as they Q. M. See Sir she begs her Death as a Reward Use Charity do not her Bliss retard to Crimal aside Crim. In Common Murders Blood for Blood may pay But when a Martyr'd Monarch dies we may His Murderers Condemn But that 's not all A Vengeance hangs o're Nations where they Fall Q. M. No Tedious Introductions to her Death Good Sir make haste more business and less Breath Crim. Who wears his Crown can best defend his Cause I 'le on his Murderer Execute such Laws The Rigour of my Justice shall declare How high I rate that Majesty I weare Q. M. No Prologues to her Death let it be done I could have kil'd ten Queens while you are judge One. Crim. Therefore to prosecute his Death Q. M. Speak Home Crim. I on his Murderer must Pronounce a Doom Q. M. No Mercy be Severe Crim. As may Express I can't do more nor can his Blood ask less Guards I on You that Office do Confer Obey my Orders seize This Murderer Here the Guards seize the Q. M. Thy poyson'd Husband and thy murder'd Son This injur'd Empress and Moroccoes Throne Which thy accursed Hand so oft has shook Deserves A blow more Fierce than Justice ever strook Q. M. Q. M. Inhumane Villain Monster Devil Strugling in the Guards Crim. Silence her Fury Stop her poyson'd Breath And check her growing outrage by her Death But since to Me you 've been so kind t' impart Some Favours and a Title in your Heart In Gratitude and Honour you shall have This Mercy to walk gently to your Grave Bid my Physitians a strong Draught prepare And leave her Execution to their Care Q. M. Ungrateful Slave Crim. Go I 'le not hear her Plead No Arguments shall save a Traytours Head All his Revenge demanded I have done to the Y. Queen Perform your Vow accept my Love and Throne Q. M. Hold Sir I ask not Life such acts of Grace Your Bounty may on little Sinners pass My Sins are but too Capital My Son And Poyson'd Husband What have I not don So many Treasons and such bloody Rage Would sink an Empire and defame an Age. No sound but Deaths harsh Name my Soul could Daunt Now all my Sins my frighted Conscience Haunt Guilt onely thus to guilty Minds appeares As Syrens do to drowning Mariners Seen onely by their Eyes whose Deaths are Nigh We rarely see our Crimes before we Die And now they 're seen I 'm with such Horrour strook They seem so large I dare not Upwards look Where 's all my Confidence and Courage driven Guilt ne're grows bashful till it thinks of Heaven Though I want Pow'r to ask for Mercy there I will look down and beg my Pardon here Kneels to the Y. Q. Fair Innocence I for your Pardon sue T' a condemn'd Traytour but a Mother too Let her repenting Sighs her Griefs impart Who thus Offers her Tears and thus thy Heart Stabs the Young Queen Die Rival and Die Traytour Runs to stab Crimalhaz but being stopt by the Guards stabs her self Then Die Thou Crim. Morena Kild Q. M. Yes Sir and I 'de have don the same for You. But since my Dagger has so feebly don Missing thy Breast I 've sent it to my own If some kind Devil had but took my part I 'had pierc'd thy Bosom as I 've don thy Heart Curse on weak Nature which my Rage unman'd A Masculine heart linkt with a Female Hand My Stars had been more just had they design'd Me less of Hell or less of Woman-kind Y. Q. T' express my Gratitude thus low I Bow to the Q. M. Murder was ne're an act of Grace till now Your Curteous Arm retrived mine from a Guilt Morenas Hand Morenas Blood had spilt Had not that stroke more kindly been decreed You ne're did act a Mother till this Deed Here I perform my Vow To Crimalhaz giving him her Hand When I 've resign'd My Soul to Him take all I leave behind Thy death Dear Saint reveng'd and mine so near Such charming objects to my Thoughts appear In hopes I shall meet Thee my Joy's so high Methinks I visit Heav'n before I die My mourning Soul durst ne're one thought encline To sense of Joy till it drew nigh to Thine Heaven's Blisses are a prize Love only Wins Where my Life ends my happiness Begins Dyes Q. M. Is this your Thanks for all her Love has done Who staked her Soul to raise Thee to a Throne Durst you Perfidious Villain with one Breath Pronounce Her Coronation and my Death But I 've remov'd that Rival Thanks to Me Her wandring Soul is mounted to a Cloud But you may Court her still in Heav'n if she Can hear so far and you can talk so loud Crim. Though against Me your Rage had just pretence Yet how durst you assault such Innocence Q. M. Let single Murthers Common Hands Suffice I Scorn to kill less than whole Families In all my Race I nothing find that 's ill But that I 've Barren been and wanted still More Monarchs to dethrone more Sons to Kill My Actions are scarce worth the Memory And I am yet too Innocent to Dye Had but my Hand performed thy Murther too I should meet Death with smiles upon my Brow But Oâ—… my Spirit 's Faint yet I have Breath Enough to make a Prayer before my Death If there be such a place as yeilds abodes To Souls that scorn the company of Gods May I in Hell hell's greatest Torments bear Provided 'tis thy Doom to meet me there Dyes Crim. Infection stick upon thy blasted name Thou Foile to Monsters and thy Sexes shame to Q. M. But here my Heart to Pity does Incline to Y. Queen Till now I smil'd at blood but sigh for Thine Vertue farewel I could bewail thy Fate But 't is a Cowards Crime to grieve too late Fury's the Mourning garb great Spirits weare From this day for thy sake no Lives I 'le spare I will send â—…housands to attend thy shade Lust made me King Love has a Tyrant made Remove those breathless objects those dumb shows Of Majesty now I 'le for deeds prepare This morning must begin and end a War Kind Taffalet does for my presence Call I am invited to his Funeral The little Champion with impatience waites To beg a Tomb before Morocco's Gates And rather than his lingâ—…ing Fate delay I 'le with my Army take a walk that way His heat of blood and lust of Crowns shall cease Lasht to a Calm and cool'd into a Peace Enter Hametalhaz in hast a sound of Trumpets heard from within Ham Your Army 's routed ere the War 's begun The City taken and your Empire won And this surprising Conquest is not gain'd â—…y Taffalets but Muly Hamets Hand Crim. Muly Hamet from his banishment return'd Ham. Yes at the News of th' Emperours Death Concern'd That his great Master was by you betray'd He came to Taffalet and frankly made A proffer of his Sword which brave demand Was by the generous
and whâ—…te forms we 'l with a radiant light Their Breasts incircle till their Passions be Gentle as Nature in its Infancy Till soften'd by our Charms their Furies cease And their Revenge dissolves into a Peace Thus by our Death appeas'd their Quarrel ends Whom Living we made Foes Dead we 'l make Friends Muly L. Oh generous Princess whose couragious Breath Can set such glorious Characters on Death The antient World did but too modest prove In giving a Divinity to Love Love the great Pow'r o th' higher World controuls Heaven but creates but Love reâ—…ines our Souls Enter to them Q. Mother weeping Q. Moth. Oh Son your Royal Father Muly L. Hold your Tears Confound my hopes O my presaging fears Has he it cannot be has he decreed Morena must not no she shall not bleed The Skies would blush when that bold deed were done And look more red than at a setting Sun Q Moth. 'T is not Morena who is doom'd to dy Muly L. Has he decreed I shall her place supply If so thanks my kind Father thou hast done The only deed that could oblige a Son If I to save your Life resign my own to Morena I shall more glorious shine than on his Throne Q. Moth. That object which your Mothers tears procures Is your great Fathers sudden fate not yours Muly L. My Father ha Q. Moth. is dead Just as he sate Pronouncing yours and your Morena's fate A sudden Check his hasty Breath controul'd He startled trembled and his Eye balls rould His wandring fears his unshap'd thoughts supply'd With horrours then Muly Labas he cry'd Forgive what my mistaken Rage has done In peace possess thy Mistress and my Throne Then with his dying Breath his Soul retir'd And in a sullen sigh his Life expir'd Muly L. The Emperour dead and with his dying Breath Did he Morena to his Son bequeath He in this Gift a Father has out-don And robs me of the Duty of a Son For those just Tears which Nature ought t' imploy To pay my last Debt to his Memory The Crowning of my Passâ—…on disallows Grief slightly sits on happy Lovers Brows Enter Crimalhaz and Hametalhaz with Attendants A Shout within All Long live Muly Labas Emperour of Morocco Crim. Welcome brave Prince to your great Fathers Crown Advancing from a Prison to a Throne The City does in one full shout concur And in one voice proclaim you Emperour Yet Sir your Freedom must not reach so far But this fair Princess Chains you still must wear The Sun Great Sir must in one circuit view Your Coronation and your Nuptials too Muly L. Enjoy a Throne and my Morena wedd A Joy too great were not my Father dead The Force of one the others Pow'r controuls Heav'n fits our swelling Passions to our Souls When some great Fortune to mankind's convey'd Such Blessings are by Providence allay'd Thus Nature to the World a Sun creates But with cold Winds his pointed Rays rebates Exit Muly L. leading Morena Q Moth. Besotted in thy Love and Empires Charms Sleep and grow dull in your Morena's Arms. 