Having stopt her Ravens-Croak I must obtain thy Art and Int'rest To introduce me safe and privately Into your Ladies Bed-Chamber Pyr. I 'le do 't Art Do and I 'le make thee happy do and make me Thy Vassal To behold 'em Kissing Courting Embracing Oh How that dear Scene transports me Now Sorceress I 'le countermine your Charms And whil'st she fryes in her warm Satyres Arms I 'le make her Veins with a new Poyson swell And put her in a Sweat more hot than Hell Exeunt Finis Actus Secundus ACT THE THIRD Philander and Olizia in a Bed-Chamber Oliz. HAve I not yet deserved your Heart unkind Philander I have a mighty Sum to reckon with you Phil. And 't is a Debt I am too poor to pay Let me but count it up then blush and Dye The Trojan Youth whose dazled Eyes survey'd Three tempting Courting Goddesses at once Did not behold thy Worth The fair Olizia Has in her all their Deities Their Charms Beauty Wit Glory are united here Oliz. Oh Sir lay by this airy flattering Style Yet you speak kindly and there is some Bliss In a kind word to her that has no more Phil. Mirror of Goodness Thou art all Divine And he that should embrace such infinite Charms Ought to be Lord of all th' united Graces That Lover e're possest Greatness should wait Upon his Birth and Honor on his Sword And to Crown all his undivided Soul Should be entirely thine whil'st no less Lights Should shine before thy Sun But I poor I Unworthy far unworthy want all these And for thy Wrongs and my Ingratitude When my just Grief has bow'd me to the Dust And the kind Grave has purged my Dross away Thy Love I only can in Heav'n repay Oliz. Can't you be Just unless you Dye Nor must You love me 'till we meet among the Stars 'T is very hard Yet 't is some Joy to think I shall find Love in Heav'n For I 've but little here Phil. Oh matchles Sweetness And thou cruel Heart Since my Pantheas Pow'r has harden'd thee To that Inflexible and stubborn Marble Aside Too stiff to kneel to this Celestial Creature Own own the Cause of thy Impiety Cheat her no more but say Panthea Lives Dear Madam I 've a sad Truth to tell you Oliz. And is it sad dear Sir Out with it then For since th' unkind Philander will not love me All that is Sad all that is Miserable Should center here Phil. More weight to my Confusion Yet I must speak Oliz. What would you say Phil. Dear Madam Suppose that Oliz. What That you have got some other Dear Ghost besides Pantheas Alas You need no more her Pow'r alone 's too Great And whil'st For her cold Shade you from my Arms retire Her Ashes have more Lustre than my Fire Phil. Now you present my Guilt in all its Horrors But Madam whil'st I gaze on this bright Glory And stand like a Damn'd Soul that 's placed within The Sight of Paradise and must not enter Impute it to a strange commanding Cause Imagine that the lost Panthea lives Oliz. Panthea lives Then Gods shut in your Day Light and the World and all your Joyes farewel There wanted but this Stroke This dreadful Word Has all the wounds Despair and Death can give Swoons away Phil. What have I done The killing Sound has closed Her fainting Eyes her Rosy Sweet's shut up Like a be-nighted Flow'r She 's gone She 's gone My dearest sweetest kindest Life return Return and keep thy mourning Slave alive Revive look up open those orient Lights And take my Sighs my Soul into thy Eyes Oliz. Why do you wake me Now Panthea lives You should be kind and give me Leave to dye Let my Heart break do let it break Since she Fills all your Soul there is no Room for me Swoons agen Phil. She 's gone agen Return dear Saint return Look up and live It is not I alone That call thee back the Gods themselves invite thee Oliz. Why do you raise me from Death's gentle Sleep And force a poor lost wretched thing to live You ne're were truly Cruel till this Hour Oh let me dye I dye to make you Happy Then your Panthea may possess you all Go to her Sir and tell her when I 'm Dead And laid aside forgotten in the Dust Shee needs not fear a Rival Then she may safely please her Loved Philander Meet your kind Looks and fill those dear dear Arms And like a Star all Glorious all Divine Rise in that Heav'n where I must never shine Phil. Talk not of Death Live to inrich the Universe Live to bless me Alas I only said She Lived to try your Courage Oliz. Was that all Phil. Ah that my Pity should make me a Traytor But Is it Treason to preserve a Life So Precious No she cannot must not dye If Love can save her Oliz. But Sir Are you sure Panthea does not Live Phil. Name her no more All that is Excellent all that 's Divine Lives in thy Arms Fixt in that glorious Sphear Let me look down on poor and abject Mortals Oliz. My kind dear Lord What a bright Change is here Did you then only fright my Soul away To call it back again with such blest Musick Phil. Dear Divinity Shall I like an unsatisfyed dull Fool Be willful blind to such Tryumphant Bliss Or like young Alexander's mad Ambition Idly and wildly rave for other VVorlds VVhen I have all all Natures VVealth in Thee No my best Life Embracing her Enter Artaban and Pyrgus Pyr. Stand there Your Slaves are ready Exit Art Patience ye Gods Hold hold my boyling Blood Oh! 