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The conquest of China by the Tartars a tragedy, acted at the Duke's Theatre / written by Elkanah Settle ...
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Settle, Elkanah, 1648-1724.
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Wing S2675; ESTC R18258
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Fate or yours 'twixt two brave hands The Ballance of this mighty Empire stands Am. Zungteus Oh the Gods what have I done The only man whom I in Arms would shun O'retake the Herauld in his hasty flight And bid him tell the King I will not Fight Vang Not Fight Am. Not with Zungteus call him back Vang No stay Am. How Vang Love Commands what Honour can't obey Would you a generous King so ill requite And check that Fame which takes so high a flight Am. Oh thou rash Honour whose too eager Zeal Made me t' a Contract not look't o're set Sâ—al Honour a frantick Lust in Souls sublime Of leaping o're what Prudence stays to climb The King I hope by this time understands That my fierce Answer came from feeble hands And will conclude from my too brisk reply I talk too much to fit a part so high Vang Your quick acceptance merits his applause T' have askt your Foe e're you embrac'd the Cause That were t' have those where safely you might strike Great Valour weighs all Enemies alike You in your swift Compliance have exprest Such Gallantry the King will trust the rest His Confidence no further tryal needs He builds his Faith upon your former Deeds Am. If in my former Deeds I 'm so much blest My Fame and I may now sit down and rest And since I have so many Lawrels wore Tell him I 'm modest and will win no more Vang In this Retreat you would your Fame deface And shew you had begun a glorious Race But wanted Courage to pursue the Chase Am. I 'le tell him I 'm a Woman and resign To a manly hand which is too great for mine Vang You ought great deeds the rather to pursue As from a Woman they 're more rare and new Am. I 'le tell him I 'm a Lover Vang That Excuse A dangerous suspition would produce Both of your Courage and Allegiance too To own a Love for China's mortal Foe Would sound but harshly to the Emperours Ear. As if your private fancy you prefer Before your Countreys Cause 'T is a less blot To be an ill Lover than bad Patriot Am. I 'le tell him then I am Vang A Coward Am. How Vang If your fond thoughts to this tame faintness bow Your honour all is at one blast expir'd They 'l say e're half your Race was run you tyr'd And 't is far less ignoble not to have Been ever fam'd then not continue brave Am. A Coward Who but appeaâ—'s a Coward though abused Is sentenc'd in his being but accused The Name 's almost as heinous as the guilt That Title ruines all my Honour built And if my shrinking thoughts too lowly move I 'm impudent if I pretend to Love Coward and Lover are of different kind Love 's the most daring passion of the mind 'T is a Majestiâ—k and a Royal Guest And scornes to Lodge in an unhallow'd breast Whom Cowardise insects Love's fire ne'r felt It is the droâ—s of Souls and cannot melt I 'le meet him then and do my self this Right I 'le shew that I can Love 'cause I dare Fight Since I admire a Man so high in Fame I 'le keep up Glory to support my flame Exeunt SCENE the Third Enter Lycungus and Orunda Orund. Quitazo false My greatness and my Love despis'd and his Pâ—fidious heart the fair Alcinda's prize Lyc. Their setled Loves Ambition cannot shake Nor all the assaults that Pow'r or Death can make Orund. Oh my hà rd fortune Born so near a Crown And carry no more Thunder in my Frown False and dim Lights boast your faint Charms no more And feeble greatness thy faln State deplore pointing to her Eyes Weak Majesty and weaker Beauty too A heart I cannot shake I cannot bow None but thy Ruine shall my Rage appease No storms like those which injur'd Lovers raise Poor and Effeminate Revenge stand by No common furies can my Gall supply Is going Rivals best pleasure Rivals when they dye Lyc. Stay Injur'd Princess though in you just Heav'n To the World Copies of it self ha's given Should all adore you Gods were then too kind And have For you more homage than themselves design'd Beauty like Heav'n so large a sway ne'r bears To make all men Religious worshippers Let my devotion Expiate his Crimes Let me adore what his disdain Blasphemes Orund. How Sir Dares your aspiring fancy rove So high t' assault my Ear attempt my Love My kindness to Quitazo so soon cold Were his heart guarded more than Misers gold Or fighting Monarchs Crowns his Breast more Steel Than Lightning e'r would melt yet he shall feel The fierce Attaque my mighty power shall make But if Love Rage Fate and Death's powr's too weak If after all I cannot overcome But by her Murder and his Martyrdome Were his Ingratitude greater than 't is Yet still I scorn all other Love but his Exit Lyc. Well what my slighted passion cannot do That end I by Ambition will pursue In sluggish Breasts Love's idle frenzy rules Ambition is the Lust of all great Souls The Scene opens and discovers the King of China on a Throne Orunda by him Orund. Justice great Sir on a wrong'd Daughters score From a kind Father I this grace Implore That Justice as a King you can't deny Which lends Heav'n Thunder and you Majesty The flase Quitazo my just right denys He does my Love and your Commands despise And pays his homage to Alcinda's Eyes Lycun Whatsoever doom your Justice shall decree She is secured and waits her destiny King Is Insolence so high and King so low That to my will his Pride disdains to bow My Power by a Mortal and a Subject dar'd Kings and out-live that minute we are fear'd Crafty Quitazo does my Army lead That shelter for a while protects his Head But for his guilt to their quick Graves I 'le send All that but call him Brother Son or Friend I 'le punish his Affront on his whole Race And from Man-kind his hated Name deface Alcindâ—'s Blood first Expiates her sin Her strangled Pride shall the first Scene begin And to confirm my Rage I 'le pluck out all Their Eyes that shed a Tear to see her fall Whispers to one of his Attendants Exit Orund. This is too much So many Bleed How high Does th'anger of Affronted Monarchs flye Whole Famâ—lies destâ—oy'd his Rage so loud Her Murder will be lost in such a Croud Lyc. But in that Croud your hated Rival dyes Orund. Yes to his Rage not mine a Sacrifice Enter Alcinda puâ—sned by Mutes who entring kneels to the King Alc. Of your displeasure what can be the cause â— am too young to break Imperial Lawâ— King Why tardy Slaves this insolent delay Tâ—ke her and strangle her Orund. No great Sir stay Revenge and Justice in this Cause are mine And though my thoughts no mercy do design My Anger 's yet too cold to see her fall To my Remembrance first his scorn I 'le call Then sound her