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The sacrifice a tragedy / by the Honorable Sir Francis Fane.
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Fane, Francis, Sir, d. 1689?
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th'Inchantress and the Syren Tam. Oh never never I cou'd gaze away My Life upon these over-powring Charms This all-supplying Face till Death did fix me In this Triumphant posture far more glorious Thaâ— all the Statues of the Ancient Heroes Who fool'd away their Lives for less rewards Oh I am all content all Wealth all Pleasure Well Madam have you thought of your demand That I may pay my Vows and that great Bond Drawn betwixt Love and Beauty that 's Recorded In the Eternal Registers be cancel'd Desp. I have Sir but you 'l think it is too much To grant Alass my humble worthless Person Can never merit such a mighty Gift What is there in me that cou'd prompt you to So kind so rash a Vow You only meant To Conquer and delude a credulous Woman Tam. By all the Oaths that I have sworn before And if thou urgest by ten Thousand more There 's nothing in my power that I 'll resuse thee Desp. Then Sir deliver up to me your Daughter Bound in Chains your dear and fair Irene Tam. My Daughter bound in Chains She is no Thief Nor Murderer what Offence has she committed Against your Self or Me Pray ask again Command th' Assyrian Persian Grecian Empires I have enough besides I 'll make thee Greater Than Ninus Cyrus or than Alexander All three united and yet less than me But having me thou' rt greater than us all The Emperâ—rs of the World are but thy Slaves When I am thine But why this vain request Take the four Monarchs Lands They are Confiscated and given to me For Treason 'gainst their Maker But why my Pious dearest Child What is she guilty of that can deserve Such Ignominious fatal reparation Desp. I see great Monarchs can dispence with Vows Such Fetters are not made for boundless Souls Farewell most mighty Prince Live long and fortunate without Despina Exit Tam. Ha! what a change is this How soon my Joy's Unravel'd and my Soul from topmost Stories Sunk to the bottom of most damn'd Despair Wound up so high to make her fall the greater What have I done deliver'd up my daughter To certain Death Heav'n what a Conflict's this Not all the Beauties of the Universe Shall make me yield to so abhorr'd an Act But I have Vow'd But 't was a Lover's Vow Whose Perjuriesure laugh'd at No there is No jesting with Divinity But how Comes Tamerlane reduced to this necessity Why Tamerlane's in Love. A goodly Precedent For Envious Posterity to discant on A fine conclusion of a Glorious Life Oh Heav'n the Guide and Prospect of my Actions Let thy kind Thunder end the shameful doubt Destroy me at this Moment let me tread No longer these inglorious steps nor dash Thy unexampled Favors on the Ground By such a childish Act. Love keep thy distance But Love now fights under Religion's Banner And makes it's Folly Sacred Death must prevent This loathed Act and expiate th' Intent Exit An Astrologer Axalla Irene a Captain Thunder Lightning Rainbows inverted a bloody Arm Comet c. Iren. Oh Heav'ns the dreadful sight 'T is Doomsday coming Ax. Ha! Nocturnal Rainbows Inverted too Reflexions answering not the form of Luminous Bodies And such a Comet as puts out the Stars Cease you bold peepers into Nature's Bowels To give the World glossie but fading Reasons Nature this day has made a Fool of Art. Cap. Methinks the Sky wears a more gaudy Dress Than her old glistering Garniture of Stars There is some mighty Revel sure above Hark how they stamp as if they were dancing Jigs Ax. How dare you make such Comments on these Wonders Cap. Faith Innocence is fearless as 't is free Tho the Frame crack the Splinters shall not fright me Shou'd the great Gods that toss these Fiery Orbs Like Tennis-balls for Heav'nly recreation Let slip some weighty Globe through careless Fingers Upon this Head the Accident 's prepar'd for Ax. Well said brave youth if with respect to Heav'n Ha! what means this A bloody Hand and Writing Cap. Scriveners in Heav'n then there 's some hopes for Usurers Ax. The hand of Heav'n is drawing some Indentures Altering Estates in the poor under-World Of all the sights this does perplex me most Pray Sir your Judgement 'T is an Ancient Hand I cannot read Astro. No wonder Sir 't has not been us'd In China these ten Thousand years Ax. Noble Tradition Astro. But the Words