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A45225	Querer por solo querer To love only for love sake : a dramatick romance : represented at Aranjuez, before the King and Queen of Spain, to celebrate the birthday of that King, by the Meninas, which are a sett of ladies, in the nature of ladies of honour in that court, children in years, but higher in degree (being many of them daughters and heyres to grandees of Spain) than the ordinary ladies of honour, attending likewise that queen / written in Spanish by Don Antonio de Mendoza 1623 ; paraphrased in English, anno 1654 ; together with the Festivals of Aranwhez.; Querer por solo querer. English	Hurtado de Mendoza, Antonio, 1586-1644.; Fanshawe, Richard, Sir, 1608-1666.	1671 (1671)	Wing H3799; ESTC R19129	96,399	230

greater than his Love Another fault I cannot find A sweeter Man my Eyes ne're saw Here were a LOVER if his Mind One by his Face and Shape could draw If I have cost thee Love a pain Thou hast so rare an Art to hide Thee I conjure for my disdain Sufficiently be qualified She hears the footing of some-body People approach Mask'd with my fear In this same place again I 'll be To know news of him Love hold there I was about to say Of me Exit Enter Claridoro calling after her Claro Hear fair one thou a Man hast slain Yet fly not for it For besides that 't is in vain 'T will make the fact more horrid In vain for Flow'rs up-growing Where thou art going O ZELIDAURA see Each ROSE accuses and confesses Thee Through this dark Wood I shoot Where thy scorns lead And Pencil of the Mead Thy Milky Foot A Miracle doth show That the red Flowers should spring from the white Snow If thou' rt enraged to find My Murdress I declare My silence doth prepare To pacifie thy Mind But HEAVENS How is that possible Since when I tell my fear my Love I tell Felisbravo wakes and begins to speak to the Picture Fel. Can Can it be that I have slept Then let my sin my pennance be For all that while I have been kept Companion for a God from thee Misses the Picture Hah The Picture I had rather My self were lost O heav'nly Father He whom to wake that could not make Let him sleep and never wake In my Coffin I should blush Though I now dy'd of Grief and Love One Life would for offending thus But slender expiation prove If I dye my grief dies too If I would kill grief and all Death hath something else to doe Than to come when Wretches call If I dye in fine in vain Will a demi-cure be wrought Death that takes away my pain Cannot take away my fault Live then I and live my GRIEF Wander my surviving Ghost Stripped of her Solace chief Round about this treasure lost Let my Soul a stranger be To what e're of comfort tasts And my Body dying see Whilst long-lived sorrow lasts Ill on me is well bestow'd I have deserv'd so cross a fate Whose misfortune most is show'd In that I once was fortunate Claro What does he prole about for here Fel. 'T is stoln from me my Anger grow This Man hath stoln it Cavalier I 'm one the WORLD I 'd have you know Hath bourn so great that though in jest I cannot any wrong digest And by none else to be dismay'd Of my own name I am afraid Never did I my whole Life long With RAUNTS you understand Give to a Braggadocia Tongue The office of the Hand Therefore in courteous sort I pray Deliver the Sun back Claro What means the Man Fel. My Soul I say Which I too long do lack Claro Is he not mad Fel. Think not to put me off By putting strangeness on with it in one Pencil restore a thousand rays a thousand Suns in one Picture Claro Yet I cannot reach him Fel. Restore it or I vow to JOVE th' art dead Claro I neither know your meaning neither fear Nor esteem you For let me tell you Rifaloro wakes and gets upon his feet in a grant fright Rif. What clattering 's this Fel. Not understand me little Know'st thou whom thou offend'st Claro Thou know'st me little Rifaloro draws and puts himself on the side of Claridoro Rif. Do tame that Colt Fel. Thou do'st misken me doubtless Rif. No no but to help one a Medicine try'd