kind And pitty my hard Fate When you behold My panting Breast laid open and that Heart Where my dear Lord once raign'd all torn and mangled Will you look Pale and with a trembling Sigh Let a kind Pearl fall trickling srom your Eye Say Will you do all this for poor Olizia Phil. Not do all this for thee When the dire Monster Dares wreak his Barbarous Vengeance in thy Veins Thy sacred Veins and the unthinking Gods Dare see it done Shall not I mourn for thee Doubt not that Pious Tribute of my Eyes Shall not my Dew fall at thy Setting Sun Not weep to see thee Bleed I 'le make my Eyes Start from their Sphears to view that killing Object And when thy Sweetness Draws near to Heav'n my fainting bleeding Heart Shall just keep Life enough to break with thine Oliz. Then you 'll be kind indeed Now Murderers welcom Bringing all your Torturing Racks Thy gentle Pity Will vanquish all the Pains of Execution Who would not dye to be deplored by Thee To have thy Sighs thy Tears thy Love Like ministring-Angels mount me to the Skyes Phil. Since my best Saint it is by Fate ordain'd That thou must dye for me and for my sake Thy faithful fearless Love dares boldly set With so much beauteous chearful Light about it Hear my last Vow Kneels Ye Gods if in this little Short Glass of Life I breath one Sigh to ought But fair Olizia If my flaming Heart Blow the least Spark to any other Breast Shut your Bright Gates against me Banish me From the blest Realms of her Immortal Day Expell'd for ever from her Heav'n and Yours Panthea now shall haunt my Thoughts no more Thee and Thee only I 'le in Death adore Oliz. My kindest Lord now with full Tides of Joy I can meet Death since Death has made you mine My Soul 's all Rapture all Delight Grim Death Whose Ghastly Visage frights the trembling VVorld And comes with hollow Eyes and ratling Bones To me 's all Gay and with a Charming Smile Doe's with sweet VVreaths and flow'ry Garlands come My Bridal-Pleasures blossom on my Tomb. Phil. Now you transport my ravish't Sense too high The worth of Ages and thy Sexes Glory Is all sum'd up in Thee And Must you dye Must this Celestial Light fall like a Meteor And this blooming Spring fade like a wither'd Autumn Must this fair Book of Life writ by the Hand of Heav'n The Legend of a God be all defaced And must I see it done Oh dearest Madame I never was a Coward till this minute Oliz. How Sir Phil. I cannot must not dare not fee you dye Better th' whole Sex beside were all extinguish't Their worthless Beauties shuffled in the Dust And thou the only God-like VVoman left T' uphold the VVorld Oh Gentlemen if Beauty And Innocence can ever move Compassion Look on that Form say Shall that Bosom bleed Perform a Deed worthy a Chronicle Turn all your Swords against her Tyrants Heart But if Reward can only make you Good Propose a Ransom that may buy her Life I 'le pay it at the Price of all my Fortunes Treasures and Honors all I have on Earth And if that ben't enough to pay the Sum I 'le be your Slave sell me to make it up Oh save her Nay if you 'd be Saints Stars Angels Save her and you 'll deserve to be 'em all Enter Lysandra Lys. That Glorious Task must be assign'd to me 'T is I that bring her Life and Liberty Phil. Oh guard me guard me some Immortal Pow'r Aside Those Eyes could never blast me till this Hour Lys. Gentlemen let this Signet satisfy you Shews a Ring to the Villains That I have wrought the angry Prioce to Mercy And have obtain'd your Prisoners Lives Pardons With-draw they 're now my Charge Exeunt Villians Oliz. Saved by Lysandra Lys. By a long Seige of Tears l 've calm'd his Fury And crusht the Snake that twin'd about his Heart-strings Oliz How can the study of that Life you 've given me Requite my kind Protectress generous Maid Lys. Ballance your Deeds with mine and but remember How you preserved my threaten'd Honor from A Ravisher and you 've done more for me Oliz. Now my dear Lord raise your dejected Head I shall not Bleed all the rough Storm is fled Why do you start shake and look pale Is her Kind News unwelcom Can my rescued Life Displease you Sure it can't But if it does Alas Sir let not that your Trouble give I will dye still if you 'd not have me live Phil. No Madam Live and Live to be Adored Let the Converted Sex learn Love from thee Not place their gaudy Amorous Delights In loose Desires gay Dayes and wanton Nights Let 'em Perform thy Hymeneal Rites Stand the great Shock of Wracks and Death unmoved Walk upon burning Irons Tread on Graves And keep their Bridals on a Funeral-Pile When they dare do all this for Love they 'll be Fit Votaries great Saint to Kneel to Thee Lys. And would not I your lost despised Panthea Have suffer'd all these Pains for you Oliz. Panthea Art thou the Fatal Fair Belov'd Panthea And Do's she Live Have you deceived me thus Was all your Mighty Love your