd for her sake I dye the Fiscal to enjoy her has accus'd me There is another cause by his procurement I shou'd have kill'd Fisc. Away with him and stop his mouth He is led off Towers I leave thee Life with no regret at parting full of whatever thou cou'dst give I rise from thy neglected Feast and go to sleep yet on this brink of death my Eies are open'd and Heav'n has bid me prophesy to you th' unjust contrivers of this Tragick Scene An Age is coming when an English Monarch with Blood shall pay that blood which you have shed to save your Cities from victorious Arms you shall invite the Waves to hide your Earth and trembling to the tops of Houses fly while Deluges invade your lower rooms Then as with Waters you have swell'd our Bodies with damps of Waters shall your Heads be swoln Till at the last your sap'd foundations fall And Vniversal Ruine swallows all He 's led out with the English the Dutch remain Van Her Ay ay we 'l venture both our Selves and Children for such another pull 1. Dutch Let him prophesy when his Head 's off 2. Dutch There 's ne'r a Nostradamus of 'em all shall fright us from our gain Fisc. Now for a smooth Apology and then a fawning Letter to the King of England and our work 's done Harm 'T is done as I wou'd wish it Now Brethren at my proper cost and charges three days you are my Guests in which good time we will divide their greatest Wealth by Lots while wantonly we rifle for the rest Then in full Romers and with joyful Hearts We 'l drink confusion to all English Starts Exeunt Epilogue A Poet once the Spartan's led to fight And made 'em Conquer in the Muses right So wou'd our Poet lead you on this day Showing your tortur'd Fathers in his Play To one well born th' affront is worse and more When he 's abus'd and baffled by a Bore With an ill Grace the Dutch their mischiefs do They 've both ill Nature and ill Manners too Well may they boast themselves an antient Nation For they were bred e're Manners were in fashion And their new Common wealth has set 'em free Onely from Honour and Civility Venetians do not more uncouthly ride Than did their Lubber-State Mankind bestride Their sway became 'em with as ill a Meen As their own Paunches swell above their Chin Yet is their Empire no true Growth but Humour And onely two King's Touch can cure the Tumor As Cato did his Affricque Fruits display So we before your Eies their Indies lay All Loyal English will like him conclude Let Caesar Live and Carthage be subdu'd FINIS