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
enough to Damn thee Exit Pyrgus Oh Horrid Bloody Savage Beast of Prey Think not to hide thy cursed impious Head No Tyger through all the World I 'le hunt thee Dead Nay tho thy Devils make thee walk Invisible Through all thy Infernal Guards I 'le find thee out 'T is not the Center of the Earth shall hide Thee from my Rage Like a new Hercules I 'le Dive to Hell but I will reach this Traytour Enter Artaban Yonder he comes Tryumphant Impudence Art Ah Sir The Fair Panthea is for ever lost Phil. Ravens and Scriech-Owls The Insulting Monster Owns th'Exacrable Deed. Aside Art And now Philander Beset with all the Horrours of Despair Hither I come Phil. Yes Infidel to Dye Draws Art What do I see Phil. Now ye Great Pow'rs you 're Kind Thou Limb of Vengeance and thou Brand of Hell Take thy Reward Art Confusion Hold yet hold Why all this Fury Phil. Why this staggering Guilt Base Hell-Hound Have thy Crimes made thee a Coward Art Coward and Crimes Death Why all this to me Phil. To Thee To Thee Ask thy black Soul and let Thy startled Conscience tremble at this Arm Art Why all this Fury Sir Explain this Riddle Phil. Oh harden'd Hypocrite Art Sir Do but hear me Phil. Yes thy last Groans Art Yet hold let me but speak Phil. When thou art Damn'd Talk on Fights and Kills Artaban Art As I am Dying let me know rash Murderer Why thou hast Kill'd the very Man that Lov'd thee Phil. Lov'd me Can thy black Soul thus doubly stain'd With Fair Olizia and Panthea's Blood Breath such a Word as Love Art Oh strange Impiety I lift a Hand against Panthea's Life What Poisonous Traitour has abus'd your Ears Phil. What do I hear Art As you would give Me Peace within the Grave and Bliss in Heav'n Name me the Monster that my Death may Blast him Phil. Has that false Devil Pyrgus Art Did he tell you so What more than Hellish Rage provok'd him to This Blasphemy By my last Hopes Olizia and the Fair Panthea lives Phil. Oh abhor'd Slave Oh most detested Villainy Has my mistaken curst infernal Fury Pull'd down such Ruins Art Ah Forbear this Grief My Life 's not worth a Tear The Cruel Fair Panthea Could ne'r be Mine And What is Life without Her Thou weep'st to see me Bleed Dry up thy Tears And let me Kiss that dear kind Hand that Kill'd me Since that Bright Form do's in a Cloister lie What has her hopeless Slave to do but Die But Sir Tho my Hard-fated Love could ne'r be Blest Be Thine more Prosperous in my Death I make Thy Passage free to thy Olizias Arms I give Her Thee 'T is the last Legacy Of thy expiring Friend Phil. Oh wond'rous setting Virtue Art But Could the Fair Lysandra never Love me Could all my Sighs not light one Spark of Pity Beauty thou Pageant of the Frantick World And Love false Love with all thy Cheats Farewel When I am Dead take me ye Gods and place me Upon some Hollow Sounding Arch of Heav'n There lend me but a Voice as loud as Thunder And I 'le Convert the doating World below me Dies Phil. What have I done What Guilt what Shame what Horrors Surround my staggering Soul Ye Gods he gave me Olizia This Bright Miracle of Honour With his last Breath could bless his Murderer Thou most unhappy injured Prince farewel Who would believe this bloody barbarous Deed That Savages would blush at was th' Effect Of Love Great Loâ—e the brightest Spark of Heav'n Could blow into this Thunder O ye Gods What is your World What 's Life What 's Human Fate When if your Dooms our Ruines have Decreed The noblest Cause can Act the blackest Deed. Enter Pyrgus Pyr. What do I see 'T is as my Soul could wish Dead by this Light H' has done the Feat so sweetly Phil. Ha Devil Art thou here Ye Gods I ask no more Pyr. Why that odd Face Prethee rough Sir look calmly Phil. Monster hear me For tho my aking Hand and boyling Veins Hold back my Rage from thy accursed Heart With greater Pain than e're thy Mother bore thee Yet I would talk with thee before thou' rt Damn'd Pyr. Well angry Sir and