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A27180	Bonduca, or, The British heroine a tragedy, acted at the Theatre Royal by His Majesty's servants, with a new entertainment of musick, vocal and instrumental : never printed or acted before.	Fletcher, John, 1579-1625.; Purcell, Henry, 1659-1695. Bonduca.; Powell, George, 1658?-1714.	1696 (1696)	Wing B1584; ESTC R17919	33,304	60

Pursu'd Abhorr'd and Loath'd by all thy fellow Creatures Com. Woman Woman Oh how I love this Pride Thou now art fit to be belov'd by me Not made to fill our Arms the Vulgar way Claud. Oh I have been to blame my foolish Tongue Betray'd the weakness of my unwary Heart Th' art Fair as Light and Innocent as Truth Royal by Birth by Nature Excellent Com. This is far more than my Revenge e'er hop'd for Not only to enjoy thy Body but Bent down thy Soul in Fear and Flattery Which feeds both my Anger and my Love Nay come your Mignion's safely laid His Sword proud Beauty will never more Be drawn in your Defence Enter Venutius Ven. Oh where Where is this proud Imperious Villain Claud. He 's here he 's here Ye Gods poor Claudia thanks you Ven. Have at thee Prince thus I salute Draws Com. Are you so hot Sir I have that Shall cool you Fight here and Comes falls Curse of your Sword You are too sure a Marks-Man Ven Farewel and tell thy fellow Devils below 'T is to Venutius's Sword thou ow'st thy Death A Fate too Noble for a Wretch like thee Com. I 'm going but leave my Curse behind me May'st thou still Love and be like me Rewarded Death Horror and Despair Where am I now Dies Claud. Come to my Arms my Hero born for Conquest Dearer and Greater in the single Combat Than all the Labours of the busie day Ha! But he bleeds O all ye Gods He bleeds Those precious drops that might redeem a Kingdom In silent pace bear his dear life away O fatal Conquest dear bought Victory O wond'rous proof of unexampl'd Love Ven. Love Yes I call the unknowing Gods to witness How much I love thee through what Seas of Danger I have ventur'd for thee Thou art that precious Diamond that glorious Prize which seated on a Rock From far hast drawn the Eyes of the Beholders I the bold Lover who in spight of Fortune By Heav'n incourag'd and Guided by my ●●ve Rode o'er the raging Waves and bore thee off Ha! Have I not What Pict shall now oppose us What Roman Sword shall interrupt our Peace The Winds are still Heaven gently smiles upon us 'T is all Serene and I am thine for ever Claud. Alas Thou Rav'st 'T is Madness all thou ut terst Help help Where now are all those Gods The Poets in their wild fancies Dreamt Were in the Woods No kinder Pow'r to hear A Virgins Pray'r No Aesculapius near or Great Apollo Ven No 't is too late I find Death's Hand upon me And feel my Soul just ready for the sally Weep not my Claudia there are Joys in store For thee and me tho' I am now no more Dies Claud. He 's dead he 's dead and in my Cause Oh thou dear Youth Winged like a Perseus for his rescu'd Andromeda Thou flew'st all Soul all Love to my Deliverance And this is thy Reward Oh where 's your Justice Heav'n when Virtue that shou'd be the Charge of God's must thus neglected thus untimely bleed And all that most deserv'd to live must die But why do I live ye Pow'rs Why gave ye us poor Lovers one Soul And not one twisted Thread of life to break and Die toget her No Venutius The Gods are Partial I 'll mend the work of Heav'n But can Tears mend it Tears the April-shower of Girls No I 'll weep Blood Enter Nennius with Soldiers Nen. Cease Madam cease by your untimely fall You 'll add to Royal Sorrow The unhappy Queen with your much Mourning Sister Are i' th' Fort by Roman Powr's immur'd nothing Remains but Death or an Ignoble Flight or Bondage Claud. Death Nennius Death Look here then talk of Life Lead on I 'll show the way and in my