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A08731
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The lost lady a tragy comedy.
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Berkeley, William, Sir, 1608-1677.
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1638
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STC 1902; ESTC S106656
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receive wounds on condition Were these by compact all my bloud is lost Since t is discredited what before was spent Ran in my name and made that live but now Great King you onely repeale my honors fall By giving death unto your enemy Our Prince resents his fate confirmes him his By a large pension and too soone intrusts With all his secrets gives him meanes to view His forts which he designes and learnes the strength Of each particular province and inform'd Of all makes his escape and is received Of the SPARTANA King with all remonstrances Of love and confess'd service but before He parted did that horrid act which LYSICLES must dye for AG. Indeed this story doth not much concerne Him if I mistake not PH. At his arrivall here he left his Neece With this designe that when his plots were ripe Without suspect he might come to the borders Hither he comes and at his entrance is By a base trayterous Servant certified Of the great love 'twixt her and LYSICLES The compact of their vowes with divers Letters The Lovers had exchang'd he stormes and cries If thou dost love young LYSICLES my hate Shall strike thee dead thy hand pluckt backe my honor When it was mounting be constant and this hand Shall by her death give thee a lingring one And my revenge in thy owne house begin Then with a barbarous unheard of cruelty Murthers his Neece and the same instant flies Fame had the next Sun blowne this through the City His house was searcht the trunke of the dead Lady Found in the Hall the head he carried with him In honor of his cruelty AG. Sure he was mad PH. I would say so too but that I would not make Him lesse guilty of this inhumanity AG. What furies governe man we hazard all Our lives and fortunes to gaine hated memories And in the search of vertue tremble at shadowes But how are you ascertain'd that he did This horrid act PH. He sent the bitter summons of her death By her that had betray'd her the report Did make her spirits throng unto her heart And sure had kild it had not Heaven decreed His hand should be as blacke as his intent She begg'd sometime for prayer and retir'd In her owne blood did write her Tragedy And parting wishes to her deare bethroth'd Now heare the strangest mistooke piety That ever entred in a Virgins breast She so much lov'd this barbarous Homicide She would not have him guilty of her death And therefore with her owne hand wounds her selfe And as she bled she writ unto her Lord At last concludes They will not let me make them innocent I 'me cald unto my death and I repent My wound because I would not hurt That which I hope you lov'd this bloody note Was found the next day in her pocket AG. And came it to the Lord LYSICLES PH. It did and if you e're had seene A hundred parents at one time deplore The unexpected deaths of their lost Children The fathers sorrow and the mothers teares Would Emblemize but not expresse his griefe Sometimes he shreekt as if h 'ad sent his soule Out in his voice sometimes stood fixt and gaz'd As if he had no sence of what he saw Sometime he 'd sound and if the memory Of his deare Mistresse even i th' gates of Death Had not pursu'd him he had certaine dyed Torment did now give life at last he drew His sword and ere he could be staid did fall Upon the point This I thinke did preserve him For not being mortall and he fainting with The losse of bloud had not then strength enough To end himselfe untill he was perswaded To live to celebrate her memory Which nightly he doth doe upon her Tombe Whither he now is gone AG. I have not heard of such a love as this PH. Nor never shall of such a beauty as did cause it 'T is late and I 'le not trouble you with her story When you are at Court all tongues will speake Her merit to your wonder I 'le bring you to your horse Exit The Tombe discovered Enter LYSICLES and a Page with a Torch Enter ERGASTO and CLEON CL. And will you marry now ER. Indeed will I CL. And what shall be done with all those lockes of haire You have ER. Why I 'le make buttons of 'em and had they halfe The value that I swore they had when I did beg 'em Rich orient Diamonds could not equall them Some came easily and some I was forc'd to dig for in the Mine CL. And your priz'd liberty what shall become of that You swore you would not marry till there were A Law established that married men Might be redeem'd as Slaves are ER. I was an Asse when I talkt so Those damb'd bookes of Chastity I read In my minority corrupted me but since I 'm practis'd in the World I find there are No greater Libertines than married men 'T is true 't was dangerous this knot in the First Age when it was a crime to breake vowes But thankes to VENVS the Scaene is altered And we act other parts I 'le tell thee The priviledges we enjoy when we are married First our secrecy is held Authentick Which is assurance will take up any woman at Interest that is not peevish then the acquaintance Which our wives bring us to whom at times I carry My wives commendations and if their husbands be Not at home I doe commend my selfe CL. For what I prethee ER. For a good Dancer A good Rider a good any thing That I thinke will please 'em CL. Thou 'lt have a damnable conceite of thy wife By thy knowledge and opinion of all other Women unlesse you thinke her a Phoenix ER. 'T will be my best resolution But harke in thy Eare Rogue I could be content to thinke and Wish mine and all for the publicke good And weare my hornes with as much confidence As the best velvet head of 'em all and paint Them in my Crest with this Inscription These he deserv'd for his love to the Common-wealth CL. A rare fame you would purchase ER. A more lasting one than any Monument you can Repeate the Epitaph of and would it not be Glorious to be commemorated as the first founder Of the Commonalty of undisparag'd Cuckolds CL. Yes and pray'd for by bastards that got better Fathers than they were destin'd to by their mothers marriages ER. And curs'd by Surgeons that were undone by Honest womens practices CL. And this done voluntarily which you will Hardly avoide though you have a thousand Guards to prevent it I that have beene your Play-fellow shall be first suspected And first banish'd ER. By JVPITER never no though 't would preserve A thousand smooth fore-heads if she be honest Your Arts cannot alter her and if otherwise Had I not rather adopt a sonne of thine Than a strangers and confesse truely CLEON Would not you for this publicke benefit be Content to sacrifice a Sister that we might