What is 't you would say Phil. Thou black Incendiary What strange Fury Provoked thee to this Execrable Malice Pyr. Dull Sir I 'le tell you Know I loved Panthea And that infatuated Lord my Rival Rose like a Planet to destroy my Hopes I knew at last Time and his Courting Glories Would melt a Passage to her frozen Heart And when she had Married him my Villainies Would be detected and at least my Ruin If not my Throat would make her an Atonement But know my Soul 's too Proud to Live with Infamy To see my Slave my Princess and to lose That gay proud haughty Thing I had Bought and Paid for Thus 'twixt Despair and my defeated Lust I made thy sensless foolish Love my Property To cut my Safety through his Heart Phil. Damnation Was there ever Dungeon Jaile Or Gibbet that could Match this harden'd Infidel But I do Talk and let the Villain live Offers at him Pyr. Hold Sir Draws a Pistol Make not your self too large a Promise Stand off I scorn the worst your Rage dares do Phil. What means this Baseness Coward Pyr. Only Sir If you 're for such a Bloody Game as Death I am a Rook and play not on the Square Phil. Slave Do'st thou think to Frighâ— me At thy Soul Pyr. Are you so Brisk Shoots and misses him Curse on my erring Hand Draws Yet hold Hear me one word Phil. Speak then make hast Be quick and short for know this Breath's your last Pyr. Tho that dull wand'ring Fire has mist thy Life I 've still the Odds Know this invenomed Steel With the least Touch gives Death Retire rash Man There 's Poison in this Sword Phil. And greater in thy Veins Go tell thy Canker'd Venomous Bloated Soul Thee and thy Arts of Hell I 'le thus Confound Kills him Pyr. Thou 'st Kill'd me and I fain would Curse thee for 't But Oh my Breath grows Faint my Eyes turn Giddy And in a Mist I 'm lost Dyes Phil. The Villain has drawn Blood His Arm bloody Enter Olizia and Women Oliz. Oh my Philander I have those Contradictions in my Fate Those Bars betwixt my Joys that nothing but A Cloister and a Grave can Reconcile But e're I take my Everlasting Leave Both of the World and Thee I can't but come To breath my Last Farewel Phil. Life of my Life My Dearest Sweetest Heav'n thou art too kind Oliz. Oh my Philander Could I but believe Flatter my breaking Heart Philander Loved me Then I in Peace could Die. Phil. Divinest Madam If all my Oaths in Life could not Convince thee As I am Dying hear this one last Vow By all my Hopes above I 'm only Thine Oliz. Dying What words are these Phil. Look there t' explain ' em That Impious Black Infernal Traitour Pyrgus With a long Mask of Complicated Perjuries Told me His Savage Lord had Murthered Thee And by my violent mistaken Rage In thy Revenge that God-like Martyr fell That generous Prince who with his Dying Breath Gave me Olizia Perish't by this Hand Oliz. Was ever such a dismal Scene of Horrour Phil. And yet that dismal Scene Was the Effect of Love impetuous Love What Flesh and Blood fill'd with a Soul like Mine Could hear thy Death and not run Mad as I did But my hard Fate the Gods have doubly punish't By my just Hand that cursed Villain dyed And I am Murder'd by his Poison'd Sword Oliz. Why was I Born ye Gods to see this Day Is there no Help no Art no Succouring Angels To save his Life Phil. VVere 't in the Pow'r of Fate The precious Balm of thy kind Tears would do 't But 't is too late Oliz. VVas this the dismal VVeapon That has undone the World Oh fatal Steell Thou hast been cruel but I 'le make thee kind Falls on the Sword Phil. What have you done Oliz. Nothing but only paid The Debts of dying Love Tho cruel Fate Divorced me from thy Arms and Cancell'd all Our Marriage-Joys yet in the Grave in that Cold Bridal-Bed I shall not be deny'd To lie a sleeping Virgin by thy Side Phil. Can then my Kind and generous Princess Leave all her Greatness all her blooming Youth Let those dear Eyes those sparkling Twins of Love And all that mighty Mass of Infinite Beauty Lie undistinguish'd in the Common