fall Be great as any Roman of 'em all Enter Bonvica and Julia. Bonv. Where shall the wretched Off spring of Bonduca fly To escape those dismal Screams of Horror That fill the Britains Ears Oh whetched Mother Unhappy Sister More unhappy I Their Courage makes th' appoach of Death Seem pleasing But I have the true fearful Soul of Woman and wou'd not quit the World Julia call Lucius and bid him bring his Lute Fain wou'd I leave this dire consuming Melancholy Enter Lucius with a Lute Luc. I 'd have the Song you taught me last I fear I do resemble now the Swan That Sings before its Death Second SONG by Miss Cross OH Lead me to some Peaceful Gloom Where none but sighing Lovers come Where the shrill Trumpets never sound But one Eternal Hush goes round There let me sooth my pleasing Pain And never think of War again What Glory can a Lover have To Conquer yet be still a Slave After the Song enter Messenger Mess Madam the Queen expects you on the Walls Your Sister with you the Roman Pow'rs Are all come down with Fury ' gainst the Castle Bonv. Then then farewel to this World I see I see my Fate direct before me My Mothers Fury greater than the Romans Presents me Death in a thousand various forms Oh all ye Britain Powers Oh great Andate Pity my Youth Oh Mercy Mercy Mercy Exit Appear Bonduca Claudia Nennius and Bonvica above Bond. Now Claudia now Bonvica O my Children Is the time come to shew your constant Valours Think not my Girls we will be Slaves to Rome No we will shew these Lords o' th' World these Romans How they shou'd die with Honour Hark! They come since we must fall fall bravely Enter Suetonius Junius Decius Demetrius Curius and Soldiers Suet. Bring up the Catapults and shake the Walls We will not be out-brav'd thus Bond. Shake the Earth You cannot shake our Souls Bring up your Rams And with their Armed Heads make the Fort totter You do but rock us into Death Dec. Yield Noble Queen Bond. I 'm unacquainted with that Language Romans Suet. Yield Honour'd Lady and expect our Mercy We love thy Nobleness Exit Decius Bond. I thank ye you say well But Mercy and Love are sins in Rome and Hell Suet. You cannot scape our Strength you must Yield Lady you must adore and fear the Power of Rome Bond If Rome be Earthly why shou'd any Knee With Bending Adoration Worship her She 's Vicious and your partial selves confess Aspires the height of all Impiety Therefore 't is fitter I shou'd Reverence The Thatcht Houses where the Britains dwell In careless Mirth where the best Houshold Gods See nought but chaste and simple Purity 'T is not high Pow'r that makes a place Divine But sacred Thoughts in holy Bosoms stor'd Make People Noble and the place Ador'd Exit Decius Suet. Beat the Wall deeper Bond. Beat it to the Center We will not sink one Thought Bonv. O Mother These are fearful Hours Speak gently To these fierce Men they will afford us pity Bond. Pity thou fearful Girl 'T is for those Wretches That Misery makes tame Would'st thou live less Wast thou not Born a Princess Can my

for sake me now Heng. O Uncle Uncle I feel I cannot stay long Yet I 'll fetch it to keep your Noble Life Uncle I am heart-whole and wou'd live Cara. Thou sha't long I hope Heng. But my Head Uncle Methinks the Rock goes round Don't you hear the noise of Bells Cara. Of Bells Boy 'T is thy fancy Alas thy Body's full of Wind. Heng. Methinks Sir they ring a strange sad Knell A Preparation to some near Funeral of State Nay weep not my own sweet Uncle You will kill me sooner Car. O my poor Chicken Heng. Fie faint-hearted Uncle Come tie me in your Belt and let me down Car. I 'll go my self Boy Heng. No as you love me Uncle I will not eat if I do not fetch it The danger only I desire pray tie me Cara. I will and all my Care hang over thee Come Child my Valiant Child Heng. Let me down apace Uncle