't were a rare and excellent Revenge To joyn their Hearts on my Swords Point as close As their Engendring Lips Oliz. VVhat Man art thou Art One that comes hither to behold a Sight VVould damn a Saint and blast a Basilisk To see two brooding Vipers mix their Poysons And a lascivious lewd Adult'ress burn VVith Lust far more tempestuous Flames far hotter Than that great Day when the Young Charioteer Misled the Sun and set the World on Fire Look here Have you forgot this Face Undisguises Oliz. Confusion Oh dreadful Is Artaban Alive Phil. Ha! is he Risen from a Grave Oliz. Who waits there Art Stir not a Foot and stop your idle Clamors Lest my winged Fury launch your bloated Soul Into those Lakes of Everlasting Brimstone And antedate your just your just Damnation Oliz. To see you Live is no small wonder But As you deserted me a True Barbarian I have no hopes you are return'd a Convert It is not VVinds or Seas or Change of Air Can tame a Savage or can calm a Tyger Go on then Sir VVhat Death is 't I must dye Art Dye By this Light a Question worth disputing And it would puzle an Ingenious Artist T' invent a way to kill thee For by Fire Or VVater 't is impossible to do 't Betwixt thy Falshood and thy flowing Lust Thou art too
enough to Damn thee Exit Pyrgus Oh Horrid Bloody Savage Beast of Prey Think not to hide thy cursed impious Head No Tyger through all the World I 'le hunt thee Dead Nay tho thy Devils make thee walk Invisible Through all thy Infernal Guards I 'le find thee out 'T is not the Center of the Earth shall hide Thee from my Rage Like a new Hercules I 'le Dive to Hell but I will reach this Traytour Enter Artaban Yonder he comes Tryumphant Impudence Art Ah Sir The Fair Panthea is for ever lost Phil. Ravens and Scriech-Owls The Insulting Monster Owns th'Exacrable Deed. Aside Art And now Philander Beset with all the Horrours of Despair Hither I come Phil. Yes Infidel to Dye Draws Art What do I see Phil. Now ye Great Pow'rs you 're Kind Thou Limb of Vengeance and thou Brand of Hell Take thy Reward Art Confusion Hold yet hold Why all this Fury Phil. Why this staggering Guilt Base Hell-Hound Have thy Crimes made thee a Coward Art Coward and Crimes Death Why all this to me Phil. To Thee To Thee Ask thy black Soul and let Thy startled Conscience tremble at this Arm Art Why all this Fury Sir Explain this Riddle Phil. Oh harden'd Hypocrite Art Sir Do but hear me Phil. Yes thy last Groans Art Yet hold let me but speak Phil. When thou art Damn'd Talk on Fights and Kills Artaban Art As I am Dying let me know rash Murderer Why thou hast Kill'd the very Man that Lov'd thee Phil. Lov'd me Can thy black Soul thus doubly stain'd With Fair Olizia and Panthea's Blood Breath such a Word as Love Art Oh strange Impiety I lift a Hand against Panthea's Life What Poisonous Traitour has abus'd your Ears Phil. What do I hear Art As you would give Me Peace within the Grave and Bliss in Heav'n Name me the Monster that my Death may Blast him Phil. Has that false Devil Pyrgus Art Did he tell you so What more than Hellish Rage provok'd him to This Blasphemy By my last Hopes Olizia and the Fair Panthea lives Phil. Oh abhor'd Slave Oh most detested Villainy Has my mistaken curst infernal Fury Pull'd down such Ruins Art Ah Forbear this Grief My Life 's not worth a Tear The Cruel Fair Panthea Could ne'r be Mine And What is Life without Her Thou weep'st to see me Bleed Dry up thy Tears And let me Kiss that dear kind Hand that Kill'd me Since that Bright Form do's in a Cloister lie What has her hopeless Slave to do but Die But Sir Tho my Hard-fated Love could ne'r be Blest Be Thine more Prosperous in my Death I make Thy Passage free to thy Olizias Arms I give Her Thee 'T is the last Legacy Of thy expiring Friend Phil. Oh wond'rous setting Virtue Art But Could the Fair Lysandra never Love me Could all my Sighs not light one Spark of Pity Beauty thou Pageant of the Frantick World And Love false Love with all thy Cheats Farewel When I am Dead take me ye Gods and place me Upon some Hollow Sounding Arch of Heav'n There lend me but a Voice as loud as Thunder And I 'le Convert the doating World below me Dies Phil. What have I done What Guilt what Shame what Horrors Surround my staggering Soul Ye Gods he gave me Olizia This Bright Miracle of Honour With his last Breath could bless his Murderer Thou most unhappy injured Prince farewel Who would believe this bloody barbarous Deed That Savages would blush at was th' Effect Of Love Great Loâ—e the brightest Spark of Heav'n Could blow into this Thunder O ye Gods What is your World What 's Life What 's Human Fate When if your Dooms our Ruines have Decreed The noblest Cause can Act the blackest Deed. Enter Pyrgus Pyr. What do I see 'T is as my Soul could wish Dead by this Light H' has done the Feat so sweetly Phil. Ha Devil Art thou here Ye Gods I ask no more Pyr. Why that odd Face Prethee rough Sir look calmly Phil. Monster hear me For tho my aking Hand and boyling Veins Hold back my Rage from thy accursed Heart With greater Pain than e're thy Mother bore thee Yet I would talk with thee before thou' rt Damn'd Pyr. Well angry Sir and What is 't you would say Phil. Thou black Incendiary What