Clap a hot Coward to the other side Fel. No fooling my chaf'd fury shall consume him Once I have sworn Claro And if my honest word Thou wilt not take I pawn thee here my Sword They fight when suddenly let there be a noise within many Inventions are shot off and all that may move horrour and admiration Trumpets and Drums loftily But what is this Fel. What horrour ' less Heav'n falls Th' Inchantment is dissolving or these Walls The same The noise continues sound Trumpets with much harmony and clash of War Enter the General and let a Draw-bridge fall from aloft parting Felisbravo and Claridoro and within let there appear a stair-case by which the Prince Floranteo is to descend richly clad and with him the Gyants and let many horrible shapes be seen And enter Zelidaura like a Shepherdess and with her Roselinda in the same habit Ros. The Adventure is try'd doubtless by some Knight Zel. Hide me rough Bark while I enjoy this sight But he that comes to try it is the same That wore my Picture O fair Knighthoods shame One Woman pictur'd and another sought That thou a Traytor art is thy own fault But wert thou an ungrateful one 't were mine Let all the stair-case be coverd with Arms and Appurtenances of War and the covering and floor covered therewith and let there fally out of the mouth of a Serpent a black Gyant armed with a Club and spitting fire Gen. The matter Rifaloro Rif. Do thou divine I cannot now the while I do fear so Fear with me and hereafter we shall know Floranteo puts himself between the two Adventures Flo. Generous KNIGHTS ambitious of the honour To interweave LAUREL with OAK and twist MARS with APOLLO From this dazling wonder From this fair Prodigie from this now truth But a Romance to succeeding Ages This general Loadstone BABEL that threats HEAV'N A great ill Neighbour with fantastick Towers Your coming hath proceeded Hear what it promises what it contains To what it binds what it observes what teaches Laeomedon the Glory of these Provinces Wise learned valiant in ARABIA was The last of all her Kings whose Magick Voice Which silenc'd Circe's and Medea's Charms Bridle of Sea and Winds gave the Stars Laws A Daughter had he Natures Master-piece Who might boast verify'd in her perfections All that base FLAT'RY LYES so without Art Handsome that her unaided Beauty chides The lyes and dims the truths of Rose and Snow Her crown'd with Roses and pale Iesamines A MAIDEN QUEEN twelve flow'ry SPRINGS being there Out flourish'd by her Beauty the sole Heir Of her Sires REALM and FAME and that so sole That she stands fair for sole Executrix To the ARABIAN PHOENIX He judging Beauty fit to be an EMPRESSE But an ELECTRESSE not as having given So frequent cause of sorrow and disgrace To the unhappy Boasters of a face To all the NOBLES of this Land presents And in her hearing uses this plain Language One foot now in the grave Love and Ambition Will from the spatious Universe hereafter Draw many Suitors to my Crown and Daughter I will not that endanger'd by the SYREN Of cruel Flattery which sings in Rocks T' intrap the wariest Ears a false supplant Or soft heart counsel her Misfortune dark'ning The splendour of her Beauty and instead Of chusing a WISE Husband and a VALIANT Her Eye perhaps swaying her to a

Was I drunk To raise that scandal on my self Thou Trunk Thou Pomontory thou deluge of flesh Some Errant Knight with a white face shall thresh Thee out I vow and not one whole Bone leave thee With glittering Morglay For the gentle slit Over the Nose would never Gyant fit Gy. 1. Out Worm Gen. Great Porter Gyant is no more Answer Gy. 1. Th' art troublesome Upon what score Wert thou a Knight I would but with this Mace I 'l come and purge you All out of the place Fel. Must I hear this and purse up the disgrace Rude saucy arrogant Gy. 1. 