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A31672
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Revenge for honour a tragedie / by George Chapman.
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Chapman, George, 1559?-1634.; Glapthorne, Henry. Paraside. 1654.
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should perish as 't is probable I may under the hands of these tormentors thou maist unto succession show my innocence Caropia yeilded without least constraint and I injoy'd her freely Tar. How my Lord Abil. No words on 't as you respect my honour I 'ld not lose the glorie I shall gain by these my sufferings come grim fures and execute your office I wil stand you unmov'd as hills at whirlewinds and amidst the torments you inflict retain my courage Al. Be speedie villaines Tar. O stay your cruel hands you dumb ministers of injur'd Justice and let me speak his innocence ere you further afflict his precious eye-sight Al. What does this mean Tarifa Tar. O my Lord the too much braverie of the Princes spirit 't is has undone his fame and pul'd upon him this fatal punishment 't was but to save the Ladies honour that he has assum'd her rape upon him when with her consent the deed of shame was acted Mur. T is his fears makes him traduce her innocence he who did not stick to commit a riot on her person can make no conscience to destroy her fame by his untrue suggestions Al. 'T is a basenesse beyond thy other villanie had shee yeilded thus to betraie for transitorie torture her honour which thou wert ingag'd to safeguard even with thy life A son of mine could never show this ignoble cowardize Proceed to execution I 'll not hear him speak he is made up of treacheries and falshoods Tar. Wil you then be to the Prince so tyrannous Why to me just now he did confess his only motive to undergoe this torment was to save Caropia's honour blameless Abil. I am more troubled Sir with his untimely frenzie then with my punishment his too much love to me has spoild his temperate reason I confess Caropia yeilded Not the light is half so innocent as her spotlesse virtue 'T was not wel done Tarifa to betray the secret of your friend thus though Shee yeilded the terror of ten thousand deaths shall never force me to confess it Tar. Agen my Lord even now he does confess she yeilded and protestâ— that death shall never make him say shee 's guiltie the breath scarce pass'd his lips yet Abil. Haplesse man to run into this lunacie Fie Tarifa so treacherous to your Friend Tar. Agen agen Wil no man give me credit Enter Abrahen Abr. Where is our roial fathe where our brother As you respect your life and Empires safetie dismiss these tyrannous instruments of death and crueltie unexemplified O Brother that I should ever live to enjoy my eie-sight and see one halfe of your dear lights indanger'd My Lord you 've done an act which my just fears tels me wil shake your Scepter O for heavens sake look to your future safetie the rough Souldier hearing their much lov'd General My good Brother was by the law betrai'd to some sad danger have in their pietie beset the pallace think on some means to appease them ere their furie grow to its ful unbridled height they threaten your life great Sir pray send my brother to them his sight can only pacifie them Al. Have you your Champions We wil prevent their insolence you shal not boast you have got the Empire by our ruine Muts Strangle him immediately Abr. Avert such a prodigious mischief heaven Hark hark Enter Enter they 're entred into th' Court desist you monsters my life shal stand betwixt his and this violence or I with him wil perish Faithful Souldiers hast to defend your Prince curse on your slowness Hee 's dead my fathers turn is next O horror would I might sink into forgetfulnesse What has your furie urg'd you to Al. To that which whoso murmurs at is a faithlesse traitor Enter Simanthes to our tranquilitie Now Sir your business Sim. My Lord the Citie is up in arms in rescue of the Prince the whole Court throngs with Souldiers Al. 