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A62223	Tamerlane the Great a tragedy : as it is acted by Their Majesties servants at the Theatre Royal / by C. Saunders, Gent.	Saunders, C. (Charles), fl. 1681.; Dryden, John, 1631-1700.; Banks, John, d. 1706.	1681 (1681)	Wing S741; ESTC R17093	37,675	72

Prey And make him tender as the panting Lamb. Ast. But yet the joyful Grant he had not seal'd When once again I did embrace his Knees And call'd to his remembrance how he liv'd By your kind intercession though he scorns The Life you gave yet frankly he confess'd It was a Noble pity in a Mind So great as yours Ars. Oh the Angelick Sound Cou'd yet the moving Argument be vain Ast. It was my Lord till turning to a Theme Of more concern I told him I lov'd How I was lov'd with what a generous Flame You answered my Affections how by you I was protected from the violence Of rash Andronicus and then he smil'd And said 't was nobly done and as a Lover Ars. And yet cou'd he deny Oh what remain'd What cou'd you farther urge Ast. Your Noble Acts Your constant Vertue and unviolate Faith How weighing not your wrongs then thick upon you Banish'd by your great Fathers jealous rage Your Loyal Vertue still unshook unconquer'd Brought Kingdoms to his Throne and Lawrels to his Head This he was strangely taken with and lost Much of his fury wondred and grew kind And swore he cou'd not be a Foe to Vertue Of so sublime a Nature then he rose And gave a soft Command and charg'd me love you Not as a Prince not as the Tyrants Son But something more than Man and nearer to the Gods Ars. Thus kneel kind Angels at the Feet of Heav'n When ready to destroy the impious World They with soft Pray'rs recall the bolted Thunder And ev'n o're-take the swiftest Lightnings Course Blest that I am in thy most charming sweet Prevailing Oratory thus cou'd we move But Tamerlanes far more obdurate Heart Then were we blest Ast. Then were we blest indeed Enter Zayda confus'dly and in hast Zay O dismal Chance O fatal Destiny Ast. What means this dreadful Voice not Croaking Ravens With Midnight-shreiks e're thus disturb'd my Soul Zay Your Father Ast. Say what can his ill-tim'd Fate Malicious Chance and inauspicious Stars Do to advance his full-blown Spring of Sorrow Zay Unheard-of Cruelty the Faithless Tyrant Incens'd by your great Fathers haughty Rage Who though in Chains with his great Spirit frights The Jealous King and with a Princely scorn Vexes his raging Soul which to Revenge Fierce Tamerlane O cruel Artifice Lock'd in an Iron Cage his Rival Slave While he in barbarous Triumph mounted on His Shoulders to his Chariot Ars. Savage Prince Ast. O Cruelty Oh more than Hellish Torment Zay Impatient of his wrongs the Royal Captive As he through Samarcanda's Streets was led A publick Trophy in his moving Prison Against the massy Bars with rage he dash'd His Royal Head while from the fatal Wound Gush'd out that Blood which long the greatest Life The World cou'd ever proudly boast preserv'd Who in a Storm of Ast. O I faint I faint To hear you out will send my Soul away E're I can to his Fate my Duty pay Farewell my Lord. Ars. O my dearest Life Let me let me support thy fainting Beauties Ast. O Adanaxus now we 'r lost again Ars. Unhappy Fate thus ever in our Joys A sudden Thunderbolt divides us Exeunt severally Enter Mandricard alone with a Letter Man What shall I do shall I not go not now When thus the true Idea of that Face Calls my glad Soul which we adore in Angels Great Mandricard I 'le sing thee in my Lap Reading I come I come Asteria Mercury Lend me thy winged Buskins that in thought I may in swiftness penetrate the Air. O welcome welcome be thou to my Soul I kiss thee for her sake whose Ivory Hands Have deep engrav'd these Golden Characters To him Ispatia unseen Isp. So now Ispatia thou hast view'd his Heart And seen it flaming with another Dart Then to compleat the Sum of all my Pains Death is the only Torment that remains Exit Man