And you shall see how like a Daw I 'll whip it From all their Policies for 't is most certain A Roman Train and you must hold me sure too You 'll spoil all else when I have got it Uncle We 'll be as merry Cara. Go i' th' Name of Heaven Boy Heng. Quick quick Uncle I have it Oh! Cara. What ail'st thou Heng. O my best Uncle I am slain Cara. I see ye and Heaven direct my Hand Destruction go with thy Coward Soul How do'st thou Boy O Villain Villain Villain Heng. O Uncle Uncle How it pricks me Am I preserv'd for this Extreamly pricks me Cara. Coward Rascal Coward Dogs eat thy Flesh Heng. O! I bleed hard I faint too upon 't How sick I am the Lean Rogue Uncle Cara. Look Boy I have laid him sure enough Heng. Have ye knockt his Brains out Cara. I warrant thee from stirring more Chear up Child Heng. Hold my Sides hard stop stop O wretched Fortune Must we part thus Still I grow sicker Uncle Cara. Heaven look upon this Noble Child Heng. I once hoped I shou'd have liv'd to have met these bloody Romans At my Swords point to have Reveng'd my Father's To have beaten ' em O hold me hard Uncle Cara. Thou sha't live still I hope Boy Heng. I wou'd live a little longer Spare me Heavens but only to thank you For your tender Love Good Uncle Good Noble Uncle weep not Cara. O my Chicken My Dear Boy What shall I loose Hen. Why a Child that must have Dy'd however Had this escaped me Feaver or Famine I was Born to Die Sir Cara. But thus unblown my Boy Hen. I shall go the streighter my Journey to the Gods Sure I shall know when you come Uncle Cara. Yes Boy Heng. And I hope we shall enjoy together That Great Blessedness you told me of Cara. Most certain Child Heng. I grow Cold my Eyes are going Cara. Lift 'em up Heng. Pray for me and Noble Uncle when my Bones are Ashes think of your little Nephew Mercy Cara. Mercy you Blessed Angels take him Heng. Kiss me so farewel farewel Dies Cara. Farewel the Hopes of Britain Thou Royal Graft farewel farewel Time and Death you have done your worst Fortune now see now proudly pluck off this Veil And view thy Triumph Look look What thou hast brought this Land to O Fair Flower How lovely yet thy Ruins show How sweetly even Death embraces thee The Peace of Heav'n the Followship of all Great Souls be with thee Enter Suetonius Petilius with Roman Soldiers Suet. Yield thee bold Caratach by all the Gods I swear As I 'm a Soldier as I envy thee I 'll use thee like thy self th' Valliant Britain Petil. Brave Soldier yield Thou Stock of Arms and Honour Thou filler of the World with Fame and Glory Suet. Excellent Britain do me but that honour That more to me than Conquest that true happiness To be my Friend Car. O Romans See what here is 〈…〉 Boy liv'd Suet. For Fame's sake forthy Sw 〈…〉 As thou desir'st to build thy Virtues 〈…〉 Car. No Roman No! I wear 〈…〉 Soul A Soul too great for Slav'ry 〈…〉 Boy My dear lov'd Hengo From thy 〈…〉 down Behold the last of thy great Race 〈…〉 ing Suetonius view this little Cas 〈…〉 By Roman Rapine Robb'd of all his Wealth A fair rich Soyl that Precious Royal Gem By Fate 's too Barbarous Hand untimely snatcht These Tears I sacrifice to thee my Boy But to my Queen and my unhappy Country This richer Purple Stream my Blood I give Suet. O thou too envy'd Miracles of Worth What bast thou done Nas Rome too poor a Mistress To Wed thee to her Arms Not one Charm In all her Courting Smiles and Proffer'd Lawrels Car. Rome Sir ah no! She bids a Price too small To Bribe me into Life my bleeding Country Calls me to Nobler Wreaths and in her Fall To mount a Star in Albion's long long Night And when her Caratach dies in such a Cause A British Tomb outshines a Roman Triumph Suet. Prodigious Virtue Car. Out-live my Country's Liberty Shall Caratach dare but to think that Thought Now Britain is all yours but as my Blood From this small