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The ladies priviledge As it was acted with good allowance at the Cock-pit in Drury-lane, and before their Majesties at White-Hall twice. By their Maiesties Servants. The author Henry Glapthorne.
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Glapthorne, Henry.
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Has sent an order which commands you forth I' th morning to your tryall my deare Lord I hope the service you have done the State Abroad will here at home secure your life From the Lawes violent Rigour Dor. Yes poore boy If thou mightst be thy masters judge Sabelli I am at the period of my fate and would not Have thee a sad spectator of my fall At home whom thou so oft hast waited on Abroad in triumph therefore gentle heart Returne home to thy mother and survive To serve a happier master Sab. My noble Lord Have I so often followed you when death Attended on each step when every hurt That scar'd your noble body I have wish'd Imprinted on my flesh and with my teares Even drown'd the purple deluge of your wounds That as my truth and loyalties reward I must be turn'd a way unkindly when My last and just est service might declare My zeale to you my master Oh sir You more afflict my innocence with these words Then if sad truth had brought me the report Of my owne mothers funerall and should you Enforce me leave you the succeeding care And labour of my life should be consum'd In a perpetuall weeping Dor. Good Sabelli Cease this afflicting language lest I grow as Childish as thy selfe and burst into teares To beare thee company Sab. Besides my Lord When your blest soule does on immortall wings Arrive at heaven who shall attend it there the Saints and Angels will esteeme themselves Worthy to be your fellowes while my poore And humble Ghost would reckon it a blisse To waite on you as carefully as when We liv'd on earth together deere my Lord Let me dy with you death and I have beene Play-fellowes these many yeares he 'l only bring me To rest as pleasing to my sence as sleepe After a tedious watching Dor. This kinde passion shakes my Most masculine temper heere Sabelli Accept this Gold these Iewells as the lest Gift of thy perishing Lord thou shalt accept 'em If the law doe not passe upon my life I le send for thee agen I prethee leave me I would be private and thy presence does Disturbe my serious thoughts Sab. Nay then t is time for Me the wretched'st soule on earth to take My lasting farewell of you all the joyes Of blest eternity in stead of my Desertlesse service waite upon your life You ne're shall view your boy agen for sure if your Light be extinguish'd my weake flame Cannot continue burning give me licence To kisse your honour'd hand and to let fall A parting drop or two and now farewell For ever noble Lord that greefe appeares most true That 's writ in blood as well as teares Exit Dor. Poore boy I have not yet deserv'd so ill But my untimely fate excites some pitty Enter Adorni Lactantio and Frangipan Adorni thou art come to see the last And greatest of thy Generalls actions Which like a cunning and well mannag'd scene not till the period will disclose the plot Or my lifes Tragedy Ador. Your life my Lord Death dare not venture to invade it and The state as soone will call the enemy Into their City as pretend the least Danger to their supporting Columne which Should it but shake it might dismantle their Best Bulwarkes burne their Navy and surrender Themselves to present slavery Lact. The Duke Though he did hold his kinsman deere will value The publique good before his private ruine Fran. Let the Duke doe his worst and all the state Stand on Pontilios I can fetch a Lady Of excellent quality shall beg your Lordship I le make her doo 't Ador. Nay should all fayle you sir Should the States angers and the Dukes partiall-sentence The peoples malice bandy to surprize The treasure of your life know you have friends Would fixe the heads of halfe the Towne upon Their Lances poynts ere your least drop of blood Should be diminished Dor. Gentlemen I thank you All your loves but know the shape of Death Is not ougly to me but if justice Contract me to the monster I shall court it As 't were some beauteous Bride and think the Axe That like the Priest unites me to a Spouse That will not play the woman and revolt Come Gentle-men let 's in brave soules doe hate To be dejected by the force of Fate Exeunt Actus Quartus Enter Chrisa Enrione Vitelli Chri. I Am very sorry that his Fate has cast Such a disastrous chance upon his Life But his desert will blunt the edge of justice And mitigate the severity which would Question the safety of his Life Vit. 'T is in your mercy To dash the Lawes proceedings gracious Madam The Priviledge that our Country gives your Sexe Can hope for no imployment that will rayse A greater Trophee to your fame then this To ransome him whose constancy and truth Exceeds all boast of Stories Enr. You 'l redeeme The opinion of your piety which scandall Should you omit this just and righteous taske Would blast with blackest infamy Chri. You plead in your owne cause not his t' does not beseem My modesty to interpose my selfe In that which nought concernes me Uit. Is his life Of such a triviall value in your thoughts That you esteem't not worthy your intreats To sav 't from killing ruine sacred love Thou miracle of Mature and delight Of all who know humanity with some Religious arrow pierce her flinty breast Some pious shaft on whose subduing point Pitty and amorous softnesse gently sit Reduce this straying Schismaticke to the first Vnspotted purenesse of her constant faith And we will pay a thousand clouds of sighes As incense to thy Altars Eur. Offer up Miriads of virgin vowes and with our teares Extinguish all irregular flames that taint Thy holy fries Uit. Oh Madam What heart so barbarous does not at loves smiles Put off the native fiercenesse beasts with beasts Observe his lawes the Lyons whose big breath Affrights the trembling people of the woods Were his hoarse accents to be understood They would appeare to be affections groves The Nightingale that on lascivious wings Flies from the poplar to the trembling Beech And on each bough chaunts melancholy notes Had hea humane utterance would proclaime Those pensive straines the musicke of his love And can yee be lesse sensible of a power That is so great then creatures bard the use Of sacred reason and discourse Chri. This is to seeke to pacifie the sea With teares Vitelli you mistake your friend Values not at so deere a rate his life As to receive a being tributary To my unask'd entreats besides I should Envy the states prerogative whose mercy Is in remitting his unwilling fault But a becomming thankfulnesse and should Be censur'd as too partiall to my owne Affection should I strive to be his wife Whose hand is purpled with the innocent blood Of my late murdered kinsman Eur. This concernes As neerely me as you but by just truth Though I 'me ingag'd by my particular choyce