have me do If I Love Altomaer can I love Gayland too Love is the very Soul of the Creation And Constancy the Soul of Love And then Can I love twice She whose divided Heart Admits more Loves than one does but like her That breaks a precious Diamond into Sparks And makes that worthless was before inestimable King Alas I do not court thee to be false 'T is then thou' rt false when thou lovest Altomar False to thy Blood thy Honor and to me To love below the Daughter of a King But fix thy Eyes on an Imperial Head And then thou' rt truly Just Thou canst not guess The Charms of Love within a Monarch's Arms Thy Beauty on a Throne shall not shine only For thy long Youth but be even in thy Age triumphant Whilst to pursue the Trophies thou hast won Thy young Heroick Sons shall conquer Kingdoms And their fair Sisters Kings Art Oh misery King Nor is this all t' embrace the Crown I offer Consider thou wilt make thy Father great All my Ambition bounds in this Alliance In this blest Marriage from my Blood will spring That Race shall fill the Africk Throne for ever Art Oh Ruine Mer. Your Gracious Father Art Dares that Villain speak Remove that hated Monster from my Sight Mer. And that proud Devil from the World Aside Art Alas what is that gay vain thing call'd Empire You 'd have me lose my Peace and Heav'n to purchase When from this Heart my Altomar's dear Throne Its Lord I banish 't is a pain so great Horror and Hell will fill the empty Seat King A Daughter Death why was she born to plague me Ye Gods what ways ye find to make Man wretched Our very Heirs the Branches of our selves Are not our own The Gallant and the Great Mix active Fires to mould their Likenesses Whilst some malignant Planet sheds his Venom Clubs in his Dross to bastardize their Souls And grafts a Fool upon a Royal Stock Enter Messenger Mess My Lord the Emperor King Now Rebel Daughter I must be short prepare to entertain This mighty man with all yout kindest Looks Breath one harsh Note to shew your Soul 's untuned Ruffle that Face but with one angry Blast And the next hour your Darling breathes his last Obey me or expect the Traytor 's Head Enter Gayland attended Art Nurs'd in a Palace and a King my Parent And yet thus wretched would I had met my Altomar In some more hospitable Desart born What tho' we lived with Brutes and Savages They would be kinder than inhumane Fathers King Great Sir I leave you to your Fate Success And Victory your long-known Slaves attend you Exit Gayl Majestick Excellence I come to lay A Monarch at thy Feet So Lov 's soft Goddess War 's fierce God disarms Melts down his Native Fury in her Arms Softens the Influence of his angry Fires And blunts the Edge of Fate Art Excellent Vanity Gayl Madam I ne'er was truly great till now What are the Courts of Kings if Love 's not there What 's the unpolisht slaughtering Warrier but A nobler Savage till by Love refined War Victory and Crowns But the rude Oar and the rough Minerals bring Whilst 't is Love melts and Beauty stamps the King Art In what big Tone this gilded Organ speaks Aside But now to answer him Oh Love assist me Great Sir Gayl Speak fair Divinity Art Methinks You magnifie Love's little God too much And add too glittering Plumes to the blind Boy Alas his unfledg'd Wings soar not so high Does not th' exploding World at best call Beauty A short-liv'd Bloom Love Man's Effeminacy And Woman only Natures fair Defect Gayl Hold beauteous Brightness Artemira's Eyes Shall make a Convert of that senceless World Ascend my dazling ThronÄ— and then see what The Tributary World shall pay to Beauty Thus Crown'd thou shalt not only be adored By prostrate Nations but those Nations Lord. Thus the Imperial Monarch of the Skies Melts his Eternal Day in Juno's Eyes So shalt thou reign like her but blest above Her humbler Joys in a more faithful Jove Art Insufferable Vanity Oh Love how vast A difference is betwixt the God-like Altomar Aside And this poor Image of a King Gayl By Heavens So glorious shall my Artemira shine That Humane Eyes shan't dare look up so high But blinded stand with thy o'erflowing Light Art Great Sir your Bounty promises such Wonders That to experience your prodigious Favors I have a Boon to beg Gayl Speak and command it Art It will offend you Gayl By my Crown it shall not Art Have I your Promise Gayl Upon the word of Majesty Art I 'm satisfied and now dare freely speak Great Sir no common Pride ought to embrace Those Glories you intend for me but Sir Suppose I lov'd before and love an Object Below your Royal Greatness For alas All Beauties are not born to conquer Kings Yet may be happy far below a Crown And tho' the mighty Gayland only ought To storm and conquer yet I hope you 'l promise me You 'll win me bravely and not seek to force My Heart till you have nobly conquer'd it Enter Altomar disguised and Morat Gayl By these white Charms I swear Kissing her Hand By Alla