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The unnatural brother a tragedy, as it was acted by His Majesty's servants at the theatre in Little Lincolns-Inn-Fields.
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Filmer, Edward, b. ca. 1657.
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1697
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Wing F907
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Soul That you should thus all at one fatal blow Oppress the wretch with your severest Judgments Oh that some Mountain now would fall on me And in its dreadful ruines hide my head But hark methinks the Gods grow loud hark how Their awful thunder grumbles in the Sky See how the fiery balls fly whizzing by Dealing amazement and destruction all a round Ha ha ha ha See you old miser laden with swelling bags Of ill-got Gold with how much awkar'd haste He limps away to shelter see how he ducks And dives and dodges with the Gods and all Only in hope t' avoid for some few daies Perhaps the just reward of his accursed extortion The hot Adulterer now all chill and impotent With fear leaps from the polluted bed And crams himself into a cranny Those mighty men of blood who make a Trade Of murder forget their wonted fierceness Outnois'd they shrink aside and shake for fear O' th' louder threatnings of the angry Gods Whilst I I only tho' the wickedest wreâ—ch of all with an erected countenance stand to 't Courting those dangers others seek to avoid And yet there 's not one dart one ball for me Tho I Heaven knows deserve 'em all Oh He throws himself on the ground Elv. Let not the knowledge of my innocence My dear Grammount add to thy grief Rather believe me guilty still alas Thy generous easy nature was abused Imposed on by a Brothers wicked arts Thou still art innocent and so am I Who freely can forgive thy greatest faults Come then Grammount come to thy Elvira And with a kiss a cold and dying kiss I 'll seal thy pardon Gram. My dear Elvira this thy prodigious Goodness does but encrease my misery Yet I will come yes my Elvira With a down dejected countenance Not daring to look up but creeping thus And crawling on the earth I do approach Thy feet here spurn the vile thing tread trample The miserable insect into nothing Elv. Oh my Grammount yield not too much to grief It is a fatal tho a slow disease Gram. I thank thee dear Elvira for that hint Now thou art kind and giv'st me good advice Whoever would endure an age of pain When one such blow as this might give him present ease Stabbs himself Beauf. Hold oh hold Grammount Leon. Oh heavens what has he done Mont. Too much alas altho' no more than what I apprehended from his just despair Gram. Help me my friend and place me near that Saint So now 't is pretty well pardon me my dear Elvira that so long I have defer'd This piece of Justice or rather pardon me That at last I durst presume to mingle My polluted blood with those pure streams of thine Elv. Oh my Grammount My Love can pardon thee any thing Yet 't was unkind to give me thus A second wound a wound more grievous To the poor Elvira than the first Which gave her death Elv. Where where art thou my Grammount A rising mist has on a sudden snatched Thee from my sight alas I faint I dye Death seizes now on every part and my Affrighted Soul sits hovering on my pale And trembling lips just ready to begin Its flight Gram. Oh stay Elvira for thy dear Grammount Stay yet but one poor minute then As we have long liv'd and lov'd So let us still Love and lanch together Into a vast eternity where we may Love For ever Elv. Oh no imperious death commands And I must needs obey But do thou live Live yet if it be possible and Love The memory of the poor Elvira Farewel Farewel my dear Grammount For ever She dies Gram. She 's gone and all my comfort is that I Shall quickly follow her Yes this sight wounds Deeper than the sharpest dagger And yet How many Charms remain Unconquer'd still As Beauty lies Triumphant over Fate And seems to flourish in the arms of death Oh let me steal one parting kiss at least From those cold lips But e're I go my Friend On thee I here bestow all I have left Of value in the world this weeping Maid Mont. If the fair Leonora will confirm The gift I shall be but too happy Oh my Grammount I beg thee to believe Since Fate deprives me of my dearest Friend Nought but so rich a present from his hand Could bribe me to survive so sensible a loss Gram. Here take her then Beauf. And with her all my wealth Gram. The poor Grammount can only thank you Sir Come Leonora Leon. For Heavens sake Gram. This modesty's unseasonable now Deny me not the satisfaction To see thee e're I die so well bestowed Give me thy hand Take her Montigny And may this saithful Wise abundantly Supply the want of an Unfortunate But real Friend Farewel a long farewel to all Hark hark Methinks I hear Elvira call I come I come Elvira my aspiring Soul Begins to mount not to o'retake but at An awful distance to attend and wait On thine above in those blest Regions Of