'T was not for this I rais'd thee to a Crown Poison'd the Father to enthrone the Son Hadst thou been ripe for Death we had decreed Thou shouldst him in his Fate not Throne succeed Thy early growth we in thy Chains had crusht And mix'd thy Ashes with thy Fathers Dust. But live fond Boy to manage our Design We first must thy Great General undermine They who by Policy a Crown pursue Snatch at one Grasp the Sword and Scepter too Then wee 'l with ease depose an Armless King Men sport with Serpents when they 've lost their Sting When our Designs to the full height succeed I 'le place the Crown Imperial on your Head to Crimalhaz Sir of your Progress a Relation make How died the King how did the Poison take Crim. With safety I accomplish'd your desire For Hell and Night did in the deed conspire As if He by some secret instinct knew The fatal Potion had been sent by you Up from his Seat he rose and sighing cried O unkind Laula and then groan'd and died His Death so much of horrour did present I curs'd my Hand for being the Instrument A strange unusual trembling shook my Heart As that Magâ—…cian whose infernal art Raising a Vision is with Terrour seiz'd At th'Apparition his own Charms have rais'd Have you consider'd Madam what you 've done Q. M. Poison'd my Husband Sir and if there need Examples to instruct you in the deed I 'll make my Actions plainer understood Coppying his Death on all the Royal Blood Crim. The Falls of Kings are heavy and on You Q. M. Hold Sir sure you have drunk the Poison too That thus your Blood grows cold and your faint Breast Is with such dull and stupid Fears possest A States-mans Breast should scorn to feel remorse Murder and Treason are but things of course Crim. I am a Convert Madam for kind Heaven Has to mankind immortal Spirits given And Courage is their Life but when that sinks And to tame Fears and Coward-faintness shrinks We the great Work of that bright Frame destroy And shew the World that even our Souls can dy By your Example I 'll great Deeds pursue My Thoughts sha'nt start at what my Hand dares do Hamet Madam as Agents in this great Design Zibdy Morat and Abdrahamon joyn They the Kings Ears will with such Whispers fill As shall the Poyson Jealousie instill And by such subtilty his Breast infect Till he his Generals Loyalty suspect Crim. Then to promote Suspition we 'l proclaim His Generals high Courage Pow'r and Fame His Armies Love and his great Spirit praise And to that pitch his heighten'd Virtues raise That their Perfection shall appear their Crime As Giants by their Height do Monsters seem Q. M. Brave Crimalhaz thy Breast and mine agree Now thou art woâ—…thy of a Crown and Mee And by such Arts I 'll my Sons Breast invade Till his fond Duty has his Life betray'd Till by my means we have his Army gain'd And have remov'd the Sword into your Hand And then we publâ—…kly and safely may Our bloody Ensigns to the World display His Pow'r once gone we 'l act his Death in state And dash his Blood against his Palace Gate Great Deeds should in the open day be don As Sacrifices offer'd to the Sun Crim. But till these mighty Actions ripen'd are We must the borrow'd Looks of Friendship wear Q. M. To flatt'ring light'ning our feign Smiles conform Which back'd with Thunder do but guild a Storm Exeunt Finis Actus primi Act the Second Scene the First The Scene opened is represented the Prospect of a large River with a glorious Fleet of Ships supposed to be the Navy of Muly Hamet after the Sound of Trumpets and the Discharging of Guns Enter King Young Queen Hametalhaz and Attendants Hamet GReat Sir Your Royal Fathers General Prince Muly Hamet's Fleet does homewards sail And in a solemn and
Who e're has seen us knows I am a Queen That powerful Word his Silence does demand 'T is Blasphemy to name nay understand What Princes act Crim. Ho! Achmat Achmat Enter Achmat. What bold Man has been Admitted to th' Apartment of the Queen Ach. Prince Muly Hamet Q. Moth Ha! by whose Command Achm. The Royal Signet from the Kings own hand Gave him Admittance Q. Moth. But rude Slave how durst You violate what I commanded first Know Traytor I am Mother to a King His Pow'r subordinate from Me does spring My Orders therefore should unquestion'd stand Who gave him Breath by which he does Command What my Commands have mist this shall make good Princes are by their Deeds best understood Stabs the Eunuch who falls and dies Crim. Fall and in Death all hopes of Mercy lose Who durst the Secrets of your Queen disclose Closets of Princes should be held Divine As a Saints presence Consecrates his Shrine And Princes Pleasures should Alliance hold With their great Pow'r be free and uncontrou'ld Q. Moth. Is it not pity now That Grave Religion and dull sober Law Should the high flights of Sportive Lovers aw Whilst for the loss of what 's not worth a Name The slight excâ—…rsions of a wanton flame You must your Ruine meet and I my Shame And yet we must not at our Dooms repine Because Law and Religion are Divine Yes they 're Divine for they 're so over-good I 'm sure they ne're were made by Flesh and Blood But since 't is past what does your Courage think You will not shake at what I scorn to shrink Crim. No though I lose that Head which I before Desig'nd should the Morocco-Crown have wore Yet what 's the fear of Tortures Death Hell Death Like a faint Lust can only stop the Breath Tortures weak Engines that can run us down Or skrew us up till we are out of tune And Hell a feeble puny cramp of Souls Such infant Pains may serve to frighten Fools Fates if I 'm doom'd your Mark â—…'le stand you fair Nor will I for your Favours lose a Pray'r Q. M. A pray'r Devotion and a States-man No The Pow's above are titular below Stars are all Eye and when great Deeds are done All their faint Lights are but bare Lookers on Now thou art brave none but a Heart above The shock of Fortune could deserve my Love But fear no danger to our aid I 'le call My Arts and Fiends in Hell to stop our Fall To this I 'le for our safety take recourse Through your right Hand this fatal Dagger force Then leave the Conduct of the Deed to me Fate dares no less than my Protector be Here Crimalhaz stabbs himself in his right Arm which immediately appears bloody Crim. 'T is don Throws away the Dagger Enter to them the King and Muly Hamet King May Heav'n forgive my Eies that they have seen This Object in a Mother and a Queen Q. M. Oh Son be deaf to what will wound your Ear Let this black Day be cancell'd from the Year But if your Justice must his Faults pursue Impose on Me what to his Guilt is due Muly H. See how she treats her Shame Madam I wish Your Virtues greater or your Birth were less King Since you have sullied thus our Royal Blood The Grounds and Rise of this past Crime relate to Crimalhaz That having your Offences understood We what we cann't recall may expiate Crim. Sir 'T was my fate Q. M. Hold Sir the Story does to me belong A Womans Frailty from a Womans Tongue Whilst pensively I in my Closet sate My Eyes pay'd Tribute to my Husbands Fate And while those Thoughts my sinking Spirits seis'd His Entrance my dejected Courage rais'd Pointing to Muly Hamet The sudden Object did new Thoughts produce My Griefs suspended lent my Tears a Truce For then I otherwise employ'd my Eies Whilst in His Aspect I read Victories points to Muly Hamet But Muly Hamet then your cruel Breast Muly H. Speak Q. M. Let my Tears and Blushes speak the rest Muly H. What does she mean My lab'ring Thoughts dispatch Q. M. Your Soul and Person Nature did ill match Such savage Passions and unruly Heat Lodg'd in Your Breast hold a too glorious Seat Muly H. This mystick Language does my Sence confound Q. Moth. Oh Sir King This riddling History expound Q. M. Well Sir since you will force my Tongue I must Be to my Honour and my Virtue just Having a while upon each other gaz'd He at my Silence I his Eyes amaz'd Then Muly Hamet then King What did he do Q. M. Attempt to ravish me His alter'd Brow Wore such fierce Looks as had more proper been To lead an Army with than Court a Queen And as a Ravisher I abhorr'd him more In that black form than I admir'd before But whilst my Virtue a Resistance made My Shrieks and Cries brought Achmat to my aid Whilst th' Eunuch stood amaz'd his Sword he snatc'd And at one Stroke his wond'ring Soul dispatch'd Muly H. Oh Horrour Q. M. Then led by some happy Chance Kind Crimalhaz did to my Aid advance Crim. But being by my sudden Entrance crost And all the Hopes of his stoln Pleasures lost My sight did to his sparkling Eies inspire Such Rage as if his Lust had lent em Fire Though Justice in Her Cause did guide my Hand No Sword could his Victorious Arm withstand And when his Weapon through my Hand run Fearing th' Event of what his Rage had done He bore away my Sword a poor Pretence To turn his Crime upon my Innocence Muly H. False and perfidious Traytour to Crimalhaz Sir to your Royal Favours add one more to the King And I 'le quit all that I receiv'd before To this Adulterer your Leave afford To vindicate his Treason by his Sword That Justice by my Hand may give him Death And stifle with his Blood his peâ—…jur'd Breath King Hold Sir if you this rash attempt pursue You 'l make me think that what he says is true This subtile mystery confounds me more Than the past horrour of the Deed before Crim. Alas Sir He who has so savage been To dare abuse the Honour of a Queen Esteeming all less Crimes but sportive things Could not want Words t' abuse the Ears of Kings Muly H. Bold Villain King Hold your Passions Rage command You in an injur'd Monarchs presence stand Muly H. Can the Eternal Pow'rs such Treachery Permit You the great Rulers of the Sky Sitting thus patient at so tame a rate In Heav'ns soft ease are grown effeminate If such loud Crimes your armless Pow'r out-face Your pointless Vengeance will your Heav'n disgrace Q. M. Had you my Breast by Honour sought to win Yet Love t' a pious Mother and a Mourning Queen Had sounded harsh But grant that Time and Love Could from my Bosom my dead Lord remove I to your Passion might so just have been To 've met your Love but not i th' shape of Sin Muly H.