Sighs and sears The Charming Rhetorick of your Tender Eyes A meer Delusion to undo the poor Olizia Oh my Fall I that just now Wrapt in my blest Imagination stood Upon the Highest Pinacle of Heav'n Am in one Minute lower than the Grave Phil. I do confess I told you She was Dead Said any thing to raise your drooping Spirits But that was all my Treason Tho I knew Panthea liv'd and liv'd to call me Perjur'd In all the Passion I exprest for you By all that 's Good my Sighs and Love was True Oliz. And Would you Cheat me still Phil. By all the Powers Oliz. Speak not one word in your Defence No Sir you cou'd not did not cannot Love me And Does she Live You 've doom'd a Wretched Soul to endless Torments And 't is beyond the Pow'r of Fate to save me Phil. Ah Madam if there 's Faith on Earth and Truth Among the Gods I swear Oliz. Oh Sir no more And Cruel Rival was it not enough You 'd seiz'd his Heart and ravish't all my Right But in the Pleasantest and Sweetest Dream When his dissembling Tears had made me think His Love was True and the Fair Apparition Presented to my Thoughts the gilded Walks And painted Scenes of Paradise making Me scorn the Drossie World just when I came To Dye and be born upon Angels Wings You most Inhumanely have saved my Life And waked me from my Visionary Treasures To find my self a Beggar Lys. Do not think I had such base and mean Designs No Madam Oliz. Canst thou Dissemble too No 't is too plain But do not vainly think I 'le poorly live To bow my Neck to thy Triumphant Chariot Let me but take one Look from those dear Eyes And now false World
Why His Fortunes Were not so large but that the great Lord Lysias Had Treasures Favors Honors to bestow Such as might dazle a much surer Friend Were you not sensible that Lord had Courted her For many Years and when he saw her Beauty Design'd your Prize no doubt his slighted Passion Converted to Revenge and to strike home And blast your whole Lifes Peace he chose your Confident Your own best Friend t'administer the Poyson Art I thank you for your galless soft Morality But I have at present no such Gentle Thoughts About me to be preach'd into a Convert Cor. Had I been you I would have search'd the World T' have found that Impious Lord and when I had fixt His perjur'd Soul low as that Hell that had Inspired it I 'de have brought his Canker'd Heart And laid it at her Feet and then received Her spotless Honor in my longing Bosom Prized her above my Life loved her next Heaven Not left her so inhumanly as you did Art Yes Madam had we liv'd i' th' Golden-Age When Milk and Herbs were th' only Riotous food Then Women were not pampered into Lust Then Man 's more temperate blood had less gall in 't And then your Morals might be practicable Cor. Was ever such a Cruel Temper heard But she has rewarded that your Barbarity And fixt that Mirtle Wreath which your unkindness Had forfeited on a deserving Brow Art How Cozen Cor. She has taken the advantage Of that false Fame that told us you were dead Art Married agen Cor. Indeed 't was much unlucky But 't is no more than you deserved Art How Married Confusion on her hot rank burning Blood Death Married Now did I not tell thee Gobrias What precious Saints are Women Cursed Women Married agen Damn her Cor. What have I done Aside Consider 't was your Fault Do not blame her You left her basely left her all in Tears And as a just Reward for your Unkindness We had been long confirm'd that you were lost And Dead Art And she like a sad Widow drank My Funeral-Wine on her new Wedding night Confound the Syren Cor. Oh forbear this Fury Consider 't was a Sin of Ignorance Nor is her Error any lawless Love Her Love at worst has only Marryed and You know that Marriages are writ in Heaven Art Yes they 're writ there so are Wars Plagues Famines So all the Engines of the Sky th' Events Of Thunders Comets Earthquakes Deluges Design'd from the Foundation of the World To ruin Mankind are all writ in Heav'n Cor. Oh my rash foolish Tongue Art Marryed Accursed Woman By this Hand The Sex is all Perdition wild as Storms And Ravenous as the Grave Their Breath is Wild-Fire Their Eyes are Meteors and their Arms are Quick-Sands And whil'st those lead the wandring Fool astray 'T is these devour him Is there a Destroyer Like Impudent Inconstant Perjur'd Infamous Infernal VVoman VVoman damn'd the VVorld Her Treason drown'd it and her Lust will burn it When Nature shall all blaze and the Poles crack Hell gape and all its Sulphurous Mines burst out T is only Woman that must light the Fire-brands Cor. Oh horror what a Tempest have I rais'd Dear Sir no more cease this mad Rage Art I 've done Oh thou hot-Blooded and insatiate VVitch By Heav'ns I question if a VVomans Lust E're dyes but only when her putrid Carkass As rotten as her Soul is housed in Earth The Brutal-Monster makes a Resurrection