are these Kiungsi Honan Which is Interpreted Death Division Some Great Man dyes and leaves his vast Dominions To dubious Heirs Ax. Nothing more likely Sir He that grasps more than 's Handful loses all A lucky Guess turns to a Prophesie Enter Tamerlane Tam. I 've urg'd to have my Sentence chang'd in vain Told her the Truth but why should she believe me Shou'd the Sun change his Course men might suspect The Day-light The Pole Star if unâ—ix'd absolves the Sailor From farther Faith. Oh the vile Rogue Ragalzan Ha! what a glorious Night after the Storm I think a Comet and an Arm from Heav'n Come Vengeance come 't is time that thou wert come Welcom dear Comet welcom bloody Paw Cou'd I but reach thee I 'de shake hands with thee Why all this noise and ne'r a flaming Dart To fix me dead I thought the Gods durst strike When they did threaten Was there ever Mortal That more abus'd their Favors study'd Acts More vile to rouse up Heav'nly Indignation By your Immortal Selves if you neglect Your Office I will snatch away Revenge The Jewel of your Crown and put an end With my own hands to this Inglorious Life Ire Strange Sights i' th' Air they say foretel great Changes What will these Rebels never make an end Good Father stay at home and tell the Stories Of your great Deeds to your admiring Friends But go to Wars no more Leave off a winning Gamester One day you take a Town and make a Governour The next you win a Country make a King These pay some little Chief-rent to their Lord Enjoy the rest themselves You take from some And give it back to others Why might not less Than all the World serve one Man's turn Tam. How wisely thou dost weigh the Trifles of the World Ire And now you sigh the Earth lies heavy on you Conquer no more or let the weighty Ball Roll off as it came on Tam. Oh my Irene 'T is thou dost cause my Grief my dear disturber Ire Alass wherein have I offended you Perhaps my want of Duty was the cause But sure I meant it not If to rejoyâ—e at all your Victories If to fall out with all that lessen you If to dissolve in Tears when you 're not well Or have your Peace disturb'd with Martial Cares If to fall into Swoons when you 're in danger Be not to love you then I love you not Weeps Tam. Ah cruel Girl begon I cannot bear thee For every look from thee strikes Death into me How much more happy art thou now than I Short-sighted
whole World is thine That great share I possess that lesser left unconquer'd To exercise my Arms inspiâ—'d by thee My Fifty Realms with all the Lives within 'em Men Women Children Beasts and every Inch Of ground they feed on in that spacious Pasture My Seas with all their Fish my Air My Birds my Clouds And if the Sun and Moon and Stars receive Their Alâ—ment from my exhaled Empire Then they are mine and them I will give thee too And thou shalt call me Niggard when I have done Unless I gain more Crowns to strow thy feet with Desp. Well I 'll consider twice 'fore I undo Thee And All the World by this large Donative If you are Real you may hope for Love. Tam. My Word on Earth my Oath 's a Law Above Ex. leading her The Scene the outside of the Fort. Alarms and Fighting behind the Scenes Enter Zeylan Zey All 's lost but thus far I 've escap'd 'T were better T' have leâ—t all to the Mercy of Generous Tamerlane But now 't's too late Yet I am more concern'd for my Philarmia Than Life or Fame or Liberty or Country Enter Six or Seven Soldiers Ha! what surpriz'd 1 Sold. Stand Traytor yield 2 Sold. Deliver Zey Lives are not sold so cheaply Fights and is disarm'd Enter Philarmia Amazon-like disguis'd Phil. What shall I do there is no quarter given My Zeylan will be slain Cou'd I but meet him Oh Heav'ns he 's yonder ready to be Butcher'd Runs upon the Soldiers Hold Soldiers hold I 've Orders from Axalla To save his Life Hold hold he is my Prisoner Now with a Fiction will I try his Faith. Is your Name Zeylan Zey Yes Phil. Then Sir you owe this Favor to a Lady Whose Interest prevail'd above the Orders of the Emperor The fair Irene who commanded me To seek you out and save you Zey That life so spar'd shall be enjoy'd no longer Than till she calls it back and still employ'd In the most rigorous of her Commands Phil. But Sir such Favors come not but on Terms The Princess loves you Zey It is her Mercy sure but not her Love. Phil. No no she Loves you and with Justice asks Your Love without a Rival Zey Nor is it fit that so Divine a Princess Shou'd be the sharer only