Lust enraged He with the Masker subt'ly has engaged His shape in the last entry to assume And seize you in the suppos'd Orpheus room Then will he rudely snatch you from the place And basely force You to his foul Embrace And at that instant Your dear Lord shall Bleed By Murderers appointed for the Deed. Whil'st with the noyse of Drums and Trumpets sound Your Out-cryes and his Dying Groans are drown'd Y. Q. Inhumane Monster such a bloody Fact No mortal sure can Think much less dares Act. Q. M. 'T is but too true But since No other force this Treason can withstand It is Your Husband and your Kings command When the bold Ravisher seizes You to take This brave resolve for your fair Vertues sake Where both your Honour and his life 's at stake In your Defence tâ—… act your own Champions part With your drawn Dagger stab him to the Heart Y. Q. Could Fate This Office on no hand but mine confer A Queen a Traytours Executioner Q. M. You have no leisure to dispute the deed You must resolve with Courage and with speed Y. Q. I 'le do 't And though it misbecomes my Hand Yet at my Vertues and my Kings command Through all my Veins I feel a manly heat And this Heroick act looks brave and Great Methinks I hear loud Fame already sing She nobly saved her Honour and her King Q. M. Fame in this Deed our Sex will higher prize Proving our Arms Victorious as our Eyes Y. Q. Yes Ravisher meet your intended Prey Meet her but meet your Death too way To strike my Dagger home Love and Obedience shall that strength supply Which Nature does t' a female Arm deny Exit Q. M. Let those whom pious Conscience awes forbear And stop at crimes because they Vengeance fear My deeds above their reach and pow'r aspire My Bosom holds more Rage than all Hell Fire Exit The Mask The Scene open'd is presented a Hell in which Pluto Proserpine and other Women-Spirits appeared seated attended by Furies the Stage being fill'd on each side with Crimalhaz Hamet Q. Mother and all the Court in Masquerade After soft Musick Enter Orpheus Orpheus Sings The grones of Ghosts and Sighs of Souls Infernal Ecchoes and the Howles Of Tortured Spirits cease A gentle Gust Has all things Husht And Hell in spite of Vengeance is at Peace Whilst Ravisht by my warbling Strings The Vultures moult their Wings The Furys from their Heads will sâ—…ake Each useless Snake The Scorpions loose their Stings And Hell it self forget their Tyrant Kings Pluto Sings Whence Mortal does thy Courage grow To dare to take a Walk so Low Orpheus Sings To Tell thee God thou art a Ravisher No Tears nor Prayer Your unresisted Will Controules Who Commit force on Vertue Rapes on Souls Pluto Sings Dares a weak Animal of Mortal Race Affront a God t' his Face And of a Crime Impeach a Deity Thy Breath has Damn'd Thee thou shalt Die. For your God and Honours sakes Unloose your twisted crests of snakes Into his Breast those swift Tormentors fling And his tortur'd Entrals Sting Proserpine Sings Oh Sir his fatal Doom recal Dispel your furious Anger Let not such noble worth your Victim fall Be kind both to a Lover and a Stranger Attendant Sings Oh Pardon Pardon what his height of Love discovers Rage is a venial Sin in Lovers Proserpine Sings Then gentle Stranger tell What Fortune has befell That brings a Lover down to Hell Orpheus Sings I have a Mistress in your Spheare Forc'd from my Armes By deaths Alarm's My Martyr'd Saint brings me a Pilgrim here My fair Eurdice my fair Eurdice Proserpine Sings Unhappy Wanderer which is she Oh which is she Orpheus Sings If a gentle Ghost you heare Complaining to the Winds and sighing to the Aire Breathing an unregarded Prayer If She in faint and murmuring Whispers Cry Orpheus Orpheus Oh I Die Snatch'd from Heaven and thee Oh that is She. Oh take me down to Her or send Her back to me Pluto Sings Shall Lovers Idle Prayers disturb my Eare Mortal we'v'e serious business here Your tiresome Story pleads in vaine Be gon Proserpine Sings But with thee thy fair Treasure take Releast by Love from that Eternal Chain Which destin'd Kings and Conquerours cannot break Pluto Sings No fond Man no who comes within my Power From Death and Hell returns no more Proserpine Sings If Hell's strâ—…ct Laws have never alt'red bin Let us be kind and now begin Revoke her angry Doom That when on Earth they come To th' wondring World he in soft Aires may tell Mercy as well as Justice Rules in Hell Pluto Sings Your love does with Success implore Conduct Her in but in such State As fits the Court of Fate And to his Hand the fairest Guest restore That Ever Landed on the Stygian Shore Proserpine Exit and Reenters with the young Queen Drest for Euridice Orpheus For this sigâ—…al Grace to the World I 'le declare In Heaven Earth and Hell Loves Pow'r is the Same No Law there nor here no God so Severe But Love can Repeale and Beauty can Tame Chorus For This Signal Grace to the World I 'le declare In Heaven c. Here a Dance is perform'd by several infernal Spirits who ascend from under the Stage the Dance ended the King Offers to snatch the Young Queen from the Company who instantly draws her Dagger and stabs him Y. Q. Take that Ravisher stabs Him Q. M. Hold. King By my Morenas hand undisguising himself Y. Q. Muly Labas Faints away and falls into the hands of some Women who run in to her Assistance Here all the Masquers undisguise and run in to the Kings assistance Q. M. My Son kâ—…l'd by Her hand Crim. Call my Physitians Bid my Guards appear The Emperour Stab'd the Queen his Murderer King Have I for this a too fair Saint admir'd And with a more than common Love inspir'd Rais'd my bold Thoughts so high t' engross your Charms And bounded my Ambition in your Arms And muâ—…t I die as depos'd Angels fell 'Cause they aspir'd and lov'd their Heav'n too well My death Morena a less pain will be Than 't is to think I owe my death to Thee Have I less kindness from your Hands than Eyes For they have given me gentler wounds than these Your hand 't is true has your Adorer Ki'ld 'T has reacht his Heart but not the Love it held Your Image cannot from my Soul retire My Lov 's Immortal though my Life expire Dyes Here the Young Queen being revived before the last words of the King turnes and kneels to him Y. Q. Oh my dear Lord Stay gentle soul Oh stay Rude Death stand off his life 's too great a Prey But Oh he 's gon His ravish't Soul is mounting to the Skyes But I 'le send mine t'o'â—…etake it as it flyes Offers to stab her self but is detain'd by Crimalhaz and the Dagger snatcht from her Y. Q. Why does your cruelty my hand debar From being a
Traytors Executioner Good Gentle Kind give me the Dagger back For mine for His For Heav'n and Justice sake Cannot my Tears and Prayers your heart o'recome If my Request appear too burdensome Grant but this one that pointed Steel restore And I 'le not live to ask you any more Q. M. Oh cruel Queen What has your fury done That made You lose a Husband me a Son This Realm a King the World a Virtue grown Too fit for Heav'n but not to go so soon Y. Q. Mother it does a much less wonder seem That I 've kil'd him than that you blame the Crime Was it not You that arm'd me to this guilt Told me I should a Ravishers blood have split No 't was by your design my Husband fell You in this Masque have over-acted Hell Q. M. Alas she Raves See how her rage begins But madness always ushers in great Sins This is no News to that which she has don She was distracted ere the Masque begun Alone I saw her in a posture set As if she thought of something High and Great Strai't with a more than common rage inflam'd She mov'd star'd walk'd storm'd rag'd curst rav'd damn'd With a distorted look she tore her hair Unsheath'd her Dagger and gave Wounds to th' Air Her face discolour'd grew to a deep red As if her looks presag'd that blood she shed Then with an infant Rage more soft and mild She plaâ—…d with madness leap'd sung danc'd and smil'd Why did not Heav'n this Mystery unfold Her frantick Rage his Death too plain foretold Had I foreknown you did this blow design To strike his Heâ—…t you should have peirc'd through mine Y. Q. Think you there is a God or have a Soul That on my score dare such false crimes enroule I' st not enough that my dear Lord I flew But must be Actor and Designer too No barb'rous stepmother 't was you alone Guided that hand that kil'd your King and Son Q. M. Observe how idly her wild fancies walk But she who acts so ill as ill may talk who 'd think a thing so young so soft and Fair Could be so kind a Husbands Murderer But see when Heaven commands its gifts away The Wits and Sences lost the Soul may stray Y. Q. Oh perjur'd Woman how can you invent This feign'd disguise to appear innocent Q. M. 