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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A36983	The injured princess, or, The fatal vvager	D'Urfey, Thomas, 1653-1723.; Shakespeare, William, 1564-1616. Cymbeline.	1682 (1682)	Wing D2735; ESTC R15988	39,578	62

Taper More bright than yours that lights that World of Beauty Shou'd I swear this 't were fit all Plagues of Hell Shou'd bribe my Perjury Eug. Why has my Lord has my Ursaces sworn this Shatt. I wou'd he had not Had I not heard it he has so fair an outside Belief cou'd not have enter'd me Eug. Oh misery Shatt. Unhappy I that tell you this sad Story But Heaven knows my just and good design I cou'd not see you wrong'd and keep you ignorant Eug. Then is there nothing in Mankind but Vice No Faith no Honour Ye swift-footed hour Ye silent Witnesses of my true passion Call back his Oaths How often has he sworn To be for ever constant Shatt. Oh he will swear extreamly He takes a kind of pleasure to be perjur'd Eug. And will he kiss those Creatures Shatt. Kiss 'um Madam Alas wou'd that were all there 's no great fault in kissing Eug. Let me hear no more be dumb to th' rest for ever Shatt. I know he hates ye he has almost own'd as much When fir'd with Wine and Lust he told your fondness In sport to his new Mistress Eug. Oh hellish Act Oh curs'd Ingratitude Shatt. I swear your sad Misfortunes strike a heart That here vows to your service Be reveng'd Madam The way is easie Eug. Reveng'd Alas how shou'd I Unless upon my self by sighs and weepings For loving that false man Shatt. Another way Courts your acceptance Eug. How Sir Shatt. 'T is the secret'st and the sweetest way I dedicate my self thus to your pleasure Thus pay my adoration to your Beauty I am a man born nobler than Ursaces As young as vigorous and far more constant And will continue fast to your affection Still close and sure Eug. Oh Heaven Is 't possible And will you love me too Shatt. Love thee I better than my Soul Were I assur'd of celestial Joys Long as its Immortality love thee The tender Mother loves not her first-born The Poet Fame or the sick Youth his health With half that zeal Kind Fate she comes she yields Oh glorious Conquest Let me seal my Passion Upon thy snowy hands transported then rove higher And ransack this white Magazine of Beauty Here I shall find Eug. That which thou meritest Death Offers a Dagger at him Detested Wretch practis'd in Villany How I condemn my credulous Ears that have So long been Traitors Wert thou honourable Thou wou'dst have told me this for Vertues sake And not for such base Ends. Who 's there Clarina The King my Father shall be made acquainted Of this presumption and by punishment Equal to the Crime reward thy brutal folly Shatt. ' D's heart this won't do I must shift quickly or I 'me ruin'd Give me your gracious pardon What I have spoke was by your Lord's Command To try your Constancy and find if distance Cou'd play the Traitor with your faith and memory Which now I know unshook'd and shall acquaint him Eug. Can this be true Cou'd my Lord doubt me then Shatt. Alas you know Madam fierce Loves have still some jealousie He is a man of that clear equal temper That he inchants Societies unto him He sits amongst 'um like a descended God He has a kind of Grandeur sets him off More than a Mortal seeming Be not angry then Oh chastest of thy kind that I have adventur'd To try your Vertue by a false Report Being oblig'd by Oath and my design so honest Eug. I 'me satisfied you appear clear again Pray use my Power i' th' Court Shatt. My humble thanks I had almost forgot To entreat your Highness in a small Request And yet of moment too for it concerns Your Lord my self and other noble Friends That share in the design Eug. Pray what is 't Shatt. A dozen of us Gentlemen and your Lord The best feather of our Wing have mingled Sums To buy a Present for the Roman Emperor Which I the Factor for the rest have done in Britain here 'T is Plate of rare device and Jewels Of rich and exquisite form their value's great And I am something curious being a Stranger To have them in safe custody May it please ye To take 'um in protection Eug. Willingly Since 't is my Lord's Concern I 'le have 'um kept Here in my Apartment Shatt. They are in a Chest Attended by my Men I will presume To send them to ye only for this night I must aboard to