strange Fury Provoked thee to this Execrable Malice Pyr. Dull Sir I 'le tell you Know I loved Panthea And that infatuated Lord my Rival Rose like a Planet to destroy my Hopes I knew at last Time and his Courting Glories Would melt a Passage to her frozen Heart And when she had Married him my Villainies Would be detected and at least my Ruin If not my Throat would make her an Atonement But know my Soul 's too Proud to Live with Infamy To see my Slave my Princess and to lose That gay proud haughty Thing I had Bought and Paid for Thus 'twixt Despair and my defeated Lust I made thy sensless foolish Love my Property To cut my Safety through his Heart Phil. Damnation Was there ever Dungeon Jaile Or Gibbet that could Match this harden'd Infidel But I do Talk and let the Villain live Offers at him Pyr. Hold Sir Draws a Pistol Make not your self too large a Promise Stand off I scorn the worst your Rage dares do Phil. What means this Baseness Coward Pyr. Only Sir If you 're for such a Bloody Game as Death I am a Rook and play not on the Square Phil. Slave Do'st thou think to Frighâ— me At thy Soul Pyr. Are you so Brisk Shoots and misses him Curse on my erring Hand Draws Yet hold Hear me one word Phil. Speak then make hast Be quick and short for know this Breath's your last Pyr. Tho that dull wand'ring Fire has mist thy Life I 've still the Odds Know this invenomed Steel With the least Touch gives Death Retire rash Man There 's Poison in this Sword Phil. And greater in thy Veins Go tell thy Canker'd Venomous Bloated Soul Thee and thy Arts of Hell I 'le thus Confound Kills him Pyr. Thou 'st Kill'd me and I fain would Curse thee for 't But Oh my Breath grows Faint my Eyes turn Giddy And in a Mist I 'm lost Dyes Phil. The Villain has drawn Blood His Arm bloody Enter Olizia and Women Oliz. Oh my Philander I have those Contradictions in my Fate Those Bars betwixt my Joys that nothing but A Cloister and a Grave can Reconcile But e're I take my Everlasting Leave Both of the World and Thee I can't but come To breath my Last Farewel Phil. Life of my Life My Dearest Sweetest Heav'n thou art too kind Oliz. Oh my Philander Could I but believe Flatter my breaking Heart Philander Loved me Then I in Peace could Die. Phil. Divinest Madam If all my Oaths in Life could not Convince thee As I am Dying hear this one last Vow By all my Hopes above I 'm only Thine Oliz. Dying What words are these Phil. Look there t' explain ' em That Impious Black Infernal Traitour Pyrgus With a long Mask of Complicated Perjuries Told me His Savage Lord had Murthered Thee And by my violent mistaken Rage In thy Revenge that God-like Martyr fell That generous Prince who with his Dying Breath Gave me Olizia Perish't by this Hand Oliz. Was ever such a dismal Scene of Horrour Phil. And yet that dismal Scene Was the Effect of Love impetuous Love What Flesh and Blood fill'd with a Soul like Mine Could hear thy Death and not run Mad as I did But my hard Fate the Gods have doubly punish't By my just Hand that cursed Villain dyed And I am Murder'd by his Poison'd Sword Oliz. Why was I Born ye Gods to see this Day Is there no Help no Art no Succouring Angels To save his Life Phil. VVere 't in the Pow'r of Fate The precious Balm of thy kind Tears would do 't But 't is too late Oliz. VVas this the dismal VVeapon That has undone the World Oh fatal Steell Thou hast been cruel but I 'le make thee kind Falls on the Sword Phil. What have you done Oliz. Nothing but only paid The Debts of dying Love Tho cruel Fate Divorced me from thy Arms and Cancell'd all Our Marriage-Joys yet in the Grave in that Cold Bridal-Bed I shall not be deny'd To lie a sleeping Virgin by thy Side Phil. Can then my Kind and generous Princess Leave all her Greatness all her blooming Youth Let those dear Eyes those sparkling Twins of Love And all that mighty Mass of Infinite Beauty Lie undistinguish'd in the Common Heap Of mouldring Dust ghastly as Death and wither'd As the naked scraggy Roots of unborn Flow'rs And all for her unhappy worthless Slave Oliz. Alas Sir What have I to do with Eyes Life Youth and Beauty Are they not all Yours Created Yours a Part of my dear Lord And Should they dare Survive when he is gone No 't is but Just they in your Urn should lie When the Tree falls the scatter'd Blossoms die Phil. Now thou' rt too kind Oliz. Could I do less to shew I loved Philander The meanest of my Sex can Live and Love Each common Spark inspires that Noble Heat To Die for Love is only truly Great Nor is this all the Glory of my Death Ye Gods I bring my Innocence to Heav'n Free from Loves grosser and impurer Charms I die a Virgin in a Husband's Arms Dyes Phil. She 's dead She 's dead Meet her ye Gods Oh meet her Throw open all the shining Gates of Heav'n And Sally out thick as the Beams of Day To her Immortal Praise new tune your Sphears At her dear Feet your brightest Diadems lay Ye Gods 't is Beauties Coronation-Day But Oh! in all her Heavenly Pomp she wants Her Loyal Slave I come bright Saint I come To fill the State of thy Celestial Train Thus may I Kneel and Thou for ever Reign Dyes FINIS