'T is pity Fate such Beauty should misplace So stain'd a Heart and yet so fair a Face Y. Q. Impostor speak if Conscience have a Seat In Traytors breasts was it not You whose Cheat And Cunning did my fatal hand engage At once t' a Murder and a Sacriledge To kill my King and rob mankind of more Vertue than ere dwelt in one Brest before Q. M. Divert thy Frenzy Child some other way Oh my dear Daughter try if you can Pray Y. Q. How she disowns that blood which she has spilt Treason with her is but a modest guilt Q. M. Our presence will but raise her Passion higher T' allay her frantick Rage let us retire But of your Queen see that strict care you keep Wait her to her repose try if shee 'd Sleep Sleeping some Angel may be kind And in a Dream t' her thoughts her guilt present That when this fit is o're she may Repent Here the Attendants carry off the King over whom the Young Queen Weeps Y. Q. Heav'ns since from You the power of Monarchs springs Sure you were bound t' have had more care of Kings Exeunt all but Q. Mother Crimalhaz and Hametalhaz Q. M. Now in her Death we must some way invent That of his blood we may seem Innocent First let her Face with some deep poys'nous Paint Discolour'd to a horrid black be stain'd Then say 't was as a mark of Vengeance given That she was blasted by the hand of Heaven And as a publick Spectacle expos'd Let her be in a burning pile inclos'd And whil'st the clouded Air reeks with the smoke Hire a magician by his art t' invoke A Train of Devils who in dreadful forms Waited by Earthquakes Thunder Winds and Storms Shall rove i' th' Air and with loud ecchoes houle As if they watcht to seize her flying Soul Thus will men think 't was only she that fram'd This Treason and that for the deed she 's Damn'd Crim. Bring back the Queen E're I see Justice don I with Morena will converse alone Enter Guards leading in the Young Queen Great Empress stay and hear my Story too How much I for an injur'd Queen dare do Discourses in whisper with the Queen Ham. The Emp'rours acting of the Masquers part His Murder and the management your Art And her feigned madness to our wish succeed Q. M. And more than this to have secur'd the Deed Had not Her hand struck home to back her Crime The Surgeons I had brib'd to poyson him 'T is not the blood of Sons nor Monarchs shakes Those resolutions which my Courage takes O're Fear and Vertue too I have this odds My Wâ—…ll's my King my Pleasures are my Gods Exâ—…nt Q. M. Ham. Manent Crimalhaz Y. Queen Crim. Sâ—…nce I 'm a Monarchs Heir may I not own An equal Title in his Love as Throne If you 'l accept so mean an Offering You shall not want a Lover nor a King My kindness shall supply Y. Q. Hold Do you mean This oâ—…er'd service to an injur'd Queen How Sir is my dead King so far remov'd That I am past remembrance that I lov'd Admit new Courtships and with the same Eye Behold a murder'd Soveraigns Ghost stand by I thought your profer'd kindness had been this T o've sentenced me to mix my blood with his T o've told me I should Die and dying have The Happiness of sleeping in His Grave Crim. Death is guilts due Yours is a gentler Doom You may enjoy my Throne but not his Tomb. I know your Innocence and Vertue You This fatal Deed from some false Copy drew And I begin to think your Mothers Heart Has Poyson in 't what-ere her looks impart But to revenge a Murder'd King I 'le â—…ound This Treason till the utmost Depth be found And to such pains the Authors I 'le condemne That to the World I 'le your lost Fame redeem Y. Q. A Kings Revenge so brave an act will be That you 'l at once Oblige both Heaven and Me. And his blest Spirit in the Skyes must owe A Debt which he has left unpaid below Crim. That trifling score one smile from you will quit And sure you are so kind to pay his Debt Y. Q. My Thanks are granted e're your Suite is heard Crim. I must have more than Thanks for a reward Y. Q. The Glory of the deed requites the pains Crim. But Glory only in your Favour Reigns Y. Q. That Breath I cannot must not understand Crim. Love needs but little art to be explain'd Y. Q. Love stop that barbrous Breath In a new Love I stab his Image and profane his Dust. Crim. But not to love
And hither come with such a Force of Charms As may give check even to your prosp'rous Armes Millions of Cupids hovering in the Rear Like Eagles following fatal Troops appear All waiting for the slaughter which draws nigh Of those bold Gazers who this Night must dye Nor can you 'scape our soft Captivitie From which old Age alone must set you free Then tremble at the fatal Consequence Since 't is well known for your own part Great Prince 'Gainst us you still have made a weak Defence Be generous and wise and take our part Remember we have Eyes and you a Heart Else you may find too late that we are things Born to kill Vassals and to conquer Kings But oh to what vain Conquest I pretend Whilâ—…st Love is our Commander and your Friend Our Victory your Empire more assures â—…or Love will ever make the Triumph yours Written by the Earl of Rochester PROLOGUE At the Play House FOr this days Treatment you have pai'd too deare Your best belov'd diversion is not here All you 're now like to have is a dull Play The Wells have stoln the Vizar Masks away Now punk in penitential Drink begins To purge the surfeit of her London Sins Their Loves have been o're stockt and but make stop For a new tillage tow'rds another Crop 'T is seasonable sometimes to forbeare Alass it is not Harvest all the Year Though heated they like tatter'd Ships keep in They stay but to refit then Lanch again Be honest then one Day and patient sit With neither baudy in the Play nor Pit And though thus far you to your loss are come What 's yet still worse you must drive Empty home Nor when Play 's done need the shamefaced Debauch Change the guilt Chariot for the hackney Coach Then since our sober Andience denyes You furious men of prey all hopes of prize To see the Play should be your only Ends Wee 'le then presume you are the Authors Friends And though you miss your dear delights you may Be to the Poet kind and Clap the Play Your Hands are now employ'd no other Way The Actors Names Muly Labas Son to the Emperour of Morocco Mr. Harris Muly Hamet a Prince of the Royal Blood contracted to Mariamne and General of the Emperours Forces Mr. Smith Crimalhaz a Courtier and Gallant to the Queen Mother Mr. Batterton Hametalhaz his Confident and Creature Governour of a Castle in Morocco Mr. Medbourne Abdelcador Friend to Muly Hamet Mr. Crosby Achmat An Eunuch Laula Empress of Morocco and Mother to Muly Labas and Mariamne Mris. Batterton Mariamne her Daughter Mris. Mary Lee. Morena Daughter to Taffalet Mris. Johnson Villains Lords Messengers Priests Masquers and other Attendants THE EMPRESS OF MOROCCO The First Act Scene the First Scene opens Muly Labas appears bound in Chains attended by Guards Muly L. COndemn'd to Fetters and to Scepters born 'T is in this Garb unhappy Princes mourn Yet Fortune to great Courages is kind 'T is he wants Liberty whose Soul 's confin'd My Thoughts out-fly that mighty Conqueror Who having one World vanquish'd wept for more Fetter'd in Empires he enlargement crav'd To the short Walk of one poor Globe enslav'd My Soul mounts higher and Fates Pow'r disdains And makes me reign a Monarch in my Chains But 't is my Father has decreed my fate Yet still he shews his Greatness in his hate Thy rage brave Prince mean Subjects does despise None but thy Son shall be thy Sacrifice Enter Morena bound This dazling Object my weak sight invades Such Beauty would make Dungeons lose their shades Moren Remember Sir when first you were a Guest To Taffaleâ—…a's Court and to my Breaâ—…t That I fond Woman in a 〈◊〉 shape Was a Conspirator in my own Rape When in a fatal night whose darkness did Both our Escapes and my faint Blushes hide With You I fled my Countrey left a Crown Heir oâ—…ly â—…ow t'â—…n 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 And now for refuge to Mâ—…rocco come We in your Fathers Court receive this doom points to her Chains Our Love from him this Entertainment gains We in our Sanctâ—…ary meet our Chains Our Fathers too have now proclaim'd a War By Taffaletta's Arms we are pursu'd Our amorous flights like threatning Comets are Which thus draw after them a train of Bloud Muly L. Why do you thus â—… sad relation make Of all that you have suffer'd for my sake Unless you my Unworthiness resent And of your misplaced kindnesses repent Moren No I recount the Scenes of our past storms To arm your Fancy for more pleasing forms I come to tell you that your Father's kind And has our mutual Happiness design'd Of our past Woes I have this relation