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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A58829	The unhappy kindness, or, A fruitless revenge a tragedy, as it is acted at the Theatre Royal / wrirten [sic] by Mr. Scot.	Scott, Mr. (Thomas), fl. 1696-1697.; Fletcher, John, 1579-1625. Wife for a month.	1697 (1697)	Wing S2089B; ESTC R38225	36,696	56

damn'd deceitfull Hellish Poisonous Villain Alp. What saith my Mother O my mind misgives me Q. Mother Th' art Poison'd Son by thy own Mother Poison'd Who has her self drunk of the deadly draught To lead thee to the Mansions of the blessed Give me more Air let inundations flow Colder than Snow upon the Scythian Mountains O I 'm all fire Sorano is the Villain Let infinite tortures such as those I feel Light on his Head and then I shall die pleas'd Dies Alp. Now my Valerio where are all my hopes Ye Gods but still you must be mercifull Tho' man can't search the ways of Providence But at a distance views you in your works O Mournfull Triumph fatal Victory The earth is now Alphonso's only Throne And that in death I 'll keep I feel him coming Or am I dead already no death's cold But I 'm all fire fire the raging Dog-star Reigns in my blood O which way shall I turn me Val. Hast thee Pisano fly for the Physicians Tell 'em rewards exceeding all their wishes Shall Crown their cares if they 'll restore back to us This one lov'd life Look up my honour'd Lord See willing nations courting ye to live Alp. Give me more Air Air more Air blow blow Open thou Eastern gate and blow upon me Distill thy cold dews O thou Icy Moon And rivers run through my afflicted spirit Aetna and all his flames burn in my Head Fling me into the Ocean or I perish Dig dig dig 'till the springs fly up The cold cold springs that I may leap into 'em And bath my scorch'd limbs in their purling pleasures O shoot me up into the higher region Where Treasures of delicious snow are nourish'd And banquets of sweet hail Val. Haste there shut all the Palace gates and seize that Villain Tortures exceeding those o' th' damn'd in Hell Shall be thy lot Sor. I dare your utmost malice There I 'm reveng'd and in that thought rejoyce Val. Go bear him to the rack Was ever day like this Alp. What will you sacrifice me Upon the Altar lay my willing body And pile your wood up fling your holy incense And as I turn me you shall see all flame Consuming flame stand off me or y' are ashes Val. help me to raise him Sirs Alp. Bring hither Charity and let me hug her They say she 's cold Infinite cold devotion cannot warm her Draw me a River of false Lovers tears Clean through my breast they are dull cold and forgetfull And will give ease Let Virgins sigh upon me Forsaken souls their sighs are precious Let 'em all sigh O Hell Hell Hell O horror Val. What scalding sweats he has Alp. I am inclos'd in all consuming flames Like Phaton let me fly let me fly give me room Betwixt the cold bear and the raging Lyon Lyes my safe way O for a Cake of Ice now To clap upon my heart to comfort me Decrepid Winter hang upon my shoulders And let wear thy frozen Isicles Like Jewels round about my head to cool me My eyes burn out and sink into their sockets And my infected brain like brimstone boils I live in Hell and several furies Vex me O carry me where no Sun ever show'd yet A face of comfort where the Earth is Chrystal Never to be dissolv'd where naught inhabits But night and cold and nipping Frost and Winds That cut the stubborn rocks and make 'em shiver Set me there Friends I feel it and am happy Dies Val. There broke the noble heart I shou'd follow him In death did not the charms of love recall me Bear in th' unhappy relicks and prepare Noble interments worthy their great lives For me I have some right to the succession Which in a general Assembly I 'll make known Death finds the Monarch seated on his Throne With as much ease as th' humble Cottager But Proud unthinking men are taught too late No power can save 'em from the hand of fate Exeunt Omnes FINIS

us So well Valerio loves thee O Evanthe That to be thine for one short month I 'd give My present fortune hopes of future greatness That scene of joys which I still hope to find Lasting as age in my Evanthe's arms The Sun may move and change the face of Nature VVe 'll know no change but blest in one another Eternal love and never fading pleasures Shall fill the course of each revolving year Fr. Guards separate those two Val. VVhat means your Highness Fr. To interrupt you Sir lest you should surfeit And lose your self in your imagin'd bliss Thou rash presumptious Fool that art so prodigal Of love and service but much more of thy life Val. I was Sir once when in the face of Death I fought the Cause of an ungrateful Master What have I done Sir to deserve your anger If it be error to desire to marry And marry her that Sanctity would dote on I have done amiss if it be a Treason To graft my Soul to Vertue and to grow there To love the Tree that bears such happiness Nay to desire to taste too I am a Traitor Had you but Plants enough of this blest Tree Set round about your Court to beautify it Deaths twice as many to dismay th' Approachers The ground would scarce yeild Graves to noble Lovers Pis aside to Al. This goes as we could wish for now Valerio Enrag'd at Frederick's unjust Refusal Will with more ease be won to our Desires Love and Revenge have made him ours already Al. Love and Revenge will those two powerful Ministers Prevail with him that 's deaf to Honours call Can he who has with Resolution born On his Sword 's point the Quarrel of a Nation Yeild up his Life so tamely for a Woman Howe're I 'll take him when his manlier Vertues Sit o're his Soul and bring him home to honour Val. As for my Life I 've hitherto preserv'd it And wear it now only to do you service How I have serv'd you Sir these here can witness I have some wounds too may plead strongly for me But since you have deny'd my first Request All other Offers tho it was your Crown Bright as it is I wou'd with scorn look down on Fr. 