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
Injuries are Immortal kept alive By those that give no less than those that take 'em One justly hopes the other fears Revenge Purchasing Safety by a second blow Tame Christians court Affronts Let him not live And worship Mahomet that can forgive Exit Axalla Irene Ax. D' ye hear the news Iren. What of my Fathers Love Ax. Nay more than that The death of Bajazet Just now found dead in 's Cage wallowing in 's Blood. Iren. 'T is strange I 'm sure 't was not my Father's act Ax. I cannot tell this Love will change a man As much as a new Faith and Proselytes At their admission are injoin'd great Tasks Enter Despina weeping and Ragalzan Here comes the Mourner and the Mischief-maker I like not their acquaintance Iren. I wonder that he finds such Favor with the Emperor Ax. That his quick Eye sees not his bungling Flattery The Seam's so visible and gross Desp. O sad sad Story Rag. 'T was as I told you and your Dream confirms it Iren. Oh they come near How can I bear with patience The sight of her that gives so great Disquiet To my great Father blasts his glorious Name Rag. Madam did you observe Desp. What makes the Princess fly me Am I brought hither to be scorn'd as well as injur'd These are your Tartarian manners Rag. 'T is not her Education but Religion She 's bred a Christian and betroth'd to this Axalla 'T was they perswaded the Emperor to this Murder Desp. Did they a wondrous Act Oh my dear Sultan Just Heav'ns lend me the Power to vindicate his wrongs Send me the Furies I will turn 'em Saints By this my holy Justice Oh oh oh Weeps Rag. And since this peevish Girl has heard her Father's Passion She Vows she 'll never see you tho you shou'd stoop To be her Father's Wife Desp. A pretty Spark But I will see her tho I walk through Flames To meet her Enter Tamerlane Tam. Bless me 't is sad I was to blame to urge His patience to that height and yet he scorn'd All offers at my hands and had design'd For me the self-same Cage taken at Tauris 'T is true I order'd that Despina shou'd Not yet come near him but that was not well Ha! there she is and I begin to change In vain I struggle with Love's mighty Yoke And the contention 'twixt two powerful Passions Lays wast my Mind This Soultry heat of Love has scorch'd up quite The temperate Climes of Virtue I 'm become Like the Arabian Desart dry unfruitful Where nothing grows for Mankind's use 'T is all but horrid Rocks and Precipices And Tempest-beaten Sands to blind Men's Eyes And bury 'em alive How can I give Account of my great Charge Rag. He 's in his Passion now I 'll give him counsel Might I presume to guess your Royal troubles The beauteous Captive gives you some Disquiet Tam. Audacious Wretch how dar'st thou search into The Soveraign's Brest and rudely touch his Wounds Rag. You pity Sir her Husband 's dismal Fate Tam. True wsth unfeigned Sorrow Rag. But Sir may I proceed a little farther And 't is my humble care for your contentment And the continuance of your spotless Fame Tho for my Duty I shou'd meet my death By my too forward Zeal yet I will speak My Conscience for the Public Tam. Speak thy Grievance Rag. The death of Friends is but a Skin-deep wound To tough Mankind The Earth is over-stock'd The Feeding's bare the less the Herd the fatter What then of Foes or Rivals Love 's a Passion No Hero ought to blush for 't is their own It is the noblest Error of great Minds Or a Perfection rather born of the Same Parent Valor is excess of Heat 'T is a Majestiâ— Madness Heav'nly Fury None ever scap'd it of the Gods or Heroes Tam. What then Speak out Rag. Why then 't is strongly rumor'd That you are touch'd with that Celestial frailty Tam. Is it divulg'd so soon Well then since thou Hast guess'd so well I 'll tell thee my Disease She is the first of all that trivial Sex That ever gain'd the out-works of my Heart A kind Esteem But more S' has fir'd the Fort And turn'd out all the vigorous Defendants The Manly Vertues that secur'd the Place I ne'r knew Love before but for State Int'rest Which paâ—ns the Prince's Body for the Public Rag. So much the worse The first Loves are most dangerous The rest are flashes Sparkles of the former Doubly reflected Rainbows dying Ecchoes Diseases of the Brain are seldom cur'd And their first Fits most fatal if delay'd What fills the World with Madmen Is 't not Love Tam. My Reasoning faculty that was my guide Is so bewildred in this Hellish Fog That I do often grope for 't seldom find it Is there no Cure for this Rag. One very natural Breathing of a Vein in Fevers Or giving Vent to Vessels that wou'd break Tam. Oh but Discourse and Time may Conquer Passion Rag. Stay till a tickling Cough turns a Consumption For want of taking such a Sugar'd Medicine Statesmen in Love begin their Alphabet 'T is a new World an undiscover'd Coast. I 've Lov'd Enjoy'd and Lov'd and lost There is No Rock nor Shelf in all the dangerous Road Of Woman but I am your Pilot for 't Take it from me tho Honor gets the better 'T is a most costly Victory puts you to Th' expence of many thoughtful hours and wasts A wise Man's Brain that 's fit for nobler uses Love lyes in Ambush when you think the least on 't Rallies again and routs th' unsetled Victor And tho 't is oft pluck'd up with endless labor The rank Weed still appears But think I you shou'd make a Life of Passion To whine and dally and to truck for hearts Some Months or Years like other common Mortals A Prince's Love 's to like and to enjoy And then at once away with Love and puling Passion Tam. Are there no limits then for Princes Passions Rag. There may be yet 't were better to be eas'd At any rate than leave the World neglected Millions of Souls draw vital breath from yours The Soldiers murmur that you stop your Progress Pausing upon such Toys yet take this Cordial Fortune has made her free without your guilt Attempt to gain her Love by fair persuasion And take her to your Wife Tam. 'T were not unlawful But oh 't is Rash 't is Base 't is out of Season Rag. Then will you still expose this worthy Passion To your deriding Foes and grieving Friends Carry the Baby Love about the Army And ask the Soldiers how it does become you Ta. Thy Reasons have som weight my Thoughts are wandred And blown about with every gust of Passion For want of Reason's Ballast Here she comâ—s Enter Despina And turns thy Problems all to Demonstrations Rag. I and she comes to court you pray make use on 't Desp. Down down proud Billows of my Stormy â—rest Be calm one moment till I
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