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A36692
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The Spanish fryar, or, The double discovery acted at the Duke's Theatre / written by John Dryden ...
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Dryden, John, 1631-1700.
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Wing D2368; ESTC R11507
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maiest weep with me How dear how sweet his first Embraces were With what a Zeal he join'd his Lips to mine And suckt my Breath at every word I spoke As if he drew his Inspiration thence While both our Souls came upward to our Mouths As neighbouring Monarchs at their Borders meet I thought Oh no 'T is false I could not think 'T was neither Life nor Death but both in one Ter. Then sure his Transports were not less than yours Qu. More more for by the high-hung Tapers light I cou'd discern his Cheeks were glowing red His very Eye-balls trembl'd with his Love And sparkl'd through their Casements humid Fires He sigh'd and kiss'd breath'd short and wou'd have spoke But was too fierce to throw away the time All he cou'd say was Love and Leonora Ter. How then can you suspect him lost so soon Qu. Last night he flew not with a Bridegroom's haste Which eagerly prevents the pointed hour I told the Clocks and watch'd the wasting Light And listned to each softly treading step In hope 't was he but still it was not he At last he came but with such alter'd Looks So wild so ghastly as if some Ghost had met him All pale and speechless he survey'd me round Then with a Groan he threw himself a-bed But far from me as far as he cou'd move And sigh'd and toss'd and turn'd but still from me Ter. What all the night Queen Even all the live-long-night At last for blushing I must tell thee all I press'd his Hand and laid me by his Side He pull'd it back as if he touch'd a Serpent With that I burst into a floud of Tears And ask'd him how I had offended him He answer'd nothing but with Sighs and Groans So restless past the night and at the Dawn Leapt from the Bed and vanish'd Ter. Sighs and Groans Paleness and Trembling all are signs of Love He onely fears to make you share his Sorrows Queen I wish 't were so but Love still doubts the worst My heavy Heart the Prophetess of Woes Foreboads some ill at hand To sooth my sadness Sing me the Song which poor Olympia made When false Bireâ—o left her A SONG I. Farwell ungratefull Traytor Farwell my perjur'd Swain Let never injur'd Creature Believe a Man again The Pleasure of Possessing Surpasses all Expressing But 't is too short a Blessing And Love too long a Pain II. 'T is easie to deceive us In pity of your Pain But when we love you leave us To rail at you in vain Before we have descry'd it There is no Bliss beside it But she that once has try'd it Will never love again III. The Passion you pretended Was onely to obtain But when the Charm is ended The Charmer you disdain Your Love by ours we measure Till we have lost our Treasure But Dying is a Pleasure When Living is a Pain Re-enter Torrismond Tor. Still she is here and still I cannot speak But wander like some discontend Ghost That oft appears but is forbid to talke Going again Queen O Torrismond if you resolve my Death You need no more but to go hence again Will you not speak Tor. I cannot Qu. Speak oh speak Your Anger wou'd be kinder than your Silence Tor. Oh! Queen Do not sigh or tell me why you sigh Tor. Why do I live ye Powers Qu. Why do I live to hear you speak that word Some blackâ—mouth'd Villain has defam'd my Vertue Tor. No! No! Pray let me go Queen kneeling You shall not goe By all the Pleasures of our Nuptial-bed It ever I was lov'd though now I 'm not By these true Tears which from my wounded Heart Bleed at my Eyes Tor. Rise Queen I will never rise I cannot chuse a better place to dye Tor. Oh! I wou'd speak but cannot Queen rising Guilt keeps you silent then you love me not What have I done ye Powers what have I done To see my Youth my Beauty and my Love No sooner gain'd but slighted and betray'd And like a Rose just gather'd from the Stalk But onely smelt and cheaply thrown aside To wither on the ground Tere. For Heaven's sake Madam moderate your Passion Queen Why nam'st thou Heaven there is no Heaven for me Despair Death Hell have seiz'd my tortur'd Soul When I had rais'd his groveling Fate from ground To Pow'r and Love to Empire and to Me When each Embrace was dearer than the first Then then to be contemn'd then then thrown off It calls me old and wither'd and deform'd And loathsome Oh! what Woman can bear Loathsome The Turtle flies not from his billing Mate He bills the closer but ungratefull Man Base barbarous Man the more we raise our Love The more we pall and cool and kill his ardour Racks Poison Daggers rid me but of Life And any Death is welcome Tor. Be witness all ye Powers that know my Heart I would have kept the fatal Secret hid But she has conquer'd to her Ruin conquer'd Here take this Paper reade our Destinies Yet do not but in kindness to your self Be ignorantly safe Qu. No! give it me Even though it be the Sentence of my Death Tor. Then see how much unhappy Love had made us O Leonora Oh! We two were born when sullen Planets reign'd When each the others Influence oppos'd And drew the Stars to Factions at our Birth Oh! better better had it been for us That we had never seen or never lov'd Queen There is no Faith in Heaven if Heaven says so You dare not give it Tor. As unwillingly As I would reach out Opium to a Friend Who lay in Torture and desir'd to dye Gives the Paper But now you have it spare my sight the pain Of seeing what a world of Tears it cost you Go silently enjoy your part of Grief And share the sad Inheritance with me Queen I have a thirsty Fevor in my Soul Give me but present Ease and let me dye Exit Qu. and Teres Enter Lorenzo Lor. Arm arm my Lord the City Bands are up Drums beating Colours flying Shouts confus'd All clustring in a heap like swarming Hives And rising in a moment Tor. With design to punish Bertran and revenge the King 'T was order'd so Lor. Then you 're betray'd my Lord. 'T is true they block the Castle kept by Bertran But now they cry Down with the Palace Fire it Pull out th' usurping Queen Tor. The Queen Lorenzo durst they name the Queen Lor. If railing and reproching be to name her Tor. O Sacrilege Say quickly who commands This vile blaspheming Rout Lor. I 'm loth to tell you But both our Fathers thrust 'em headlong on And bear down all before ' em Tor. Death and Hell Somewhat must be resolv'd and speedily How sayst thou my Lorenzo darst thou be A Friend and once forget thou art a Son To help me save the Queen Lor. Aside Let me consider Bear Arms against my Father he begat me That 's true but for whose sake did he beget me For his own