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A35280
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The destruction of Jerusalem by Titus Vespasian in two parts : as it is acted at the Theatre Royal / written by Mr. Crowne.
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Crown, Mr. (John), 1640?-1712.
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1677
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Wing C7385; ESTC R3041
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own Phr. How wretched Lands with Fables overflown From Mountains of the Moon and Springs unknown With Mud of falshood rank their fertile Earth Give nothing else but Priests and Prophets birth Clar. When men by miracles the truth display We may believe what miracles will say Phr. Workers of miracles I least believe Men love By-ways who have design to thieve Clar. But it some Faith in us may justly breed When what they do does Natures pow'r exceed Phr. Nature 's an Ocean endlesly profound Where Line cou'd never yet discover ground We only see what on the surface swim And what we often see we ne're esteem If one by chance a Monster brings to shore The Monster we admire the Fisher more Clar. Supposing secret skill such feats cou'd shew Can men by any Art events foreknow What eye can have a prospect of events Through a long Wood of various accidents Chance can no more shew what will come to pass Then things remote a broken Optick glass Yet have our Sacred Prophets often here Drawn Maps of future things so plain and clear That after-ages have unsoil'd untorn Found their own Pictures drawn e're they were born None cou'd display 'em but the Heav'nly mind Where all th' Idea's are at first design'd Phr. None knows how much may by the Stars be guest Or on th' imagination be imprest But you ne're find in draughts so much ador'd More then dead colours daub'd and features scor'd Which with some small addition may with ease Be drawn to what resemblances you please Clar. Have you of life to come no hope or fear Phr. Why more of that then the Platonick year I 'le never toyl after a state unknown Clar. But you shou'd search for fear there shou'd be one Prudence all ills that may be does prevent Phr. Then prudence will not lose firm Continent To rove the Seas in an imprudent chace Of floating Isles and some Inchanted place Clar. But such a place is worthy to be sought And were there none yet Heaven 's a pleasant thought Phr. It may like Poetry the mind employ In idle intervals of active joy But I 'le not all my life a dreaming lye Whilst solid pleasures run neglected by Whilst to uncertain cares my thoughts I give Lose what I 'm sure of and forget to live Clar. Where do you think you after death shall dwell Phr. 'Mong a rude heap of things where none can tell I had my self at no request of mine And I 'le as gen'rously my being resign How I came it ne're disturbs my head Nor what I shall be when I once am dead Clar. Then your brave self must you for ever lose Phr. I wou'd not a new Lease of life refuse Cou'd I the deed obtain by any Art Clar. Oh Heav'ns methinks you shou'd not seek to put Were it from me alone so soon as death And leave me wandring on wild Natures Heath When we from these poor Cottages are thrown Having no dwellings and desiring none Phr. For a new life I on high Rent wou'd stand But I 'le mean while enjoy my present Land I will improve it till I 've tir'd the clods Then for new Acres I wou'd thank the Gods But let us this fantastick talk give o're These Fairy thoughts shall pinch thy soul no more Let us not think of Lands remote unknown But eat the Fruits and Spices of our own Enter Phedra Phed. Parthian Commanders wait without to bring Tidings of great concernment to their King Ex. Phra. Clar. That Heav'n such cost on a brave mind shou'd lay On no design but to be cast away SONG COme pious Mourner pray no more But let the Gods alone You favours endlesly implore But will be granting none Can you expect from any King To gain whate're you crave Who dare when you your offerings bring Torment and wound his Slave You ask of Heav'n Eternal Crowns As your devotions due And yet can wound me with your frowns For asking smiles of you Asunder let 's no longer stray But both devotions joyn Let us when dead be sav'd your way But whilst we live in mine Is e're I to a soul am pin'd I gain the thing I sought I 'le be content to be all mind To act it o're in thought