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A27277
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Abdelazer, or, The Moor's revenge a tragedy, as it is acted at His Royal Highness the Duke's Theatre / written by Mrs. A. Behn.
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Behn, Aphra, 1640-1689.
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1677
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Wing B1715; ESTC R18143
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Qu. And when I woo'd thee but to smile upon me Thou crydst Away I 'me dull unfit for dalliance Abd. Call back the frighted bloud into thy Cheeks And I 'le obey the dictates of my Love And smile and kiss and dwell for ever here Enter Osmin hastily How now why star'st thou so Osm. My Lord the King is dead Abd. The King dead 't was time then to dissemble aside What means this rudeness one knocks Enter Zarrack Zar. My Lord the Cardinal enquiring for the Queen The Court is in an uproar none can find her Abd. Not find the Queen and wou'd they search her here Qu. What shall I do I must not here be found Abd. Oh do not fear no Cardinal enters here No King no God that means to be secure Slaves guard the doors and suffer none to enter Whilst I my charming Queen provide for your security You know there is a Vault deep under ground Into the which the busie Sun ne're entred Bue all is dark as are the shades of Hell Through which in dead of night I oft have pass'd Guided by Love to your Apartment Madam They knock agen thither my lovely Mistress knock Suffer your self to be conducted Osmin attend the Queen descend in haste Qu. Osm. and Elv. descend the Vault My Lodgings are beset Zar. I cannot guard the Lodgings longer Don Ordonio Sir to seek the Queen Abd. How dare they seek her here Zar. My Lord the King has swounded twice And being recover'd calls for her Majesty Abd. The King not dead go Zarrack and aloud Tell Don Ordonio and the Cardinal He that dares enter here to seek the Queen Puts his hand to his sword Had better snatch the She from the fierce side Of a young Amorous Lion and 't were safer Again more knocking knocking Zar. My gracious Lord it is your Brother Don Alonzo Abd. I will not have him enteer I am disorder'd Zar. My Lord 't is now too late Enter Alonzo Alon. Saw you not the Queen my Lord Abd. My Lord Alon. Was not the Queen here with you Abd. The Queen with me Because Sir I am married to your Sister You like your Sister must be jealous too The Queen with me with me a Moor a Devil A Slave of Barbary for so Your gay young Courtiers christen me but Don Although my skin be black within my veins Runs bloud as red and Royal as the best Mr Father Great Abdela with his Life Lost too his Crown both most unjustly ravisht By Tyrant Philip your old King I mean How many wounds his valiant breast receiv'd Ere he wou'd yield to part with Life and Empire Methinks I see him cover'd o're with bloud Fainting amidst those numbers he had conquer'd I was but young yet old enough to grieve Though not revenge or to defie my Fetters For then began my Slavery and e're since Have seen that Diadem by this Tyrant worn Which Crown'd the Sacred Temples of my Father And shou'd adorn mine now shou'd nay and must Go tell him what I say 't will be but death Go Sir the Queen 's not here Alon. Do not mistake me Sir or if I wou'd I 've no old King to tell the King is dead And I am answer'd Sir to what I came for And so good night Exit Abd. Now all that 's brave and Villain seize my soul Reform each faculty that is not Ill And make it fit for Vengeance noble Vengeance Oh glorious word fit only for the Gods For which they form'd their Thunder Till man usurpt their Power and by Revenge Swayed Destiny as well as they And took their trade of killing And thou almighty Love Dance in a thousand forms about my Person That this same Queen this easie Spanish Dame May be bewitcht and dote upon me still Whilst I make use of the Insatiate flame To set all Spain on fire Mischief erect thy Throne And sit on high here here upon my head Let Fools fear Fate thus I my Stars defie points to his Sword The influence of this must raise my glory high Exit SCENE II. Enter Fernando weeping Ordonio bearing the Crown followed by Alonzo leading Leonora weeping Florella Roderigo Mendozo met by the Queen weeping Elvira and women Qu. What dolefull cry was that which like the voice Of angry Heav'n struck through my trembling soul Nothing but horrid shrieks