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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A44429	Neglected virtue, or, The Unhappy conqueror a play acted at the Theatre-Royal by His Majesty's servants.	Hopkins, Charles, 1664?-1700?; Horden, Hildebrand, d. 1696.; Fletcher, John, 1579-1625. Pilgrim.	1696 (1696)	Wing H2725; ESTC R29502	32,088	57

from the Noble Stock For this y' Gods give me Expressions which No Tongue e're spoke or ever Heart conceived Artaban discovers himself Art Hold Sir you must not dare not harbour such A thought so Impious to another's Right Tygr. Why who art thou Art His Friend who thou so basely hast disseiz'd Great Artaban commanded me to tell thee Alinda marke me neve● shall be thine Tygr. I 'd give a Kingdom for that Traytor 's Head Art Thou 'st tremble at his Sight turn pale with fear Tho' Armies were before thee Towers thy Shield Mountains and Seas your Separation made For well thou know'st he 'd force he 'd break he 'd seale He 'd leap them all to reach at thee Tygr. Base Miscreant Although thy forfeit Life is in my Power Yet will I spare it that thou mayst go back And let him know to morrow is the Day I 'll in Alinda's Arms my Bliss compleat Art By all the Gods you ne'er shall see its light 'T is Artaban that speaks the Oracle Puts off the Disguise Tygr. Thanks to Almighty Powers thou' rt in my view Art And to my Stars I 've found thee this blest hour So oft as I have sought so oft thou 'st fled Ignobly basely hid thy Coward Face Amongst the common Rout that makes thy Guard Or led them in their speed to avoid my rage Tygr. Proud boasting Man thou art almost too bad To fall by any but a Villain 's hand My Face wou'd wear more Scarlet than my Sword Tho cover'd with thy Blood to take thy Life Art That Life of mine is sacred placed so high In the large Throne of Fame thy little Arm Can never rise to touch it as well thou may'st Great Iove in yonder Starry Seat Attempt And from his Fellow-Gods discard him thence Battle his Winds and stand his Thunder-bolts Tygr. Draw then thou proud thou boasting Fool and know Instead of Bulls and common Offrings Which every poor Plebeian Marriage grace In thy hot Blood I 'll treat the Deities They fight Tygr. falls Art There lie Revenge next for my injur'd Love That in Alinda's presence I will meet And Sacrifice my Life beneath her Feet Exit Art one way King Enters the others Tygr. Oh! I am slain Life's tottering burthen sinks And I must die without Revenge King By Heavens thou shalt not Oh! he 's gone The Royal Soul is fled Loosed from its Cage to flutter in the Air And mount the Noble Mansion of the Skyes But thus in Tears I will not mourn thy loss Give order that the City shut the Gates Search every House guard every Passage On pain of Death to find the Murderer out Were he my first my dear'st only Son Born to Inherit my Imperial Crown I wou'd not spare him No the Wretch shou'd die Tho all Mankind shou'd to his Succour fly Entreating Gods to save him I 'd deny Exeunt ACT V. Scene A Mad-House Enter two Keepers 1 st Keep Go carry mad Bess some Meat she roars like Thunder and d' ye hear tie the Parson up The Moon 's in the full and he has a thousand Pigs in 's Brains Enter Lycastes Lyc. Save you Gentlemen was there not a little Boy brought in here lately 1 st Keep Yes Sir but for what reason Heaven knows the Boy seems to me as much in his Wits as I am Lyc. He is so Sir but the Child is under the Care of an Unhappy Father that is stark mad I have often endeavour'd by force to bring him to the Colledge of Lunaticks but cou'd not therefore I was forced to use this Stratagem for he loves the Boy intirely and will follow him any whither 1 st Keep Well Sir what of this Lyc. Why therefore I sent the Boy that we might have an opportunity of getting him hither in order to secure him 1 st Keep Oh Sir let us alone for that Lyc. There is the Child's Brother with him too Sir as mad as the Father therefore I desire you to take particular care of both and there 's your Entrance-Money I 'll see the rest paid 1 st I 'll warrant you Sir we have those as mad as he Lyc. One thing I had forgot Sir when he finds himself Trapan'd he 'll almost murder the Child therefore I desire you 'd let me have him with me 1 st With all my heart Sir here bring the Boy that came in last