of a Herat But the intire Possessor Alass my humble Thoughts dust never aim At such high flights but if I ever fix 'em My Faithful Heart is not to be divided In worthless Rags and made a sport for Winds But Consecrated to one Deity Love and Religion both admit no more Phil. So so he yields Oh the perfidious Wretch Then shall I bring her back the welcom message Of your true Love Zey That 's too presumptuous But of Gratitude Of unrestrain'd Devotion to her Service Which neither Death nor Dangers shall deter From Desperate Obedience Phil. Crafty Traytor He dares not say he loves her but 't is plain I 'll probe him â—eeper She hears you have a Mistress call'd Philarmia Zey I had but Heav'n alone can tell if now I have heâ— Phil. And did not she deserve your dearest Thoughts Zey She was or is what nothing can be more Phil. And is this all False Man Now to the quick You must renounce her or your Life Be brief Zey Renounce her What shall I renounce the Gods Forswear Eternal Joys and blessed Mansions Cut off my hopes from Heav'ns Seraphic Pleasures Then here resume your mighty Gift My Life has ever been a Slave to Honor Shall it not serve a Nobler Master Love Not all the Tortures Crosses Scourges Chainsâ— Those double Deaths all the refin'd Inventions That Witty Malice makes for Misery Not all the Thunders Lightnings Earthquakes Floods Terrestrial Terrors or Celestial Fits The Frowns of Angry Heav'n or Smiles of Beauty Shall force me to abjure such glorious hopes Or turn Apostate to Divine Philarmia Phil. Then take thy Life and thy Philarmia too Discovers her self Thou justest dearest Soul. Zey Blest Image art thou here Oh may I trust My Senses or thy Word My dear Deceiver Dear desperate self-destroyer Phil. But thy Preserver Why did not I foresee that I shou'd save thee Which is the better Soldier now Zey Philarmia Oh thou art full of Fame thou may'st retire Like a rich lazy General Phil. I 'll consider But here 's no time to pour our Passions out The Army 's coming this way I 'll go back And stop the Soldiers from pursuing thee Go seek thy safety in some lonesome Cave Then send me word and I will find thee out I 'll take my leave of the Victorious World To share in thy Distresses Zey Stay a little Oh stay awhile Who knows when we shall meet Phil. Lovers in absence have delights peculiar If nought but what is present gives us Pleasure What Joy have Parents when their Children wandeâ— In prosperous Voyages What Joy have Princeâ— In Victories remote What Joy have Usurers When Mony travels to enrich it self Then bless thy self with Hope sweetest of Passions Which Absence gives us Presence robs us of Zeyl. Feed me not with imaginary Joys The envious World with its ill-natur'd Tricks And Accidental Crosses may divide us The Gods themselves desire not men shou'd have Such filling Joys as thou and I possess Lest they should slight eternal Happiness Oh let us part no more how can I leave thee Phil. Well well then I 'm content let me be caught In conference with thee let me be slaughter'd Let me be torn alive since Zeylan wills it Come let 's begin to talk Trumpets sound Zey Oh hark the Trumpet Hast thou hence like Lightning Why should I make thee lose thy precious Life For saving mine Farewel Farewel my Dearest If I go with thee we shall both be slain Phil. Parting or Death which is the greater Pain Ex. severallâ— Tamerlane and Despina sitting upon Thrones An Antic Dance and a SONG GReatness I give thee my excuse For thee I have no leisure Nor Care what Bus'ness can produce For Life's too short for Pleasure Count Griefs Diseases Love's disdains What need these Artificial Pains Nature invites us to a Treat And gives us but short time to stay While Coxcombs Carve and Wise Men Eat Death the close Waiter takes away Count Griefs c. Tam. Now Madam I 'm in Heav'n my Soul rides high And treads th' unyielding Air nothing can sink What you have rais'd so vastly Where have I slept all those deluding years And dream'd of Joys but never tasted any Till this transporting Deifying minute How have I toil'd turn'd upside down the World Begging Mens Voices to be counted happy And at this Fairy Feast have still rose hungry Drunk with Ambition I saw all things double But when I came to taste the Airy Joys They fled the feeling now my Soul runs over I am all Joy all Plenty all Abundance Desp. But these imagin'd Joys may come far short Of expectation cloy you to repentance And then you 'l curse