part of Man till Love 's away Exeunt The Scene Tamerlane's Tents Ragl. Now is the time Prince Zeylan's on the Wing And he shall seize his Prey thanks to his unknown Friend A lesser loss than her cou'd ne'r have rais'd Revenge so high as his Ingratitude Honor that wavering Judge here interposes Which turns to every Tale Honor that spins Fine curious Paralels that never meet What says she then First I must right my self And then not wrong the Public Rare distinction Public fine Canting word the Public Are my Arms Or Legs joyn'd to the Public Am I in pain When this Man 's hang'd that Torturd Do I eat The less when this Man starves Or when he 's Froze Or burnt do I feel that by my Fire side or Grotto But each man's private good lurks in the Public Then each man take his part and where 's the Public Oh but the Public is the Store-house No Rather the Jayl that keeps mens private goods Confin'd I 'll get mine out and set the rest on fire My private Pleasure is my well-known Soveraign good T' obey and gratifie each strong Impulse Of Friendly Nature What makes the Publick Power And what destroys the Publick Why Power again Then let this Power dispose the Publick still My private Will shall rule that angry Power Enter Tamerlane Axalla Irene Alarm within and Clashing of Swords Tam. What means this noise Mess. The Enemy is entred And has repuls'd your Guards Prince Zeylan's coming to This Tent. Iren. For Heav'ns sake Sir Be gone into this inner Room there 's a back-door to 't Tam. Is Zeylan come I 'll to my Rebel Guards And teach th' advent'rous Rebel to be tamer Exeunt Alarm without Fighting on the Stage Zeylan is beat off Re-enter Tamerlane Axalla Ragalzan Tam. What a bold Rebel 's this No more of mercy Since 't is despis'd Axalla Give order for a general Assault I 'll to the Temple and give thanks to Heav'n For this success Ex. with Axalla Rag. But I 'll be there before you To just Revenge one disappointment shall Not stop my Progress Now I 'll trust my self I know the Mummy Priest a cunning fellow By 's Nature much but by 's profession more He 's one of those that deal 'twixt Gods and Men A Commerce yet well never understood And so they Cheat accordingly But has Revenge such pow'rful pleasing Charms Receiving Good ' sa Toy to doing Harms Revenge the Gods best Dish their close-kept Dainty 'T is their Ambrosia not to be tasted By groveling Mortals and forbid to all But bold Promethean Souls borrowing because Able to re-imburse the Gods again With lofty Passions of immortal Wrath. Equally powerful still are Contraries Hate 's the reverse of Love Revenge is hates fruition Nor do I know what 's sweetest or to have My Mistress in my Bed My Foe in 's Grave The Scene the outer part of a Temple Enter Tamerlane Axalla Ragalzan Tam. I like their Temples but I loath their Idols To all those Beings that our Senses reach not Forms are injurious much more to the Greatest Ax. I hate no less weak superstitious Fools Who with fond Attributes th' eternal Being Reproach and make more Antic than Mankind Like Boys they fear the Bugbears that they dress Tam. True. Heav'n delights more in the sweet variety And liberty of thought than Slanderous Piety As a great Monarch him to favor chuses Who pleasant but well-manner'd freedom uses But hates a sowre tho an obedient Clown Who loves his Smiles less than he fears his Frown So Heav'n's great Soul dress'd in impervious Rays The Object of our Wonder and our Praise Laughs at our holy Gambols from above But those do chiefly his affection move Who play in 's Beams with a well-guessing Love For the Great Nature takes delight to see The Foot-ball play of Human Sophistry Nor willing to be known loves Men shou'd doubt Guess at his Riddles but not find them out Music. Ragalzan appears at a corner of the Stage with a Priest. Rag. What am I well disguis'd Priest. Mummy it self Sir. Here is a Vault and here 's the Trap-door to 't It has a thousand Labyrinths within Not made for nothing Let 'em search