Why His Fortunes Were not so large but that the great Lord Lysias Had Treasures Favors Honors to bestow Such as might dazle a much surer Friend Were you not sensible that Lord had Courted her For many Years and when he saw her Beauty Design'd your Prize no doubt his slighted Passion Converted to Revenge and to strike home And blast your whole Lifes Peace he chose your Confident Your own best Friend t'administer the Poyson Art I thank you for your galless soft Morality But I have at present no such Gentle Thoughts About me to be preach'd into a Convert Cor. Had I been you I would have search'd the World T' have found that Impious Lord and when I had fixt His perjur'd Soul low as that Hell that had Inspired it I 'de have brought his Canker'd Heart And laid it at her Feet and then received Her spotless Honor in my longing Bosom Prized her above my Life loved her next Heaven Not left her so inhumanly as you did Art Yes Madam had we liv'd i' th' Golden-Age When Milk and Herbs were th' only Riotous food Then Women were not pampered into Lust Then Man 's more temperate blood had less gall in 't And then your Morals might be practicable Cor. Was ever such a Cruel Temper heard But she has rewarded that your Barbarity And fixt that Mirtle Wreath which your unkindness Had forfeited on a deserving Brow Art How Cozen Cor. She has taken the advantage Of that false Fame that told us you were dead Art Married agen Cor. Indeed 't was much unlucky But 't is no more than you deserved Art How Married Confusion on her hot rank burning Blood Death Married Now did I not tell thee Gobrias What precious Saints are Women Cursed Women Married agen Damn her Cor. What have I done Aside Consider 't was your Fault Do not blame her You left her basely left her all in Tears And as a just Reward for your Unkindness We had been long confirm'd that you were lost And Dead Art And she like a sad Widow drank My Funeral-Wine on her new Wedding night Confound the Syren Cor. Oh forbear this Fury Consider 't was a Sin of Ignorance Nor is her Error any lawless Love Her Love at worst has only Marryed and You know that Marriages are writ in Heaven Art Yes they 're writ there so are Wars Plagues Famines So all the Engines of the Sky th' Events Of Thunders Comets Earthquakes Deluges Design'd from the Foundation of the World To ruin Mankind are all writ in Heav'n Cor. Oh my rash foolish Tongue Art Marryed Accursed Woman By this Hand The Sex is all Perdition wild as Storms And Ravenous as the Grave Their Breath is Wild-Fire Their Eyes are Meteors and their Arms are Quick-Sands And whil'st those lead the wandring Fool astray 'T is these devour him Is there a Destroyer Like Impudent Inconstant Perjur'd Infamous Infernal VVoman VVoman damn'd the VVorld Her Treason drown'd it and her Lust will burn it When Nature shall all blaze and the Poles crack Hell gape and all its Sulphurous Mines burst out T is only Woman that must light the Fire-brands Cor. Oh horror what a Tempest have I rais'd Dear Sir no more cease this mad Rage Art I 've done Oh thou hot-Blooded and insatiate VVitch By Heav'ns I question if a VVomans Lust E're dyes but only when her putrid Carkass As rotten as her Soul is housed in Earth The Brutal-Monster makes a Resurrection And turns a Succubus to play her Game out Cor. Barbarian Why this Storm against poor Women Art I 'll tell you the Design of their Creation When the Apostate-Angels ward with Heav'n And all their Pride and Impudence was grown Too fierce for Chains to bind or Hell to tame Heav'n in meer Policy Invented Woman-kind to match the Devil Marryed again Perdition seize her Soul How she distracts me Cor. Why this Furious Raving Art I Rave You wrong me by this Light not I A Phlegmatick Philosopher in 's Tub VVould preach as much as this is But dear Cozen For once I will be calm and reason with you After I went away How long was she In choosing this New Mate to fill my Place Cor. VVhen you had deserted her she offered all Her Prayers for your Return courted the Sea To bring you back agen was that true Mourner Art Was that true Witch that rais'd the wind that sunk me Cor. Inhumane Offers to go Art I have done Go on dear Cozen. Cor. And for that impious Lord that had abused her A hundred times upon her Knees I 've heard her Call Heav'n t'attest her Innocence Art No doubt on 't That 's th' only use that Women make of Heav'n To be Fore-sworn by 't Cor. Barbarous Man farewel This Blasphemy's too horrid Offers to go Art Stay Corrinna I 'le be all Gentleness not speak one word That shall offend you Cor. Learn then t' have a sense Of her wrong'd Vertue and your groundless Rage When you 'd forsaken her her Greatness seem'd Without her dearest Lord to share it with her A Burden not an Ornament of Life Then leaving all her Treasures all her State Abjured like a poor Pilgrim she deserted Her hated Pallace And in that Retirement When she had long heard your Death and truly paid you For two long Years a pious Widows Sighs At last this Gentleman Art Revived her Spirits And Did she hold Two Years full two whole Years Before she Marryed him In that long time How many Grooms and Pages had she tired Cor. Go bruitish Infidel thou deservest thy Fate But what have I pull'd down Methinks I