morrow Eug. So soon Shatt. Indeed I must Therefore I shall beseech you if you please To greet your Lord by writing do it to night For I 've outstay'd the time that is material To th' tender of our Present Eug. I 'le instantly about it Send your Chest to me I 'le take care of it And see it safe return'd Shatt. Your Highness faithful Servant Exeunt Enter Queen Pisanio and Attendants A Viol. Queen 'T was but a gust of Passion in the King That like a ruffling Storm shakes the tall Grove Yet in a moment's gone and all is calm Pisan. I am much a debtor to your Majesty Queen Besides you shou'd consider he is old Peevish with sickness scarce had liv'd till now But for these Helps of Nature this rich Cordial Which I have made through providence to help him This Glass is worth a Kingdom to the Sick I give it thee Pisanio I give it as an Earnest Of future favour when thou art ill drink this 'T will conquer the Disease nay tho' given o're By all Physicians 't will renew thy health Pisan. Your Majesty 's too gracious but like the Sun Display your beams and shed your kindly blessings Upon a wither'd stump that cannot grow Tho' you can influence this rich Cordial Tho' of this heavenly nature can but add A minute more to th' snuff of my life's Taper That yet must out at last Queen We all must die my Lord But 't is no harm sure to prolong a life When living we do well therefore preserve it 'T is worth your care The King 's in bed good night My Lord. Pisan. Blessings still crown your Majesty Queen On him or Eugenia if it work I 'me happy Exit Pisan. There is a mystery in her tide of Favours Heaven will not let me know She always hated me 'Cause I mislik'd her Son yet now show'rs down All Kindnesses commends me to the King takes care Of my health and gives me here a Cordial to preserve it But why may not all this be as a hook and bait To get me from my Element of Honesty Hah it is it must I have it Hah beware then And tho' in Exile show thou lov'st Ursaces That good that brave young man I wish Eugenia Deserve him I have some fears I saw a Stranger A tall hot-blouded fluttering Fellow An hour ago strutting from her Apartment And as he went the perfum'd Pulvillio left a scent behind him Enough to choak a Civet-Cat I always thought her innocent Pray Heaven she prove so for if the Woman 's Fickle

another Fetch of female Policy This Swouning I have known a Woman swound At the puking of her Monkey or feign sorrow To see her Husband's Nose bleed● Craft Craft damn'd Craft I 'le not believe'um Oh she comes agen Eugen. False to his Bed What is it to be false To lye in watch there and to think of him To weep 'twixt hour and hour If Sleep charge Nature To break it with a frightful Dream of him And cry my self awake can this be Falshood Pisan. Weak Excuses You ill plead Innocence when your vertuous Lord Defames you thus by Letter and has proof Of your detested Crime for well I know He wou'd not write this without good assurance Eugen. Yes any thing to please his new-found Mistress That basely reaps the harvest of my Love Mens Vows are Womens Traitors and as Synon That perjur'd Wretch that cunning flattering Greek By weeping scandall'd many a holy Tear So does Ursaces by his broken Oaths The Faith of all Mankind Pisan. And you by Levity The vertue of your Sex Kneel therefore and pray Or unprepar'd receive your Fate Draws Eugen. I swear I am not guilty yet do not wish to live Kneels Ursaces being false Come strike my Lord Strike the innocent Mansion of my Love my heart And give a hapless much wrong'd Woman rest As lasting as her woes Pisan. Do you not fear Eugen. My grief has made me past it Pisan. Die then lest it return it wonnot be Methinks some Genius hinders my rash Arm And blames my cruel purpose Eugen. Make not my Death your Sport But do a speedy justice for your Friend And tell my Lord when I am laid in Earth He then may revel quietly Pisan. I cannot do 't And I 'le attempt no farther If she is false Let Heaven punish her I 'le leave her to its mercy And with some bloudy token greet her Lord As if I had perform'd the horrid Action Madam I pity you and through that passion Resolve to save your Life But from this moment Expect no further service for Heaven forbid The least grain of my Love shou'd fall on her Whose blameful Levity wrong'd my dearest Friend Thus then I turn away and all alone Within