till Doomsday They 'l never find you Pugh the Western Priests Are not the only Laughers at Mankind Exit with Ragalzan who takes his place among the Mummies The Scene opens and discovers an Amphitheatre of Crown'd Mummies Iren. These Mummies are more Curious and Magniâ—icent Than those we saw at Cairo Ax. And much more numerous Which answers not amiss to the prodigious space Of time suppos'd by their Chronology Tam. Of all the Arts that short-breath'd Man affects To patch and piece up ruinous Humanity Aping of Immortality in Dust Sure is the noblest Ax. Yet they are Death's Trophies 'T is strange that Man should glory to be conquer'd And boast his losses to all after Ages Tam. Proud of his pickled Principality When Fame finds nothing in his life to blow Her Trumpet for and wake the list'ning World. Ax. And Fame 's as false Cheats us of present Sums The daily Rents of Pleasure and of Ease To pay in Honor's Airy dry Reversion And disputable Titles Good or ill By dead men unperceiv'd by th' living undistinguish'd Enter Mummy Priest habited like a Conjurer c. Priest. Greatest of Emperors draw near and see The richest Wardrobe of Mortality The world affords Here stand Time-daring Mummies Of China Monarchs for ten Thousand years Shou'd I relate you all their Deaths and Lives Their Arms their Arts their Children and their Wives ' Twou'd tire your patience or to hear or see And Conquer Sir your Magnanimity Tam. Troth I believe thee What a Canting Tone And what a monstrous Tale Ax. They 've long Traditions And Lye by old Records as well as Hear-says Tam. No no. Printing has been here in use some Thousand of years no wonder they have so many Lyes Whose Mummy's this Priest. This is Viteio The builder of an University Who liv'd one hundred and Fifty years Iren. And whose is this Priest. Ochanti the Inventer of Printing Iren. And this Priest. Tzinzummey The Inventer of Gun-powder that frighted hence a certain rambling Prince Call'd Alexander from the Oxidrace Which he good Man mistook for Thunder and For Lightning Tam. A small excuse wou'd serve a Western Conqueror This crook-back'd Prince here Priest. Huy Hannon He that found out the Philosophers Stone Tam. And this Priest. Pintatei his unfortunate Successor that lost it Ax. This fellow Drolls Tam. No 't is their Tradition Iren. Who is this here Priest. Auchosan He that invented Wagons to Sail with the Wind. Axalla walks forward Tam. Are all your Princes then Philosophers Priest. No. But whosoever finds an admirable Art Is strait made Governour of some wealthy Province And his Invention is aâ—crib'd unto The King whose Reign he liv'd in Tam. Hansome exchange and nourishment for Virtue Priest. Here stands the great Tzionzon builder
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
I have Conquer'd the Remaining Rebels Tam. Then by my last Will I bequeath it Thee My Death shall soon confirm it Let 's go out And strait declare it to the wondring Army The World 's my own let 's leave it in full Light That Sun makes no fair Day that sets not Bright ACT V. SCENE I. Tamerlane on a Couch asleep SONG REason and Time had once agreed My Heart from Loving shou'd be freed But Cupid swore he 'd lay a Snare Shou'd catch my Reason Time repair Sylvia appear'd with all the Charms And Witchcrafts of a Face Able to do all Mankind harms And Womankind disgrace Reason strait fled Time wou'd have stay'd Mistaking for the Sun The glories of the brighter Maid By those his course to run Jove saw and fear'd some strange surprise Lest all the World shou'd be Immortal made by her bright Eyes And Scorn his Deity So Time was forc'd to fly old Age remainâ— But Ah! poor Reason ne'r came back again Enter in Dumb-show Time with his Hour-glass The Parcâ— Death speckled Fame drawn in a Chariot by Cerberus follow'd by Furies and Infernal Spirits Scene opens and discovers Mount Atlas with a Face and Beard like a Man made by Trees which sinks down by degrees with soft Music and at the top of him