see In his wild Looks Revenge like Trains of Ruine Against the poor Olizias Life prepar'd Let me who caused her Danger be her Guard Exit Art Oh Gobrias What has my Frenzy done This subtle Devil will out-wit me Alarm Th'Adulterors and put 'em on their Guard But fly take the Advantage of the Night O're-take her Seize her Bind her Gag her any thing So you but keep that noisy Engine silent Exit Gobrias running after Corinna Enter Pyrgus Who have we here some kind Night-walking Pander Pyrgus Pyr. Prince Artaban Art Thou art surprized To see thy Lord alive Pyr. I 'm all Amazement My wondring Senses Art Come suppress thy Wonder Thou hast stranger Prodigies t' admire at Home Pyrgus I left thee Honest Brave and Faithful Pyr. And Sir I 'm no ill Steward of that Honesty You left with me I have improved not lessen'd it Art I thank thee Pyrgus I have a Business for thee Which if thou darest perform Pyr. Which if I dare not Curse both my Cowardize and my Ingratitude Speak your Commands and use my Life to serve you I ow't you as the Author of my Fortunes Art Kind Pyrgus Know then I 've deceived the World And by the help of a Disguise return'd Safe and unknow to any but thy self My faithful Gobrias and the false Corinna But I have spoyl'd her Rhetorick for some Few Minutes
kind And pitty my hard Fate When you behold My panting Breast laid open and that Heart Where my dear Lord once raign'd all torn and mangled Will you look Pale and with a trembling Sigh Let a kind Pearl fall trickling srom your Eye Say Will you do all this for poor Olizia Phil. Not do all this for thee When the dire Monster Dares wreak his Barbarous Vengeance in thy Veins Thy sacred Veins and the unthinking Gods Dare see it done Shall not I mourn for thee Doubt not that Pious Tribute of my Eyes Shall not my Dew fall at thy Setting Sun Not weep to see thee Bleed I 'le make my Eyes Start from their Sphears to view that killing Object And when thy Sweetness Draws near to Heav'n my fainting bleeding Heart Shall just keep Life enough to break with thine Oliz. Then you 'll be kind indeed Now Murderers welcom Bringing all your Torturing Racks Thy gentle Pity Will vanquish all the Pains of Execution Who would not dye to be deplored by Thee To have thy Sighs thy Tears thy Love Like ministring-Angels mount me to the Skyes Phil. Since my best Saint it is by Fate ordain'd That thou must dye for me and for my sake Thy faithful fearless Love dares boldly set With so much beauteous chearful Light about it Hear my last Vow Kneels Ye Gods if in this little Short Glass of Life I breath one Sigh to ought But fair Olizia If my flaming Heart Blow the least Spark to any other Breast Shut your Bright Gates against me Banish me From the blest Realms of her Immortal Day Expell'd for ever from her Heav'n and Yours Panthea now shall haunt my Thoughts no more Thee and Thee only I 'le in Death adore Oliz. My kindest Lord now with full Tides of Joy I can meet Death since Death has made you mine My Soul 's all Rapture all Delight Grim Death Whose Ghastly Visage frights the trembling VVorld And comes with hollow Eyes and ratling Bones To me 's all Gay and with a Charming Smile Doe's with sweet VVreaths and flow'ry Garlands come My Bridal-Pleasures blossom on my Tomb. Phil. Now you transport my ravish't Sense too high The worth of Ages and thy Sexes Glory Is all sum'd up in Thee And Must you dye Must this Celestial Light fall like a Meteor And this blooming Spring fade like a wither'd Autumn Must this fair Book of Life writ by the Hand of Heav'n The Legend of a God be all defaced And must I see it done Oh dearest Madame I never was a Coward till this minute Oliz. How Sir Phil. I cannot must not dare not fee you dye Better th' whole Sex beside were all extinguish't Their worthless Beauties shuffled in the Dust And thou the only God-like VVoman left T' uphold the VVorld Oh Gentlemen if Beauty And Innocence can ever move Compassion Look on that Form say Shall that Bosom bleed Perform a Deed worthy a Chronicle Turn all your Swords against her Tyrants Heart But if Reward can only make you Good Propose a Ransom that may buy her Life I 'le pay it at the Price of all my Fortunes Treasures and Honors all I have on Earth And if that ben't enough to pay the Sum I 'le be your Slave sell me to make it up Oh save her Nay if you 'd be Saints Stars Angels Save her and you 'll deserve to be 'em all Enter Lysandra Lys. That Glorious Task must be assign'd to me 'T is I that bring her Life and Liberty Phil. Oh guard me guard me some Immortal Pow'r Aside Those Eyes could never blast me till this Hour Lys. Gentlemen let this Signet satisfy you Shews a Ring to the Villains That I have wrought the angry Prioce to Mercy And have obtain'd your Prisoners Lives Pardons With-draw they 're now my Charge Exeunt Villians Oliz. Saved by Lysandra Lys. By a long Seige of Tears l 've calm'd his Fury And crusht the Snake that twin'd about his Heart-strings Oliz How can the study of that Life you 've given me Requite my kind Protectress generous Maid Lys. Ballance your Deeds with mine and but remember How you preserved my threaten'd Honor from A Ravisher and you 've done more for me