this gloomy melancholy Desart Leave you to Fortune If you are innocent That Innocence protect you but if guilty As I much doubt you are let Thunder Punish the hated Falshood Fare ye well Eugen. Stay dear my Lord Oh do not leave me so So lost so comfortless Pisan. No tears shall stop me there 's too much of Woman in ' um Eugen. Alas I know not where I am The Place Is ruthless wild and uninhabited No friendly Path leads to a neighbouring Village But all untrod and savage like the Covert Of some rude Satyr here only Nettles grow and Ivy That clings to th' dismal Ewe and in yon Rock The dreadful spotted Toads and poysonous Serpents Will hourly fright me with their Croaks and Hisses Ah do not leave me in this horrid Place For I shall die with Fear Pisan. I must be gone Tho' her words touch me strangely Aside Eugen. I shall be starv'd too Recal recal Humanity And let that aged Breast bear tender Nature Let th' Oath of Knighted charm ye not to suffer A wretched Princess famish in a Desart Pisan. The Summer-fruit that now lades every Bush Makes vain that Fear To help ye a little Take here this Glass I had it from the Queen What 's in 't is precious when you 're sick a dram on 't Will drive away Distemper Farewel my heart Bleeds for ye altho' your abhorred Crimes deserve no pity Exit Eugen. Ye mighty Powers that sway yon glorious Heaven Rise from your awful Thrones look down and pity A wretched Innocence for well ye know I 'me guiltless and deserve not this Barbariety Tho' more than Scithians cruel Poor Eugenia Where wilt thou fly for Succour Home is fatal If to my Lord why he has sent to kill me Too cruel Husband of a Wife so faithful Oh wretched state Oh Misery If Vertue be thus us'd How are the vicious punish'd What shall I do And whither shall I turn As some poor Slave Accus'd of Crimes which he had never done Is from his angry Patron 's Favour thrown Hated altho' he faithfully did serve Is cast on some wild Beach to pine and starve In vain bemoans himself and makes defence In vain sighs weeps and tells his Innocence Sits sadly on some Rock his Eyes do flow Mourns his hard Fate but knows not where to go So I unskilful what strange Course to run Must perish here by faithless man undone Exit The End of the Third Act. ACT IV. SCENE I Enter Queen Cloten Clarina Jachimo Aurelia and Attendants Queen THou seed of Mischief young Practitioner In th' Art of Treachery how didst thou dare To conceal this devilish Secret No less than the disturbance of a Nation But in thy death I 'le strait revenge th' Affront Clar. Oh do not fright me with the name of Death But look with pity Madam on my tears And see a wretched Virgin beg for Life So may your Raign be prosp'rous so your Beauty Still fresh and heavenly as your mercy flows In showers of tender pity on my youth Cloten Pity Ay let me have her I 'le show pity on her Youth Gad I 'le first make my Footman ravish her And then have her hang'd Iachimo And why your Footman my Lord I hope you have Other Friends about you that will do her that kindness Queen I have consider'd now she shall not die so well But banish'd live to prolong her misery And none shall help her upon pain of Death My Lord Iachimo to you I give the Wretch Use her as she deserves Hence hated Harpey Clar. Nay kill me now and I will think you kind Let 〈◊〉 not be a prey to his wild Lust. Queen Away with her I will not hear a word Iachimo You 'l like me better in the Countrey Madam Come come there 's no remedy Drags her out Clar. No spark of Pity help help Cloten Stop her Mouth away with her I 'le go and Dispatch a small Affair and follow thee Exit Queen I 've been too slow in executing vengeance Too dull and cold had I been diligent I cou'd have stopp'd her posting toward Gallia And sent her Post to the Furies Who 's that comes yonder Aurel. The King Madam and by his actions seems In a high rage Queen I 'le whet it to a madness Enter King Lords and Guards King Go search the Countrey round and bring her back Send out more Horses let every Town and Village Be narrowly survey'd each House each Cottage Caves Grotto's nay the very clefts of Rocks Seek and return me this rebellious Fugitive Or lose your Monarch ever Queen Send to Milford If you 'l succeed We hear now she 's gone to ship For Gallia to meet her Love in Exile Enter a Captain Capt. I come to inform your Majesty that the