'T was high time to cut this viper off that would have eat his passage through our very â—owels to our Empire Nay we wil stand their furies and with terror of Majestie strike dead these insurrections Enter Souldiers Traitors what means this violence Abr. O dear Souldiers your honest love 's in vain my Brother 's dead strangled by great Almanzor's dire command ere your arrival I do hope they 'l kill him in their hot zeal Al. Why do you stare so traitors 't was I your Emp'ror that have done this act which who repines at treads the self same steps of death that he has done Withdraw and leave us wee 'ld be alone No motion Are you statues Stay you Tarifa here For your part Mura you cannot now complain but you have justice so quit our presence Os. Faces about Gentlemen Exeunt Abr. It has happ'ned above our wishes we shall have no need now to imploy your handkercher Yet give it me You 'r sure 't is right Simanthes Al. Tarifa I know the love thou bearst Prince Abilqualit makes thy big heart swell as 't had drunk the fome of angry Dragons Speak thy free intentions Deserv'd he not this fate Tar. No You 're a Tyrant one that delights to feed on your own bowels and were not worthie of a Son so vertuous Now you have tane his add to your injustice and take Tarifa's life who in his death should it come flying on the wings of torments would speak it out as an apparant truth the Prince to me declar'd his innocence and that Caropia yeelded Al. Rise Tarifa we do command thee rise a sudden chilnesse such as the hand of winter casts on brooks thrils our ag'd heart I 'll not have thee ingross sorrow alone for Abilqualit's death I lov'd the boy well and though his ambition and popularitie did make him dangerous I do repent my furie and will vie with thee in sorrow How he makes death lovely Shall we fix here and weep till we be statues Tar. Til we grow stiff as the cold Alabasters must be erected over us Your rashnesse has rob'd the Empire of the greatest hope it ere shall boast agen Would I were ashes Al. He breathes me thinks the over-hastie soul was too discourteous to forsake so fair a lodging without taking solemn leave first of the owner Ha his handkercher Thou' rt lib'ral to thy Father even in death leav'st him a legacie to drie his tears which are too slow they should create a deluge O my dear Abilqualit Tar. You exceed now as much in grief as you did then in rage One drop of this pious paternal softnesse had ransom'd him from ruine Dear Sir rise my grief 's divided and I know not whether I should lament you living or him dead Good Sir erect your looks Not stir His sorrow makes him insensible Ha there 's no motion left in his vital spirits The excesse of grief has stifled up his pow'rs and crack'd I fear his ag'd hearts cordage Help the Emperor he Emperor 's dead Help help Abrahen Simanthes Mesithes Muts Abr. What dismal
outcrie 's this our royal father dead The handkercher has wrought I see Tar. Yes his big heart vanquish'd with sorrow that in 's violent rage he doom'd his much lov'd son to timeless death could not endure longer on its weak strings but crack'd with weight of sorrow Their two spirits by this are met in their delightful passage to the blest shades we in our tears are bound to cal you our dread Soveraign Omnes Long live Abrahen Great Caliph of Arabia Abr. 'T is a title we cannot covet Lords it comes attended with so great cares and troubles that our youth start at the thought of them even in our sorrows which are so mightie on us our weak spirits are readie to relinquish the possession they 've of mortalitie and take swift flight after our roial friends Simanthes be it your charge to see all fitting preparation provided for the funerals Enter Selinthus Sel. Where 's great Almanzor Abr. O Selinthus this day is the hour of funerals grief for his crueltie to my brother has translated him to immortalitie Sel. Hee 'll have attendants to wait on him to our great prophets paradise ere he be readie for his grave The Souldiers all mad with rage for the Princes slaughter have vow'd by all oaths Souldiers can invent and that 's no smal store with death and destruction to pursue sullen Mura Abr. Tarifa use your authoritie to keep their violence in due obedience We 're so fraught with grief we have no room for any other passion in our distracted bosome Take these roial bodies and place them on that couch here where they fell they shal be imbalm'd Yet put them out of our sight their views draw fresh drops from our heart Anon we 'l shew our selves to chear the afflicted Subject a Shoâ—t Omnes Long live Abrahen great Caliph of Arabia Exeunt Abr. And who can say now Abrahen is a villain I am saluted King with acclamations that deaf the Heavens to hear with as much joy as if I had atchiev'd this Scepter by means fair and vertuous 'T was this handkercher that did to death Almanzor so infected it s least insensible vapour has full power apply'd to th' eye or any other Organ can drink its poyson in to vanquish Nature though nere so strong and youthful 'T was Simanthes devis'd it for my brother and my cunning transferr'd it to Almanzor 't is no matter my worst impiety is held now religious 'Twixt Kings and their inferiors there 's this ods These are meer men we men yeâ— earthly gods Exit Abil. 