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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
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

then Isp. Not long ago my Lord you did receive A Letter from that Princess Ast. Me Isp. With all The Pow'r of Penitence I here implore Your Pardon Man What means the Fury Isp. In her Name You took embrac'd it lock'd within your Bosom The outward Manuscript within your Heart The sweet Contents Man Which do enrich my Soul Isp. But now ungrateful Man be 't spoke at last To fright thy Lawless Passion be it spoke I not Asteria wrote those Fatal Words Which cause my Death Man Then wou'd to Mahomet They may prove thy Damnation too Ast. Oh Heav'n Isp. Well Traytor thou hast had thy Fatal Wish As it is sure I die but know base Poisoner Thy wily Treasons have not set thee free Nor will Ispatia leave thee even in Death I 'le fright thee in thy Dreams I 'le haunt thee waking I 'le scourge thy Conscience with Whips of Remorse The Sting of Serpents shall be nothing to it Yes I will have Revenge I will I 'le strike Thee mad with terror when thou dar'st approach My Rivals Beauties Clasp her and I 'le glide All Cold between and dash the fancy'd Joy O Alha Mahomet O Courteous Heav'n Give me but Power as here I yield my Soul Up to your Mercy in Deaths cruel Pangs Dies Man Remove the hated Body from my sight Ast. And are there Pow'rs in Heav'n and can they see This Sacrilegious Mischief go unpunish'd Man What ever Deities in Heav'n there are They prove the Deed and smile upon the Doer And thus by giving thee reward it now Priest Mandricard and the Priest take her up and are carrying her off Ast. Look down O Mahomet from Heav'n behold My hard distressed Fortune save oh save A Virgins Chastity unsoil'd unstain'd And right with Miracles thy Pow'r contemn'd Enter Axalla and Zanches their Swords drawn Ax. This way this way the mournful Ecchoe calls Oh the bold Traytors Sacrilegious Villains They fight Mandricard and the Priest are beaten off They run they fly now injur'd Vertue seek To Ast. Thy safe Retreat while I pursue the Villains Exeunt Ast. Who e're you be just Mahomet reward you Exit SCENE a Wood. Arsanes sitting melancholly on a Green Bank while his Page sings this SONG BEhold ye Sylvans that frequent This silent sighing mourning Grove Behold the Fountains Birds lament Vnhappy Damons fatal Love Chloris to him her Heart denies For which the gentle Shepherd dies Ch. Chloris to him c. Bright Chloris fairest of her kind That charm'd with Smiles the yielding Swain False Chloris falser than the Wind That turns his Fairy Ioys to Pain Her Vows her Oaths which tir'd Heav'n Were for so many Curses giv'n Ch. Her Vows her Oaths c. Then fill with hollow Sighs the Day With Cypress strow the mourning Green Let nothing fresh let nothing gay O're all the fading Plain be seen ●or see the Swain lies bleeding there Wounded by Love dead with Despair Ch. For see the Swain c. Ars. Thus in a Chaos of cold discontent I pass the weary Minutes breathing forth My daily Passions from my wasted Spirits Unhappy wretched Prince how Destiny Allots unjust misfortunes to thy Youth Which to others is a flowing Spring of good To thee 's a frosty Winter of cold Sorrow Oh my Nerina how thy doubtful Faith Strikes deep my Heart nor can I think thee false To thy false Hand against thy Vertue plead So thus I may gaze here till I am blind Looking on the Letter But never here shall satisfaction find Throwing it away Enter in hast Axalla and Zanches Ax. Live live Arsanes In just Obedience to your great Commands I went to the Apartment of Asteria Where first I heard what seiz'd my Soul with horror And num'd my Senses with a Marble Fear I heard Arsanes your Nerina shrieking With all the Struglings of a Ravish'd Maid When from her Chamber rush'd in furious hast The Villain Mandricard and the prophaner Villain a Priest who grasp'd the Sacred Store Rais'd by the Pow'r of so just an Anger Your Old Mans Blood glow'd with a Youthful Heat While with our Swords I and the Faithful Zanches Pursu'd the Traytors forc'd 'em quit their Treasure And made 'em thankful to their Stars for Life Ars. O Golden Minute Thanks O Gracious Heav'n And thou its kindest happiest Instrument Ax. What Past before her fair Hand will unfold This Letter to your Hand she charg'd me bring Ars. They 'r welcome on what ever Errand sent Axalla see the wond'rous mighty Proof Reading Of her wrong'd Innocence she writes not she But fond Ispatia as dying she confess'd Was Author of those Lines which drove us hither In so much Fury and so much Despair Ax. 'T is as Axalla's Heart cou'd wish it shou'd be Ars. How cou'd I trust these Characters which are Unlike as Faith and Falshood Love and Hate Hope and Despair and shou'd I then have curst Curst her sweet Vertue for anothers Crime Such words wou'd sure have blasted me such words Had gave my Heart the lie had swoln my Tongue With its own Venome nay had press'd and grip'd My thoughtful Sense with wrecks of dire remorse And the black Scourge of self-tormenting Conscience Ax. But see my Lord the tenderest words she writes See at the end of her Complaints her Pray'rs She begs Protection from your Royal Hands Ars. Protect her yes against the Universe Brother and Father Fortunes Darts and Fates Decrees the business of our Watchful Eyes Shall be to mark her Enemies our Strength And well-collected Vertue be her Guard Where e're she moves Let us not wast in words One moment of our Life these happy Hours A swift Obedience calls our Hearts and Hands For from Nerina came the soft Commands Exeunt ACT V. Arsanes Asteria Ars. WIth equal Joy as when the first-born Man Through a sweet Paradise led his Infant Bride With all the Pleasures of a welcome Love Do I unsatiate with Asteria's Charms Pass the glad day Ast. Did not my Fathers Fate Oppose the sweet delights of growing Love This day I cou'd with mighty Queens dispute The Number of bless'd Minutes Ars. Oh my Soul Ast. My Heart I can profus'dly wish Ars. My all that I can ask and Heav'n can give Enter Abdalla with Guards Abd. Or I 'm mistaken or This is the Traytor apprehend him Ars. Whom Abd. Arsanes Sir me thinks you much resemble That great out-witted States-man Prince Ars. 'T is he Slave speak thy Errand Abd. From Tamerlane Ars. No more 't is Blasphemy To ask or to dispute the Cause I go Where e're he calls to shameful Bands or Death Lead on but oh my Heart forget her not Asteria Ast. My Lord Abd. We must not wait Fond Lovers tedious parting 's Lead away Ars. Farewel Fair Star for ever Is led off Ast. He 's gone he 's gone Hurry'd away by Traytors to his Death And oh ye Pow'rs I had not power to speak My last Farewel I le follow though and pierce Without regard