Oliz. Now my dear Lord raise your dejected Head I shall not Bleed all the rough Storm is fled Why do you start shake and look pale Is her Kind News unwelcom Can my rescued Life Displease you Sure it can't But if it does Alas Sir let not that your Trouble give I will dye still if you 'd not have me live Phil. No Madam Live and Live to be Adored Let the Converted Sex learn Love from thee Not place their gaudy Amorous Delights In loose Desires gay Dayes and wanton Nights Let 'em Perform thy Hymeneal Rites Stand the great Shock of Wracks and Death unmoved Walk upon burning Irons Tread on Graves And keep their Bridals on a Funeral-Pile When they dare do all this for Love they 'll be Fit Votaries great Saint to Kneel to Thee Lys. And would not I your lost despised Panthea Have suffer'd all these Pains for you Oliz. Panthea Art thou the Fatal Fair Belov'd Panthea And Do's she Live Have you deceived me thus Was all your Mighty Love your Sighs and sears The Charming Rhetorick of your Tender Eyes A meer Delusion to undo the poor Olizia Oh my Fall I that just now Wrapt in my blest Imagination stood Upon the Highest Pinacle of Heav'n Am in one Minute lower than the Grave Phil. I do confess I told you She was Dead Said any thing to raise your drooping Spirits But that was all my Treason Tho I knew Panthea liv'd and liv'd to call me Perjur'd In all the Passion I exprest for you By all that 's Good my Sighs and Love was True Oliz. And Would you Cheat me still Phil. By all the Powers Oliz. Speak not one word in your Defence No Sir you cou'd not did not cannot Love me And Does she Live You 've doom'd a Wretched Soul to endless Torments And 't is beyond the Pow'r of Fate to save me Phil. Ah Madam if there 's Faith on Earth and Truth Among the Gods I swear Oliz. Oh Sir no more And Cruel Rival was it not enough You 'd seiz'd his Heart and ravish't all my Right But in the Pleasantest and Sweetest Dream When his dissembling Tears had made me think His Love was True and the Fair Apparition Presented to my Thoughts the gilded Walks And painted Scenes of Paradise making Me scorn the Drossie World just when I came To Dye and be born upon Angels Wings You most Inhumanely have saved my Life And waked me from my Visionary Treasures To find my self a Beggar Lys. Do not think I had such base and mean Designs No Madam Oliz. Canst thou Dissemble too No 't is too plain But do not vainly think I 'le poorly live To bow my Neck to thy Triumphant Chariot Let me but take one Look from those dear Eyes And now false World
Guilt The Furies e're Inspired Thy Beauty dwells Under too Low a Roof and I must Raise it That Fore head wants a Princely Coronet Lustre and Honours should thy Vassals be Heav'n owes thee Greatness and must pay 't by Me. Why do you shrink Lys. Ah Sir do not pursue This mean Design too poor and low for you A Deed so abject so beneath your Greatness Mankind will blush to hear and You to own Art Mistaken Sweetness Don't I love thee And Can I do less for that which I Adore A Lover were he Master of the World For such Bright Eyes could do no less than lay The Universal Scepter at thy Feet Nay were I the Great Monarch of the Skies Would I not place my Thunder in thy Hand Make Nature and her Laws own thy Command Mount thee aloft on my proud Eagles Wings Whil'st all my lesser Gods like Captive Kings And Fawning Courtiers fill'd thy shining Train Thou o're thy Jove so Absolute should'st Reign To Kiss thy Feet my Heav'ns should Homage pay And crowding Stars make a new Milky-Way Lys. Forbear this Language I with Horrour hear Alas I 've made a strict and solemn Vow Art To what To whom Oh speak Lys. To Death There is A Noble Youth Art Oh Helâ— Lys. I can't Dissemble For whose dear sake I 've vow'd to Mourn and Dye Make me not Perjur'd take your Prodigal Kindness in For Love and I must never meet agen Art What murdering Sounds are these And Must this happy Blest Cursed Rival have more Pow'r than I Lys. Oh Pardon me when I am bound to say And dye to prove it True Not all that the Sun sees must alter me Not Empires buy my Love nor Fortunes force it Art What Furies rais'd this Fiend t' usurp my Right Rival and Devils I defie your Spight She must be mine is mine all mine My blood boiles high and I must seize my Prey Seizes her What Tempting Magick leads my Soul astray Fly fly fair Cruelty Stay dear Marble stay Ex. Lysan. Enter Pyrgus Oh the high Billows of my stormy Soul Pyr. Sir Let me calm that Tempest Art What canst thou do Pyr. I can deplore her Fate and pity Yours Hither I come to tell my Erring Prince He has misplac'd his Heart upon an Object Where he must never hope for a Return Art Had I not Snakes and Hags enough within me But thy bold Insolence dares play the Schrieth-Owle Pyr. Oh give my Zeal a gentler Name I 'm come To wake you from your drowzy Lethargy Alas Her Soul is gone past all Retrieve She Loves Philander for Philander Dies Art Philander say What 's that Pyr. And her seal'd Heart's Impenetrable to all Pow'r but his Your Greatness Sir has the whole World to Range in And may command a more deserving Beauty Court not a deaf and sensless Idol Fix Your Thoughts more High From this vain Seige retire