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Wits led by the nose, or, A poets revenge a tragi-comedy, as it is acted at the Theatre Royal.
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Chamberlayne, William, 1619-1689.
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and a Priests Roabes in his hand Oro. This fair Amasia was a happy hour To Rescue thee from such a Villains pow'r Lust in these Roabs so dreadful did appear Beyond an Armies strength it made me fear Ama. The Impious Villain in such Crimes did move Striving to force what he at first cal'd Love That I almost mistrusted Heav'n who gave Such sawcy Boldness to th' injurious Slave Till you my chief Protector came with aid And th' injurious Mass of sin display'd Oro. Under this Masque of Heav'n and Silver age The impious Rebel ' mongst his sins did rage The blooming beauty of a fragrant flower To crop and kill while it was in his pow'r The Slaves confession may perhaps ingage Our King in Clemency to cease his rage Those Counterplots laid to prevent your fall Though seeming Ominous may save us all These Roabs which he has so abus'd shall prove The Guardian Angel to preserve my love Ama. Run not such dangerous hazards for her sake Who knows no way to pay your favours back By the King Vow and Laws I 'm doom'd to die A minute cuts off my Mortality And then my Gratitude and Debts remain Too Great and Vast ere to pay back again Oro. All the return I ask for or desire Is but your equal love and equal fire Grant I in death may so much comfort meet To fall a Lover at Amasia's feet Ama. You had my word before and if ere Fate Changes my doom for a serener fate Before the Gods and you I vow that hour Amasia shall submit to your great pow'r Your Chains I 'le wear and give up Victory The toyles of War for brave Captivity To be o'recome by one so truly brave Makes a most Glorious Captive of your Slave Oro. Those noble Chains I 'le wear and tryumph more Then ere I did in Conquering before To be your Slave is such a pleasing fate The mighty blessing doth my fears rebate In Life or Death or smooth fac'd Victory No pleasures like this sweet Captivity Ama. We soon must part with all those joys and breath How e're I shall be happy in my death If Life with you be bliss Death must be more Since real happiness is there in store For all who do a true Loves fate deplore Oro. Think not of death first see Oroandes fall And let a sigh attend his Funeral For whilst I live no force shall reach thy heart When I am wounded in each mortal part And bleeding death about my Soul doth wait Prepare Amasia to receive thy fate Till then my pow'r and this disguise believe Either of these may bring a safe repreive Ama. Thus to prophane the holy Roabs will be A greater trouble then the loss of me Heaven will be angry at your strange pretence Oro. Heav'n cannot frown to save such innocence They what we Sacrifice injustice call Else vertue would be banish'd from us all Vertue expatiates to blot out Vice Reaching her Glorious Arms to Paradise And if we root that Angel from the Earth Our weak humanity is out of breath For that conducted by the Powers above Teaches the way to Duty and to Love Come my fair Sacrifice these Roabs can be Never prophan'd worn to deliver thee Exeunt ACT III. SCENE the Court Enter Antellus Glorianda and Guards King URge me no more the Gods have so decreed Amasia and her Brother both must bleed Glo. Consider Sir the Nature of the Crime And for my sake withdraw your Rage this time Look on Amasia's Charms and then declare If Zeal and Beauty are not both at War The Cruel Tyrant to secure his own Usurps this beauty to enrich his Throne King You sue in vain for what must be deni'd The Gods prescrib'd this way to scourge their pride Glo. Call not that Pride which was Revenge alone Nor is it Justice Sir to Kill the Son Your veng'ance scourg'd the Rebels as they flew And ev'ry factious man your Valour slew You strong Rebellion hunted out of breath Which Sir expir'd in brave Zoranzo's death King The fathers fall did but foment him more Proving a greater Rebel then before Still he grew on and in Rebellion mov'd Glo. Your self Sir by a Son would be belov'd His Fathers Death new veng'ance did implore Could he do less for one had sought before Rebellious Nature did the faction head And he fought only to revenge the Dead His Army weak wounded on ev'ry part Fought not to Conquer but Revenge their smart King Why for the bold Usurper do you move I shall grow angry and believe you love Glo. You gave me leave and made a worthy choice Brave Oroandes had my Brothers voice But he as well as I preserves a flame For dead Zoranzo's Issue King Dare you name An Act so base to love your Countries foe He dies and never shall your pashions know The Gods expect their Sacrifice with care And ' cause you shall not languish in dispair Against to morrow for their Deaths prepare Glo. What have I said that should your anger move If you will save his Life I will not love Let him but live and I 'le forget the wrong Though love is grown too pow'rful and too strong With ease to be remov'd in youth when first Kind conversation in each eye had nurst A gentle Cupid and our hearts though poor Wanting th' effects of love could love no more Down with content we by each other sate Weeping to think upon our Childish fate Till he forc'd by a Fathers pride did flie From me and honour to your Enemy Though then he lost obedience to the Crown A mutual love did our Souls Current drown Within one Silver stream and shall I now Cause his dejected state to fate doth bow Kill him with pride whose noble growth would be A joyful Harvest of felicity No let his Titles Sacrifices fall To his first Guilt his Vertue merits all King Call Treason Vertue and the Traytor just Rebellion's a desire to Rule and Lust Of Empire makes 'em break their trust ill Acts committed by success made good And Nations staggering for want of blood Drawn out by Civil strifes and unjust fears Are only debts to Nature in Arrears You know my Vow which I will ne're evade Glo. Heav'n blushes when that bloody Vow is paid If he must fall the worthiest of men Heav'n will be pleas'd with Sacrifices then My blood and his shall mount up to the Skys And feed the Nostrils of our Deities Till they in Rage to see such goodness fall Rain down our blood on veng'ance on ye all Amasia's Charms shall with such swiftness move The Gods out of meer pity from above Shall plague you all when 't is too late with Love Exit Glorianda King Amasia 's Charms shall with such swiftness move The Gods out of meer pity from above Shall plague you all when 't is too late with Love What can she mean 'T was spoke as she did spy The little Tyrant dancing in my eye Something unruly