'T were good in troth If Gyants should take notice of such froth Exit Fel. Knock knock a thousand times for I am Rif. What Orlando Furioso Fel. A new HERCULES To break in fitters these enchanted Gates But what 's Claridiana unto ME Whether the wonder of the Earth she be Or Envy of the Heav'n Away away My Soul crys shame on me for this delay Gen. Sir though Love spur you and your heart say no Sleep rest repose a little since you go So tyr'd Do more for Nations whose Lives sheath Themselves in yours than for one Picture Breath Enjoy this cool cessation of the Sun The gentle April's greenest Mansion Rif. This flowry Wood so well describ'd enjoy Thy love goes too if thou thy life destroy Gen. Sit by this silver-fed and murmuring Rif. Means he by that a COURTIER or a Spring Gen. I go to see the Palfreys do not move From the King Rifaloro Rif. Of this Grove Exit General I am the sleepy Burgess Sleep'st not thou Fel. Ill custom this of sleeping a dull badge Of humane frailty Thief of love and life Rif. Has the world such a pastime as dear Sleep O folly of transcendent gust to wink And for some certain time of nothing think But if I were a King I 'd never lay My lids together to reign night and day Fel. If sleep invade me strongly That may sever My life some minutes from me my love never But 't is impossible to sleep we know Extended on the Rack If that be so Takes out the Picture 〈◊〉 Larum come thou forth Eloquent Mute For whom high Heav'n and Earth commence a Suit Of Angel-woman fair Hermaphrodite The Moon 's extinguisher the Moon-days night How could so small a Sphear hold so much day O sleep now now thou conquer'st me But stay That part thou conquer'st I 'l not own for mine Tempest I seek not calm If the days thine Thou quell'st my body my Love still is whole I give thee all of that which is not Soul And since in Lodgings from the Street Love lies Do thou and spare not quarter in my Eyes A while I harb'ring so unwelcome Guest As Men obey thy Brother Death's arrest Not as a Lover but a MORTAL He falls a sleep with the Picture in his hand Rif. He 's faln a sleep so soon What frailty is More like a Husband then a Lover this If Lovers take such sleeps what shall I take Whom pangs of Love nor Honour's Trumpets wake Rifaloro falls asleep Enter Zelidaura like a Huntress with a Bow and Quiver Zel. Solitude of Friends the best And the best 〈◊〉 Mother of Truths and brought at least Every day to bed of one In this flow'ry Mansion I contemplate how the Rose Stands upon thorns how quickly goes The dismaying Iesamine Only the 〈◊〉 which is divine No decay of Beauty knows The world is beauty's Mirrour Flow'rs In their first virgin-purity Flat'rers both of the Nose and Eye To be cropt by Paramours Is their best of Destiny And those nice darlings of the Land Which seem'd Heav'ns painted bow to scorn And bloom'd the envy of the morn Are the gay trophy of a hand We that are Queens in stile and power Serve but to take up a Man's Game Into his hands to put the same Who may neglect us the next hour She on whom greatness Heav'n doth showre If she the Main is or the By The means of knowing is debarr'd Therefore my CROWN I would discard Because it lets me not descry Whether my FORTUNE' 's lov'd or I I am not foul nor very proud Yet out of measure jealous grown Least Suitors who my Pallace croud Are come a woing to my Throne But as in vain with rueful tone The am'rous Birds in flow'ry Vales Tell the fair Morn a thousand Tales In vain do me these Lovers haunt Little Twat'lers ignorant Importuning Nightingales With shooting I 'll divert me Rifaloro talks in his sleep at which Zelidaura startles and turning spies Felisbravo Rif. Rare sops Zel. I hear a Man A Knight there lies Who in a Picture eyes the vaunted spoil Of some Court Beauty whom he will beguile Holds in his hand the Idol of his eyes She draws nearer him He sleeps she loves him by this light For Men if handled with disdain Cannot sleep they 're in such pain But if once they 're lov'd good night SLEEP and LOVE are two blind Gods That have always liv'd at odds Therefore th' Man that sleep is taking Little cares for him who 's waking Lullaby'd in FAVOURS lap No wonder this should take a nap Bless me She loves him past all bound His sleep