And turns a Succubus to play her Game out Cor. Barbarian Why this Storm against poor Women Art I 'll tell you the Design of their Creation When the Apostate-Angels ward with Heav'n And all their Pride and Impudence was grown Too fierce for Chains to bind or Hell to tame Heav'n in meer Policy Invented Woman-kind to match the Devil Marryed again Perdition seize her Soul How she distracts me Cor. Why this Furious Raving Art I Rave You wrong me by this Light not I A Phlegmatick Philosopher in 's Tub VVould preach as much as this is But dear Cozen For once I will be calm and reason with you After I went away How long was she In choosing this New Mate to fill my Place Cor. VVhen you had deserted her she offered all Her Prayers for your Return courted the Sea To bring you back agen was that true Mourner Art Was that true Witch that rais'd the wind that sunk me Cor. Inhumane Offers to go Art I have done Go on dear Cozen. Cor. And for that impious Lord that had abused her A hundred times upon her Knees I 've heard her Call Heav'n t'attest her Innocence Art No doubt on 't That 's th' only use that Women make of Heav'n To be Fore-sworn by 't Cor. Barbarous Man farewel This Blasphemy's too horrid Offers to go Art Stay Corrinna I 'le be all Gentleness not speak one word That shall offend you Cor. Learn then t' have a sense Of her wrong'd Vertue and your groundless Rage When you 'd forsaken her her Greatness seem'd Without her dearest Lord to share it with her A Burden not an Ornament of Life Then leaving all her Treasures all her State Abjured like a poor Pilgrim she deserted Her hated Pallace And in that Retirement When she had long heard your Death and truly paid you For two long Years a pious Widows Sighs At last this Gentleman Art Revived her Spirits And Did she hold Two Years full two whole Years Before she Marryed him In that long time How many Grooms and Pages had she tired Cor. Go bruitish Infidel thou deservest thy Fate But what have I pull'd down Methinks I see In his wild Looks Revenge like Trains of Ruine Against the poor Olizias Life prepar'd Let me who caused her Danger be her Guard Exit Art Oh Gobrias What has my Frenzy done This subtle Devil will out-wit me Alarm Th'Adulterors and put 'em on their Guard But fly take the Advantage of the Night O're-take her Seize her Bind her Gag her any thing So you but keep that noisy Engine silent Exit Gobrias running after Corinna Enter Pyrgus Who have we here some kind Night-walking Pander Pyrgus Pyr. Prince Artaban Art Thou art surprized To see thy Lord alive Pyr. I 'm all Amazement My wondring Senses Art Come suppress thy Wonder Thou hast stranger Prodigies t' admire at Home Pyrgus I left thee Honest Brave and Faithful Pyr. And Sir I 'm no ill Steward of that Honesty You left with me I have improved not lessen'd it Art I thank thee Pyrgus I have a Business for thee Which if thou darest perform Pyr. Which if I dare not Curse both my Cowardize and my Ingratitude Speak your Commands and use my Life to serve you I ow't you as the Author of my Fortunes Art Kind Pyrgus Know then I 've deceived the World And by the help of a Disguise return'd Safe and unknow to any but thy self My faithful Gobrias and the false Corinna But I have spoyl'd her Rhetorick for some Few Minutes
Having stopt her Ravens-Croak I must obtain thy Art and Int'rest To introduce me safe and privately Into your Ladies Bed-Chamber Pyr. I 'le do 't Art Do and I 'le make thee happy do and make me Thy Vassal To behold 'em Kissing Courting Embracing Oh How that dear Scene transports me Now Sorceress I 'le countermine your Charms And whil'st she fryes in her warm Satyres Arms I 'le make her Veins with a new Poyson swell And put her in a Sweat more hot than Hell Exeunt Finis Actus Secundus ACT THE THIRD Philander and Olizia in a Bed-Chamber Oliz. HAve I not yet deserved your Heart unkind Philander I have a mighty Sum to reckon with you Phil. And 't is a Debt I am too poor to pay Let me but count it up then blush and Dye The Trojan Youth whose dazled Eyes survey'd Three tempting Courting Goddesses at once Did not behold thy Worth The fair Olizia Has in her all their Deities Their Charms Beauty Wit Glory are united here Oliz. Oh Sir lay by this airy flattering Style Yet you speak kindly and there is some Bliss In a kind word to her that has no more Phil. Mirror of Goodness Thou art all Divine And he that should embrace such infinite Charms Ought to be Lord of all th' united Graces That Lover e're possest Greatness should wait Upon his Birth and Honor on his Sword And to Crown all his undivided Soul Should be entirely thine whil'st no less Lights Should shine before thy Sun But I poor I Unworthy far unworthy want all these And for thy Wrongs and my Ingratitude When my just Grief has bow'd me to the Dust And the kind Grave has purged my