Fountain flows grant me one Favour Lay this Young British Rose Cropt in the Bud Close by my side and since the World your own Spare us but Earth enough to cover o'er These small Remains and I shall ask no more Dies Suet. That Hollow'd Relick Thou Rich Diamond Cut with the own Dust Thou for whose wide Fame The would appears too narrow all Man's thought Had they all Tongues too silent Thus I bow To thy most Honoured Ashes tho' an Enemy Yet Friend to all thy Worths Sleep peaceably Happiness Crown thy Soul and in thy Earth Some Lawrel fix his Seat there grow and Flourish And make thy Grave an Everlasting Triumph Farewel all Glorious Wars now thou art gone All Noble Battels Maintain'd in Thirs 〈…〉 and not of Blood Farewel for ever No 〈…〉 please Bear off the Noble 〈…〉 a File High as Olimpus that may 〈…〉 wonder To see a Star on Earth o 〈…〉 O ever Lov'd and ever L 〈…〉 Thy Honour'd and most 〈…〉 Memory EPILOGUE Spoken by Miss DENNY CHOCK But Six Years Old WELL now to speak a Good Word for the Play Dear Gallants but alass What can I say I am too Young for your kind Smiles to pray When we ask Favours Naughty Men from you We must be Old enough to grant 'em too Old Pray how Old O Yes our Cupid's Darts Must first be Feather'd e're we shoot at Hearts But these weak Eyes too feeble Charms 't is true You may look Babies there but that won't do We must be able to make Babies too Who knows what Charms I have I hear A Gentle Story whisper'd in your Ear Has that strange power nay Sirs if that will get ye You 'll find that I can prattle very pretty You heard me t'other Day in Young Queen Betty Such Honey-words such dear soft words I 'll call Say such fine things if saying will do all Ah no the soft white Birds that sing to you Must be grown up to Bill as well as Cooe And I 'm too small to win your Hearts that way But tho' I 'm yet too Young for Turtles play By your warm Suns a Blooming Flower I 'll grow And keep my Rose-bud for your Smiles to Blow FINIS A Catalogue of some Plays Printed for 〈◊〉 〈…〉 tley in Russel-street in Covent Garden BEaumont and Fletcher s Plays In all 51. in large Fol. Mr. Shakespear's Plays In one large Fol. Volume containing 43 Plays Mr. Nathaniel Lee's Plays In one Volume Mr. Otway's Plays In one Volume Mr. Shadwel's Plays In one Volume Mr. Dryden's Plays In two Volumes His other Poems One Volume more A. 1 All mistaken or the mad Couple 2 Alexander the Great 3 Andromache 4 Ambitious Statesman or the Loyal Favourite 5 Virtue Betray'd or Anna-Bullen 6 Abdellazor or the Moor's Revenge 7 Amorous Prince 8 Amends for Ladies 9 Albumazor 10 Amboyna a Tragedy 11 All for Love or the World well lost 12 Aurinzeb or the Great Mogul 13 Assignation or Love in a Nunnery B. 14 Brutus of Alba. 15 Byron's Conspiracy 1st Part. 16 Byron's Conspiracy 2d Part. 17 Banditti or the Lady in distress 18 Busey d'Ambois C. 19 Cambyses King of Persia a Tragedy 20 Chances a Comedy altered by the Duke of Buckingham 21 Cleomenes or the Spartan Heroe 22 Caesar Borgia 23 Country Wit 24 Calisto or the Chast Nymph 25 Country Wife 26 City Politicks 27 Constantive 28 Common-wealth of Women 29 Counterf 〈…〉 30 Caius Marius D. 31 Darius King of Persia a Tragedy 32 Dramatick 〈◊〉 by Mr. Dryden 33 Destruction of Jerusalem in two Parts 34 Duke of G●ise 35 Dutch Lovers 36 Duke of 〈◊〉 37 Disappointment E. 38 Epsome-Wells 39 English Monsieur 40 Esquire Old Sap or the Night Adventures 41 Essex and Elizabeth or the Unhappy Favourite 42 Empress of Morocco 43 Evening Love or Mock Astrologer F. 44 Forc'd Marriage or the Jealous Bridegroom 45 The Fond Husband or Plotting Sisters 46 Fool turn'd Critick 47 The Fatal Wager 48 Fatal Jealousie 49 False Count. G. 50 Gentleman Dancing Master 51 Generous Enemies or the Rediculous Lovers 52 Gloriana or the Court of Augustus Caesar 53 Grateful Servant