could not be else so sound He her for ends I lay my life Those compast his flame dyes Sure he consider'd her his WIFE For she hath clos'd his Eyes O that her self had napping catch'd Her Knight that she might weep To see the much for him sh' has watch'd Rewarded with a sleep That she with rage might understand In Men that Truth most prize How soon a favour in their hand Is less'ning in their eyes She draws yet nearer LOVER because ungrateful's worse I say not foolish Lover Thou shouldst have put it in a purse The disesteem to cover I 'l take it from him Let him wake As rightly serv'd as inly madded Fond Ship-wreck of a Bliss to make Which he despis'd because he had it Takes the Picture from him Lady thou art reveng'd by me Without thee let him ' bide Who being in thy company Could take himself aside Whom favour made to face about Who neither loves thee nor did keep Looks upon the Picture But what is this without all doubt I dream if he 's asleep I feel a hidden hand distil A poyson flow into my will My Organs in their places stand T is I unhappy Beauty I limn'd And in a Poltroons hand That sleeps upon his duty Where 's the due reverence to my state Heavens What is this face become I pocketted And by a Mate That uses me for Opium The Root of Womans Pedegree Makes me fear my self his Bride Because my self I taken see Whil'st he sleepeth from his side I should love him by ONE Token That his sleeps are so unbroken But he wrongs me I 'm sure by two Pictur'd and neglected too To know who 't is more fear in me Then Curiosity doth move For little is his Quality If 't is not

Fair One No Not of thy Blade My Life but of thy Doubt my Love 's afraid Rif. Thus do good Actions shine Is this the Meed To faithful silence is decreed This of being an honest Man Is a lean Office with Fees none It will not keep a Gentleman Without some other good Means of his own The Foe in Reason cannot far off be For ZELIDAURA Marches furiouslie Cla. Come all TARTARIA with her here she stands Will welcome Her more Valiant and less vain That barb'rous Warriouress shall of these Hands The Trophy be the scorn and the disdain Our Self is General Gen. Great ATLAS quakes A trepidation of the Spheres it makes To hear that sound from thee who in these Wars Wilt Muster Flow'rs and Lead an Host of Stars Fel. I 'll view their Camp and compt the Enemy Cla. Such a SPY is quickly spy'd I tear thy danger Fel. 'T was Wisdom put out POLYPHEMO'S Eye That Mountain of swoln Pride Come RIFALORO by thy Masters side Rif. I fear thy Anger Thou tell'st it in this AUDIENCE would'st go hid Points to the Spectators They tell it ZELIDAURA Then I 'm chid Gen. What AUDIENCE The Man dreams I go with thee Rif. Yes Let my Fellow go and I will be Thy LEIDGER here Flo Sir let me beg the Honour Fel. By no means FLORANTEO Wait upon her Fair Majesty Fear is to me unknown And mine 's a Business best perform'd alone Aside Cla. I think no less and hide my fear in vain Under the silence of my Virgin shame Fel. 'T is Fear makes Mortals peep through their disguise Unseen we 'll thrid Our Person through their Eyes Come RIFALORE Rif. Not I one of course Earth Consort with KINGS A Slave of Dunghil Birth I renounce Honesty I pray your Grace Chuse a new Fool and tye that to the PLACE Cla. Less of the LOVER than the BRAVE it shows Thy self to such wild dangers to expose Let common Soldiers hazzard in this kind VALOUR within due bounds should be confin'd Fel. If known I would not fear an Hoast of Men Though Arm'd with Fire and Horrour March on then Dangers I court and all that Dangers brings For Bullets bear a Reverence to Kings Trumpets A March Exeunt Sound Trumpets and Drums and Enter Zelidaura Claridoro Roselinda and Soldiers Zel. Now CLARIDORO on Arabian Mould We tread and have the Enemy in view Claro Since so much Beauty fights thy Cause be bould To write I CAME WAS SEEN AND DID SUBDUE Zel. Not Love but Honour made me March thus far A Queen's it is and not a Woman's War If I o'recome I 'll scorn them as I live Two Victories