and my own Imperial Honor I 'll never wear this Jewel till I 've won it Mor. Keep your Disguise or we are lost for ever To Altomar Alt. Her yielding Hand snatcht to his greedy Lips Seiz'd and devour'd by that invading Tyrant Aside Art Then I 've my Wish now my loved Altomar I 've cut off all his Hopes t' invade thy Right He 'll never wear thy Jewel till he has won it Aside And that is never For this Heart 's invincible And if there 's Strength in Vows or Oaths or Honor I 'll make him know he 's perjur'd but t' attempt it Alt. What riotous pleasures revel in her Eyes By Hell he has talk'd her to an Extasie Aside Gayl A favor'd Rival the only thing I wanted By Heav'ns she 's now a Conquest fit for me Who e'er thou art poor Wretch love on court on Guard all the Forts of her encompast Heart That when I storm I may have the Charm to try How at my Sun such poor thin Shadows fly Art Now Royal Sir your Gallantry Alt. Oh horror Aside Art Your matchless Gallantry has so much Honor And so much Charm that it has given me all My utmost wish could ask Alt. She 's gon She 's gon Aside Gayl Oh my fair Saint what infinite Mass of Glory Do my vast Hopes embrace Come bright illustrious fair let Fools and Cowards Invoke the help of the kind Powers above Call on each Star to aid their dastard Love On my own Strength my Tug of Fate shall lie And let the gazing Gods stand Neuter by Exeunt Manent Altomar and Morat Alt. Oh I am lost not the dark Womb of Earth That teems with tortur'd Ghosts in the black Realms Of Vengeance has a Soul so lost
The Princess discover'd in her BedChamber Enter Altomar introduced by Rosolin Art Kind Heav'n he comes Rosol Know 't is with wondrous danger But greater Kindness that my Royal Mistress Admits you at this Hour Alt. My generous Guide May Heav'n and Love requite thee for this Favor Those Powr's which are my Enemies reward thee Exit Rosolin Art Approach my Altomar This awful Distance Befits a Courting not a Conquering Lover But say my Altomar what pitying Angel Has broke thy Chains to bless thy Artemira Alt. Still the same Sweetness If the Flower 's so fragrant Can the dear Root be poyson'd Aside Art Why are you silent Sir now by my Life Your crowding Joys to see your kind dear Princess Have lockt your Tongue pent up the narrow Vent For words and made your swelling Raptures dumb Nay then I will increase your Extasie Know I 've been storm'd by your proud haughty Rival The vainest thing that ever Fortune rais'd For Fools t' obey or Beauty to despise But by my kind Compliance with his Pride I have so pleas'd his Vanity so wrought The Royal Pageant up till he has sworn By Alla and his own Imperial Honor Hee 'll never marry me till he has conquer'd me Now when I meet the shining Meteor next I 'll own our Loves and tell him I 'm invincible Alt. Is this the Vertue Gods I have profaned And this that Truth my frantick Fears could doubt Aside Art Then if he has the least Spark of Majesty And still dares tire me with his nauseous Love I 'll Thunder in his Ears his Royal Promise His blasted Honor and his broken Vows Till I have shamed him from his hopeless Suit Made him take all his gaudy Streamers in And shrink like blushing Cowards from a Siege Alt. Oh was there ever Constancy like thine Or jealous impious Infidel like me Aside Art And does your Artemira's Kindness please you Alt. Please me Not a blest Soul at the last Trumpets Sound Can hear his Call to Everlasting Glory With greater Extasie Enter Rosalin running Ros Madam the King your Father Art Ha! what sayest thou Ros Is coming hither just now ent'ring And I 've out-run the Danger to alarm you Alt. Confusion Art Fly fly my Altomar But hold to move That way would be to meet him in the Face And to stay here is Death Alt. What shall I do Art Retire into my Closet Alt. Oh unhappy Chance Exit into the Closet Art Husht as your Grave your silent Station keep For if you stir my Altomar must die Enter King King You seem disturb'd is it the Father's Presence Or Daughters Guilt that makes this Ague Fit Art Dread Sir a Visit at this hour of Night Ev'n from a Father cannot but surprize me King Suppress your Fear draw nigh I come to talk with you Art Speak with the voice of Mercy Royal Sir And whilst the Breath of Majesty delivers The charming Oracles thus low I 'll fall Kneels T' embrace the Feet of the inspir'd God that utters ' em King Well I will speak with Mercy Art Yes Royal Sir if you but knew what Love meant Then you would speak with Mercy then you 'd pity My bleeding Heart not bid me poorly sell My solid Peace for th' empty name of Empress Alas I would obey you if I could But the Command's impossible I have loved once and ne'er can love agen True Love 's A Bird of Paradise when once on Wing It keeps the Airy Region where it flies And never lights before it falls and dies Enter Meroin locking the Door after him King Tortures and Furies how she frets