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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A39812	Valentinian, a tragedy as 'tis alter'd by the Earl of Rochester, and acted at the Theatre-Royal : together with a preface concerning the author and his writings, by one of his friends.	Fletcher, John, 1579-1625.; Rochester, John Wilmot, Earl of, 1647-1680.; Behn, Aphra, 1640-1689.	1685 (1685)	Wing F1354; ESTC R5338	49,653	92

you Exit Max. Emp. To what end now de' e think this Ring shall serve For you are the dull'st and the veriest Rogues Fellows that know only by roat as Birds Whistle and sing Chy. Why Sir 't is for the Lady Emp. The Lady Blockhead which end of the Lady Her Nose Chy. Faith Sir that I know not Emp. Then pray for him that does Exit Chylax Fetch in the Eunuch You See th'Apartment made very fine That lies upon the Garden Masks and Musick With the best speed you can And all your Arts Serve to the highest for my Master-piece Is now on foot Proc. Sir we shall have a care Emp. I 'l sleep an hour or two and let the Women Put on a graver shew of Welcome Your Wives they are such Haggard-Bawds A Thought too eager Enter Chyl and Lycias Chy. Here 's Lycias Sir Lyc. Long Life to mighty Caesar. Emp. Fortune to thee for I must use thee Lycias Lyc. I am the humble Slave of Caesar's Will By my Ambition bound to his Commands As by my duty Emp. Follow me Lyc. With Joy Exeunt SCENE 2. GROVE and FOREST Enter Lucina Lucin. Dear solitary Groves where Peace does dwell Sweet Harbours of pure Love and Innocence How willingly could I for ever stay Beneath the shade of your embracing Greens Listning to Harmony of warbling Birds Tun'd with the gentle Murmurs of the Streams Upon whose Banks in various Livery The fragrant offspring of the early Year Their Heads like graceful Swans bent proudly down See their own Beauties in the Crystal Flood Of these I could mysterious Chaplets weave Expressing some kind innocent Design To shew my Maximus at his Return And fondly chiding make his Heart confess How far my busie Idleness excels The idle Business he persues all day At the contentious Court or clamorous Camp Robbing my Eyes of what they love to see My Ears of his dear Words they wish to hear My longing Arms of th'Embrace they covet Forgive me Heav'n if when I these enjoy So perfect is the happiness I find That my Soul satisfi'd feels no Ambition To change these humble Roofs and sit above Enter Marcellina Marc. Madam My Lord just now alighted here Was by an Order from th' Emperor Call'd back to Court This he commanded me to let you know And that he would make haste in his return Lucin. The Emperor Unwonted Horror seizes me all o're When I but hear him nam'd sure 't is not Hate For tho' his impious Love with scorn I heard And fled with terror from his threatning force Duty commands me humbly to forgive And bless the Lord to whom my Lord does bow Nay more methinks he is the gracefullest man His Words so fram'd to tempt himself to please That 't is my wonder how the Pow'rs above Those wise and careful Guardians of the Good Have trusted such a force of tempting Charms To Enemies declar'd of Innocence 'T is then some strange Prophetick Fear I feel That seems to warn me of approaching Ills. Go Marcellina fetch your Lute and sing that Song My Lord calls his I 'l try to wear away The Melancholy Thoughts his Absence breeds Come gentle Slumbers in your flattering Arms I 'l bury these Disquiets of my Mind Till Maximus returns for when he 's here My Heart is rai'sd above the reach of Fear Marcellina sings SONG By Mr. W. WHere wou'd coy Aminta run From a despairing Lovers Story When her Eyes have Conquests won Why shou'd her Ear refuse the Glory Shall a Slave whom Rackes constrain Be forbidden to complain Let her scorn me let her fly me Let her Lookes her Life deny me Ne're can my Heart change for Relief Or my Tongue cease to tell my Grief Much to Love and much to Pray Is to Heaven the only Way Mar. She sleeps The Song ended Exeunt Claudia and Marcellina before the Dance SCENE 3. Dance of Satyrs Enter Claudia and Marcellina to Lucina Claud. Prithee what ails my Lady that of late She never cares for Company Marc. I know not Unless it be that Company causes Cuckolds Claud. Ridiculous That were a Childish Fear 'T is Opportunity does cause 'em rather When two made one are glad to be alone Marc. But Claudia Why this sitting up all Night In Groves by purling streams This argues Heat Great Heat and Vapors which are main Corrupters Mark when you will Your Ladies that have Vapors They are not Flinchers that insulting Spleen Is the Artillery of pow'rful Lust Discharg'd upon weak Honour which stands out Two Fits of Head-Ach at the most then yields Claudia Thou art the frailest Creature Marcellina And think'st all Womens Honours like thy own So thin a Cobweb that each blast of Passion Can blow away But for my own part Girl I think I may be well stil'd Honours Martyr With firmest Constancy I have endur'd The raging Heats of passionate Desires While flaming Love and boyling Nature both Were pour'd upon my Soul with equal Torture I arm'd with Resolution stood it out And kept my Honour safe Marc. Thy Glory 's great But Claudia Thanks to Heav'n that I am made The weakest of all women fram'd so frail That Honour ne'er thought fit to chuse me out His Champion against Pleasure my poor Heart For divers years still tost from Flame to Flame Is now burnt up to Tinder every Spark Dropt from kind Eyes sets it a-fire afresh Prest by a gentle hand I melt away One Sigh's a Storm that blows me all along Pity a wretch who has no Charm at all Against th' impetuous Tide of flowing Pleasure Who wants both Force and Courage to maintain The glorious War made upon Flesh and Blood But is a Sacrifice to every wish And has no power left to resist a Joy Claud. Poor Girl How strange a Riddle Virtue is They never miss it who possess it not And they who have it ever find a want With what Tranquility and Peace thou liv'st For stript of Shame Thou hast no cause to fear While I the Slave of Virtue am afraid Of every thing I see And think the World A dreadful wilderness of savage Beasts Each man I meet I fancy will devour me And sway'd by Rules not natural but affected I hate Mankind for fear of being lov'd Marc. 'T is nothing less than Witchcraft can constrain Still to persist in Errors we perceive Prithee reform what Nature prompts us to And Reason seconds why should we avoid This Honour is the veriest Mountebank It fits our Fancies with affected Tricks And makes us freakish what a Cheat must that be Which robs our Lives of all their softer hours Beauty our only Treasure it lays waste Hurries us over our neglected Youth To the detested state of Age and Ugliness Tearing our dearest Hearts Desires from us Then in reward of what it took away Our Joys our Hopes our Wishes and Delights It bountifully pays us all with Pride Poor shifts still to be proud and never pleas'd Yet this is all your Honour can do for