'T is well maintain'd Just now I think you wish● So much you dote upon your own undoing But for one month t' enjoy her as your VVife Tho at th'expiring of that time you die for it Val. I could wish many ages Sir To grow as old as Time in her Embraces If Heaven wou'd grant it and you-smile upon it But if my Choice were two hours and then perish I wou'd not pull my Heart back Fr. You have your wish Immediately I 'll see you nobly married Your time take out in all content and pleasure But when that time 's expir'd you must die for it Kneel not not all your Prayers can divert me 'T is true immediate Death should be your doom But you have done some service that pleads for you Now mark your Sentence mark it scornful Lady If when Valerio's dead within twelve hours For that 's your latest time you find not out Another Husband on the same condition To marry you again you die your self too Ev. Now you are merciful I thank your Grace Fr. If when y' are married you but seek t' escape Out of the Kingdom you or she or both Or to infect mens minds with hot Commotions You die both instantly will you love me now Lady My Tale will now be heard but now I scorn you Exit cum Sur. Ev. Is our fair Love our honest and entire Come to this hazard Val. 'T is a noble one Envy could not have studied me a way Nor Fortune pointed out a Path to Honour Straighter and nobler if she had her Eyes VVhen I have once enjoy'd my sweet Evanthe And blest my Youth with her most dear Embraces I have done my Journey here my Day is out All that the world has else is foolery Labour and loss of time what should I live for Think but Man's life a month and we are happy A Paradice as thou art my Evanthe Is only made to wonder at a little Enough for humane Eyes and then to wander from Come grudge not my felicity Ev. I 'll to the Queen his Mother Val. Do any thing that 's honest But if you sue to him in death I hate you Ex. Ev. Friends we must have a Masque I think Camillo You are a Poet pray let me beg this courtesie Cam. I 'm glad to see you merry Sir Val. Twou'd make you merry had you such a VVife And such an age t' enjoy her in Men. An age Sir Val. Is' t not age to him that is contented What should I seek for more such Youth and Beauty Cl. We confess you happy but on what Price my Lord Val. 'T were nothing else No Man can ever come to aim at Heaven But through the knowledge of an Hell Who would live long Who would be old 't is such a weariness Such a disease it hangs like Lead upon us As it increases so vexations Griefs of the Mind Pains of the feeble Body Rheums Coughs Catarrhs we are but our living Coffins Besides the fair Soul 's old too it grows covetous Which shows all Honour is departed from us And we are Earth again Cl. You make fair use Sir Val. I would not live to learn to lye Cleanthes For all the world old men are prone to that too Thou that hast been a Soldier Menallo Adopted thy brave Arm the Heir to Victory Would'st thou live so long till thy strength forsook thee Till thou grew'st only a long tedious Story Of what thou hast been till thy Sword hung by And lazy Spiders fill'd the Hilt with Cobwebs Men. No sure I wou'd not Val. 'T is not fit thou shou'd'st To dye a Young man is to be an Angel Our great good parts put Wings upon our Souls They stay sure come I hear the Musick call us Exit with Camillo Men. We will attend you Marriage and Hanging go by Destiny 't is the old Proverb now they come together here comes the Ld. Alphonso how happy had we been if he had reign'd Enter Alphonso Al. Tho he is hasty and his Anger Death His Will like Torrents not to be resisted Yet Law and Justice go along to guide him And what Law or what Justice can he find To justifie his Will Cl. He seems concern'd Men. One of his melancholy Fits that ne're last long Alp. Yet after all Death is unwelcome never Unless it be to tortur'd and sick Souls That make their own Hells here on Earth The poor Slave that lies private has his Liberty As amply as his Master in the Grave The Earth as light upon him and the Flowers That grow about him smell as sweet and flourish But whensoever it comes crown'd with Honour When Memory and Vertue are our Mourners What pleasures shall we then find in the Grave Cl. How does your