'T was well the Muts prov'd faithful otherwise I 'd lost my breath with as much speed and silence as those who do expire in dreams their health seeming no whit abated But 't was wisely consider'd of me to prepare those sure instruments of destruction The suspicion I had by Abrahen of my fathers fears of my unthought ambition did instruct me by making them mine to secure my safety Would the inhumane Surgeon had tane these blessed lights from me that I had liv'd for ever doom'd to perpetual darkness rather then Tarifa's fears had so appeach'd her honour Well villain Brother I have found that by my seeming death which by my lives best arts I ne're should have had knowledg of Dear Father though thou to me wert pitilesse my heart weeps tears of blood to see thy age thus like a lofty pine fall eaten through by th' gin from its own Stock descending He has agents in his ungracious wickednesse Simanthes he has discover'd Were they multitudes as numerous as collected sands and mighty in force as mischief they should from my Justice meet their due punishment Abrahen by this is proclaim'd Caliph yet my undoubted right when 't shall appear I 'me living wil reduce the people to my part the armie 's mine whither I must withdraw unseen the night wil best secure me What a strange Chimera of thought possesses my dul brain Caropia thou hast a share in them Fate to thy mercie I do commit my self who scapes the snare once has a certain caution to beware Exit Scen. 2. Enter Caropia and Perilinda Car. Your Lord is not returned yet Per. No good Madam pray do not thus torment your self the Prince I warrant you wil have no injurie by saving of your honour do you think his father wil be so extreme outragious for such a trifle as to force a woman with her good liking Car. My ill boding soul beats with presages ominous Would heaven I 'd stood the hazard of my incens'd Lords furie rather then he had run this imminent danger Could you ne're learn which of the slaves it was betray'd our close loves to loath'd Mura's notice Per. No indeed could I not but here 's my Lord pray Madam do not grieve so Enter Mura Mu. My Caropia dress up thy looks in their accustom'd beauties cal back the constant spring into thy cheeks that droope like lovely Violets o're charg'd with too much mornings dew shoot from thy eies a thousand flames of joy The lustful Prince that like a foul thief rob'd thee of thy honour by his ungracious violence has met his roial fathers Justice Car. Now my fears carry too sure an augury you would fain sooth me my Lord out of my floud of sorrows what reparation can that make my honour though he have tasted punishment Mu. His life is faln the off-spring of thy chastitie which his hot lust polluted nay Caropia to save himself when he but felt the torment applied to his lascivious eies although at first he did with impudence acknowledg thy rape he did invade thy spotless virtue protested only 't was to save thy honor he took on him thy rape when with consent and not constrain'd thou yeildedst to the loosness of his wild vicious flames Car. Could he be so unjust my Lord Mu. He was and he has paid for 't the malicious Souldier while he was a losing his eies made violent head to bring him reskue which pul'd his ruine on him But no more of such a prodigie may his black memorie perish even with his ashes My Caropia the flourishing trees widow'd by winters violence of their fair ornaments when 't is expir'd once put forth again with new and virgin freshness their bushie beauties it should be thy emblem Display agen those chast immaculate glories which the harsh winter of his lust had wither'd and I 'll agen be wedded to thy vertues with as much joy as when thou first inrich'd me with their pure maiden beauties Thou art dul and dost not gratulate with happie welcome the triumphs of thy vengeance Car. Are you sure my Lord the Prince is dead Mu. Pish I beheld him breathlesse Take comfort best Caropia thy disgrace did with his loath'd breath vanish Car. I could wish though that he had falne by your particular vengance rather then by th' laws rigor you 're a Souldier of glorie great in war for brave performance me thinks 't had been far nobler had