eternal peace He dies Beauf. Fate now has done its worst and from me torn All the delight and comfort of my age Who waits there hah Enter Servants at one door Damp at the other But see just Heaven has sent him to receive The due reward of all his crimes Seize Seize on that Villain Dampierre instantly they seize him Damp. What means this rudeness hah Beauf. Look there Grammount is dead Elvira's dead And all this mischief is but the effect Of thy black hellish arts Damp. Why if they are dead Let 'em be buried What is' t to me They might have longer lived or sooner died For ought I know who is it dares blame me Leon. I tho thy Sister must accuse thee wretch Think think on Lysette poysoned by thee She with her latest breath discovered all Thy arts Damp. Then my Italian was a Rascal Away thou art a Girl and should'st be whipt For prating Leon. Ah! was 't not enough that in the Forest Thou on Elvira's honour madest a base Attempt but to reward her goodness In concealing thy black crime Thou must Conspire her death too Beauf. Hah how 's that can that be true Mont. Moâ—â— true believe me Sir and had not I Directed by her cries come in by chance The Villain had accomplisht his design Beauf. Heavens I is it possible Damp. Yes employ'd by thee I would have been thy taster Beaufort I would have wanton'd with her stroked and tamed The vertuous fool then brought her gentle To thy longing arms Do'st thou not Love me for 't yes in thy heart I know thou do'st for who but I would e're Have taken so much pains to serve thy Lust Beauf. Justly thou do'st reproach me Dampierre We are both Villains and on both I will My self see speedy Justice done Thou who In spite of all my caution hast yet dipt Thy hands in blood shalt suffer death with the Most cruel tortures our severest Laws Inflict on murderers As for my self Here I renounce the world and all its joys Resolved henceforth in some Remote And Unfrequented Hermitage to spend The small remainder of my wretched days At Nature's charge Where the cold clammy earth Shall be my bed homely but wholesome roots My daily food and water from the Nearest Spring my only drink There on my Bended knees I 'll try to appease the anger Of offended Heaven and with repeated Earnest vows solicit pardon for all my faults Damp Ha ha ha Beauf. Canst thou laugh wretch Damp. Yes heartily at thee and thy pretended penance Beauf. Away with him and load him well with Irons Damp. Do thy worst old man I fear not thee nor death Damp. is led out Beauf. Now there is little left for me to do But to discharge my duty to the dead In sad and solemn pomp I will attend Them to the earth and give them both one grave There when in peace their dear lov d Ashes lie From Treacherous ease from all vain joys I 'll fly And tho I live yet to the world I 'll dye FINIS THe Inhuman Cardinal or Innocence Betrayed A Novel by Mrs. Mary Pix Now in the Press and will suddenly be published the second part of the proposal to the Ladies wherein a Method is offered for the improvement of their minds By the Author of the first part 12o. Printed for R. Wilkin OVid Travestie or a Burlesque on Ovid ' s Epistles by Captain Alexander Radcliff of Grayes-Inn The Old Batchelor A Comedy by Mr. Congreve The Family Physician being a Choice Collection of the best Remedies for the Cure of all Diseases incident to humane Bodies very useful in Families and serviceable to Country People To which is added the true English Wine-Cellar being the best method to make all English Wines and Metheglin with a Collection of the Choicest Cosmetick Remedies to preserve the Complexion of Ladies Published by George Hartman Phylo-Chymist and Servant to Sir Kenelm Digby till he Dyed Price 2 s. 6 d. Printed for Richard Wellington at the Lute in St. Paul ' s Church-Yard
know thou lov'st me Dampierre I know thou do'st Dam. You may be well assured I do Beauf. O let me embrace and hold thee in these Arms Till thou hast granted all I can desire Damp. Had you before been half thus kind Beauf. It is not now too late Damp. Fool that I am to stand here only to Be tempted to my Ruin Oh! why Do I not rather fly not from you only But for your sake from all Mankind Beauf. Nay now thou art too cruel Come thou must Thou shalt thou wilt Damp. Alas What would you have me do Beauf. Go to Elvira Damp. Well for once I will Beauf. Tell her by Heav'n I know not what tell her Yes if she delights in martial Stories Tell her the many glorious Deeds I 've done In War the bloody Battles I have won The Towns I have taken Tell her in short All that may make her hearken to the Name Of Beaufort with Delight Then in a gentle Sigh tell her I die For Love and if after all that thou darest Proceed yet further tell her at last It is for her I die Damp. Something like this I am resolved to do But cannot yet tell what I ll instantly Go to her and with my utmost Cunning Try to dive to the very bottom Of her Heart Where if I find yet any Room for a new Passion you may be well Assured that to your best Advantage I will turn the Weakness