Cure your wild Love and quench this threatning Fire Art Philander Was I not damn'd enough before But thou-must come to Preach me into Hell Pyr. Yes would I could Aside Art Philander The very Villain has debauch't my VVife Ravish't my Peace and loaded me with Shame Now after all must steal my Mistriss too And yet this very Man l 've Saved and Pardon'd Oh VVhither was my blinded Folly driven Mercy VVhat art thou Get thee back to Heav'n What has the Race of Man to do with Thee Leave Human Minds to Nobler Passions free Hence-forward Death and Ruin Reign alone Make Hell your Vassal and the World your Throne Exeunt ACT THE FIFTH SCENE A GROVE Enter Pyrgus solus Pyr. IN what a Labyrinth am I lost The Prince My Master turn'd my Rival Hell and Furies And Have I Bought Purchas'd Nurs'd Cherish'd That Beauteous Slave to see her made my Princess If he subdues her as I 'me sure he will Beauty 's an easie Fort where Greatness storms And though she weeps for false Philander's Loss Those Drops in mourning Virgins Eyes are but That Dew which Courting Glory soon exhales If he subdues her Then my Fate 's inevitable She knows I am a Villain have pursued her with all the Rage of Lust nay even to Ravish her And when she lies within my Prince's Bosom Shall all my undetected Villanies Forgotten sleep and dye No I am lost Spurn'd from his Presence and thrust out to Scorn Beggary and Misery are my last Reward What shall I do Enter Artaban and Gobrias Yonder the Tyrant comes Wit and Despair your utmost Skill perform And steer me Safe through all this Threat'ning Storm Exit Art Cold as the North By all that 's Good Impenetrable As Rocks of Adamant Oh How she baffles me Disdains my Passion Slights my proffer'd Glory Unmoved by all my Sighs Pray'rs Agonies Gob. Indeed my Lord this Scorn is wonderful Art Scorn By this Light she 'd scorn the Courting Thund'rer Stand the Temptation of a Golden Show'r And Jove himself in all his Shapes unalter'd Gob. 'T is very strange the great Prince Artaban With all his Prosperous Fortunes cannot thaw her Art The Fatal Cause of all her Scorn's too plain This Fair Infatuated Fool Doats on the False Philander 'T is Philander Whose threat'ning Pow'r stands like a flaming Sword To stop my Entrance into Paradise But I will cut my Passage through his Heart The Ravisher of all my Hopes shall Bleed Say Gobrias Will he meet us Gob. Yes my Lord. Art This Hour Gob. Immediately Art Himself and Second Gob. Yes Sir Art 'T is well The Guardian-Dragon dies And then th' Enchanted Beauty is my own Enter Philander and Decius Phil. Hither I come my Lord invited to A Solemn Feast of Blood Art Yes and you 're welcom And Sir to make you like your Entertainment Know 't is a Sacred Glorious Festival Next the First Mover 'T is Love and Honour Turn the Globe 'T is they That Rule Mankind and Guide the Strokes of Fate And Sir those Mighty Names have both been wrong'd by you And 't is your Blood must make an Expiation Call to your Conscious Soul that 't is Philander Blocks up my Passage to Lysandra's Heart And makes it Inaccessibe Phil. My Lord If it be that that calls me to the Field Why should we Fight for what I calmly Yield She 's yours all yours and to secure that Title Know Jealous Lord I bear her kindest Love With no less Pain than you her greatest Hate Art If there 's no Magick in Lysandra's Name To Rowze thy sluggish Soul call to Remembrance Olizia's Wrongs her Wrongs and my Dishonour For tho I 've shook that Trifle from my Heart As little as she moves my Soul yet still Her Fame thou 'st Tainted and my Honour suffers And nothing but your Death can clear the Stain Phil. Olizia's Wrongs And Canst thou name that word Thou whose degenerate base groundless Rage Could doubt her Virtues blast her Sacred Fame Ye Gods A Saint more Pure a Soul more Spotless Did ne'r Adorn your World or Grace
your Heav'n But Do I talk That Name has rowz'd my Vengeance Art And fair Lysandra mine Have at thy Heart For whil'st Thou Liv'st I 'm worse than Damn'd That cruel Fair Whil'st thou draw'st Breath will ne'r will ne'r be Mine Phil. Now angry Sir we meet on Equal Terms For whil'st thou Liv'st I 'm Damn'd as well as Thou Could my Olizia love me to that Height That 't is not Rocks or Mountains Seas or Desarts Should hold her from my Arms yet whil'st thou Liv'st By Honour's Cruel Laws she never must be Mine Then let our Swords cut through our Knotty Fates And to Encourage us for the Brave Deed Know 't is a Cause as great as Alexander's Beauty 's our Universe which to subdue Our Glory 's summ'd in this one Chance alone Who cuts the Gordian makes the World his own They Fight and Philander's Second falls Art Now for the World How think you Phil. I come not here to Think but Act. Gob. Howe're bold Sir Does not this Odds look Ominous Phil. Prophetick Sir if you would talk of Omens Pray make your Swords your Oracles Art Thou' rt Brà ve And tho VVith this Advantage I shall Blush to Kill thee I must not give thee Life Phil. Nor must I take it Come on Art VVell Sir the Turning VVeight is mine And the next Hoist I mount thee up to Heav n. They Fight and Artaban's Second falls Phil. Hold your Scales right for now the Weights