Heap Of mouldring Dust ghastly as Death and wither'd As the naked scraggy Roots of unborn Flow'rs And all for her unhappy worthless Slave Oliz. Alas Sir What have I to do with Eyes Life Youth and Beauty Are they not all Yours Created Yours a Part of my dear Lord And Should they dare Survive when he is gone No 't is but Just they in your Urn should lie When the Tree falls the scatter'd Blossoms die Phil. Now thou' rt too kind Oliz. Could I do less to shew I loved Philander The meanest of my Sex can Live and Love Each common Spark inspires that Noble Heat To Die for Love is only truly Great Nor is this all the Glory of my Death Ye Gods I bring my Innocence to Heav'n Free from Loves grosser and impurer Charms I die a Virgin in a Husband's Arms Dyes Phil. She 's dead She 's dead Meet her ye Gods Oh meet her Throw open all the shining Gates of Heav'n And Sally out thick as the Beams of Day To her Immortal Praise new tune your Sphears At her dear Feet your brightest Diadems lay Ye Gods 't is Beauties Coronation-Day But Oh! in all her Heavenly Pomp she wants Her Loyal Slave I come bright Saint I come To fill the State of thy Celestial Train Thus may I Kneel and Thou for ever Reign Dyes FINIS
Phil. Must she stand by and with accusing Eyes See my false Hand the Bridal-Nectar hold See my false Lips salute the Lifted-Gold Whil'st my warm Cheeks with flushing Pleasures glow And warmer Veins with pamper'd Fierceness flow Aside Then see her Traytor in his Nuptial-Bed On Perfumed Down and spreading Odours laid Whil'st her sad Heart with her brim-swelling Eyes Cryes False Philander and then breaks and dyes Oliz. Will you relapse agen and are you going To be the cruel and unkind Philander Did you but fhew me Heav'n to take it from me Phil. Defend me ye Bright Guards of Heav'n Methinks I see Panthea all in Tears and pale As Death opening her perjur'd Murderers Curtains So Chastly Caesar look't so Brutus trembled Oliz. Why this Despair dear Sir Those Sufferings Will dye when you are kind Indeed they will My gentle Looks shall soften all your Fury I 'le love you into Peace as the kind Sun Dispels the Clouds till the rough Tempest dyes Phil. No Angel-form thou art too Bright for me Thou art all Innocence a pure Idea Too Good to mix with foul and drossie Mortals I am all Monster Savage alI that 's ill My Heart 's all canker'd my corrupted Veins Are only fill'd with circulating Poysons In my Blaek Soul Ten thousand Furies dwell Whole Mines of Sulphur and whole Lakes of Hell Oliz. Oh drive these Visionary Horrors hence Dear Sir do not indulge this unkind Frenzy Phil. No Madam from these precious Sweets I 'le flye Take hence this Fiend take hence these Leprous Stems My blasting Eyes and my invenom'd Breath Thou art too Excellent too Divinely Fair To live within my Pestilential Air. Exit Oliz. Were ever Nuptials angry Pow'rs like mine The rest Of my more prosperous Sex compared with me Are Goddesses in glittering Chariots ride And make their Lovers Vassals to their Pride But I poor I Court mine and am deny'd Exeunt Finis Actus Primi ACT THE SECOND Enter Artaban Disguised Attended by his Confident Gobrias Art OH Gobrias How I loath those hated Walls Under that Roof that splendid Pile is lodged The greatest Fiend that ever was ordein'd Heav'ns Instrument of Vengeance that e're took Commission from the Gods and Pay from Hell Olizia Damn'd Impostor Gobr 'T is very strange my Lord that two years Travail With all the Pleasures of the ransack't VVorld Cannot remove that Woman from your Mind Art Ah Gobrias when I first beheld that Beauty By the false Opticks of my wounded Eyes I saw such infinite united VVonders I thought the Magazin of the Blind God His Darts his Quivers all his Arms were there At last I marryed her and thought my self Possessor of a Jewel much more worth Than all the Treasures of the East But Oh! My Diamond proved but Glass false brittle Glass Oh she had lost her Honor She that look'd