To thee sweet Saint I come I fly to thee But what ill Fates have intercepted me Enter Arsanes Arsanes here wou'd Hell it were his Ghost Now by my Arms a far more welcome sight Yet now for my defence a well-forg'd Lie With a false shew of Penitential Kindness Will be most exquisite Coming near and bowing to Arsanes Ars. What wou'd this Woman Man Ha! Ars. Art thou Offended with the Name then change the Art For all I yet can see in thee is Woman Forc'd Tears feign'd Flatteries and deep Dissembling These seldom sure possess a Manly Breast Man If ought I 've done can be by what I 'le do Ars. There 's death in thy deceitful Eyes and Tongue Man Deceit and Death what mean those Mystick words Which strike like double Daggers to my Heart Ars. Art thou not false Nan. Destructive Fame thy worst Blow all thy lying Trumpets through the World And to all Ears pronounce me false yet not The blasting Breath of all thy hundred Mouths Can on my injur'd Vertue cast a blot Ars. The Careful Pilot riding on the Main May tack about and shun the highest Rocks But those he fears which skulk beneath the Waves The unseen Instruments of grinning Death You work my ruine not with Hand but Heart The lurking Treasure of black Designs Man Had I by any other Man been drawn In such a Character so much unlike So inconsistent with a Princely Mind That Man had with his final ruine brought Swift vengeance on himself for what he said By Heav'n had he but thought it he had dy'd With you quite otherwise I beg my peace Nature commands you seal my happiness Ars. Ha! are the Wounds I bear so light Man What Wounds This Tongue this Heart and Hand are innocent Ars. Ask'st thou what Wounds So did fell Atreus ask His fainting brother drunk with humane Blood And heavy with the weight of his own Bowels Set to him as a Banquet what he ail'd I tell thee Brother 't was wretched thing An exil'd Slave and Heir to Tamerlane Man Is that not blotted out I 'le hear no more Since you my Friendship and my love contemn I scorn all Treaties of a further Peace Come on Revenge like Wolves and spotted Tygers We 'l live together in perpetual strife And when we meet it must be always War Of which be this the Sacred binding Gage Throw him the Letter and Exit Ars. 'T was boldly spoke and much unlike himself He ne'r profess'd himself my Foe till now To him Axalla Ax. Saw you not Mandricard my Lord Ars. I did Behold this witness of his treacherous hate Opening the Letter Dazle my Eyes or is it from Asteria What sudden madness seizes my lost Senses And makes me think what is impossible 'T is all delusion Ha from my Nerina Directed too to Mandricard Oh Heav'n At her Apartment Ax. Oh the Monster Woman Ars. 'T is sure some feign'd device Ax. Her own false Hand Her Hand that writes her Hearts unconstant Love Ars. How oft have I such tender Characters Of the same size and make lock'd in my Breast And kiss'd

the flying Parthian to look back Upon his Enemy but by retreat Sought Life not Conquest Our Faim'd Ancestors Then boasted how they could a Foe repel Far greater's our Renown in Glorious Arms Who know to Conquer too enlarge our sway And Teach the Haughty Ottoman to bow Man Needless Great Sir was that far Boasted Gift That Law which to your Tartary entail'd The Turkish Empire when their Kingly Line For want of Heirs should cease you scorn'd to wait The slow Event or shou'd it be to take Ev'n Empire at a Gift but Gazing on The Golden Prey you thought it lookt too great To be so cheaply Bought then Seizing it With Danger and the famous Lot of War Made it your Merits due and Valours right Abd. That Man who threatn'd all the World with ruin That fierce that yet unconquer'd Bajaset Whose dreadful Name so oft shook Greece with Terror And struck her Princes Dumb with fear That Man To whom all Asia Bow'd has Learnt to Kneel To Tamerlanes more Mighty Pow'r Avert Ye Gods all Nations Cry from us the Hand Of the all-Conquering God-like Tamerlane Odm. Abdalla no the World is