are even Art VVhat Turn of Fate is here VVell Sir I see Fortune in taking of my Odds away Designs me Honour in thy Nobler Fall There 's something tells my Soul Thy Date is short Phil. Shorten your Speech and make it so They Fight and Philander Disarms Artaban Art Curst be my Arm. Phil. And doubly Curst be mine Must I then save his Life to blast my own The VVorld's too Narrow for us both Here take your Sword again I give it freely But on Condition that you 'll us 't again Forget that e re 't was mine and Nobly aim it VVith all your Heat once more against this Heart Art Hold Sir Thou art the Man whose Death I 'de buy Even at the Price of my Eternity Nay I would give my Life and Heav'n to Kill thee But forced by Honours dread Commanding Pow'r I must not lift a Hand against his Life Phil. Now I 'm undone Now we 're both truly Wretched 'T is to thy Life my tortur'd Soul must owe More Pains more Hells than wretched Man e're bore Art Nor must my Soul less Torments feel than thine But since we ne'r can meet as Foes again Farewel thou Pestilential Comet Thou everlasting Bar to all my Hopes Phil. How dismally this Fatal Meeting ends We were kind Enemies but mortal Friends Exit Enter Messenger Mess. Great Sir Thus low I fall t'implore your Pardon Art Pardon For what How fares your Charge the Fair Lysandra Is she Safe Mess. Oh my dread Lord Curst be that Tongue that tells you she is lost I like her sleeping Jaylor thought her safe But by my false Security I 'm undone She through her Window Sir has made Escape And I suppose 't was by Olizia's Aid For in the Princess Chariot she was hurried And Lodg'd within a Cloister Art Fled t' a Cloister Lightning and Earthquakes Ruin and Despair Immured in those Impenetrable Walls For ever Ravish't from the VVorld and Me. Mess. And this my Lord is all she left behind her Gives him a Letter To tell you That the Fatal Name of Love Is that harsh Sound she now shall hear no more Art Not hear the Name Not hear it Yes fair Murd'ress I 'le thunder't in thy Ears 'till I am Dead Nay when thy Scorn has laid my Bones in Dust I 'le burst my Marble Load rattle the Chains Of my Infernal Jaile to tell thee Tyrant That I was Damn'd by Thee Yes thou shalt hear My murmuring Groans thy murder'd Lover's Groans VVhil'st all that Flowing Gold those Beauteous Tresses On thy Proud Fore-head fixt with Horrour stand Erected like the strutting Porcupine And the Bright Fires in those bewitching Eyes VVane and burn Pale at my approaching Ghost Mess. Not all the Groans and Agonies of Love I fear will move her now Nought but the Language Of Death and Heav'n will now be understood Those Cloister'd Saints are Deaf to Flesh and Blood Art A Cloister Curse on that Religious Cheat And Must that shining Beauty lie Entomb'd Buried alive and this to make a Saint Dull Priests you Lie To Saint that Beauteous Sex Teach 'em to Love be Kind Embrace and Crown Some happy Lovers Bed Then live to see Their warm Desires blest with a Numerous Race Born to inrich the World and to increase the Stals Do this and this and then they will be saints indeed This is the only way of Heav'ns Ordaining To Consecrate that Angel Creature Woman This Blessing Gods did with your World begin How e're the other Pious Curse crept in Exeunt Enter Philander Phil. Slaves at an Oar have greater Ease than I Harden'd to Labours they their Pains defie Despair in Love 's the only true great Misery We with fresh Agonies our Souls torment Remember the bright Tracks where th'adored Beauty went And with fresh Pains our endless Plagues deplore To think our Setting-Sun will Rise no more Enter Pyrgus Pyr. Oh Sir live such a Story as will scorch Your boiling Veins into so hot a Fever Shall make your Heart-strings burst and set a float The burning Lake within ' em Phil. Oh be quick Expound these mystick Horrours Pyr. Ah Sir the Prince my Master Phil. What of him Pyr. You know he loves Lysandra and but now His Amorous Suit renew'd He beg'd sight languish't But all in vain His swelling Tears his gasping Pangs And dying Groans had all no Power to move her In short Her haughty merciless Disdain So stung his tortur'd Soul till at the last Courting and Threatning and as oft Repuls'd Her Scorn on Scorn rais'd Rage on Rage till all His Reason Sense Religion Conscience Love Drown'd in the groaning Storm he snatch't his Dagger And at one Stroke divorc'd her trembling Soul Phil. Horrour and Plagues Gods Does your Thunder sleep Pyr. This is not all No sooner was that Beauteous Martyr fal'n But the dire monstrous Deed a Deed enough To force a Blush into an Ethiop's Face Touch't him so little that grown flush't with Murder His Eyes erect tow'rds Heav'n but his black Thoughts Were shap'd in Hell these dismal Sounds he utter'd Philander Shalt thou have Peace whil'st I have none No Ravisher Thou' rt Damn'd as well as I. Then to the Fair Olizias Chamber rush't Phil. Olizia Guard her Gods Pyr. And in a most Inhumane Butchery drag'd her from her Bed And the same Steel bath'd in her floating Gore He left her grovelling on the reeking Floor Phil Olizia Dead and I Alive to hear it Fly whil'st thou' rt safe thou 'st utter'd such a Deed Whose Repetition is