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A40043
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The revvards of vertue a comedie / by J.F., Gent.
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J. F. (John Fountain)
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1661
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Wing F1647; ESTC R18251
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But say Endymion say She should look sad or sigh when thou depart'st How dost thou think at the same time to quell Two insurrections that at Argos and This sadder one in thy own breast My Dear I must not see thee I must onely make Some little paper happier then my self And write thee why Endymion is unblest Exit Endym. Enter King and Pyrrhus King Well Pyrrhus now our business is done This night Urania after all her pretty blushes and loathness to say Yes is mine Pyr. She is an 't please your Majesty and I am very glad of it knowing your Majesty's passion for the truth is I did very much doubt so much innocence would never have been overcome King She was loath indeed But Pyrrhus prithee see Endymion loyter not She was very passionate in that particular and all her promise is void if he be in towne by six of the clock this Even and it is neere so much already I think Pyr. I shall hasten him if he be not already gone King And then you must see yond Grotto prepared Pyr. It shall be fitted for the Scene of Love King The all I have to do is to make some fair pretence to the Queen for my absence this night Look where she comes Enter Queen alone Pyrrh I shall make haste to wait on your commands Ex. Pyrrh King How doth my Queen what all alone Queen Not now When I have found my Lord who is to me All company King Ah! thou hast found him none Thou 'st found him now disorder'd I 'm not well Qu. Alas I doubt you 've taken cold King I have But hope that this nights rest will make me well Qu. Sure Sir you don't do well to tarry here King I do not Madam I 'll retire Good night Kisseth her Qu. Nay give me leave Sir to attend you King No I will not draw you from the entertainment This pleasant evening will afford you here Qu. Alas my Prince you injure now your Queen To think that evening which gives Pain to you Can give her Pleasure King My dear I am not sick I onely am a little indispos'd I 'll beg thy pardon to retire this night But pray sup you and take no farther care Till at your own appartment I wait on you To morrow morning Queen Your will is still my Law King Once more goodnight Ex. King Queen sol Poore Prince poore Prince How little dost thou think How soon we two shall meet again and she Thou so much fly'st shall prove the very thing For which thou fly'st her How ridiculous Just Heaven doth make the wayes of men when they Forsake the wayes of Vertue This brave Prince At whose victorious Armies Greece now trembles When he contrives inglorious actions shall At the same time be pitied by his servants And a poor Girle shall upbraid him in Contriving to preserve him vertuous How do men ravel back to childhood when They cease to be thy Children sacred Vertue And need the care of every little person That what they call for may not do them harm Poor Prince I pity thee And oh that Heaven Shee kneeles May do so too And though the setting Sun Bode nought but darkness to the world yet may Some charitable Star vouchsafe one beam To his benighted breast lest wicked men Upbraid your wisdome that give Crowns and Scepters To those poor spirits who can softly creep At cowardly midnight to their beds of sin She riseth How happy should I be this tedious night In yonder Grotto to expect in vain And by my penance there to expiate Th' intended crime of my repenting Prince But I must haste Blest Heaven have pity on The folly of my poor deluded Lord. Exit Queen Enter Cleantha She takes two or three turns in the Garden and then breaks into these words Unfortunate Cleantha She walks a turn or two more Too fortunate In that which Fools call Happinesse She walks a little Fate Fate VVhy dost thou thus abuse the world to make Some high some low yet every one alike Unhappy whate'er our stations be VVe meet in this sad Center Misery Yet lest by knowing this we should rebel And every Generous soul turn Destiny Unto it self scorning thy tyranny And rather chusing not to be at all Then be thy sport thou hast contriv'd things so That every person thinks others more happy And that no breast knowes Misery like theirs But those whom thou dost destine to such Plagues As would break forth through private windows thou Dost place in mighty Palaces and with External splendour hid'st their inward Griefs From common eyes and mak'st them silly souls Admire what did they understand they 'd pity How many that behold Cleantha walk Attended by the proudest sparks of Greece And richer clad then Tulips in the Spring Do think her every minute happier far Then Cowards condemn'd are when their pardon 's read And every Lady in Arcadia But wretched when compar'd to her bright Fortune VVhilst poor Cleantha at that very minute Envies some Village-Maid that Russet weares The Livery of those sheep she doth attend But freely favours the poor Swain she loves And sleeps at night Cleantha's oft admir'd And her great titles reckon'd up whilest she Doth in her closet weep she is not less Heaven Heaven where was thy Mercy then VVhen thou mad'st Life so great a pain and Death A Sin Didst thou create great souls but to Affront them with thy greater power But stay Prophane Cleantha stay and be not more Unfortunate by being wicked too Endymion is all vertue and he would Hate a prophane Cleantha Poor Endymion How little dar'st thou think my thoughts or I Dare say them to thee Ah wretched wretched Princess VVhom Fate hath made greater then Happiness VVhat can I hope for should Endymion speak I then should hate him for his confidence A Crime of which he never can be guilty VVhen once he bled for me and conquer'd too And I on purpose chid my woman that She was unhandy onely ' cause my hand Ambitious was to wipe his wounds and give Him Balsam for the better Balsam of His blood poor Lord me thought he seem'd to wish The earth had been created lower that He might have lower bow'd to give me thanks And was so far from daring to presume That he did seem to make the distance more Betwixt himself and me by placing me Yet higher for my so great charity Nay should he speak in speaking he would forfeit The very thing I love him for that rest He findes in th' Elysium of his thoughts And those true satisfactions which he takes In being all the world unto himself But since my Love is vertuous as its Object VVhy should I stick to tell it all the world Nay why should I not rather glory in it To blush to say I love Endymion were To be asham'd to love Religion ' cause Her Priests are poor If Fortune ' th set him low Fools that are blind like her may do