pleas'd and silent Amaz'd and wondring at the sudden Change The happy change of Monarchs Bless their Stars By whose kind influence doubtful Victory Flew where Desert and working Virtue call'd While to your Arms all Nations wisht Success To you who shou'd Revenge the Injur'd Earth And for a Tyrant give the World a King Tam. Stain not with flatteries the famous Day But rather let our Victory appear By her own Trophies absolute and sure Let Blaze through all our Streets the Captive Moon That Superstitious Idol of the Field In Solemn Process March our Slaves of War Each Tartar to his Turkish Prey a Guard Your Heads with Lawrel Crown'd your Hands with Spoils Filling with wel-come Joy the shouting Crowd For a Just Trophie to our own Ambition Call here the Captive Monarch to our sight I wou'd Survey each Limb of that Great Man Try his fierce Temper see what awful Pride Held in such fear the Subject Nations Bajaset and Asteria are brought in Bound Baj. Death I 've view'd thee in a Thousand Thousand Shapes When not the fear of all thy Murdring Engines E're shook my Soul so much as now the thought Of this Tongue-Combat give me Patience Alha Tam. What Mutters he Baj. Infectious be my Breath And Blast thee ere thy Taunts can vex my Soul For I conceive I shall be talk'd to Death Tam. Think not O King we come in Proud Disdain To thy fal'n State or scorn thy Ebbing Fortunes Or with Vain Glory to Commend our Deeds Which of themselves do loudly Praise the Doer But as thy Conqueror and Prince to claim A just Submission to our Power Live But to our Mercy owe the Life we Give Baj. And dost thou think the Glorious Bajaset Can stoop so low speak Alha say my Stars Is 't just that I who held the fate of Kings In this Right Hand and scatter'd Death 's among The Tyrants of the World as fast as words Cou'd mingle them at last shou'd hold my Life On any upstart Power First shall th' Enfeebled Sun Stoop down and Borrow from the Earth his Heat The Stars from Northern Fires take their Light And Gods of Kings shall Mortal Blessings ask E're I to thy scorn'd favour own a Debt Tam. Talk on fond Slave and Glut thy self with thinking For words and thoughts are all thy Weapons now Which yet thy Abject State shall prove but Vain And make thee a much greater Baj. Emperor The Brave are alwayes so nor can the Fates Debase an inborn Virtue Oh that Frown That Frown suits wondrous well the baleful Brow Of an Exalted Stern fate-looking Tyrant So stretch thy self Ambitious Arrogance Stretch on the Wheel of Pride thy streightned Nerves Till thy Cramp'd Limbs yield Musick to my Ears Proud Vain Usurper Tam. Such was Ottoman He Built his Throne by Virtue and I mine Speak if thy Pride can give a Vent to Truth Which is the Nobler Title fairer Name A Crown'd Usurper or a Captive King Baj. Gods that I live to hear that vile Reproach By Alla 't is too much Now cou'd I fly Like some Fierce Lyon scap'd the Hunters Hand His Strength by Rage Improv'd Rage by Despair Against my Victor ha Inform me Slaves Who or from whence was that bold Son of War Who durst with me in dreadful Combat Joyn That Chief in sable Arms for yet I see not His Face in all this Crowd Tam. Behold thy Greatest Most Dreadful Foe see me Heav'ns fatal Scourge Sent from above to Purge the sickly Earth By Blood from Bloody Tyrants Baj. No fond Man Mistake me not that Conquerour was one One Nobler far and fairer to behold Then any thy throng'd Court do's to my Eyes display Tam. Spightful and false thy base Reproaches are Say Odmar speak the Valiant Mandricard The Mighty nothing of that Strangers Acts. Man Not Sir to Lessen or Eclipse your Fame Do I to that brave Strangers high Desert Due Honours pay not that the Fierce Abdalla Wise Odmar or the Valiant Aldegar Did less then God-like acts yet Sir to speak His Worth I Envy not those Numerous Bands To Conquest by your Royal Conduct led Equal'd that Heroes Fame who follow'd by A Guard of Horse in Mournful Black Arra'id O're ran our