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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A49928	Lucius Junius Brutus, father of his country a tragedy : acted at the Duke's Theater, by their royal highnesses servants / written by Nath. Lee.	Lee, Nathaniel, 1653?-1692.; Scudéry, Madeleine de, 1607-1701. Clélie. English.	1681 (1681)	Wing L852; ESTC R10844	46,327	84

Lucrece Tho on they Bridal night thou wilt not touch her Tit. I swear ev'n by the Soul of her you nam'd The Ravish'd Lucrece Oh th' Immortal Gods I will not touch her Brut. So I trust thy Virtue And by the Gods I thank thee for the Conquest Once more with all the blessings I can give thee I take thee to my arms thus on my brest The hard and rugged Pillow of thy Honor I wean thee from thy Love Farewel be fast To what thou 'st sworn and I am thine for ever Exit Tit. solus To what thou 'st sworn Oh Heaven and Earth What 's that What have I sworn to part with Teraminta To part with something dearer to my heart Than my Life's drops What! not this night enjoy her Renounce my Vows the Rights the Dues of Marriage Which now I gave her and the Priest was witness Bless'd with a floud that stream'd from both our eyes And seal'd with sighs and smiles and deathless kisses Yet after this to swear thou wilt not touch her Oh all the Gods I did forswear my self In swearing that and will forswear again Not touch her O thou perjur'd Braggard where Where are thy Vaunts thy Protestations now Enter Teraminta She comes to strike thy staggering Duty down 'T is fall'n 't is gone Oh Teraminta come Come to my arms thou only joy of Titus Hush to my cares thou mass of hoarded sweets Selected hour of all Life 's happy moments What shall I say to thee Ter. Say any thing For while you speak methinks a sudden calm In spight of all the horror that surrounds me Falls upon every frighted faculty And puts my Soul in Tune O Titus Oh! Methinks my Spirit shivers in her house Shrugging as if the long'd to be at rest With this foresight to dye thus in your arms Were to prevent a world of following ills Ter. What ills my Love what power has Fortune now But we can brave 'T is true my Teraminta The Body of the World is out of frame The vast distorted limbs are on the Rack And all the Cable Sinews stretch'd to bursting The Blood ferments and the Majestick Spirit Like Hercules in the invenom'd Shirt Lies in a Fever on the horrid Pile My Father like an Aesculapius Sent by the Gods comes boldly to the Cure But how my Love by violent Remedies And saies that Rome ere yet she can be well Must purge and cast purge all th' infected humors Through the whole mass and vastly vastly bleed Ter. Ah Titus I my self but now beheld Th'expulsion of the Queen driv'n from her Palace By the inrag'd and madding Multitude And hardly scap'd my self to find you here Tit. Why yet my Teraminta we may smile Come then to bed ere yet the night descends With her black wings to brood o're all the World Why what care we let us enjoy those pleasures The Gods have giv'n lock'd in each others arms We 'll lye for ever thus and laugh at Fate Ter. No no my Lord there 's more than you have nam'd There 's something at your heart that I must find I claim it with the priviledge of a Wife Keep close your joys but for your griefs my Titus I must not will not lose my share in them Ah the good Gods what is it stirs you thus Speak speak my Lord or Teraminta dies Oh Heav'ns he weeps nay then upon my knees I thus conjure you speak or give me death Tit. Rise Teraminta Oh if I should speak What I have rashly sworn against my Love I fear that I should give thee death indeed Ter. Against your Love No that 's impossible I know your God-like truth nay should you swear Swear to me now that you forswore your Love I would not credit it No no my Lord I see I know I read it in your eyes You love the wretched Teraminta still The very manner of your hiding it The tears you shed your backwardness to speak What you affirm you swore against your Love Tell me my Lord you love me more than ever Tit. By all the Gods I do Oh Teraminta My heart's discerner whether wilt thou drive me I 'll tell thee then My Father wrought me up I know not how to swear I know not what That I would send thee hence with Tullia Swear not to touch thee though my Wife yet Oh Had'st thou been by thy self and but beheld him Thou would'st have thought such