given As Purgatory does make way for Heaven Muly L. This does disperse my Fears checks my Despair And has my Father Shall we then and are Our Loves and Hopes Oh my uâ—…ruly Joy Which does my Thoughts so in their Birth destâ—…oy That my disorder'd Words no form can bear Speak then what You would say and I would hear Moren He has pronounâ—…'d such great and glorious things As are fit only for the Breath of Kings Our happy Passion he so far approves That ere three days expire he 'l crown our Loves Know then to grant our Souls a stricâ—…r Tye He has decreed we shall together Dye Muly L. How are my visionary Dreams retir'd And my fond Hopes in the Embrace expir'd Mor. That day my Father Taffaletta's Arms To this proud City give their first Alarms His Standard fix't before Moroâ—…co's Walls Muly Labas and his Morena falls He for my Murder does this reason plead He will present my Father with my Head That sudden Blow which he designs for you 'T is your suspected Treason prompts him to And the same Jealousie that made his Breath Decree your Chains makes him pronounce your Death Muly L. I freely at his feet my Life will throw Life is a debt we to our Parents ow. But die suspected Can he think so fouâ—… A Thought as Treason harbours in his Soul Which does Morena's sacred Image bear No shape of ill can come within her Sphear But must Morena fall when eâ—…re she bleeds He no severer a Damnation needs That dares pronounce the Sentence of her Death Than the Infection that attends that Breath Moren Hold Sir and your unmanly fears remove And shew your Courage equal to your Love Let us to Death in solemn Triumph go As to the nobler Nuptials of the two For when we 're dead and our freed Souls enlarg'd of Natures grosser burdens we 're discharg'd Then gentle as a happy Lovers Sigh Like wandring Meteors through the Air we 'l fly And in our aâ—…ry Walk as subtil Guests We 'l steal into our cruel Fathers Breasts There read their Souls and track each Passions sphear See how Revenge moves there Ambition here And in their Orbs view the dark Characters Of Siâ—…ges Ruins Murders Blood and Wars We 'l blot out all those hideous Droughts and wrâ—…te Pure
to several antick Instruments â—…f Musick in the intervals of the Dance this Song is sung by a Moorish Priest and two Moorish Women the Chorus of it being performed by all the Moors 1. Stanza No Musick like that which Loyalty sings A Consort of Hearts at the Crowning of Kings There 's no such delightful and ravishing Strain As the Ecchoes and Shouts of Long Live and Reign Long live and reign long live and reign No Shouts so delightful as Long Live and Reign Long live and reign c. Chorus 2. Stanza No Homage like what from Loyalty springs Wee 'l kneel to our Gods but wee 'l die for our Kings We 'l pay that Devotion our Lives shall maintain No raising of Altars like Long Live and Reign Long live and reign long live and Reign No raising of Altars like Long Live and Reing Long live c. After the Dance King They have paid theirs now I my Debts will pay Sir the next Sun shâ—…ll see your Nuptial day We who would best great Services requite Do first our Friendships then our Bloods unite And that your Hands more solemnly may joine Our Royal Mothers Gift shall second mine Y. Queen Her gentle Breath already from just Fame Has kindly entertain'd your Glorious Name And in that Dress You as a Conqu'rour may To Her a more than welcome Visit pay King But since the Sorrows of the Mourning Queen For our late Father make Her keep unseen Let this conduct you Gives him a Ring Muly H. I am here more blest Than if I an Imperial Seaâ—… possest Whilst in your Breast an Empire I obtain to Mariamne Not only Kings but Gods unenvied reign Beauty would almost Infidels create Who beyond Love can wish a higher state Exeunt all but Abdelcador Abdelc Oh Charming Sex How vast a Circle does thy Magick take The highest Spirits humblest Lovers make All that Heroick Greatness which but now Made haughty Foes and stubborn Nations bow Turns Vassal to a Smile a Looks disguise Who conquer Thousands are one Womans Prize Fate sets Commanding Beauty in their way Beauty that has more God-like Pow'r than they Love o're the Hearts of yielding Heroes sports who 're Conquerours in Camps are Slaves in Courts Exit Finis Actus secundi Act the Third Scene the First Enter Muly Hamet Scene the Palace Muly H. 'T Is now our Royal Mothers Breath must bind That sacred tye of Love my King has sign'd And Providence has seal'd make Her but kind Exit Scene a Bed-Chamber The Scene opens and discovers Crimalhaz and Queen Mother sleeping on a Couch a Table standing by with Crimalhaz's Plume of Feathers and his Drawn Sword upon it Re-enter Muly Hamet Muly H. Laula in Crimalhaz his Arms asleep Ha! Does she thus for her dead Husband weep Oh fond and amorous Queen has Lust such Charms Can make Her fly to an Adulterâ—…rs Arms His Sword drawn for his Guard Spies the Sword But he shall die No He shall Wake and Know The Justice and the Hand that gives the Blow Should I descend to a Revenge so base His Death unarm'd my Glory would deface I will restore the Traytors Sword for still I have been taught to conquer those I kill Well as a Witness of his Crime his Sword I 'le take which when we meet shall be restor'd Then secretly but honourably too My Hand shall Act what to his Guilt is due For lest I should my Queens Disgrace proclaime I 'le right her Wrongs but I 'le conceal her Shame Exit The Scene changes to an Anti-Chamber Muly Hamet re-enters with the same Sword and in passing over the Stage is overtaken by the King King Muly Hamet stay Muly H. The King King What have you there Muly H. Curst Chance what shall I say aside King You thus appear T o've left the Field to gather Laurels here Who is the Man that has this Honour gain'd To be subdu'd by such a Gen'rous Hand Tell me Muly H. Your Royal Pardon King No proceed If you have kilâ—…'d him I forgive the Deed Who e're against You durst his Sword unsheath Has justly from your Hand deserv'd his Death Muly H. No Sir he lives and lives unvanquish'd too King How lives Muly H. Oh do not your Demands pursue Urge me no more nor force me to reveal The only thing my Honour would conceal King How Muly Hamet durst you act that thing You dare not utter to your Friend and King Muly H. My Kings Esteem I by my Silence lose And Speaking I his Mothers Shame expose aside King Speak if you can by Friendship be conjur'd Whose is it Mâ—…ly H. Sir 't is Crimalhaz his Sword King How Crimalhaz Are you not newly from Th' apartment of my Royal Mother come In what defenceless Garb did you surprise Him there that you disarm'd him with such ease We o're our Womens Honours set such Eies That the Seraglio all access denies Who enters there without my Signet dies Muly H. Her Shame too openly will be descry'd His Jealousie will find what I would hide aside King A sudden Fancy does my Breast inflame Something so strange as I want words to name But She 's my Mother and I dare not guess Yet She 's a Woman and I can no less Than start at Horrours which my Honour stain Confusion and was Crimalhaz the Man Muly H. Oh! Sir what has my forc'd Obedience don Against a Mother I 've incens'd a Son Your Princely Brow let no disorders change Let my Hand Sir Your disturb'd Peace revenge King No Muly Hamet has a Sword too good To be defil'd with an Adulterers Blood He t'an ignobler Fate shall be condemn'd I 'le make him infamous low and contemn'd Disrob'd of all his Titles he shall bleed Like a Crown'd Victim to an Altar led Whose Wreaths and Garlands to the fire are cast And then the naked Sacrifice falls last That sinking States-man undergoes the worst Of Deaths whose Honours and whose Pow'r dies first exit King Muly H. This was the only Chance could shake my Fame Oh weak Foundations of a Glorious Name I from the Field do a Crown'd Conqu'rour come To turn a base Informer here at home Yet nothing is so bright but has some Scars Men can throngh Glasses find out Spots in Stars Exit The Scene changes again to the Queen Mothers Bed-Chamber where She and Crimalhaz appear hand in hand She in a Morning Dress Crim. Love acts the part of tributary Kings As they pay homage to their Conquerour Our kind Embraces are but Offerings Of Tribute to triumphant Beauty's Pow'r Q. M. Great Spirits Rivals are to Gods and can Were all the World like me their Heav'n unman We'd antidate our Bliss not stay to move like Pageant-Saints to airy Seats above We'd here below enjoy our Chiefest Good And reap Delights which they ne're understood Crim. Ha! my Sword gon Madam we are betray'd Q. M. Whos 's he that dares our Privacy invade Crim. Some fatal Eye our interview has seen Q. M.
