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