Lordship Al. Very well one two three you can't hurt me for all that Cl. What thinks your Lordship of this Wedding Alp. They have given him a hot Custard and mean to burn his mouth with it Men. Pray my Lord what News these Wars have made us Strangers to the Court. Alp. You may be honest and grow old as I am and blow your fingers ends Men. My Lord that 's no News Alp. You may be Knaves then when you please stark Knaves and build fair Houses but your Heirs shall have none of ' em Men. These are undoubted Al. Truth is not worth the hearing I 'll tell you News then there was a drunken Sailer that got a Mermaid with Child as she went a milking and now she sues him in the Bawdy Court for it the Infant Monster is brought up in Fish street Cl. Ay this is something Al. I 'll tell you more because y' are Soldiers there was a Fish taken a monstrous Fish with a Sword by his side a long Sword a Pike in his Neck and a Gun in his Nose and Letters of Mart in his Mouth from the Duke of Florence Men. With submission my Lord this sounds something odly Al. I do confess it do you think I wou'd tell you truths that dare not hear 'em You are honest things we Courtiers scorn to converse with Men. He 'll grow mad anon and beat us let us to the Masque Exeunt Al. Can there be any nature so unnoble Or anger so inhumane to pursue this Yes he that cou'd not hear the voice of nature That call'd aloud when by his barbarous hands A Father fell will have his Ears seal'd up In the commission of a meaner Act Enter Pedro Pisano and Petruchio Ped. Marry'd yes when I mean to be hang'd 't is the surer Contract Al. Was not the Monster ripe for Hell already He shou'd live something longer to compleat This last design and make his damning sure Ped. Why don't we about it then What do we stand preaching for You my Lords may have your quirks and quiddles your times and occasions but I know no more than a Word and a Blow let us first cut his throat and talk on 't afterwards Al. Nay we 'll do more than talk the fatal thread Which held the Sword of Justice o're his head H' has cut himself to make destruction sure The evening of his Reign draws on apace But if we don 't with timely care prevent him He 'll mark his way with ruine as he falls And like a fiery Meteor set in blood Ped. Why so it be his own 't is no matter Why are we not in arms and the whole City given to know Al. Discreetly and privately it must be done 't will miss else and prove our ruines when you all hear the Castle Bell take courage and stand like Men mean time be near his person to avoid suspicion I must into the presence my Mother's fears will work else Exit cum Pisano and Petruchio Scene draws and discovers the Court seated for the Masque that ended the King speaks Fr. Come to the Banquet Sir when that 's ended I 'll see you in your Bed and then good night Be merry you have a sweet Bedfellow Val. I thank your Grace and ever shall be bound unto your Nobleness Fr. I pray I may deserve that thanks set forward Exeunt Omne● ACT III. SCENE I. Sorano Solus Sor. TO love and be with Scorn and Pride rejected To see another revel in those Joys Those sweet Delights I now must never hope for Love at the best tho crown'd with soft compliance Is but a sickly transport of the mind A weakness wise men ever were asham'd of Then when 't is hopeless what brave Soul can bear it Yet still I love and loving must enjoy I feel that Fire I once hop'd quite extinct Dilate it self with a redoubled fury The King and this Valerio stand betwixt Me and my hopes therefore both shall dye Him I 'll make odious for Valerio's death And mad Alphonso's what 's the consequence The people mischief-ripe rais'd by my power Shall kill the Tyrant and at once make way For Love and my Ambition Here comes one Ripe for the combat and those fancy'd joys Which like a shadow still shall fly before him Enter Val. Val. They drink abundantly I 'm hot with Wine too Lustily warm I 'll steal now to my happiness 'T is midnight and the silent hours invite me The Dew of Wine and Sleep hang on their Eye-lids Steep their dull senses in the healths they drink That I may quickly find my lov'd Evanthe Sor. How brisk he is but I shall quickly cool him Make him wish he were dead on 's Marriage night Or bedrid with old age Val. Is not the end of our ambitions Of all our humane studies Obtaining of our wishes Certain it is and there man makes his center I have my wish what 's left me to accuse now I 'm friends with all the world but thy base malice To Sor. Go glory in thy mischiefs thou proud man And cry it to the world thou hast ruin'd vertue Sor. You 'll sing me a new Song anon Valerio And wish these hot words Val. I despise thee fellow Thy threats or flatteries all I fling behind me I have obtain'd Evanthe I have marry'd her And Fate shall not with-hold me from enjoying her Sor. 'T is very likely Val. And that short time I have to bless me with her I 'll make an age I 'll reckon each embrace A year of pleasure and each night a jubilee Ev'ry quick kiss a spring and when I mean To lose my self in all delightfulness Twenty sweet Summers I will tye together I will dye old in love tho young in pleasure Sor. But that I hate thee deadly I could pity thee Thou art the poorest miserable thing This day on earth I 'll tell thee why Valerio All thou esteemest and build'st upon for happiness For joy for pleasure for delight is past thee And like a wanton dream already vanish Val. Is my Love false Sor. No she is constant to thee Constant to all thy misery she shall be And curse thee too Val. Is my strong body weaken'd Charm'd or abus'd with subtle drink Sor. Neither I dare speak thee still as lusty As when thou lov'dst her first as strong and hopeful The month th' hast given thee is a month of misery And where thou think'st each hour shall yeild a pleasure Look for a killing pain for thou shalt find it Before thou diest each minute shall prepare it And ring so many Knells to sad afflictions Val. Undo thy Riddle I am prepar'd whatever fate shall follow Sor. Dost thou see this Ring Val. Yes and know it too 't is the King's Sor. Then mark me by vertue of this Ring this I pronounce thee 'T is the King's will Val. Let me know it suddenly Sor. If thou dost offer to touch Evanthe's body Beyond a kiss tho thou art marry'd to her And