Madam You may say any thing Your Sex And Birth the vent of my just Passion checks Sir do but hear To the King Crim. You may vouchsafe to hear What You may read more plainly here and there Points to the dead Eunuch and his wounded Arm. King I in this Parley too much time bestow Hearing the Cause I make the Vengeance slow Guards Yet I 'le hear him Muly H. My single Word a vain Defence will make Where so much Witness and a Mother speak But yet Heav'n sees my Innocence and know That I am proud this Shame to undergo Believe me her intended Ravisher Appearing so I take the Guilt from Her Their false Impeachments do this comfort bring That I may wear that Cloud would shade a King King His kind soft Words do but confirm th' Offence Men are nere losers for their Breaths expence But still speak kindest when their Falls are near Not out of Generosity but Fear It is enough She witness'd his Offence Her Virtue scorns to accuse Innocence And since her Blood does run within my Veins By ' instinct I know she all that 's base disdains But if I want more Proofs to make it out His Murder and his Wound removes the doubt Muly Hamet for this Guilt our Prophets Breath Has in his sacred Laws pronounc'd your Death Q. M. His Death Surprized But hold The King will then my Cheat descry I wish His Death who tamely see him dye aside O cruel Sir that killing Breath recall to the King Our holy Prophet dares not see him fall I 'm sure had he My Eyes Heav'n cannot see Such Courage bear so harsh a Destinie The Pow'rs above would shrink at what he felt His Death to Tears their Chrystal Orb would melt But If You must act what Mercy can't prevent Inflict inflict some milder Punishment King His Deeds and Service in Morocco's Cause May mitigate the rigour of our Laws His Army then I to your charge commend Her Honours Guardian and our Loyal Friend to Crimalhaz Here bind the Traytor and convey him strait to the Guards To Prison there to linger out his Fate Till his hard Lodging and his slender Food Allay the Fury of his Lustful Blood Guards bind Muly Ham. Q. M. Think what Impression on my Breast 't will make To â—…ee his Hands wear Fetters for my sake In whisper between Muly Hamet and Queen Mother Muly H. Madam be serious tell me how so foul A Treason gain'd admission to your Soul Q M. My Soul Dull Man what has my Soul to do In such mean Acts as my betraying You Murder and Treason Without the help of Souls when I think good Such toys I act as I 'm but Flesh and Blood Mu. H. Let not too high your Scorn of Justice swell Know Madam on such Crimes there waits a Hell Q. M. Hell No of that I scorn to be afraid I 'le â—…end such throngs to the infernal shade Betray and kill and damn to that degree I le crowd up Hell till there 's no Room for Me. King Here to the Tower that guarded Pris'ner send His saâ—…ther Doom from my Commands attend Muly H. I for my former state My Homage to your Royal Father paid And Monarchs may destroy what Monarchs made For Subjects Glories are but borrow'd things Rais'd by the favourable Smiles of Kings And at their Authors Pleasures should retire And when their Breath renounces 'em expire Should I the Sentence of my Sovereign blame I should be guâ—…tier than They say I am But though your Frowns declare my Fetâ—…ers just Look to what dang'rous Hand your Pow'r you trust Monarchs do nothing ill unless when they By their own Acts of Grace their Lives betray When Favours they too gen'rously afford And in a Treacherous Hand misplace their Sword Their Bounties in their Ruine are employ'd Kings only by their Vertues are destroy'd King Your Counsels weakly do my Ears attract You ill â—…each Virtue which you cannot act Live then till time this â—…ense of Horrour brings What 't is to ravish Queens and injure Kings Exeunt King and Muly Hamet severally Muly Hamet led out by the Guards Q. M. You see the Fates do their Allegiance know And to my pow'rful Breath their Conduct ow. 'T is pity Monarâ—…hs are so scarce Such gen'rous â—…asie kind good natured things That one feign'd Tear can rule the Faith of Kings Crim. So bravely Madam your Design succeeds As if the Fates were Vassals to your Deeds That Politician who to Empire climbs With Virtues Dress should beautifie his Crimes Our guilded Treason thus like Coral seems Which appears Black within its native Streams But when Disclos'd it sees the open Air It changes Colour and looks Fresh and Fair. Exeunt Scene the second the Scene a Prison The Scene opens Muly Hamet appears bound Muly H. Disrob'd of all at once what turns more strange Can Ages if an Hour can make such Change Enter to him Mariamne with one Attendant from whom she takes a Sword and exit Attendant Kind Mariamne Mar. Yes False Man the same Till your bold Lust had forfeited that Name The Daughters easie Breast would ill confer A Kindness on her Mothers Ravisher Muly H. Can Mariamne think me guilty too More than my Chains have done your Frowns will do Mariamne's Eyes out-vie her Brothers Pow'r I ne're was miserable till this hour Mar. Ungrateful is your Soul so much defaced Have I so ill a too fond Heart misplaced My Rival Mother does my Right remove And in affront to my rejected Love Your Scorn to Me you in her Shame make good Forcing her Virtue to prophane my Blood But perjur'd Man though you deserve so â—…ll Yet you shall find me Mariamne still To my past Favours I will add one more Thus I your Freedom and your Sword restore Unbinds him and gives him the Sword Live and in safety go and fly that Fate Which does th' unhappy Muly Hamet wait Muly H. My Sword and Liberty restor'd by You To one ungrateful false and perjur'd too Ah Madam if your Mercy can confer Such Bounty on a condemn'd Ravisher What nobler Favours would your Smiles dispence If Mariamne knew my Innocence Mar. Sir you mistake my Favours I have lent Your Freedom only as your Banishment That being releas'd you might Morocco fly Remov'd at once both from my Heart and Eye For should he stay Something like Pity in his cause would plead Till my faint Anger were in Triumph led aside Some Rebel Thought my ill-fenc'd Heart would win And treacherously once more let him in Go Ravisher take your offer'd Liberty And to some barb'rous unknown Desart fly Where Men have nought but Shape that 's humane there Where Virtue looks more ill than Monsters here Converse with wild and lustful Savages Live and inhabit any Seat but This. Points to her Breast Muly H. Divine but cruel Princess to whom Heav'n Has all its Titles but its Knowledg giv'n Else like their Pow'rs you could not want a Sence Of Muly
obey you and embrace my Doom With the same patience Saints do Martyrdom Only their Suffering's a Reward receive They Die to meet that Happiness I leave They Die that in their deaths they Heaven may find But in my Princess I leave Mine behind And my hard Exile does this Horrour bring I lose the power to serve so good a King So Good that 't would as great a Bliss confer To Die for You as 't is to Live for Her Since in your Kingdoms limits I 'm deni'de A seat may your great Empire spread so wide Till its vast largeness does Reverse my doom And for my Banishment the World wants room King I 'le hear no more But for this Audience know How much you to my gracious Favour owe. His Mercy 's great whose Patience is so strong To give a Traytor leave to Talk thus long Exeunt King and young Queen Mar. Farewel for ever When you 're gone and all Mariamne ever Lov'd or ever shall She sees no more Yet by despair made just Let not our Hearts take leave though our Eyes must Though you through wild and savage Desarts go No place so barren but where Love may grow Muly H. When to your ears some gentle breath shall bring The last Remains of a lost wretched thing That lived as long as he could gaze on You And shined till that inspiring Light withdrew If Fame vouchsafe words on a wretch so poor When you shall hear I was but am no more In my Lost seat let my Remembrance stay Give my Name life though Grief take Mine away Exeunt Muly Hamet and Mariamne severally Crim. Fate and our Wishes meet Q. M. His Exile is not all Our Treasons are not safe but in his Fall He Lives though he be Banish't and the Great Are never fully Dark'ned till they Set This Cloud may pass and He shine out once more But from your hand this favour I implore Pursue him out of Town and in disguise to Hametal With some dissembling Tale his Ears surprise Till your Confederate-Party has gain'd time To place an Ambuscade and Murder him Hamet Conclude it done Q. M. And your next step t' a Throne to Crimalhaz Must be dear Sir the Murther of my Son Crim. His Palace And the kind City's love 's so strong a Guard Th' Attempt within these Walls appears too hard Q M. But what that Bars this Easier way secures His Army and his Treasures Charge are yours To Morrow on the Plain before the Wall His Forces you t' a general-muster Call Then their Commander You shall in their Head His Army to the Mountain Atlas lead And to secure your Flight to night by Stealth Ransack his Treasury seize all his Wealth At first Alarm this will his Courage damp But by such Arts I his Resolves will sway I 'le work him from the Town up to the Camp And safe into your Hands his Life betray But when Your Throne I on His Grave have built Remember Love was Authour of my Guilt Crim. This work which we so roughly do begin Zeal and Religion may perhaps