appear Angels with flaming Swords and the Fiends begin to withdraw I Ang. Be gone Infernal Spirits leave this Hero Whose Virtues none of Human Race e're equal'd Be calm Great Monarch Let no Fiends molest With frightful Dreams thy too afflicted Brest No mortal Beauty does deserve thy Passion A brighter Object claims thy Admiration Thou hast a Share in thy Creator's Love Thy Soul thy Fame are both secure above Tam. Where have I been in Hell and Heav'n at once Was this a Dream Or did I waking see My Senses were not lock't sure Had the doors Been shut such Visions never cou'd have enter'd At first 't was horid after most Serene Oh let me ever tast such Tranquil Joys As this last moment Heav'n infus'd into me What need I care how near I am the Haven If I must land in Bliss Enter Guard. Guard. Ragalzan begs admittance to your Presence Tam. How dares the cause of all my Woes come near me He will disturb my Thoughts again no matter Why sâ—ould I hope for Peace Enter Ragalzan Villain what hast thou done thou hast betray'd me And brought me to the Suburbs of Damnation I 'm on the top of Aeâ—na scorch'd already With all the Sulphurous Flames and Hellish Vapors That Pride and Lust and dire Ingratitude With all the black Ingredients that are boiling Within that baleful Furâ—â—ce can â—ast up And still thy trecherous Counsels push me forwards Into the dreadful Gulph Traytor be sure Thou bring me off this Roâ—â— and place me once again Into the tranquil Plains of chearful Peace And unreproaching Consciâ—nce or by the Justice Of all those watchful Powers that threaten my destruction I 'll bury theâ— alive and cover thee with Kingdoms That thou shalt never see the Light again 〈…〉 But weigh'd it not so throughly Rag. More than this Because you love vaâ—iety of Faiths I have enquir'd the opinion of the Mufâ—ce The Calif Patriarch of Antioch and brought A Writing here under their Hands and Seals Tam. Oh let me see those Heav'nly Lines Rag. Look to that Paragraph Tam. reads An unjust Vow is better breke than kept This Vow is not unjust nor needs be broke For tho the intent of the Demander might Extend to free disposal of her Person To Death or long Captivity yet since 'T is not exprest the Emperor 's oblig'd No farther than to literal performance And all means may be us'd to save her harmless Person Rag. Is not this Sence Tam. Reason peeps out again O'reast with Shame and Passion Thanks dear Friend O thou hast scatter'd Life through my dead Veins And pour'd such Floods of Joy into my Bosom The sudden Heav'nly Showers will cause an Inundation Oh how my wrinkled Heart shrunk up with Sorrows Dilates it self to let the ruddy Rivers Have their free course through all the Azure Channels Go tell Despina she shall be obey'd To the Guard. I 'll see it done my self then bring my Daughter Since it must be so bound but hark you Friends Guard her as you wou'd do your Lives or more than yours My own Let no bold Sacrilegious hand Dare to profane the Temple of all Virtues By Heav'n he dyes that suffers any hand To touch that Holy Maid Oh I 'm asham'd That such a blot shou'd rest upon my Glory But Heav'n must be obey'd tho to my blushes Bring her I say But then besure you suffer none to touch her Or by the price of all my conquer'd Globe Which is not worth one hair of her bright Head I 'll crumble you to dust and blow you round The Mournfull Universe which I 'll hang round with black If her dear Life 's invaded if she dyes And leaves me not an Heir to rule the World I 'll Massacre Mankind and root out all That race of busie intellectual Monsters Half Angels and half Brutes and worse than either Or turn them all to Eunuchs who shall how In pious Dirges for her hovering Soul Till it is â—ixt in foremost ranks of Glory Weep out their Lives and leave the Empty World. Alarm without Trumpet and Drums Enter Axalla with Captains Ax. Sir your Triumphant Arms have crush'd the Rebels China and all the World is now your own Tam. Oh my Axalla oh there