fainting Enemies none durst Withstand him but their War-like Emperor Whose rashness caus'd his Fate the brave unknown With force Superior drew him to our Camp Threw him into my wide-spread Arms and Cry'd Take here a Present from the Man you hate Then adds I ask but this for my Reward He was a King be sure you use him so Tam. Gods I shall jealous of my Conquest grow Odm. Nor he nor Heav'n your Glory cou'd obscure Since Mandricard was sharer in the War For by him fell the great Ortobulus The Hopes of Turky and the Prop of Battel Him did he Disinherit with his Sword And snatch'd his Birth-right World as his Reward Man Curse on thy Tongue what Frenzy broke thy silence Aside to Od. Thy Breath has Blasted me and for a flash Of Honour Damn'd me to Eternal Flames Tam. My Noble Son Baj. 'T is false ye spightful Powrs Ortobulus I 'le ne're believe it slain By that weak Arm what Millions back'd the Coward Tam. Fair Virtue was his Guard approach me nigh Embrace me round now claim thy just Reward Ask freely for the Glory of the Act deserves VVhat ere thy Swoln Ambition can Demand VVhat Will not Conquerors on the Brave bestow VVhat sad Disorder moves my Mandricard VVhat foolish Passion dares disturb my Son Man Who can withstand the vastness of such Hopes Tam. Have we not giv'n our Word and can we Lye Man Far-bee't from me such Blasphemy to think Tam. Odmar Abdalla witness to my Vow If ought I can deny to him I Love Above the World which he can ask with Honour Sudden Destruction seize my Perjur'd Soul

Faith is the brightest Jewel of a Crown Man Speak my Souls great Ambassador my Tongue Pronounce thy Message loud a King Commands O speak what thou desirest most to speak Pard'n Sir my too rude Carriage Tam. Say Noble Youth Man Low as the Earth two Monarchs I Implore Rather two Gods in saving pity great As Heav'n may bless your Throne with Victory To Tam. As Heav'n may raise you higher by your Fall To Baj. I beg this Princess from your Royal hands Ast. With all the force a Virgins Tears can press On any Soul I here implore my Death Ten thousand Deaths e're yield my Innocence To be polluted by his loath'd Embraces Baj. Curse him Asteria curse the fatal Source Of thine of mine of the Worlds wretched State Upon a Fathers blessing curse the Race Of Perjur'd Tamerlane there 's poyson in it And rank Infection and consuming Plagues Man Is she not Fair my Lord Is she not Innocent as Babes new Born Tam. Mean Soul degenerate Boy I charge thee cease Canst thou behold this haughty slave in Chains Outdare our Pow'r and scorn our offer'd favours Nay Curse thee to thy Face and hold thee worthless The gift thou ask'st deny thee with Contempt And thou yet stoop to him kneel pray to him Wipe off rash boy thy growing Glories stain Or quit the Name of Son Man How all things to my ruin do concur Father and Daughter Emperor all are joyn'd To make me wretched O the killing Flames Of a despairing passion oh my heart Baj. My Miseries have giv'n me leave to smile To see thee Traytor find an Hell on Earth Man Approach my Fair. Ast. Oh I am ruin'd stain'd With hands scarce cool from my dear Brothers blood He catches at the Sister for reward And I m'e become a partner in the Murder Baj. Oh the bold Ravisher that he shou'd dare To touch her purge then Villain with thy blood Her fully'd beauties Dye Snatching a Sword from the Guards Tam. Disarm the Traytor Presumptuous Fool this Act has forfeited The Life we gave Baj. Have I driv'n Troops before me And am I thus held in by a crowd of Slaves Vile fearful Mice to pluck the bristled Main Of a bound Lyon rise my Passion rise Swell every Vein up to an Artery Return the famous Lightning of my Eyes Work Oh my Heart my Soul in my revenge For I am kill'd choak'd with disdain and fury Tam. He Raves and we lose time to hear him hast Take force him from my sight Baj. Do not think me King One that has nothing but a Life to lose Death 't is the common Scourge of coward minds A Goblin hatch'd to fright