call Sin No the more Barb'rous garb our Deeds assume We nearer to our First perfection come Since Nature first made Man wild savage strong And his Blood hot then when the world was Young If Infant-times such Rising-valours bore Why should not Riper Ages now do more But whilst our Souls wax Tame and Spirits Cold We Only show th'unactive World grows Old Exeunt Crimalhaz and Young Queen Hamet Muly Hamet Bleeds the next To him who Climbs by Blood no track seems Hard The Sence of Crimes is lost in the Reward Aspirers neither Guilt nor Danger Dread No path so rough Ambition dares not Tread Eâ—…it Finis Actus Tertii Act the Fourth Scene the First Enter King Attended King HOw Crimalhaz up to the Mountains fled And with him the Morocco Forces led Oh Rebel 1. Lord. Sir he only does pursue That Treason which you lent him Pow'r to do He was your Treasurer and has made bold To be too strict a Guardian of your Gold All your Crown-Jewels and your heaps of Wealth He in the Night convey'd away by Stealth And now Encamped on Atlas skirts he by your Gold Has Rais'd new Forces and Confirm'd the Old With that he Bribes your Army to his Cause And after him new Trains of Rebells draws King Oh Prophane Gold which from infectious Earth From Sulph'rous and Contagious Mines takes Birth It grew from Poysons and has left behind Its native Venome to infect Mankind Rapes Murders Treasons what has Gold not Don If it has ever any Glory won Given to Reward a Virtue or decreed T' a Pious use or Charitable deed That Sacred Powr's but borrowed which it bears Let from their Royal Images it wears Enter Queen Mother 2. Lord. I am afraid his Thoughts fly High his Dreams Have little less than Empires for their Theams King On what Ill subjects I my Favours cast Him high in Pow'r and Honours I have plac'd Kings Bounties act like the Suns Courteous smiles Whose rayes produce kind Flowers on fruitful Soyles But cast on barren Sands and baser Earth Only breed Poysons and give Monsters Birth 2. Lord. Let not too far your Fears your Peace molest Perhaps you 've mis-interpreted his Breast You know that Crimalház his ' High Command Was formerly in Muly Hamets hand He who forced Favours both from Fate and Fame Made War a Sport and Conquest but a Game And therefore he perhaps to Act some Deed Which Muly Hamets glory may exceed Has for his Mistress from the common Rouâ—… Of the worlds beauties singled Honour out And that which makes him his Designes disguise He 'll make his flight of Honour a surprize King No he 's a Traytor and he 'll use my Pow'r Not to Promote but to Usurp my Crown Pow'r swoln too High destroys not guards as show'rs Luxurious grown what they should Cherish drown Our Swords in Loyal hands may act great Things Be both the Glory and Defence of Kings But when misplaced those Arms our Ruins be As Mountains bulwarks are at Land but Rocks at Sea Q. M. Can you Rebellion fear or any thing Who are my Son and great Moroccoes King If he be False you can't resist your Fate If True his aim will be to guard your State But grant he would some Traytrous act performe Accept my Counsel to divert the Storm Up to the Mountains strait and visit Him Your Awful sight may check an ungrown Crime Out-face his Treason e're his Rise begin Men Bashful are i' th' non-age of a Sin King Madam your dauntless spirit would breath fire To breasts as cold as Age. I must admire Your Courage but your Innocence mistakes Your Goodness in my Cause weak Iâ—…dgment makes Your Thoughts can't Reach the flights which Treason takes Q. M. You 've hit my Thoughts Alas I am too good Treason 's a Thing I never understood But yet I understand what 's High and Brave He dares not Sir
Have at thy Heart Muly. H. Stay Sir Oh cruel Mariamne can you part From Love and Life to rob the world and me Mar. No Muly Hamet a worse stain 't will be To have my Crown resign'd than my Blood spilt I of the two will choose the lesser guilt Fame never shall in Histories express Born to be great I yeilded to be less Muly. H. If you aspire to greatness that I 'le grant Your Muly Hamet Empires cannot want Whilst he possesses You and wears a Sword And if our Africk does no room afford I le travel then to some remoter Spheare Till I find out new Worlds and Crown you there Mariam T is Honour and not Crowns that I esteem And should I basely yield my Throne to him My Name and Story would but poorly sound Who rais'd a Murd'rer and a Rebel Crown'd No if at worst I by this Traytour Dye Adore my Name and love my Memory Yes Mighty Man perform this Valiant Part To Crim. Bravely and boldly pierce a Female Heart Let story boast you this great deed fulfil'd Your manly hand an unarm'd Woman kil d. Crim. Since you at scorne and daring are so good I 'le feel your Pulse and try your heat of Blood Guards fire the Castle And while that burns I 'le a new shape assume I 'le Sport and Revel with more pleasing Charms Than Nero when he sung to burning Rome I 'le sing my Funeral Obsequies in these Armes I 'le Ravish her Then throw my self and her into the Fire And arm in arm together wee 'll Expire Burn Burn the Tower Enter Hametalhaz in the Belcone with Guards who seizes Crimalhaz and disarmes Him Ham. Before this Tower takes Fire you 'le want a Head Crim. Hametalhaz stand off am I betray'd Ham. I have no time to answer your demands Deliver him to Muly Hamets Hands The highest Triumph my weak Arm e're gain'd Is to present this Princess to his Hand Crim. is forced down by the Guards Muly. H. Her life preserv'd and he the instrument What Miracle of Honour has fate sent Sure Heav'n acts Wonders Wonders no 't is none What have th'high'r Powers to do but to take care Of so much Vertue and a Face so Fair Enter Crimalhaz below led in by Guards See him Convey'd to Execution straight He as he rose in Blood in Blood shall â—…et Crim. Since I must die and die Condemn'd by you Hear Heav'n for I ne're troubl'd you till now So may my body rot when I am Dead Till my rank dust has such Contagions bred My Grave may dart forth Plagues as may strike death Through the infected Air where thou draw'st breath Others may fancy pleasures more divine I know not where this shall in Hell be mine To think when dead I yet can Death Convey And what my Arm can't act my Ashes may Exit Guarded with Abdelcador Enter Hametalhaz Leading Mariamne Muly. H. My dear and best Life welcome By thy Hand My Crown my Happiness and Heav'n regain'd What mystick Blessing does my fate pursue To see her Sav'd and see her Sav'd by you Ham. Oh do not at this mystery admire Nothing is strange which Beauty does inspire To punish Treason and preserve a Throne Are due to Mariamnes Eyes alone When to his hand I gave that beauteous prize Design'd for his ambitions Sacrifice When her hard fate and her bright Charmes I saw These did my homage that my pity draw Something so kind I to that face did pay That to Serve her I could my trust betray Had I â—…een born a Prince and in that name Like You Erected Trophys to her fame In all things then I had your Rival prov'd And confidently told her that I Lov'd But wanting worth I wanted words and chose This way my speechless Passion to disclose I would defend what I could ne're injoy And break all bars that did her Peace destroy But I too late resolv'd a flight so high I cut my wings before I thought to fly Too quick to woâ—…k too weak to prop her Fall My Penitence could not my Sins recal Till this blest moment and your influence gave Her dangers and his insolence a Grave Muly. H. Such Honour and such Love I am Conquer'd here My Deeds and Passions are below thy Sphear But as your Worth your Pow'r shall out-reach mine Subjects my Homage pay but Monarchs thine Embraces him Ham. Though Heav'n by me her threatned life secures And saves her blood to be ally'd to yours Despair not Friendship yields to that hard task I bravely give what I durst never Ask. Hold Heart while I this Treasure do resign And Crown her Bliss with that which ruins mine I perish at her feet whom I adore The greatest Wracks are nearest to the shore Mariam Such Language may by Chastest ears be heard Your Love I must admire and he reward A Nobler Passion Story never writ That turn'd a Traytor to a Proselyte Thou best of Converts Muly. H. And of Rivals too Sir as a Tribute to your Vertue due All Honours Merit in a Court can meet And a kind Monarchs Love lye at your Feet Ham. Hold that great act of Mercy must not pass Let not your first days Raign a King disgrace Of such high Boâ—…nty I 'm unworthy still My good Acts have not yet out-weighed my ill No To some far Country I from those Eyes for ever will remove I cannot stand the sight of hopeless Love Pilgrims whose Zeal's more blest though less Divine Go meet their Saints but I must fly from mine Offers to go Muly. H. Stay I conjure you stay you shall you must You 've made me Great Let me not be unjust Speak what Command what Pow'r what Crown you 'l choose Ham. Crowns no such little Favours I refuse None but the place you hold my wish can bound But since I have your free offer to be Crown'd It is accepted I a King will be And of my Raign make this my first Decree This Criminals Banishment and to pursue My state a Conqueror and a King like you To what er'e place my wandring steps incline I 'le fancy Empires for I 'le think her mine Exit Ham. Here the Scene opens and Crimalhaz appears cast down on the