Enter one with Amadine Serv. Here 's the Boy Sir 1 st e K. Here Child here 's a Gentleman come to set you at liberty Ama● As I live Lycastes O happy Deliverance Lyc. Come my pretty Rogue your Father 's near us therefore we had best make hast left we shou'd be seen 1 st K. No no Sir never fear that here Boy shew the Gentleman out at the Back-door Lyc. Your Servant Sir Ex. Lyc. and Amad. Enter an English Madman 1 st K. Why how now Who let this English Madman loose A Pox on him for coming hither cou'd he not have kept in his own Countrey E. Mad. Give me some Drink 1 st K. Give you some Halter there 's a great many of your Country-men I 'm sure deserve it E. Mad. Give me a thousand Pots come down on your Knees you Rogues and pledge me One two three and four we shall be merry within this hour Exeunt 1 st K. Go go lock him up How now who comes here Enter Bretton and Cast. Iun. Brett Save you save you Sir 1 st K. And you Sir have you any business with me Cast. Yes Sir we come to look after a Boy and no Boy a Wife of mine that shou'd have been but as the Stars will have it I 'm like to find nothing of the matter 1 st K. Oh these I find are the Gentleman told me of D' ye hear go and secure their Swords The Servants snatch their Swords from their Sides Brett Why how now what the Devil do you entertain Thieves in a Mad-House 1 st K. Go fetch me a couple of strong Cords Cast. Iun. Cords What a-Pox I hope you don't design to Hang us for your Robbery Enter Servants with Cords 1 st K. Go in the first place bind that old Gentleman Brett How how bind me Hark'e Sirrah leave prating and bring me the Boy that was sent in just now 1 st K. Poor Gentleman what pity 't is a Man of his Years should fall under such a Misfortune d' ye hear Sir pray make less stir and get you to your Chamber Brett My Chamber A Pox o' my Chamber Prithee where 's the Boy 1 st K. Hark'e Sir either go in and quietly or we have Whips Do you hear Sir Whips Brett Whips 1 st K. Ay Whips Cast. Iun. Oh Lord O Lord what a Mad Puppy was I to come into a Mad-House 'T is ten to one but for their diversion they may whip me too 1 st K. Go Lash him soundly Brett Hold hold is the Devil in you I will go in Sir I 'll go in very civilly but good Sir let

His Courage Fortune Youth and Vertues prise And can you yet be cruel O no! I see The Parent in your eyes Love smiles beneath your Frown Send and recal the fatal Orders King Again A way I am resolved Alin. Oh let it be to think That if you thus persist What will become Of your unhappy Daughter You 've oft said Nay swore you loved her Sir And can you see Her plunged in so much sorrow welt'ring in pains Worse then the flames of Sulpher can inflict Oh Gods my Father can't be such a Rock King Unhand me I grow unweildy with thy weight And shall with fury throw thee hence can'st thou Take part with any Enemy of mine By Heav'ns you 'd make a Woman of me Bring down my Purposes t' obey your Will My Interest turn and vere as you shall sigh Nay all my Reason in your Tears immerge By all my Pow'r you shall not I 'll by Phraa es still Lord of myself and your pitie shall ne'r Stagger my mind my soul 's above its cry 'T is Justice moves me and the Slave shall die Exit the King leaves Alind. on the ground Alind. Oh help me Gods I cry yet 't is in vain your ears your eyes Are deaf and blind to poor Alinda's prayers Oh barbarous Father cruel King curst Stars That influence thus my Fate O passion tame thy follies bate thy tears Why are these needless Off'rings made To woes like thine thy Life can only be Their proper Sacrifice then die Alinda die Rises The Drums beat a dead March and Trumpets sound without Oh Gods what is 't I hear Death's dismal sound The fatal March that leads my Artaban away To take his last farewel of Earth and me Oh! Horror and Distraction to my ears My Artaban my Artaban my Lord Raving O mount not yet That fiery Chariot e're you seat me there Placed by your side we 'll travel o're yon Roads Those azure Mountains touch bate with the Stars Contemn the despicable World beneath And in the silver beams of chaste Latona's night We 'll find a bed to crown our Nuptial-joys But oh where am I My Senses start This Cordial-drop which my long jealous fears Prepar'd for hopeless Love this healing Balm Shall be my sovereign Cure T' out-live my Artaban Is