to Conquer and Forgive On ground that 's hard 't is easie ground to win But feet which tread upon the soft sink in Claro THE CAUSE I never ZELIDAURA scann'd It must be good which thou dost take in hand And doubt the Conquest where thou present art No more than whether I should take thy part Whose Services are Debts to thee and when Thou lett'st me pay thee one that one grows ten Thy heav'nly force is unto me so known That though great MARS in SOL's bright Armour shone I' th' adverse Camp I should not fear the day For BEAUTY stole one's Sword the other 's Ray. But for thy pardon That may spared be What greater Death than to be scorn'd by thee Enter a Captain bringing Felisbravo in the Habit of a Countrey Boor or Clown Capt. Madam This Clown who seems a SPY I bring before thy Majesty That thou from him maist draw and know The Strength and Posture of the FOE Zel. Whom see I Is 't not FELISBRAVE 'T is Anger and not Love did grave His Visage here and my Revenge's Eyes Have pick'd him out of his obscure Disguise Ros. A SPY thou well might'st think him feel He hath his Cassock lin'd with Steel A GENTLEMAN at least by this Zel. No no a Clown I 'm sure he is Speak for thy self art thou not one Fel. A Clown in my Attire alone Zel. In one thing more 'twixt me and you Thou sleep'st to One and wak'st to Two Fel. Me does your Worship know Zel. At last For there is a distance vast Betwixt a CLOWN'S Tongue and his Mind And his Faith is hard to find Fel. Dissembling words and little faith Boast they COURTLY Vices are Nothing more CLOWNISH is than wrath And Revenge that none will spare Wade not in doubts too far th' effect Of which is bitterness and rue For let me tell you to suspect Is a kind of sleeping too Do not wake JEALOUS For indeed 'T is courteous baseness and no other Nor borrow of thy Clownish Weed The MALICE that is us'd to cover He never fled who wheels about And He who born for higher Ends Did best when he lay under doubt Gallantly his Faith defends And He whose worth in ev'ry thing In this I will appeal to LAURA Proclaims him not a perfect King Deserves not to love ZELIDAURA Zel. CLOWN or SPY or what thou wilt Think not t' appease me thou art able For justifying a known Guilt With Women is impardonable Aloud Tell me Lab'ring-Man how strong Is CLARIDIANA Fel. Hear Aside Heavens how it thunders Vengeance from her Tongue Yet still 't is Musick to my Ear. Aloud ARABIA being reduc'd to her obedience She hath two Armys of old Soldiers Beat to the Trade of WAR valiant and disciplin'd In suff'ring noble and in acting bold The GODDESSE-QUEEN whose Beauty doth eclipse The brightest lustre of the mid-day Sun Comes for the GENERAL and in her alone is NARCISSUS joyn'd with SOL MARS with ADONIS From a Sphere crown'd with plumes like Summers Clouds When the Day feels a Light'ning before Death Or Gardens in the Air Arm'd with a heav'nly Anger she discovers In THETIS Body great ACHILLES's Soul Her Sword cuts more than all those of her Army Her Beauty more victorious then her Sword For where 's the life so sure that Love can pick No hole in it which would not soon surrender It self into her hands without more strife To sue out a new grant to be a life With gallant grace she traverses the Field Upon a Horse that pays the vanity Infus'd into the Bruit by his fair Burthen With mettle and with motion that keeps time His swiftness calls him DART his striking fire A THUNDER-BOLT his colour and his gate Majestick SWAN Like a SHIP under sail Tossing the foam up proudly he doth go With Plumes for Streamers ARGOSIE of Snow Zel. With great LATONA'S Off spring do not brag Least thou be turn'd t' a weeping stone Say 't is a fine fore-handed Nag That hath his paces every one And lacks to do a thousand pranks Only to have been foal'd on BETIS Banks Here 's trapping out a Horse withal my heart Why 't would make one his Bridle break SNOW SHIP SWAN STREAMERS THUNDERBOLT and DART Troth go but one step more and make him speak A Description call'st thou this In blank Verse of all