Gaunches being hung on a Wall set with spikes of Iron Enter again Abdelcador Abd. See the reward of Treason Death 's the thing Distinguishes th' Usurper from the King Kings are immortal and from Life remove From their Low'r Thrones to wear new Crowns above But Heav'n for him has scarce that bliss in store When an Usurper dies he raigns no more Muly. H. My Justice ended now I 'le meet a Crown Crowns are the Common Prizes I have won Those are Entayld on Courage No 't is You Can only yield a Bliss that 's great and new The Charm of Crowns to Love but dull appears Rargning's a whole lifes toyl the work of Years In love a day an hour a minut's Bliss Is all Flight Rapture Flame and Extasies Love 's livelyer Joyes so quick and active move An Age in Empire 's but an Hour in Love Exeunt Omnes EPILOGUE THis Play like Country Girle come up to Town Long'd t' appear fine in Jewels and rich Gown And so Hoping it's Pride you Courtiers would support To please You lost its Maiden-head at Court Pufft with the glitt'ring of your gaudy Charms It fear'd to meet no danger in your Arms. And though the harshest Censures be its due Yet kinder usage it deserves from you A generous Gallant though tired and Cloy'd Should still speak well of what he has enjoy'd Should you damn this you would your selves reproach 'T is barb'rous to defame what you debauch Nay now you 've Cast it off yet do not Frown Though like the refuge of a Miss o' th' Town It is turn'd Common Yours for half a Crown T' was generous at Court and did for Love But does for profit to the Stage remove Women and Wit on equal scores begin Love and affection first may make 'um Sin They trade for Interest when they 're once got in But for you Sirs who Censure but not Write Who do in Wit as some in War delight Whose Courages do not much care to Fight But though they can't of Scars nor Conquests vapour They can draw sieges and take Towns in Paper You 't will be hard to please Critiques whose saving and Condemning still Is not your Act of Judgment but your Will Who equal Choice in Plays as Faces make What you resolve not what deserves shall take Thâ—…s your applause resembles your Amours Have we not seen Oh loves almighty Powers A Wench with tallow Looks and winter Face Continue one Mans Favorite seven Years space Some Ravishing kâ—…ack i' th' sport and some brisk motion Keeps the gilt Coach and the gallants Devotion Be to this Toy thus kind and you will raise Much better Fancies to write better Plays When meaner Faces are us'd kindly by ye What Power have greater Beauties to deny ye So your kind Smiles advance the scribling Trade To get good Play 's you must Excuse the bad FINIS ERRATA FIrst page of the Eâ—…istle line 21 read Authour pag. 2. l. 16. â—… to givâ—… 〈◊〉 Plaâ—… p. 8. l. 13. r. feighn'd l. 26 â—… gilded p 12. l 3â—… deleatur period p. 19. l. 29. r. friendâ—… p. 21. l. 25. â—… hand had run p. 34. l. 21. â—… Lent p. 3â—… l. 4. r. clouds l. 29. r with p. 43 r. 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your Champion is unjust Y. Q. Your Service I accept your Love take back Crim. None hate the giver who the present take Why can't your Heart Y. Q. Why can't your Arm revenge A King without my Heart paid in exchange Know though you basely trade with Loyalty My Love my Kings revenge does over-buy Go Mercenary man I will resigne His Vengeance to the hand of Heaven not thine Crim. Let such harsh words be by tame Lovers borne My Passion is too rough to bear your scorn Y. Q. And must my Heart at such a price be sold Thy Seat Usurpt before thy Blood is cold This was thy Right and though thy Death I gave Who lov'd the Martyr will the Reliques save My Heart by none but thee was ever won I 'le guard the Trophy though the Conqu'rour's gon Aside But stay This Grant is to revenge thy Blood And on that score no Offering's too good I should scorn Love Life Honour Empires all To strike their Heads whose Treason wrought thy fall Can you on no less terms my King revenge Crim. No second Thoughts my Resolution change Since all I act is only for your sake Love must accept those offers Love does make Y. Q. Well Sr my Heart is won Your Seige remove I condeâ—…cend to any thing but Love Retreating from him Resign that Heart that 's His Heav'ns shall I live to act so great a Sin To right a Monarch must I damn a Queen Be gon I hate thee now worse than before Descend to thee No I that Thought abhorre And though his Blood does loud for Vengeance call I know â—…ee'd scorn his Queen so low should fall Though I have lost a King I 'm not so poor The Temple raz'd the Ruines I 'le adore Crim. My Love 's too fierce long Seiges to attend You 've lost â—… Servant and your King a Friend offers to go Y. Q. Stay No be gon I scorn thee Yet Sir stay Hopes of Revenge so much my passions sway That what would I not do for Justice sake Where the assault's so strong here Conqu'rour take Gives her hand Crim. Oh my best hopes Kisses her Hand Y. Q. My friendship give my Love My Love my Soveraigns Right I rate above The Ransome of a world and if thy hand Does not perform what his loud wrongs demand Thou art his Murderer Crim. But when you see that murderer wear his Crown You shall too late repent your haughty Frown Offers to go Y. Q. Hold ere the pleasures of Revenge I 'le want Invader here what e're you ask I 'le grant Crim. Oh Charming Excellence Y. Q. But Sir Loving too soon I shall convince the Faith Of Men that I design'd my husbands Death Crim. 'T is true some marks of sorrow should be worn To please the World I le give you time to mourn Y. Q. When you 've appeas'd his Ghost and th' angry Pow'rs Above and to his sacred Memory My last debt 's paid all that I am is yours Crim. My Vow 's the same First to Revenge I 'le fly With Traytours Blood I 'le entertain your Eye E're you 're my Queen and wear a second Crown I 'le build a Scaffold first and then a Throne Exit Y. Q. I 've found the way Oh my dear Lord though now Death does embrace what to my Arms is due I 'le keep My Vow to Him and Love to Thee Entire No second King shall to this Throne aspire Points to her Breast To Thee my last Debts payment shall be this I 'le die and dead all that I am is His. In thy Revenge when I 've Triumphant stood On Traytors necks amid'st a Scene of Blood Morena's hand shall wash the stain She wears As Condemn'd men turn Executioners To expiate thy blood I 'le let out mine And triumph in my fall who mourn for thine Then with a gentle gale of dying sighs I 'le breath my flying Soul into the Skies Wing'd by my Love I will my passage steer Nor can I miss my way when You shine there Exit The Fifth Act. Enter Crimalhaz attended as King Crim. THough on the Blood of Kings my Throne I 've built The World my Glory sees but not my Guilt Mysterious Majesty best fits a Throne They Vertuous seem whose Vices are unknown Men have ador'd and have made Offerings To unknown Gods why not to unknown Kings Enter Ham. Ham. Your Guards are set your forces on the Walls And in the Streets are rank'd in fighting forms Expecting when the martial Summon calls And Taffaletta this proud City storms For our last Scouts which newly are come in Tell us th' assault will in few hours begin Crim. I thank him â—…or this War he has begun The number of my Foes enhance my Crown It does a worth on Kings as Beauties set To have our Rivals numerous and Great But is th' imprison'd Princess whom your Sword Ravisht from Muly Hamets hand secur'd From the Worlds knowledg Ham. Royal Sir I have The pride to be her Jaylor and her Slave Aside Crim. Muly Hamet and Mariamne are the last Of the Imperial Race that have not past To th' other World to make me room in this But though your hand did of his murder miss Howe're his exile has restrain'd his Pow'r And her I have conceal'd within the Tow'r But should she be discover'd and I found Her Jaylor her restraint would horrid sound I am not safe then till I see her Dead You therefore shall present me with her Head Aside Ham. Mariamnes Head presented by my Hand I 'de first strike his that gives me that Command For since that Beauteous Prisoner was my charge Her charming Image did my Soul enlarge At the approach of so Divine a Guest I 've shook my late familiars from my Breast The thoughts of Mischeifs Villany and Blood By her fair Eyes inspir'd I dare be good Exit Enter Queen Mother Q. M. Though your Deâ—…igns have met so great Success Doe not forget I was your Patroness And she to whom you made this solemn Vow to Crim. That I should share that Throne I rais'd you to Crim. The highest Seat in all but Monarchs Breasts Should be by th'high'st of Passions Love Possest But Kings in so sublime a Region Move They have Concerns that must take place of Love My Subjects call for Veng'ance and I must To the dead King before my Love be Just. Then give me leave to prosecute his Death First wear the Cypress then the Myrtle Wreath Q. M. Bring in the Queen If She delay our Love Let out her Blood and those weak Bars Remove Enter Guards bringing in the Young Queen Muly Labas his Queen and Murderer To Expiate his Death you are Summon'd here To prove how much the World by you has lost And what Atonement's due t' a Monarch's Ghost Y. Q. Yes Madam when great Princes Die I 'de have Their Majesty kept up beyond the Grave Such streams of Blood should for their Murders pay Their Ghosts should have a Train as great