was his Majesty That the Gods Lightned from his awful eyes And Thunder'd from his tongue Ter. No more my Lord I do conjure you by all those Powers Which we invok'd together at the Altar And beg you by the love I know you bear me To let this passion trouble you no farther No my dear Lord my honor'd God-like Husband I am your Wife and one that seeks your Honor By Heaven I would have sworn you thus my self What on the shock of Empire on the turn Of State and universal change of things To lye at home and languish for a Woman No Titus he that makes himself thus vile Let him not dare pretend to ought that 's Princely But be as all the Warlike World shall judge him The Droll of th' People and the scorn of Kings Enter Horatius Hor. My Lord your Father gives you thus in Charge Remember what you swore the Guard is ready And I am ordered to conduct your Bride While you attend your Father Tit. Oh Teraminta Then we must part Ter. We must we must my Lord Therefore be swift and snatch your self away Or I shall dye with lingring Tit. Oh a kiss Balmy as Cordials that recover Souls Chast as Maids sighs and keen as longing Mothers Preserve thy self look well to that my Love Think on our Covenant when either dyes The other is no more Ter. I do remember But have no language left Tit. Yet we shall meet In spight of sighs we shall at least in Heaven Oh Teraminta once more to my heart Once to my lips and ever to my Soul Thus the soft Mother tho her Babe is dead Will have the Darling on her bosom lay'd Will talk and rave and with the Nurses strive And fond it still as if it were alive Knows it must go yet struggles with the Croud And shrieks to see 'em wrap it in the Shroud ACT III. SCE. I. Collatinus Tiberius Vitellius Aquitius Col. TH' expulsion of the Tarquin now must stand Their Camp to be surpris'd while Tarquins here Was scolded from our Walls I blush to think That such a Master in the art of War Should so forget himself Vit. Triumphant Brutus Like Iove when follow'd by a Train of Gods To mingle with the Fates and Doom the World Ascends the Brasen steps o' th Capitol With all the humming Senate at his heels Ev'n in that Capitol which the King built With the expence of all the Royal Treasure Ingrateful Brutus there in pomp appears And sits the Purple Judge of Tarquin's downfal Aquil. But why my Lord why are not you

Treasure His Gold his Jewels and his proper State To be transported where he now resides I swear that this is all the King requires Behold his Signet set upon the wax 'T is Seal'd and written in these Sacred Tables To this I swear and as my Oath is Just Sincere and punctual without all deceit May Iupiter and all the Gods reward me But if I act or otherwise imagine Think or design than what I hear have sworn All you the Alban People being safe Safe in your Country Temples Sepulchers Safe in your Laws and proper Houshold Gods Let me alone be strook fall perish dye As now this Stone falls from my hand to Earth Bru. The things you ask being very controversial Require some time Should we deny the Tyrant What was his own 't would seem a strange injustice Tho he had never Reign'd in Rome yet Fathers If we consent to yield to his demand We give him then full power to make a War 'T is known to you the Fecialian Priests No Act of Senate after Sun-set stands Therefore your offers being of great moment We shall defer your bus'ness till the morn With whose first dawn we summon all the Fathers To give th' affair dispatch So Iove protect Guard and Defend the Commonwealth of Rome Exeunt Manent Tiberius Aquillus Vitellius Priests Tib. Now to the Garden where I 'll bring my Brother Fear not my Lord we have the means to work him It cannot fail 1. Pri. And you Vitellius hast With good Aquilius spread the news through Rome To all of Royal Spirit most to those Young Noble men that us'd to range with Sexius Perswade a restitution of the King Give 'em the hint to let him in by night And joyn their Forces with th' Imperial Troops For 't is a shove a push of Fate must bear it For you the Hearts and Souls of enterprise I need not urge a reason after this What good can come of such a Government Where tho two Consuls wise and able persons As are throughout the World sit at the helm A very trifle cannot be resolv'd A Trick a Start a Shaddow of a business That would receive dispatch in half a minute Were the Authority but rightly