nothing but death Whilst I bowing my knees to the cold Earth Drowning my Cheeks in Rivulets of tears Sending up prayers in sighs t' implore from Heav'n Health for the Royal Majesty of Spain All cry'd the Majesty of Spain is dead Whilst the sad sound flew through the ecchoing Air And reacht my frighted soul Inform my fears Oh my Fernando oh my gentle Son weeps King Madam read here the truth if looks can shew That which I cannot speak and you wou'd know The common Fate in ev'ry face appears A Kings great loss the publique grief declares But 't is a Fathers death that claims my tears Card. leads in the Qu. attended Leon. Ah Sir If you thus grieve who ascend by what y 'ave lost To all the greatness that a King can boast What tributes from my eyes and heart are due Who 've lost at once a King and Father too King My Leonora cannot think my grief Can from those empty Glories find relief Nature within my soul has equal share And that and Love surmount my glory there Had Heav'n continu'd Royal Philips life And giv'n me bright Florella for a wife bows to Flor. To Crowns and Scepters I had made no claim But ow'd my blessings only to my flame But Heav'n well knew in giving thee away to Flor. I had no bus'ness for another joy weeps The King Alonzo with his dying breath turns to Alon. and Leon. To you my beauteous Sister did bequeath And I his generotsiy approve And think you worthy Leonora's love Enter Card. and Qu. weeping Alon. Too gloriously my services are paid In the possession of this Royal Maid To whom my guilty heart durst ne're aspire But rather chose to languish in its fire Enter Philip in a Rage Antonio and Sebastian Phil. I know he is not dead what envious powers Durst snatch him hence he was all great and good As fit to be ador'd as they above Where is the body of my Royal Father That body which inspir'd by 's sacred soul Aw'd all the Universe with ev'ry frown And taugh 'em all obedience with his smiles Why stand you thus distracted Mother Brother My Lords Prince Cardinal Has sorrow struck you dumb Is this my welcome from the toyls of War When in his bosome I shou'd find repose To meet it cold and pale Oh guide me to him And with my sighs I 'le breath new life into 't Phil. goes out King There 's all that 's left of Royal Philip now Pay all thy sorrow there whilst mine alone Are swoln too high t' admit of lookers on Exit King weeping Philip returns weeping Phil. His soul is flew to all
danger lies Wou'd you receive me with that usual tenderness Which did express it self in everysmile I should dismiss this horrour from my face And place again its Native calmness there And all my Veins shall re-assume their heat And with a new and grateful Ardour beat Flor. Sir all my soul is taken up with fear And you advance your Fate by staying here Fly fly this place of death if Abdelazer Shou'd find you here all the Divinity About your Sacred Person could not Guard you King Ah my Florella cease thy needless fear And in thy soul let nothing reign but Love Love that with soft desires may fill thy Eyes And save thy Tongue the pain t' instruct my heart In the most grateful knowledge Heav'n can give me Flor. That knowledge Sir wou'd make us both more wretched Since you I know wou'd still be wishing on And I shou'd grant till we were both undone And Sir how little she were worth your care Cou'd part with all her honourable fame For an inglorious life short and despis'd King Canst thou believe a flame thy Eyes have kindled Can urge me to an infamous pursuit No my Florella I adore thy Virtue And none prophane those Shrines to whom they offer Say but thou lov'st and I thus low will bow kneels And sue to thee to be my Soveraign Queen I 'le circle thy bright Forehead with the Crowns Of Castile Portugal and Aragon And all those petty Kingdoms which do bow Their Tributary knees to thy Adorer Flor. Ah Sir have you forgot by Sacred vow All that I am is Abdelazers now King By Heav'n it was a Sacrilegious theft But I the Treasure from his breast will tear And reach his heart though thou art seated there Flor. A deed like that my Virtue wou'd undoe And leave a stain upon your Glories too A sin that wou'd my hate not passion move I owe a Duty where I cannot love King Thou think'st it then no sin to kill thy King For I must dye without thy love Florella Flor. How tamely Sir you with the Serpent play Whose fatal Poison must your life betray And though a King cannot Divine your Fate Kings only differ from the Gods