Admit me to the place of bliss To Love's divine abodes And we will laugh at Paradise And not be Saints but Gods Enter Phraartes with some Parthian Commanders Phr. Brave men for the most glorious news you bring Challenge the love and friendship of your King My drooping Fate is now reviv'd again to Clar. My Crown 's restor'd and the Usurper slain My people weary of the Villain grown Of him and Roman pride have cleans'd my Throne My conqu'ring Army near the Town is come And wait to guard me hence in triumph home These gallant men who have the tidings brought At the last Storm to Town their passage fought Now I 'm in sight of Love's fair promis'd Land I see the shining of the Golden Sand. Clar. I never shall be able to deny aside That I cou'd save my innocence and dye Phr. She falls she vanquisht falls into my arms To conqu'ring Love resigning all her charms Can any happiness compare with mine 'T is wretched sure to be a Pow'r Divine And not the joys of happy Lovers know Wou'dst thou my dearest be an Angel now Oh how the moments sweetly slide away But yet I must be wretched for a day Who waits did you not say my Troops had none Whose guidance they might safely trust to Town Parth. No Jewish Guides cou'd any where be found The Romans Troops spread ninety furlongs round Phr. I 'le Salley out to day and be their Guide I dare in no man but my self confide These Troops of mighty consequence are grown My Fortunes all depend on them alone But oh that I cou'd build a Tow'r of Brass Through which the force of Thunder cou'd not pass My Love from danger safely to inclose For I am fearfull of each wind that blows Lest it shou'd breath too rudely on my dear Then how much more shall I in absence fear The cruel Enemy I dare not go Clar. Obliging kindness in your stay you shew But if misfortune shou'd befall your men Both wou'd in danger be of ruine then Phr. And has my dangers in thy thoughts a part Who can express the pleasures of my heart The only place of strength within our pow'r Remaining now is Queen Mariamne's Tow'r Shall I entrust thee there till my return Clar. There for your absence I will sadly mourn Phr. Then will you think on me Clar. I will indeed Phr. And will you wish me back again with speed Clar. For swift return and Victory I 'le pray Phr. How shall I do to force my self away Do not look on me lest I never go This is the hardest work Love has to do Come to the Tow'r that must my Love receive And there I 'le take a momentany leave Then like the Monarch o' the
Excuse my crime and all my grief declare Implore her my retirement to forgive Tell her I cannot see her go and live And if to reign in my ungratefull breast Her rigorous Fate can sweeten in the least Tell her that I deserted and alone Even an Imperial exile in my Throne To my own self more hatefull then to her The name of Lover to my Tomb will bear That all my life will be in sorrow spent And all my Reign a glorious banishment Ex. The Scene changes to the Queens Tent. Enter Berenice and Monobasus Ber. How Sir have I under the name of Friend These many months a Lover entertain'd Mon. Let it not Madam your displeasure move That I presume t' inform you of my Love Till now in humble duty I supprest The tort'ring secret till it burnt my breast My bosom better cou'd have fire retain'd It wou'd have less my scorching vitals pain'd Ber. Suppose your passion great as you express What did encourage you to this address Durst you once hope you entertain'd should be Or find the least encouragement from me Mon. My passion never yet so bold has been It were less vain to ask the Gods to sin Yet were it possible for you to erre Torments and death I wou'd much rather bear Then you one moment should unhappy be And place your heart on one so low as me Ber. Good Heav'n then what design cou'd you propose Did you this secret for no end disclose Mon. To ease my soul was all I did design Ber. Wou'd it had been in any breast but mine Now I not only must ungratefull seem But all past services must crimes esteem Against my nature my just debts disown Nay I must punish you for what y 'ave done And oh good Heav'n what starts into my thought aside I 've found what has this change in Titus wrought I 've been too lavish in this Strangers praise That that did this disorder in him raise Sir you have ruin'd me have friendship shewn To make my fate as wretched as your own To save my life you have your Sword employ'd And all the