plac'd In Rome's most lawful King But now no more The Fecialian Garden is the place Where more of our sworn Function will be ready To help the Royal Plot disperse and prosper SCENE III. The Fecialian Garden Titus solus Tit. SHe 's gone and I shall never see her more Gone to the Camp to the harsh trade of War Driven from thy bed just warm within thy brest Torn from her harbor by thy Father's hand Perhaps to starve upon the barren plain Thy Virgin Wife the very blush of Maids The softest bosom sweet and not enjoy'd O the Immortal Gods and as she went How er'e she seem'd to bear our parting well Methought she mixt her melting with disdain A cast of anger through her Shining tears So to abuse her hopes and blast her wishes By making her my Bride but not a Woman Enter Tiberius Aquilius Vitellius and Priests with Teraminta Tib. See where he stands drown'd in his Melancholy 1. Pri. Madam you know the pleasure of the Queen And what the Royal Tullia did command I 've sworn to execute Ter. I am instructed Since then my life 's at stake you need not doubt But I will act with all the Force I can Let me intreat you leave me here alone Vitel Pri. Some minutes and I 'll call you to the conquest Ex. Tib. Aq. Tit. Tit. Choose then the gloomy'st place through all the Grove Throw thy abandon'd body on the ground With thy bare brest lye wedded to the Dew Then as thou drink'st the tears that trickle from thee So strtech'd resolve to lye till death shall seize thee Thy sorrowful head hung or'e some tumbling Stream To rock thy griefs with melancholy sounds With broken murmers and redoubled groans To help the gurgling of the waters fall Ter. Oh Titus Oh what Scene of Death is this Tit. Or if thy Passion will not be kept in As in that glass of nature thou shalt view Thy swoln drown'd eyes with the inverted banks The tops of Willows and their blossoms turn'd With all the under Sky ten fathom down Wish that the shaddow of the swimming Globe Were so indeed that thou might'st leap at Fate And hurl thy Fortune headlong at the Stars Nay do not bear it turn thy watry face To yond' misguided Orb and ask the Gods For what bold Sin they doom the wretched Titus To such a loss as that of Teraminta O Teraminta I will groan thy name Till the tir'd Eccho faint with repetition Till all the breathless Grove and quiet Myrtles Shake with my sighs as if a Tempest bow'd 'em Nothing but Teraminta O Teraminta Ter. Nothing but Titus Titus and Teraminta Thus let me rob the Fountains and the Groves Thus gird me to thee with the fastest knot Of arms and Spirits that would clasp thee through Cold as thou art and wet with night's faln dews Yet dearer so thus richly dress'd with sorrows Than if the Gods had hung thee round with Kingdoms Oh Titus O! Tit. I find thee Teraminta Wak'd from a fearful Dream and hold thee fast 'T is real and I give thee back thy joys Thy boundless Love with pleasures running o're Nay as thou art thus with thy trappings come Leap to my heart and ride upon the pants Triumphing thus and now defie our Stars But oh why do we lose this precious moment The bliss may yet be bar'd if we delay As 't was before Come to thy Husband's bed I will not think this true till there I hold thee Lock'd in my Arms. Leave this Contagious Air There will be time for talk how thou cam'st hither When we have been before hand with the Gods Till then Ter. Oh Titus you must hear me first I bring a Message from the Furious Queen I promised nay the Swore me not to touch you Till I had Charm'd you to the part of Tarquin Tit. Ha Teraminta not to touch thy Husband Unless he prove a Villain Ter. Titus no I 'm Sworn to tell you that you are a Traytor If you refuse to Fight the Royal Cause Tit. Hold Teraminta Ter. No my Lord 't is plain And I am sworn to lay my Reasons home Rouze then awake recal your sleeping Virtue Side with the King and Arm against your Father Take part with those that Loyally have Sworn To let him in by Night Vitellius Aquilius and your Brother wait without Therefore I charge you hast subscribe your name And send your vow'd obedience to the King 'T is Teraminta that intreats you thus Charms and Conjures you tell the Royal Heralds You 'l head their Enterprise and then my Lord My Love my noble Husband I 'll obey you And follow to your bed Tit. Never I swear O Teraminta thou hast broke my heart By all the Gods from thee this was too much