possibility Of being happy by it But we must expect Till the same power that plac't us here commands A restitution of his gift This is indeed a rule To make us live but not live happily 'T is true the slave that frees himselfe by death Doth wrong his Master but yet the gods are not Necessitous of us but we of them Who then is injur'd if I kill my selfe And if I durst to heare their voyce they call Men to some other place when they remove The gust and taste of this we should adore thee death If constant vertue not inforcement built Thy spacious Temples Enter EVGENIO Welcome Eugenio welcome worthie friend How long are you arrivd Eu. Time enough to revenge though not prevent The injuries you have done me LY. VVhat meanes my friend Eu. I must not heare that name now you have lost The effects and vertue of it I come to punish Your breach of faith LY. Is Hell affeard my constancie should conquer The mischiefes that are rais'd to swallow me That it invents new plagues to batter me By all that 's holy I never did offend my friend Not in a thought Eu. Those that by breach of vowes provoke their justice Doe seldome feare prophaning of their names To hide their perjuries will put it on them You have attempted my Hermione And forc'd her father to compell her voice Unto your Marriage LY. All this I doe confesse but 't was for both your goods As I will now informe you Eu. Hell and furies because your specious titles Your spreading Vineyards and your guilded house Doe shine upon our Cottage must our faiths VVhich Heaven did seale be cancell'd 't was my vertue VVonne her faire graces which still out-shine Your flames of vice LY. It hath not light enough to let you see your friend Gods Could that man have liv'd that dar'd to say Eugenio did suspect his Lysicles And now in pittie you doe shew him mee That I may flie the world without regreet Not leaving one of worth behinde me in it Begon and learne your errours Eu. I have don 't alreadie they were trusting you VVith my lifes happinesse draw and restore the vowes You made Hermione or I will leave you dead And teare them from your heart LY. Fond man thou dost not know how much 't is in My power to make thee miserable I could now force thee execute my wish In killing mee and thou wouldst flie the light VVhen it had shewd thee whom thy rage offended But till I fall by my owne hand my life Is chain'd unto my honour which I will weare Upon my Sepulchre nor must I die Being guilty of Milesia's murther For any cause but hers else were my breast Since you have wrong'd me open to your poynt Eu. Can you denie but that you have attempted The faith of my Hermione LY. I can with so strong circumstance of truth VVould make you blush for have doubted mine But he that was my friend and suspects me Must attend lesse satisfaction than a stranger Proceede and let your case be both your judge and guide Eu. What should I doe I dare not trust my sence If he should tell me that it does deceive me Vertue it selfe would lose her qualitie E're he forsooke her and his words doe fall Distorted from him his soule doth labour Vnder some heavy burthen which my passion Did hinder me from seeing Sir forgive Or take your full revenge let your owne griefes Teach you to pitty those are distract with it I will not rise untill you pardon me LY. Oh my Eugenio thy kindnesse hath undone me My rage did choake my griefe which now did spread It selfe over my soule and body up and helpe To beare me till I fall eternally Eu. Who can heare this and not be turn'd to Marble Good Sir impart your sorrowes I may bring comfort LY. Whilst they were capable thou didst but now They are too great and swolne to let it in Milesia Whom you and J supposed dead By me to day is poison'd and lies dying in her torment Is not this strange Eu. VVhat have you said that is not But heaven avert this last LY. It is too late now let me beg thy kindnesse VVould doe that for me J forbad thy passion Eu. VVhat is 't LY. Kill me Eu. You cannot wish me such an hated office Call up your reasons and your courage to you VVhich was not given you onely for the warres But to resist the batteries of Fortune People will say that Lysicles did want Part of that courage Fame did speake him Lord of VVhen they shall heare him sunke below her succour LY. You will not kill me then Eu. VVhen I beleeve there is no other meanes to ease you I will doe 't LY. All but death are fled Eu. Then draw your sword and as J lift my arme To sheath this in your breast let yours pierce me On this condition J may doe your will LY. J may not for the world why should you die Eu. See how your passions blinde you is Death An ease or torment if it be a joy VVhy should you envie it your dearest friend LY. Our causes are not equall Eu. They will be when you are dead How you mistake The Lawes of Friendship and commit those faults You did accuse me of J would not live so long To thinke you can survive your dying friend LY. Eugenio I am conquerd yet I hoep thy kindnesse Will doe that for me which thy sword refuseth Love thy Hermione she deserves it friend Leave me alone a while Eu. Your griefe 's too great for me to trust your life with 't I dare not venture you beyond my helpe Within Where 's Prince Lysicles where 's Prince Lysicles LY. Hearke I am cal'd the fatall newes is come Drawes Eu. Fie how unmanly 's this Can sounds affright you Which yet you know not whether they doe bring Or joyes or sorrowes when remedies are despair'd of You have still leave to dye perhaps she lives And you le exhale her soule into your wounds And be the death of her you mourne for living Within Where 's Prince Lysicles where 's Prince Lysicles Eu. It is the voyce of comfort none would strive To be a sad relator I le call him holla here he is Enter a Servant SER. The strange Lady kisses your hands my Lord Arnaldo Has restor'd her she bad me say your sight can onely Give perfection to what he has begunne Eu. Will you dye now LY. Softly good friend gently let it slide Into my breast my hearts too narrow yet To take so full a joy in You 're sure this newes is true SER. On my Life Eu. Why should you doubt it LY. My comforts ever were like Winter Sunnes That rise late and set betimes set with thicke Clouds That hide their light at noone but be this true And I have life enough to let me see it I shall be ever happy Eu. So 't is well at length his hope hath taught despaire to