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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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consequence That brings you here so often and unsent for Bert. Aside 'T is what I fear'd her words are cold enough To freeze a man to death May I presume To speak and to complain Qu. They who complain to Princes think 'em tame What Bull dare bellow or what Sheep dares bleat Within the Lion's den Bert. Yet men are suffer'd to put Heav'n in mind Of promis'd Blessings for they then are Debts Qu. My Lord Heav'n knows its own time when to give But you it seems charge me with Breach of Faith Bert. I hope I need not Madam But as when men in Sickness lingring lye They count the tedious hours by months and years So every day deferr'd to Dying Lovers Is a whole Age of pain Qu. What if I ne'er consent to make you mine My Father's Promise ties me not to time And Bonds without a Date they say are void Bert. Far be it from me to believe you bound Love is the freest motion of our minds O cou'd you see into my secret Soul There you might read your own Dominion doubled Both as a Queen and Mistress if you leave me Know I can dye but dare not be displeas'd Qu. Sure you affect Stupidity my Lord Or give me cause to think that when you lost Three Battels to the Moors you coldly stood As unconcern'd as now Bert. I did my best Fate was not in my power Qu. And with the like tame Gravity you saw A raw young Warrier take your bafled work And end it at a blow Bert. I humbly take my leave but they who blast Your good opinion of me may have cause To know I am no Coward He is going Qu. Bertran stay Aside This may produce some dismal consequence To him whom dearer then my Life I love To him Have I not manag'd my contrivance well To try your Love and make you doubt of mine Bert. Then was it but a Tryal Methinks I start as from some dreadfull Dream And often ask my self if yet I wake Aside This turns too quick to be without Design I 'll sound the bottom of 't e'er I believe Qu. I find your Love and wou'd reward it too But anxious Fears solicit my weak breast I fear my People's Faith That hot mouth'd Beast that bears against the Curb Hard to be broken even by lawfull Kings But harder by Usurpers Judge then my Lord with all these Cares opprest If I can think of Love Bert. Believe me Madam These Jealousies how ever large they spread Have but one Root the old imprison'd King Whose Lenity first pleas'd the gaping Crowd But when long tried and found supinely good Like Aesop's Logg they leapt upon his Back Your Father knew 'em well and when he mounted He rein'd 'em strongly and he spurr'd them hard And but he durst not doe it all at once He had not left alive this patient Saint This Anvil of Affronts but sent him hence To hold a peacefull Branch of Palm above And hymn it in the Quire Qu. You 've hit upon the very String which touch'd Echoes the Sound and Jars within my Soul There lies my Grief Bert. So long as there 's a Head Thither will all the mounting Spirits fly Lop that but off and then Qu. My Vertue shrinks from such an horrid Act. Bert. This 't is to have a Vertue out of season Mercy is good a very good dull Vertue But Kings mistake its timeing and are mild When manly Courage bids 'em be severe Better be cruel once then anxious ever Remove this threatning Danger from your Crown And then securely take the man you love Qu. walking aside Ha! let me think of that the Man I love 'T is true this Murther is the onely means That can secure my Throne to Torrismond Nay more this Execution done by Bertran Makes him the Object of the People's Hate Bert. Aside The more she thinks 't will work the stronger in her Qu. Aside How eloquent is Mischief to persuade Few are so wicked as to take delight In Crimes unprofitable nor do I If then I break divine and humane Laws No Bribe but Love cou'd gain so bad a Cause Bert. You answer nothing Qu. 'T is of deep Concernment And I a Woman ignorant and weak I leave it all to you think what you doe You doe for him I love Bert. Aside For him she loves She nam'd not me that may be Torrismond Whom she has thrice in private seen this day Then I am fairly caught in my own Snare I 'll think again Madam it shall be done And mine be all the blame Exit Bertr Qu. O that it were I wou'd not doe this Crime And yet like Heaven permit it to be done 〈…〉 â—ood grosly cheat us with Free-will 〈…〉 â—hat but what Heaven first decreed Our Actions then are neither good nor ill Since from eternal Causes they proceed Our Passions Fear and Anger Love and Hate Meer sensless Engines that are mov'd by Fate Like Ships on stormy Seas without a Guide Tost by the Winds and driven by the Tyde Enter Torrismond Tor. Am I not rudely bold and press too often Into your presence Madam If I am Qu. No more lest I shou'd chide you for your stay Where have you been and How cou'd you suppose That I cou'd live these two long hours without you Tor. O words to charm an Angel from his orb Welcome as kindly Showers to long parch'd Earth But I have been in such a dismal place Where Joy ne'er enters which the Sun ne'er cheers Bound in with Darkness over-spread with Damps Where I have seen if I cou'd say I saw The good old King majestick in his Bonds And ' midst his Griefs most venerably great By a dim winking Lamp which feebly broke The gloomy Vapors he lay stretch'd along Upon the unwholesom Earth his Eyes fix'd upward And ever and anon a silent Tear Stole down and trickl'd from his hoary Beard Qu. O Heaven what have I done my gentle Love Here end thy sad discourse and for my sake Cast off these fearfull melancholy thoughts Tor. My Heart is wither'd at that piteous Sight As early Blossoms are with Eastern blasts He sent for me and while I rais'd his Head He threw his aged Arms about my Neck And seeing that I wept he press'd me close So leaning Cheek to Cheek and Eyes to Eyes We mingled Tears in a dumb Scene of Sorrow Qu. Forbear you know not how you wound my Soul Tor. Can you have Grief and not have Pity too He told me when my Father did return He had a wondrous Secret to disclose He kiss'd me bless'd me nay he call'd me Son He prais'd my Courage pray'd for my Success He was so true a Father of his Countrey To thank me for defending ev'n his Foes Because they were his Subjects Qu. If they be then what am I Tor. The Sovereign of my Soul my Earthly Heaven Qu. And not your Queen Tor. You are so beautifull So wondrous fair you justifie Rebellion As if that faultless