was a time I cou'd have hear'd such Sounds with raging Joys But now it comes too late Give blind men Beauty Music to the Deaf Give Prosperous Winds to Ships that have no Sails Their Joys will be like mine Ax. What not in Temper yet Sir I must acquaint you with a just occasion To intermix some sorrows with your Joys The Noble Zeylan and Philarmia's slain Whose Gratitude to you Love to each other Wou'd not excuse them from this dangerous Action Tam. Then Honor 's out of Fashion Tears in Tune Alass poor Rival in that loâ—ty Science There 's no man left alive that can keep up That Beautiful Contention I 've out-liv'd it Tell me how that Heroic Pair expir'd Ax. The Rebels were dispers'd their Leaders taken Yet rash Philarmia follow'd the pursuit Tho rescu'd twice by Zeylan we retreated But anxious Zeylan went back to secure her And in a Skirmish with the flying Rebels Receiv'd a dangerous Wound which caus'd a Rumor Through all the Camp that he was slain At last Philarmia comes Victorious hears the News Then strait like Lightning Arm'd with bright Destruction Flew in the thickest Troops and flash'd and Shiâ—'d Struck dead whole Rankâ— before her till she was Extingâ—ish'd by some envious hand that drew Death's dismal Curtain o'r her glorious Face Zeylan comes back and missing her tho faint And bloody Lanches out again and finds A crimson heap of newly slaughter'd Bodies Their Souls yet
flutt'ring o'r their ruin'd Mansions And there too soon he spy'd A Diamond in the Dust sparkling Philarmia Pale and yet glimmering in the shades of Death Then strait tear's up his Wounds and with his Dagger 〈◊〉 Till he falls dead upon her Tam. Happy Pair Enter Despina Ax. What Love affairs yet Friends let us retire Exit with Soldierâ— Tam. Here comes the sole Disturber of my peaceful â—houghts Desp. Thanks most indulgent Conqueror Now I find There are some Monarchs that do own the Gods That unrestrained Power allay'd With Piety can bound it self like th' Ocean Whose uphil Waves hang o'r the threat'ned Earth Might overflow its humble Friend but will not Trumpets and Cornets the Procession enters Virgins in Mourning Tam. So so here comes the Stateliest piece of Shame That ever Monarch groan'd for Now I feel Honor and Piety return again I 'll keep my purpose Close to Religion Laws to Heav'n to Nature Irene is brought in like a Sacrifice Drest like a Sacrifice Ah poor Irene Art thou preparâ—◠〈◊〉 for a sudden Fate Ire A sudden Fate There 's no such thing in Nature We 're dying from our â—radles Heav'n can send No greater 〈◊〉 when 't has predispos'd Mâ—n for the 〈◊〉 'T is a quiâ—k Mâ—d'cine for a long Disease Re-enter Aâ—alla Ha! what Pageant 's this Great Gods can this be true or do I see A Lovers Oath an over-acted Rant A 〈◊〉 Word that has out-run a Thought Fore'd by the Violence of self-urging Passion Which the Gods laugh at other men dispise And featâ—er to the Wind become so sacred So indispenâ—ible that she must dye â—orâ—â— Nay she by whom thou Livâ—st thy Angel thy Redeemer Are there such things as Gods Or are they over-busy'd Or is the World become so rankly Wicked Ne'ra spare Thunderbolt is lest for Thee Tam. Oh spare me spare me let me dye Axallâ— Ax. Canst thou devorâ— that Life that sav'd thy own See that blood spilt that sprung from thy own Fountain And kept thy own from shedding Canst thou hear Her dying Groans by whose sweet Prayers the Heav'ns Have been inclin'd to thy Success and softned to Tay Failings By whose dear Murmurs and Celestial Sound Thy Life has been refresh'd more than by Glory Whose Tears wou'd melt the Earth into an Ocean Whose Sighs wou'd cleave an Universe of Adamants Aâ—d make a Palsy shake the guilty Earth To â—hreds to Atoms to a second Chaos Tho it were Crampt with unrelenting Irons And Hearts as hard as thine Tam. Axalla Oh Axalla cou'dst thou see My Heart thou woud'st not chide but pity me Here stands a Saint and there methinks an Angel Peeps from the Clouds to call me to performance Of Sacred