more then all my Woman's strength can bear I must make haste I dare no longer stay Love calls and the great Summons I obey Exit Town a Scaffold behind the Flat-Palace The Scene opens and discovers Artaban led away by a Procession of Guards bound to a Scaffold as he is going Art And must I still be bound cruel Phraates Amidst thy Guards do'st thou yet fear my Arms These naked Arms shou'd pull thee from thy Throne No. Sit thee there I envy not thy Place Nor wou'd I choose to Live alas in Death What is it makes Men tremble so to me 'T is welcome as the Harbour to the Seamen When Beat and ev'n drove a Wreck to the Shore I see no Horror in it but a calm Recess From the loud Clamorous Billows which disturb The flow's and ebbs of Life sure 't is the Form The Manner makes them shake to me 't is nothing I 've seen it in as diffrent Shapes as e're The Eye of Man beheld nay this the worst I fearl'sly can view with the premis'd Formalities the Mockeries the Pomp The pageant Infamy of my Fate And thus to fall is not my Grief oh Gods You bear me Witness that I speak a truth Lead on This is the Pedestal by which I mount As he ascends the Scaffold To yond'r Throne of Brightness this the Car In which as Conquer'rs to Triumph ride I go to meet a Palace in the Stars I 'm ready to obey your Warrant Sir To the Captain Capt. What sounds are these The Trumpets sound as from without enter Lysander and mounts the Stage the People shout a Pardon Art Who is 't I see Lysander What 's the Message Lys. 'T is from the Queen with which she bids you clear Your passage to Alinda's arms Art Ha! Alinda saidst thou Yes I will live to see her Capt. Hold your Orders Sir The Capt. opposes him Art fights clears the Stage and drives the Gaurds before him Art I bear them in my hand The Scene changes the King's Apartment Enter the King solus King Oh Heavens what mean these Ghostly Fear Why do I stiffen as if my Destiny Was drawing on I beg for ease and yet Your loads oppress nay tho I strive to shake You hence your Darts still goad me My pains increase But where 's the hidden Wound Oh! that 's within a throbbing conscious Guilt That spight of all Resolves upbraids me with A Life ill-spent discovers to my veiw The History of past and present Crimes Tells me of Death of large Accounts to come And Punishments unknown What makes you thus Disturb me Why at present when i 'm well I have not leisure to contemplate now My veins are full of youth my hands are vigorous The sounding voice of War delights my ears Bea'ties bright Charms yet appetites my eyes Avaunt and when the reverend Marks of Age My Winter'd Head shall snow the Crutch support My falling steps I call you to my thoughts Sum up my Farwel-Exit to the World And sink into a Grave of Peace Oh Gods Are you still here Sure there 's something else Than barely Apprehension's force in this My Soul by its eternal Beams sees more Than to the Elements of Sense she speaks at large Pointing the Effects but never marks the Cause If I must die Oh all the Powers above Pronounce my Doom 't will be some ease to know The utmost Malice of my boding Stars Enter Thermusa as the King speaks Ther. Why is my Lord disturbed King I 'm feeling for the cause As Men at Midnight when they 've lost their way Ther. 'T is strange you shou'd not know it Sir and yet Let Rebel Fancy so usurp your sence King 'T is true I don't Only a mist of things sits hovering here Sad melancholy Thoughts faint Chymera's Such as disturb our Careful Nights and creep In Slumbers to our Brains flashes of Light Which soon in smoaky Shades evaporate And nothing leave but sulphurous shine behind Ther. 'T is much beneath you Sir to give them head King Thou dost not know Thermusa what a weight A tainted Conscience bears thou' rt Innocent Thy Hand unspotted Nay thy Heart is free Mine both are deeply plunged in Murtherous Gore Ther. Granting they have been so Whence do they now So terrible appear King There I 'm to seek But yet as Clouds before a Showers approach Ruffle and Croud thick in a Grove of dark These do so too which makes my trembling Heart Presage impending dangers near my Head Ther. Your vanquish'd Spirits like a Coward rout Fly e're they know for what till tired they 'll stand And miss the cause they rally then again King Oh Empire had I felt thy weight before Ambition