of her yielding Mind Beauf. Go fly Oh may we both successful prove Thou in thy subtle Arts and I in love The End of the Second Act. ACT III. SCENE I. A Forest Leonora alone Leon. WHilst all rejoyce Montigny at thy stay only waste in Tears the time away Uncertain what to hope or what to fear I wish thee gone yet fain would keep thee here All â—ays I try to chase thee from my mind All Arts I use yet can no Comfort find For if t'elude the Torments I endure My Hopes from Absence seem tâ— expect a Cure Even those Hopes ridiculous appear Since how can he be absent who 's lodg'd here Laying her Hand on her Heart A welcom yet a fatal Guest to me Whilst I the Prisoner am and he is free What then poor Leonora wilt thou do Thou lovest alas but art forbid to woo That is Man's dear prerogative alone Thou must in secret sigh in secret moan And taught by stricter Rules of Modesty What most thou lov'st thou must pretend to flie Thus strangely wretched surely there can be For all thy Woes but one sad Remedy Die then yet in thy Death so lucky prove That all the World may know thou diedst for love Each Poet then thy Passion will rehearse Sing thy sad Fate in everlasting Verse And every Lover strew thy passing Herse Enter Elvira and Lysette Lyf See Madam where she is Elv. Retire a little Ex. Lysette Leon. Oh Heavens I am surpriz'd Elv. What in this dismal solitary Place Alone and all in Tears my Dear Leon. Those treacherous Teras will be my Ruine Aside Elv. Nay seek not to hide 'em from your dearest Friend that would be too unkind Oh! rather Let me know the unhappy Cause of this Disorder Leon. I will but you shall pass your Word then Not to laugh at me Elv. My dearest Child I do Leon. Nay but I am confident you will laugh Since I my self indeed can scarce forbear When I reflect on it Elv. I will not Nay I cannot laugh at what moves thee to weep Thy Tears my Dear would extort Pity From an Enemy much more from one that loves thee Leon. This your unmerited Kindness Madam makes me yet more ashamed than ever To betray my Folly For it was nothing more Believe me than a meer childish Passion Elv. Whate'er it was imparting it to me You will oblige me much Leon. Were it a Secret Or of the least Importance I would ne'er Try to conceal it from you Be so kind Dear Madam as to impute my Folly To my tender Years Elv. Ah Leonora 'T is not your Folly but your Cunning now That I have reason to complain of Leon. Were I as capable of Cunning Madam As you believe I am yet certainly I would not use it to impose on you To whom I stand so many ways engag'd Elv. I know you ought not yet I 'm sure you do Leon. Suspect it not indeed you wrong me much Elv. No 't is you that wrong your self wrong me And all our mutual Vows of Friendship too For know that with no small concern of late I have observ d your gayer Humour fade And change into a sad dull and deadly Melancholy With Grief I have beheld You fly all sorts of pleasing Company Only to court Retirement in some Grove This made me set Lysette to watch your Steps By whom just now inform'd That you were gone This way alone I quickly follow'd you Tho' not without some Apprehensions From the dismal Wildness of this uncouth place Altho' I knew Montigny and Grammount Were here before seeking Diversion In these o'ergrown Woods Come then confess What brought you to this unfrequented place Leon. Ah what would you have me do Elv. Tell me the Truth For should you still endeavour to conceal it The swelling Secret would in time Grow too unruly for your tender Breast And force its way at last with much more Noise And eager Violence than would be fit For so much Innocence to own Leon. I yield Your kind and tender importunity At length has conâ—uer'd all my Fears Share then that fatal secret which of late Has robbed me of my Rest of all my Peace Yet spare oh spare my Tongue th' ungrateful Task Of naming what I still must blush to own But let these Tears convey it to your Breast Whilst on my tender Knees I thus implore Your Pity and your Pardon Elv. Rise rise my Dear Take this Kiss and with it too my pardon My Pity and my faithful promise To assist thee in thy Love For Love it is If I must guess that has possest thy Soul If so my Dear you must be plainer yet And name the happy object of your Vows Leon. Ah Madam I doubt I have already Said too much for see my Brother coming Oh give me Leave to hide my Grief from him And all the World but you Enter Dampierre Leonora runs out and Elvira offering to follow her is staid by Dampierre Damp. Nay Madam You must excuse my Rudeness I but seize The next at Hand to know by what strange fate Dampierre of late is grown so terrible As to oblige you with such eager haste To fly him Elv. You cannot think your Sister should avoid you Nor ought you to believe I would Damp. But Madam may I not believe my Eyes Elv. You may for they can only tell you That Leonora fled and that I followed And all perhaps without one Thought of you But you of late are strangely alter'd sure You would not else so easily suspect Your