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A36458
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The Roman generalls, or, The distressed ladies by J.D. of Grayes-Inn, Gent.
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J. D. (John Dover), 1644?-1725.
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Scepter as the Prince of Rome I will Ghost Enough I must away The Morn dos usher in the Day My Ghost hast's to the Asian Flood Exit Caesar I 'le pacifie thy Ghost with Parthian Blood Exit The Scene is the Lawrel Grove Enter the two Ladies as from out the Grove 1. Lad. The Stars start from their Dreams and seem to say We must unto our Mansions float away Lest staying here Heav'ns resplendent Eye Should put us out as Glow-worms of the Skie For now the Champion of the day dos rise And routs those Common Link-boyes from the Skies A Flourish from Flagilets within Both. Hark Hark 2. Lad. 'T is Philomel whose warbles seem to say Make Room there for the Planet of the Day 1. Lad. Would Night again begloom'd this glorious place Whose winged Tenants mock us to our Face Might an Eternal sleep our Sense delude Who late were Inmates to that Solitude That we might find like them who Opium take Our Souls i' th' other world when as we wake My sorrow whil'st I speak my Tears exacts And turns my weeping Eyes to Chataracts She weeps 2. Lad. Why weep'st Secreta come discharge your Mind Sorrow when 't is declar'd relief may find 1. Lad. 'T is most unjust my sorrow to reveal 2. Lad. 'T is most unkind your sorrow to conceal Your Shipwrack't fortune I did share at Sea Let me at Land in grief your sharer be 1. Lad. If in my grief you should a sharer be The Shipwrack would be worse then that at Sea 2. Lad. Not knowing of your sorrow whil'st you cry I 'm Shipwrack't by the Tempests in your Eye 1. Lad. If in mine Eyes such Tempests you do find You 'l find far greater Tempests in my Mind 2. Lad. Come speak your Mind that I at last may prove My self your friend and manifest my Love For in your grief I 'le share 't is some redress To have Campanions when we 're in Distress 1. Lad. You force my tears and tongue First Madam know That to Sardinia I my Birthright owe. My Name 's Selania I to Spain did come When bloody War call'd brave Uxama home 2. Lad. You call'd your self Secreta Selania 'T is no shame If Love be all the fault to change one's Name My Name 's Selania when yerst while in Spain Thousands by Pompey's bloody Sword were slain The Brave Uxama taken Prisoner And carr'd to Rome to grace his Triumphs there I went in hopes to find him out at last But with you on this unknown Shoar am cast Uxama gone I could not longer stay Shadows pursue the substance ev'ry way But like an Amazon did take up Arms Such is the power of Love's forcing Charms Nor was it more then just that I should be Disguis'd for him who was disguis'd for me He call'd himself Oranges or our Isle And stamp't his Fortune from my frown or smile She weeps Lady I pity your hard fate nor is mine less Though not in Tears I 'm Rival in distress Grief 's like a River which dos silent creep And makes but little Noise if it be deep Spare fruitless Tears in vain you do deplore What once being lost you never can find more Selania Who from so small a Tribute can refrain As Tears although the tribute be in vain We weep dead friends although each Tear that 's shed Prove but a needless payment to the dead Merchants may mourn their Loss though tears they spill Do with more water drown the Treasure still My dear Uxama who conceal'dst thy Name And call'dst thy self Or anges She weeps Lady You 're too blame To yield to passion and give way to tears Cast away sorrow and subdue your fears I 'de fain divert you from your grief I 'le sing And see if musick may diversion bring Selan Madam I wish whil'st for my grief you seek a Cure You may a Balsome for your own procure Exit as into the Grove Musick and Voices THE SONG THou God of Love whose Quivers hold Shafts of Heat and shafts of Cold. When hot we do Love's flame indure When cold they do disdain procure Whose points are sharp and strong enough To pierce through Maile or coats of Buff. Which can from hearts of flint strike fire To catch the tinder of Desire Then dive the Seas and there create In Neptune flame in Fishes heat Then mount the Skies and with new fire Snatcht from the Sphears the Gods inspire That Jove himself becomes the prize Being shot with darts from Danaes Eyes Such power has the God of Love He Empires greater rules then Jove Though the cold Zone should gird with Art Or ribs of Ice immure a heart Yet ribs of Ice would thaw with Love And the cold Zone would torrid prove Enter the Lady and with her another Lady in the habit of a Shepherdess Lady Madam I 've met with a kind Shepherdess Who vows she will take part in our distress Selan Kind Maid I would not have thee change thy state And for our sakes become unfortunate Shepherdess Madam Please you to give me leave I will attend Your sate 'till happiness dos crown the end Selania and the other Lady whisper I find they know me not and this disguise Dos hide distress'd Astragia from their eyes I need not ask for to attend their fate When as mine own makes me unfortunate Though we were shipwrackt all yet now I find The gods in this our meeting do prove kind My Sister 's Lov'd by one whom I do Love I will her Faith and his Affection prove I 'le try if she Love him and then I 'le know Whether he Loves Astragia or No. Enter Uxama disguis'd like a Shepherd with a Hook in his hand Uxama What are you are you Stars fell from the Skies Or Apparitions which deinde mine eyes Speak if like me you be of humane Race What make you all thus early at this place Lady Coming along last night we lost our way And waited here the conduct of the day Uxama Please you sweer Ladies to accept of mine Where lies the place for which you do design Selan In Italy I fear w' are far from thence Uxama Th' Imperial City 's not far distant hence Selania seems transported Selan Thanks you tempestuous Seas How things succeed When shipwracks are so fortunate decreed Aside Chance hath preferr'd my wishes and I 'm come Where I shall see Oranges now at Bonee Uxama What 's that Oranges do you know that name Selan That name adds a new fewell to my flame Aside Uxama A Pris'ner call'd Oranges as 't is said Must put the Garland on great Pompey's head But then must die For Pompey thinks it good Two of the Ensigns should be steept in 's blood Selania swouns the others help her Then hung in Janus's Temple for to be The bloody Trophies of his Victory Lady Help Help the Lady Swouns Exit Shepherdess Uxama helps Enter a Souldier Sould. Hold Ravisher Vxama It is this Lady not thy sword I fear Sould. What didst