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Fatal love, or, The forc'd inconstancy a tragedy acted at the Theatre Royal / written by Elkanah Settle ...
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Settle, Elkanah, 1648-1724.
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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