Dross away Thy Love I only can in Heav'n repay Oliz. Can't you be Just unless you Dye Nor must You love me 'till we meet among the Stars 'T is very hard Yet 't is some Joy to think I shall find Love in Heav'n For I 've but little here Phil. Oh matchles Sweetness And thou cruel Heart Since my Pantheas Pow'r has harden'd thee To that Inflexible and stubborn Marble Aside Too stiff to kneel to this Celestial Creature Own own the Cause of thy Impiety Cheat her no more but say Panthea Lives Dear Madam I 've a sad Truth to tell you Oliz. And is it sad dear Sir Out with it then For since th' unkind Philander will not love me All that is Sad all that is Miserable Should center here Phil. More weight to my Confusion Yet I must speak Oliz. What would you say Phil. Dear Madam Suppose that Oliz. What That you have got some other Dear Ghost besides Pantheas Alas You need no more her Pow'r alone 's too Great And whil'st For her cold Shade you from my Arms retire Her Ashes have more Lustre than my Fire Phil. Now you present my Guilt in all its Horrors But Madam whil'st I gaze on this bright Glory And stand like a Damn'd Soul that 's placed within The Sight of Paradise and must not enter Impute it to a strange commanding Cause Imagine that the lost Panthea lives Oliz. Panthea lives Then Gods shut in your Day Light and the World and all your Joyes farewel There wanted but this Stroke This dreadful Word Has all the wounds Despair and Death can give Swoons away Phil. What have I done The killing Sound has closed Her fainting Eyes her Rosy Sweet's shut up Like a be-nighted Flow'r She 's gone She 's gone My dearest sweetest kindest Life return Return and keep thy mourning Slave alive Revive look up open those orient Lights And take my Sighs my Soul into thy Eyes Oliz. Why do you wake me Now Panthea lives You should be kind and give me Leave to dye Let my Heart break do let it break Since she Fills all your Soul there is no Room for me Swoons agen Phil. She 's gone agen Return dear Saint return Look up and live It is not I alone That call thee back the Gods themselves invite thee Oliz. Why do you raise me from Death's gentle Sleep And force a poor lost wretched thing to live You ne're were truly Cruel till this Hour Oh let me dye I dye to make you Happy Then your Panthea may possess you all Go to her Sir and tell her when I 'm Dead And laid aside forgotten in the Dust Shee needs not fear a Rival Then she may safely please her Loved Philander Meet your kind Looks and fill those dear dear Arms And like a Star all Glorious all Divine Rise in that Heav'n where I must never shine Phil. Talk not of Death Live to inrich the Universe Live to bless me Alas I only said She Lived to try your Courage Oliz. Was that all Phil. Ah that my Pity should make me a Traytor But Is it Treason to preserve a Life So Precious No she cannot must not dye If Love can save her Oliz. But Sir Are you sure Panthea does not Live Phil. Name her no more All that is Excellent all that 's Divine Lives in thy Arms Fixt in that glorious Sphear Let me look down on poor and abject Mortals Oliz. My kind dear Lord What a bright Change is here Did you then only fright my Soul away To call it back again with such blest Musick Phil. Dear Divinity Shall I like an unsatisfyed dull Fool Be willful blind to such Tryumphant Bliss Or like young Alexander's mad Ambition Idly and wildly rave for other VVorlds VVhen I have all all Natures VVealth in Thee No my best Life Embracing her Enter Artaban and Pyrgus Pyr. Stand there Your Slaves are ready Exit Art Patience ye Gods Hold hold my boyling Blood Oh! 't were a rare and excellent Revenge To joyn their Hearts on my Swords Point as close As their Engendring Lips Oliz. VVhat Man art thou Art One that comes hither to behold a Sight VVould damn a Saint and blast a Basilisk To see two brooding Vipers mix their Poysons And a lascivious lewd Adult'ress burn VVith Lust far more tempestuous Flames far hotter Than that great Day when the Young Charioteer Misled the Sun and set the World on Fire Look here Have you forgot this Face Undisguises Oliz. Confusion Oh dreadful Is Artaban Alive Phil. Ha! is he Risen from a Grave Oliz. Who waits there Art Stir not a Foot and stop your idle Clamors Lest my winged Fury launch your bloated Soul Into those Lakes of Everlasting Brimstone And antedate your just your just Damnation Oliz. To see you Live is no small wonder But As you deserted me a True Barbarian I have no hopes you are return'd a Convert It is not VVinds or Seas or Change of Air Can tame a Savage or can calm a Tyger Go on then Sir VVhat Death is 't I must dye Art Dye By this Light a Question worth disputing And it would puzle an Ingenious Artist T' invent a way to kill thee For by Fire Or VVater 't is impossible to do 't Betwixt thy Falshood and thy flowing Lust Thou art too