Vows Is Heaven divided Against it self and shall frail man be constant Nay more than that I 'm satisfi'd by all The Oracles of Heav'n the Mystic Priests Of several Churches that my Vow 's perform'd In her delivery But oh I 've done too much Desp. Ha! is 't come to this Aside Ax. Too much indeed and more than Heav'n requires For had you made a Vow to burn the World Blot out Religion Laws destroy Mankind And leave no Soul to Worship his Creator 'T were Sin to make it but to keep it greater Fy Sir for shame grasp your loose thoughts together Bind up your shatter'd Soâ— that it may piece again And grow the stronger by this Amorous Fracture Oh let me never live to see The Glory of all Ages basely bury'd Thus in a Woman's Arms. Desp. Sir I perceive I breed a Faction in your Family Your Slaves are angry and you must obey Unbind the Princess but unloose me too From my rash Contract 'T is better for us both Tam. No Fairest no Let me not lose that Heav'n after assurance Think of some Nobler less afflicting Tryal Some desperate never yet attempted Action Nor ever thought of Bid me drain the Ocean Make Mountains Navigable transplant a Climate Unhindge the Globe Bid me obscure the Sun Name that impossible that shan't be done But urge me not to tear out mine own Bowels To be alive Dissected doubly Martyr'd Desp. Are Vows made only to be broke and Women The Stales to cheat the Gods by Is this your Love That I must keep my Word and you be free I 'll try if I shall be obey'd Strangle the Princess Ax. kneeling Hold Madam hold Here take my guilty Head 'T was I that councelâ—d Bajazet's Destruction Contriv'd the Murder urg'd the doubtful Prince Cou'd her soft Heart contrive so harsh a Deed Her Pious Soul consent to such black Crimes Cou'd she the fatal Laws of Empire know The hard necessities of Jealous Greatness Let me the Author expiate the Crime Let not this spotless Lamb redeem a Tyger Deep in your Husband's Blood. Desp. You are her Lover Then I must punish you and set her free Ire Oh Madam hear him not his cruel Love Betrays his Life but never will save mine For sure I neither can nor will out-live him Ah generous Innocent why wilt thou rob me Of Martyrdom in such a Glorious Cause To save my Father's Life and ease his Sorrows That weigh too heavy on the afflicted World Desp. What Game of Glory 's this where Death 's the Prize And Life the odious Blank When Appetites Are too irregular pity they shou'd be humour'd Tam. He wrongs himself to save his guiltless Mistress No Truth is half so Holy as this Falsehood Despair urg'd Bajazet to self-Destruction Heav'n be my Judge 't was no Command of mine Nor yet their Counsel to substract one minute From his Heroic Life Desp. So you have told me Sir and I begin To think you real well 't is time The Vail were off lest Passion work some mischief Forgive me mighty Sir this bold Request kneeling 'T was but to try the firâ—ess of your Love You have discharg'd your Promise to the utmost 〈…〉 upon the Rack your own indulgent Nature Sir 〈◊〉 think this was the way to win you And make my self the Empress of the World To come to your Majestie bed all reâ—king In your dear Daughters Blood I 'm satisfy'd You never order'd Bajazets Destruction As you convinc'd me since Tam. 'T is a Sacred Truth No more than by hard usage and denying To him the sight of you which was his Life Desp. That well might move me Sir but not so highly Tam. I had your temper show'd me in false Glasses Which made me Amourously own in part What you believ'd by many weighty Reasons Ax. This may end well I 've seldom heard of Women Stand upon terms with all-commanding Emperors Rag. If these two piece again what will become Of me the Engineer I shall be crush'd 'Twixt these two mighty Wheels that I have put In motion Perhaps the Emperor is not poyson'd Who knows the walks of wily Womankind Desp. Now Sir by Virtue of your former Grant I 'll add but one request you 'll not deny me 'T is to release your Admirable Daughter And