comforts of that life destroy'd Oblige me this once more for goodness sake Your self with speed out of my presence take Mon. What means this storm so sudden and severe aside My cruel Fate pursues me every where My name can like a Charm uncalm the Sea Where e're I wander there no peace can be Ber. Will you not please to answer my desire Mon. But one word more and Madam I retire Enter Semandra Sem. Madam the King Ber. No Visitants admit I 'm for all Conversation now unfit Enter Malchus followed by Antiochus Ant. Ha! Malchus here Mal. Antiochus so nigh Ant. Ha! Prince Monobasus do I espy Mal. What does the Queen that Traytor entertain By whom her Brother was so lately slain Mon. Oh hatefull sight does fortune hither bring My mortal Enemy th' Arabian King Ber. They gaze as if they both this Stranger knew Mal. Now my revenge the Rebel shall pursue Whose fortune oft has put me in distress Besides I 'm jealous here of his success And dares he Madam in your sight appear Ber. Oh Sir his quality I fain would hear For till this hour his name I never knew Mal. Prince Monobasus who your Brother slew Dispers'd my Troops and wounded me in Fight Cause I maintain'd his injur'd Brother's right Ant. What need this great officiousness be shewn Mal. You are his Friend Ant. I do the title own Mal. You did not once this mighty friendship shew Ant. But I love Valour in a Friend or Foe Mon. Do not for me Sir discompose your mind I only from the King prevention find The guilt he makes with so much passion known I now was humbly on my knee to own Ber. Oh Heav'ns and does there stand before my view My Brothers murderer Mon. It is too true Your Brother I unfortunately kill'd Ant. You did but it was fairly in the Field Ber. Did this ill Spirit me all this while pursue And did I entertain his service too Now I perceive he hither did retreat By subtle ways his mischiefs to compleat On all my Brothers Race to wreak his spight Wherein could he offend to such a height That even his life was a revenge too small But I amongst your Enemies must fall Mon. All names most black and odious are my due Excepting that of Enemy to you Ber. Cease your feign'd Love for I your life will have Mine but for ends of malice you did save And so am unoblig'd yours all the pleas Of Justice craves Guards on the murd'rer seize Ant. Ah Madam Mon. Do not Sir a hindrance be The Queen will both oblige her self and me Ber. Yes you shall dye But why do I presume On lives of others here to pass a doom When in few hours perhaps it will be shewn I have not power to assure my own And see Tiberius from my Lord is sent Enter Tib. I am assur'd he brings me some complaint What it should be I cannot dare not guess If he be jealous that does Love express But that slight grief were easie to disarm No something else does his great Soul alarm What e're it is vain fear I will repell I 'm sure from Titus I 've deserv'd so well That I my innocence may boldly trust For if he be unkind he is unjust Tiberius quickly thy ill news impart What does sit heavy on thy Prince's heart I know the news is bad I am to hear Cause thou art chosen for the messenger Tib. Ah Madam Ber. Nay I am not now to learn How thou hast made my ruine thy concern Hast tamper'd with thy Prince's heart and strove To sow dissensions and to blast our Love But I forgive thee since I have thereby The pleasure had his constancy to try Tib. Madam what e're I in my life have done I am too much a Roman to disown That Caesar's Glory I with care have sought Can never by his Friends be judg'd a fault But since my Lord did so unhappy prove To have his Glory contradict his Love That I took part with Glory is most true But Madam never out of hate to you The Roman Laws were made e're I was born Nor bear I to your Rank a Native scorn I wish Rome paid Crown'd Heads the honour due At least from all her Laws exempted you But since she 'l not reform at my request Of her proud humour let us make the best Then Madam know my Lord at last o'recome By me by all the Army Senate Rome Knowing how much your Rank incurrs their hate And fearing to involve you in a state That to you both unfortunate would prove Exceeding tender of your gen'rous Love And of the happiness of one so dear Assur'd your courage the great shock will bear Sends to inform you 't is the will of Fate You two for ever now must separate Ber. For ever sep'rate what does he intend Will he to Berenice this message send Ant.