in that See Sir with this I am your Murderer made holds up a Dagger By those we love we soonest are betray'd King How can that fair hand acquaint it self with death What wilt thou do Florella Flor. Your Destiny divert And give my heart those wounds design'd for yours If you advance I 'le give the deadly blow King Hold I command thee hold thy impious hand My heart dwels there and if your strike I dye Enter Queen Alonzo and Elvira Qu. Florella arm'd against the King Snatches the Dagger and stabs her the King rises Of Traitress King Hold hold inhuman Murdress What hast thou done most barbarous of thy Sex takes Flor. in his arms Qu. Destroy'd thy Murdress and my too fair Rival aside King My Murdress what Devil did inspire thee With thoughts so black and sinfull cou'd this fair Saint Be guilty of a Murder No no too cruel Mother With her Eyes her charming lovely Eyes She might have kill'd and her too virtuous cruelty Oh my Florella Sacred lovely Creature Flor. My death was kind since it prevented yours And by that hand which sav'd mine from a guilt points to the Queen That Dagger I receiv'd of Abdelazer To stab that heart he said that lov'd me best But I design'd to overcome your Passion And then to have vanquisht Abdelazer's Jealousie But finding you too faithfull to be happy I did resolve to dye and have my wish Farewell my King my soul begins its flight And now is hovering in eternal Night dyes King She 's gon she 's gone her sacred soul is fled To that Divinity of which it is a part Too excellent to inhabit Earthly bodies Alon. Oh Sir you grieve too much for one so foul King What prophane breath was that pronounc'd her foul Thy Mothers soul though turn'd into a Cherubin Was black to hers Oh she was all Divine Alonzo was it thou her Brother Alon. When she was good I own'd that title Sir King Good by all the Gods she was as chaste as Vestals As Saints translated to Divine abodes I offer'd her to be my Queen Alonzo To share the growing Glories of my Youth But uncorrupted she my Crown contemn'd And on her Vertues Guard stood thus defended Alon. weeps Oh my Florella let me here lie fix'd kneels And never rise till I am cold and pale As thou fair Saint art now but sure She cou'd not dye that noble generous heart That arm'd with love and honour did rebate All the fierce sieges of my Amorous flame Might sure defend it self against those wounds Given by a Womans hand or rather 't was a Devils rises What dost thou merit for this Treachery Thou vilest of thy Sex But thou' rt a thing I have miscall'd a Mother And therefore will not touch thee live to suffer By a more shamefull way but here the lyes Whom I though dead must still adore as living Alon. Sir pray retire there 's danger in your stay When I reflect upon this Nights disorder And the Queens Art to raise my Jealousie And after that my Sisters being murder'd I must believe there is some deeper Plot Something design'd against your Sacred Person King Alonzo raise the Court I 'le find it Exit Alonzo Though 't were hid within my Mothers soul. Qu. My gentle Son pardon my kind mistake I did believe her arm'd against thy life King Peace Fury Not ill-boding Raven shrieks Nor Midnight cries of murder'd Ghosts are more Ungratefull than thy faint and dull excuses Be gone and trouble not the silent griefs Which will insensibly decay my life Till like a Marble Statue I am fixt kneels and weeps at Flor.'s feet Dropping continual tears upon her Tomb. Abd. within Guard all the Chamber doors fire and confusion Consume these Spanish Dogs was I for this Sent to fetch back a Philip and a Cardinal To have my Wife abus'd Enter Abdelazer Qu. Patience dear Abdelazer Abd. Patience and I am Foes where 's my Florella The King and in Florella's Bed-Chamber Florella dead too Rise thou Eternal Author of my shame Gay thing to you I speak King rises And thus throw off Allegiance Qu. Oh stay your fury generous Abdelazer Abd. Away fond woman throws her from him King Villain to me this language Abd. To thee young Amorous King How at this dead and silent time of Night Durst you approach the Lodgings of my Wife King I scorn to answer thee Abd. I 'le search it in thy heart then They fight Qu. and Elv. run out crying Treason King The Devil 's not yet ready for his soul And will not claim his due Oh I am wounded falls Abd. No doubt on 't Sir these are no wounds of Love King Whate're they be you might have spar'd 'em now Since those Florella gave me were sufficient And yet a little