base vulgar Spirits Life I contemn nor wou'd I stoop so low Beneath my Majesty to take it up Though with my Empire it might be redeem'd Since he must grant it whom I scorn and hate A Grace from Tamerlane wou'd load with shame My inward memory far more then all My risled Crowns or the base name of Slave Now Tyrant to thy last destruction hear What Alha moving in my breast Commands Me speak thy Glory Tartar is short liv'd There are a Royal Race of Ottemans See thy Guards tremble at their very Name And so must thou I see thy Glory sink And Heav'n in Arms against thy Perjur'd Soul Tam. A way to Death to speedy Torture with him His boasted courage this last Act shall frye Baj. Yes I will make a Tryal of my Heart I 'le bear my wrongs with such a noble Courage So far Transcending mean Tartarian spirits That thou shalt burst with envy to my Fate Is led off Man Thus doth the Naked Beggar gazing stand On great Mens wealth and starves O cursed spight That I must perish all my Joyes in sight Exit A Wood. Arsanes Axalla Ars. Urge me no more my Lord my fate is seal'd And Heav'ns fixt will stands uncontroul'd by chance Now to return by Heav'n I never will Were as to seek a second Banishment Or Death the lesser evil for returning Ax. Yet Sir the King Ars. Is most unjust and cruel Lead by the voice of every fawning Traytor And gives all power to him that Flatters most My Brother Yes by all that 's good it was That fatal Brother that ambitious Boy With the deep plotting Odmar wrought my ruine And built their greatness on my ill-tim'd Vertue VVhile I Ax. VVhile you here in inglorious sorrow Quit your just Title to your Fathers Throne Ars. A Throne Axalla can it yet be news My Father owns no Son but Mandricard He shares his Crowns of Lawrel and of Gold And all the shining Scepters of each Clime VVhere if a friend but chance to name Arsanes Or fetch an inward sigh for his misfortunes A pointed frown marks the kind Spirit dead And choaks with mournful groans his pious wishes Oh my Nerina Ax. That fever still my Lord Ars. It like the Liver of the Earth-born Monster O'respread nine Furlongs of the burning Lake Feeds on the fiery Diet of fond hope To be renew'd a prey to black despair Ax. Yet Sir she may be found Ars. She may O trifler may May be is quite impossible to Love She must ye Gods appoint the happy time Like that when softest Hours in Greece I drew Then when the Hospitable Emperor Saluted us as Princes treated us At no less rate though both by Law enslav'd An exile I and she a Pyrates prey Long in that state we liv'd in Bliss and Love I Adanaxus she Nerina call'd But Oh my Friend that Golden Age is past Ax. Ah my dear Lord Ars. Speak Friend Ax. If any charm Of specious truth your passion can o're sway And raise belief in your distracted Breast The sight of her Ars. Do not Delude me thus Ax. No false Delusion or diverting Fable Can here reside take take the naked truth Axalla in her rifled Tent beheld Gaz'd on and knew the fair Nerina's charms Ars. But did you see her like Nerina bright As the first Sun when on the Eastern Shore He Rises fresh and Decks the Infant Day Did you behold among the Beauteous Crowd One by all envy'd and by all admir'd A Triple Goddess Fair Majestick Wise Ax. Shee 's all my Lord that ev'n your Love can speak her And though all bash'd and shrouded o're with Tears Yet cou'd not ev'n those thickning Clouds of sorrow Obscure the shining lustre of her Eyes Ars. Methinks my Friend I see those Pearly drops When taking on my Breast her last farewell She cast her Ivory Arms about my Neck And cry'd my Love Oh shou'd we meet again Nor spoke she this with the least sign of Bliss For with a Smile she promis'd it a truth Ax. As great and faithful as the Sybills Voice And can you then my Lord leave all those Joyes For want of seeking them Think think Arsanes When this hot Fever has dry'd up to Ashes Your slaming Heart and Parcht your vital Spirits Then you will cry but oh 't will be too late