my Soul Turns all my Blood to Gall. Mer. And mine to Poyson King How Meroin Mer. I come to tell thee King That I have chas'd a hunted Tyrant and This fair false Crocodile into the Toyl And on this Spot they die Draws King How Sawcy Traytor What means this unexampled Insolence Mer. Why Sir I 'll tell you call to your Remembrance The many Wounds I have received for you Have I not been your Conquering Admiral For almost twice seven Years my Loyalty Untainted and my Courage undisputed But thy Ingratitude Barbarian King Could lay me like a rusty Armor by Nor has she play'd the Tyrant less than thou Her cruelty and her proud haughty Scorn To all my slighted Sighs has light that Brand Which nothing but her Hearts last Blood can quench But I lose time King Hold Impious Slave yet hold if thou canst think Much less darest put in Action what thou threaten'st Canst thou e'er hope thy Royal Master's Murder Will go unpunisht Mer. Yes you would frighten me with Stakes or Gibbets Wracks or Wild Horses or some such foolish thing But know mistaken King I came not hither With such a faint Design I and my Injuries Are more resolv'd than so Now for thy Heart Re-enter Altomar interposing Alt. Hold Traytor Mer. Ha! Alt. Thou Monster more than damn'd Mer. Curses and Plagues what Fury brought him hither Alt. Triumphant Infidel durst thy black Soul But think to kill thy King What Lunacy inspired thy Frantick Rage With the least Hope t' effect the Savage Deed Dog didst thou see you Azure Roof all Blaze With unknown Fires The groaning World beset With Comets Earthquakes Plagues and Deluges These are the Prologues to a murder'd King But do I talk Thy Crimes and this just Arm Fall on thee Traytor They fight Meroin falls Take thy just Reward Sticking him to the Ground Go sink and howl in everlasting Flames Mer. Thou 'st kill'd me and Perdition seize the Murderer Dies Alt. Thus low great Sir I bend my prostrate Soul Kneels and lays his Sword at the King's Feet O'er-whelm'd with Glory and o'er-charg'd with Bliss For I have saved the Royal Albuzeiden And the fair Artemira lives by me King Rise Altomar for I have much to say And thou to hear True thou hast sav'd our Lives Alt. With greater Joy with greater Piety Than e'er the Trojan Youth his aged Sire Over the rowling Conflagration bore And stemm'd a Tide of Fire To save my King King Hold your Carieer and do not vainly sing Your ill tuned Triumph Yes you 've saved our Lives Your fatal Kindness like the circling Adder Kills when 't embraces Speak thou dreadful Gorgon That turn'st me into Stone how camest thou hither Art Stop but your Rage and let me tell you how Oh Sir look up and see yon shining Empire Where th' Universal Monarch sits whose Angels Stand Sentinels around the Lives of Kings Hither by that fore-seeing Providence Was th' happy Altomar sent by Commission To save my Royal Father's Life King Peace Scriech-Owl How artfully the fond Enchantress pleads What fatal Planet led me to this place To see the Ruines of my Royal Name So close alone at this dark hour of night Hid in her Closet like a lustful Satyr Alt. What words are these I hear King Truth Ravisher sounds that will sink thy Soul When thy hot burning Lust
Lord and hear your Artemira For she has such Words such happy Sounds to speak As would give Balm to wounds as deep as Graves And Life even beyond Death Alt. Speak then sweet Oracle And whilst thy Love breaths raptures in my Ears I will look Blessings from thy Eyes Art What a long year have our contracted Souls Past o'er with smother'd sighs stolen looks and silent hopes Awed with a harsh severe imperious Father Whilst the big Name of Heiress to a Crown Has kept thy just Ambition from my Arms But now our sullen Fears are all blown o'er The Mountain's levell'd and the Prospect's clear Alt. Be quick dear Heav'n explain this dazling Vision Art Know then last night when astonisht Fame Had brought your Conquests to my Father's Ear Charm'd with the News he came to visit me Then with such Emphasis such feeling Pride Your Glories he describ'd and play'd so well Your kind just Herald that my ravisht Sense Could scarce contain my Joys But to compleat My Extasie at last these words broke out Daughter says he so much this gallant Souldier Deserves from Heaven and me that tho' I ne'r Intended less than a Crown'd Head for you Yet my Ambition now shall yield to Justice Daughter I am resolv'd I will reward My Kingdom 's Champion with my Kingdoms Heir At his Return prepare to make him yours Alt. What new-created Light surrounds my Soul With such Coelestial Harmony Spoke that commanding Voice that form'd the World Bid the dark Scene of Night and Chaos vanish To show the shining Universal Theatre Art We who so long have kept our Loves so secret And with that cautious Fear supprest our Sighs Jealous o' th' very Air in which we breath'd 'em Now at one Chance have all our Wishes Crown'd