it's Verity VVhich by a thousand and ten thousand words It would have took a poor diluted pleasure To have imperfectly exprest Aside Nource Heaven bless me I do not wonder Lovers oft run Maz'd That think at this strange rate 'T will crack my skull To hear it longer Madam will you not see The execution Cleant. Not for ten thousand VVorlds Nource It is at hand Cleant. Poor Urania I Can find no friends on earth to help thee now I will address my self to Heaven for thee VVho only can reprieve what Great-folks have Condemn'd to Ruine and 's the sole defence Through all the world unto weak-innocence Exeunt Cleantha and Nource There appears a Scaffold covered with black with many Spectators about it The King is present himself to see the Execution done before the Prince his arrival which was at hand Enter Urania in Black weeping led by two of the Princess's Servants in Black King Poor heart did I not fear the Prince's coming I would not see so sad a spectacle But I 'll retire a little I 'd have her live As long 's she may Urania casts her eyes on the Executioner Sheriff Retire 'till you are call'd to do your office Exit Executioner The Two Gentlemen who attend her conduct her to the Rayls of the Scaffold where having wip'd her eyes she speaks thus to the People Vran. Did any thing but my own innocence Lie now at stake which now is all I 've left To comfort me I should not dare to speak Before so many Persons But though I Must quire despair of Mercy in this world I hope I may find Charity and that Good folks will credit a poor dying Person Although she bring no witness but her vows All I am now condemn'd for is my Birth That I was meanly born which seems indeed A Punishment but not a Crime or if It were I could not help it sure for this I 'm doom'd to suffer and my poverty Must be reliev'd with death But though I can Find no forgiveness in the world I 'm glad I find it in my self I freely can Forgive who e'er have injurâ—d me if any Have done so for I cannot tell and this Is some ease to me though perchance the living Do little heed the pardons of the dead I do not know I ever hurted any But if I have I hope they will forgive me Only my Lord Endymion I did once Delude to save my life would Heaven I had not But he is merciful to others though He'th met with little for himself I do Confess I 'm marri'd to the Prince But he He sure will witness for me 't was the Effect Of his own choyce I never did presume To think it ere he told me 't should be so Since when how faithful I have been unto him VVitness O'Heaven and those powers who know The thoughts of every one and only dare To quit whom Kings condemn And though I must For this now suffer death I cannot wish It never had been so because it was The Prince his pleasure whom to contradict VVere more then death to me And yet I feel That death is bitter 'T is an enemy Looks cruelly on those who have no friends To speak a little comfort to them 'T is hard To undergo the greatest Task alone But 't is my Fate and Heaven must be obey'd VVhose ways although they seem obscure to men Are known unto it self whole eyes increase VVith it's own dark ness still And 't were not hard Now men have jud'd me thus unfit to live VVould Heaven assure me I am fit to die 'T is a long Hazard that folks run in death And a short warning rather doth disturb Then fit those for it whose poor judgments ne'er Judge well but when they doubt themselves Wer 't not For this I could be well content though young To find that Quiet in a Grave I 've mist Among the living and close up those eyes That have of late beheld so little pleasure And that must see the brave Theander blam'd For his unworthy choyce his judgment question'd VVhich were a living death not to be bought VVith all this world can give But I too long Detain you with complaints whose business is To see me die Live happy brave Theander May all thy sorrows die with thy Vrania And all those joys live with thee which she took In thy contents May'st thou be Happy in A princess Great as thy own Merits Bright As thy own eyes and Vertuous as Are all thy Thoughts and may she honour thee As truly as thy poor Vrania did Enter Executioner She weeps Execut. Are you ready Madam Uran. VVho is this Sir Gent. Madam Vran. VVho is it Sir Gent. Madam It is your destiny Uran. Is this he Sir can you instruct me what I am to do I never yet saw any body die Gent. You must kneel down Vran. How will he strike Gent. VVith all the mercy that he can Execut. Madam when You 've ended all you have to say be pleas'd To kneel Your face that way And give some sign When I shall strike Vran. Pray Sirs be near me VVhen I do fall I cannot tell what postures Death may allow of Gent. You have our promise Madam Vran. And when I 'm dead pray Sirs pray Sirs permit None but my Mother fit me for my Grave She will be careful of me she will pay Holy Devotions for me and bedew With pious tears that Face she still hath lov'd And may blest Heaven give comfort in her sorrows And all those Stars which have been hard to me Be merciful to her May my Misfortune VVork on her only a more true content In the low Sphere she so securely moves in Blest Heaven assist me Sirs farewell Present My humble Service to my noble Princess With thanks for all her favours in my Life And charity in death The gods reward Your mercy Gentlemen Blest Heaven assist me She kneels and the Executioner bares her neck Uran. Pray expect the sign Execut. I shall Enter in haste Parthenia Urania's Mother Parth. Stay stay the fatal blow The King hearing the noyse comes forth King VVhat 's this Parth. A miserable Mother come to save Her only Childe King Executioner do your office Quick Parth. Great King Dread Soveraign hear Hear a distressed Mother Hear for their sakes That at your death must hear you King What will you say Parth. My Childe is innocent King Do your office Executioner Parth. O! stay stay Great King Vrania is A Princess born Her father was a King King What say you Parth. Vrania's father was a King Great but unfortunate The King of Thrace King It is not possible The King of Thrace And what are you Parth. Great King I 'm now your Subject My name Parthenia and my habitation A little Cottage But I once was known By th' name of Cleopatra great in Brith But greater in misfortune and was wife To Pyrocles the Vertuous Prince of Thrace Of whom all that remains besides