All Health without within was all Contagion Gob. My Lord might I advise you you should scorn her Leave her and her detested Crimes to Fate Search Nature's store and find some worthier Choice T' adorn your Nuptial-Bed Get a Divorce And marry once agen Some brighter Beauty Would soon dispel her faint and sullyed Image Art No Gobrias for her sake I loath the Sex They are all treacherous Joys Even when they melt In our Embraces we but bath in Poysons Gob. Alas Sir those are but the monstrous Forms Which the false Light of your wild Thoughts presents you Come Sir let some more charming Face convert you You cannot guess the Charms attend on Marriage Where Love and Virtue make the Bridal-Musick Art Could I embrace thy Councel I were happy But know I loved and dyed for that fair Devil And my wrong'd Love is turn'd t'invetrate Hate VVhil'st from that Soursce Eternal Vengeance flows Gob. If then you are resolved to be your own And her Tormentor VVhy in this Disguise Art O yes The Mine is not yet strong enough to blow up This Trayt'ress by returning thus unknown And in Disguise perhaps I may surprize her Dallying i' th' Arms of a strong-sinew'd Favourite Or revelling amongst a Herd of Satyres Whil'st some fair Cupid with his wanton Ayres Stretches her slack'ning Veins and tunes her Blood Up to a Pitch so high fit for th'Embrace Of his own Mothers fierce hot War-like God Oh had I Rage enough to tear her Heart out And make the Blood of this false Scorpion cure me Enter walking at Distance Corinna Cor. Oh thou unhappy Princess that such Love And so much Beauty should deserve no more This dull Philander blind to his own Glory Flyes from those very Arms Art Corinna here Her Cozen and her Confident Madam Cor. A Stranger here at this dark Hour Offers to go Art Corinna stay 't is Artaban that calls thee Cor. Prince Artaban Ye Gods is he alive Poor Princess now thou art compleatly wretched Aside What Ruins does this rising-Planet threaten Are all the Stories of your Watry-Grave False as the Oceans Smiles in which Fame told us Art Yes they are all false false as the Oaths of Women Cor. How Sir Art False as that Trayt'ress that I left behind me Dangers I met and Shipwrack I have suffer'd And after two years Travail am return'd To tell you that I Live But Cozen say How fares our lusty Widow Cor. Cruel Prince Art I mean our young brisk Wife the Fair Olizia Cor. Undone by her unkind ungrateful Lord Art Poor Lady Cor. How could you be so barbarously Jealous Did she deserve it from you Art No not she 'T is true I had the Satisfaction on My Nuptial Day to know the great Lord Lysias Had tasted her dear easy Sweets before me But why should I be Jealous Alas kind Man He had only eased me of my first Nights Trouble And laid a good Foundation for a Bridegroom Cor. Fye Sir But what black Monster told you this Art Only the dearest Friend I have on Earth Cor. His Name Art Araxes that brave Gallant Man He that would run thro all the angry Elements And meet even Death in any shape to serve me This kind Araxes being return'd from Travail And hearing that the King design'd to give me Olizia flew with all the VVings of Friendship To quench the threatning Fire but came too late The fatal Knot was tyed Then in my Ears He breath'd a Story of that dreadful Accent Told me I had took that Viper to my Bosom Cor. Hold your Cariere Pray how came this Araxes So wise so knowing VVhence had he this wondrous Intelligence of all her private Sins Art From her own Bawd Lord Lysias Confident He could have told me all their stoln Amours And Assignations for three Years together Had he suspected when he left this Kingdom Her VVitchcrafts would have led my Soul astray Cor. And all this you believed Now hear your Folly Suppose that Treacherous Lord design'd t' abuse you What fitter Instrument than this Araxes Who makes so sure a Traytor as a Friend Art The brave Araxes scorn'd it Cor.
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