One happy Minute ends an Ages Pain Alt. One happy Minute Yes the happiest That time e'er number'd since the restless Orbs Began th' Eternal Round Henceforward Time Throw by thy common Sand and let thy Glass Run Gold pure sparkling Oar And ye high Powers When you 'd record some new-made Saint Star Angel Or some blest Martyrs Coronation Day Date your immortal Annals from that hour Art All happiness attends my dearest Lord Thou art Heav'ns nearest Care and their best Angels Charge Alt. Where is this more than King this God-like Father My swelling Veins like Mines of Incense burn And my transported Soul already kneels Low as my Grave t' adore his sacred Feet Art We shall obtain that Blessing instantly Each minute I expect him here and your Dear Presence I am sure will give him Wings And if there 's any thing that can detain him It is the Ceremony that he pays To an Imperial Stranger The Usurper Gayland That great Subverter of the Africk Empire Is now my Father's Guest In his return From the reducing some revolted Towns To their Obedience Taking this Kingdom in his March has made A visit here Ros Madam the King approaches Enter Albuzeiden and Lords Altomar kneels Alb. Rise noble Youth thou Darling of the Stars Whilst I have thy Heroick Arm to cut My way to Fame and my triumphant Fleet Has such an Admiral Neptune's my Slave An Arm like thine 's Enough to make the Tributary God And all his floating Globe my Vassals Alt. You raise my little Services too high My Wreaths are but the Branches of your Laurel Alb. Rise my best Friend and grow within my Arms Thy Modesty commends thee and prefers thee But my dear Altomar 't is not enough Thy Conquering Arm has made me great abroad But Triumphs wait me nearer home new Trophies Lie at my Feet whilst pressing Glories crowd Under my Battlements The mighty Gayland The long-fam'd Terror of our Africk World Is Artemira's Slave has seen and loves her Alt. What words are these Aside Art Oh my blasted Ears Alb. And in his name full of a Fathers Joy I come to offer as his Advocate The Tribute of a Crown and call her Empress Now my best Friend since thy Success in Battel And the Alliance of his Royal Blood Have blest my Peace and Wars making my Throne As bright as my Pavilion as I praise Thy Victories do thou congratulate mine Art What killing Sounds are these Alt. Oh cruel Sir What have you done Alb. How Altomar Alt. Ah Royal Sir take heed how you resolve What Heaven and Justice must forbid Dread Sir Forgive me when thus low I fall to tell you Fair Artemira's mine Alb. What do I hear Alt. Only th' unalterable work of Fate The tender Story of two meeting Hearts Whose Loves your Royal Smiles can only Crown Art Yes Sacred Sir your Artemira's Love Her chaste true Love her Joys her only Joys Her generous Fathers Smiles can only Crown And sure you will not cannot frown on me Alb. Fond easie Fool is thy unprincely Soul Fill'd with such flashy Fires are thy high Blood Birth Beauty Sex and Pride such empty Names Art Is this your Promise dear inhumane Father Did you for this with so much cruel Eloquence Repeat the Charming Story of his Conquests Drawing his Picture so Divine so Lovely And bid me when this gallant Prince return'd A Conqueror prepare to make him mine Alb. How 's this Thou easie cheap ignoble Fool. By all that 's good she courted Him because Once in a humor I had an humble Thought And wrapt up with the News of this Success Let slip an idle word She eager Fondling Swell'd with the wanton Joy ran in t ' his arms Told him her Father had prepared a Husband And came to offer him his humble Bride Shame of thy Blood Alt. Oh hold Sir She run into my Arms what Blasphemy is this Easie and cheap Now by my Life you wrong her I won her nobly by yon' bright Eternals I took her Heart by Storm Her guarded Breast Stood my long Siege with all her Sexes Pride By all the Stars and her own brighter Eyes To conquer that inestimable Prize I breath'd such Sighs as might have melted Rocks Offer'd such Prayers as might have woo'd a Deity From my drown'd Eyes made a long Deluge rowl And bath'd her Feet before I mov'd her Soul And if at last her generous vanquisht Pity Can entertain a tender wish for me It is not with the least ignoble Thought Below her self the Daughter of a King And the most Sovereign Beauty of the World Alb. Hold Be that blasted Tongue for ever dumb What do I live to hear By all that 's Sacred This is an old Intrigue The wanton Traytors Have given and seiz'd bargain'd and barter'd Hearts Chang'd their fond Eyes and mixt th' engendering Basilisks Without my Knowledge That rebellious Syren Has pawn'd her Honor sold my Kingdoms Heir Whilst th' insignificant deluded Father Was not thought worthy of the dark Cabal But I 'm too patient Art Is this my King and Father Why was I born with Eyes if this must be their Object Alb. No Disobedient thou wert born With those false Lights to find