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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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swear my Torrismond That to have had you mine for one short day Has cancell'd half my mighty sum of Woes Say but you hate me not Tor. I cannot hate you Raym. Can you not say that once more That all the Saints may witness it against you Queen Cruel Raymond Can he not punish me but he must hate O! 't is not Justice but a brutal Rage Which hates th' Offender's person with his Crimes I have enough to overwhelm one Woman To lose a Crown and Lover in a day Let Pity lend a Tear when Rigour strikes Raym. Then then you should have thought of Tears and Pity When Vertue Majesty and hoary Age Pleaded for Sancho's Life Qu. My future days shall be one whole Contrition A Chapel will I build with large Endowment Where every day an hundred aged men Shall all hold up their wither'd hands to Heaven To pardon Sancho's Death Tor. See Raymond see she makes a large amends Sancho is dead no punishment of her Can raise his cold stiff limbs from the dark Grave Nor can his blessed Soul look down from Heaven Or break th' eternal Sabbath of his Rest To see with Joy her Miseries on Earth Raym. Heaven may forgive a Crime to Penitence For Heaven can judge if Penitence be true But man who knows not Hearts should make Examples Which like a Warning-piece must be shot off To fright the rest from Crimes Queen Had I but known that Sancho was his Father I would have pour'd a Deluge of my Bloud To save one Drop of his Tor. Mark that Inexorable Raymond mark 'T was fatal Ignorance that caus'd his Death Raym. What if she did not know he was your Father She knew he was a Man the Best of men Heaven's Image double stampt as Man and King Qu. He was he was ev'n more than you can say But yet Raym. But yet you barbarously murther'd him Queen He will not hear me out Tor. Was ever Criminal forbid to plead Curb your ill manner'd Zeal Raym. Sing to him Syren For I shall stop my Ears now mince the Sin And mollifie Damnation with a Phrase Say you consented not to Sancho's Death But barely not forbad it Qu. Hard hearted Man I yield my guilty cause But all my Guilt was caus'd by too much Love Had I for Jealousie of Empire sought Good Sancho's Death Sancho had dy'd before 'T was alwaies in my Power to take his Life But Interest never could my Conscience blind Till Love had cast a mist before my Eyes And made me think his Death the onely means Which could secure my Throne to Torrismond Tor. Never was fatal Mischief meant so kind For all she gave has taken all away Malicious Pow'rs is this to be restor'd 'T is to be worse depos'd than Sancho was Raym. Heaven has restor'd you you depose your self Oh! when young Kings begin with scorn of Justice They make an Omen to their after Reign And blot their Annals in the foremost page Tor. No more lest you be made the first Example To show how I can punish Raym. Once again Let her be made your Father's Sacrifice And after make me her's Tor. Condemn a Wife That were to attone for Parricide with Murther Raym. Then let her be divorc'd we 'll be content With that poor scanty Justice Let her part Tor. Divorce that 's worse than Death 't is Death of Love Queen The Soul and Body part not with such Pain As I from you but yet 't is just my Lord I am th' Accurst of Heaven the Hate of Earth Your Subjects Detestation and your Ruin And therefore fix this doom upon my self Tor. Heav'n Can you wish it to be mine no more Queen Yes I can wish it as the dearest Proof And last that I can make you of my Love To leave you blest I would be more accurst Than Death can make me for Death ends our Woes And the kind Grave shuts up the mournfull Scene But I would live without you to be wretched long And hoard up every moment of my life To lengthen out the Payment of my Tears Till ev'n fierce Raymond at the last shall say Now let her dye for she has griev'd enough Tor. Hear this hear this thou Tribune of the People Thou zealous publick Bloud-hound hear and melt Raym. Aside I could cry now my Eyes grow womanish But yet my Heart holds out Queen Some solitary Cloister will I chuse And there with holy Virgins live immur'd Course my Attire and short shall be my Sleep Broke by the melancholy midnight Bell Now Raymond now be satisfied at last Fasting and Tears and Penitence and Prayer Shall doe dead Sancho Justice every hour Raym. Aside By your leave Manhood Wipes his Eyes Tor. He weeps now he 's vanquish'd Raym. No! 'T is a salt rheum that scalds my Eyes Qu. If he were vanquish'd I am still unconquer'd I 'll leave you in the height of all my Love Ev'n when my Heart is beating out its way And struggles to you most Farwell a last Farwell My dear dear Lord Remember me speak Raymond will you let him Shall he remember Leonora's Love And shed a parting Tear to her Misfortunes Raym. Almost crying Yes yes he shall pray goe Tor. Now By my Soul she shall not goe why Raymond Her every Tear is worth a Father's Life Come to my Arms come my fair Penitent Let us not think what future Ills may fall But drink deep Draughts of Love and lose'em all Exit Tor. with the Queen Raym. No matter yet he has my Hook within him Now let him frisk and flownce and run and rowle And think to break his hold He toils in vain This Love the Bait he gorg'd so greedily Will make him sick and then I have him sure Enter Alphonso and Pedro. Alph. Brother there 's News from Bertran he desires Admittance to the King and cryes aloud This day shall end our Fears of Civil War For his safe Conduct he entreats your Presence And begs you would be speedy Raym. Though I loath The Traitor's sight I 'll go Attend us here Exit Ray. Enter Gomez Elvira Dominic with Officers to make the Stage as full as possible Pedro. Why how now Gomez what mak'st thou here with a whole Brother-hood of City Bailifs why thou lookest like Adam in Paradise with his guard of Beasts about him Gom. Ay and a man had need of them Don Pedro for here are the two old Seducers a Wife and Priest that 's Eve and the Serpent at my Elbow Dom. Take notice how uncharitably he talks of Church men Gom. Indeed you are a charitable Belswagger my Wife cry'd out Fire Fire and you brought out your Church-buckets and call'd for Engines to play against it Alph. I am sorry you are come hither to accuse your Wife her Education has been vertuous her Nature mild and easie Gom. Yes she 's easie with a Vengeance there 's a certain Colonel has found her so Alph. She came a spotless Virgin to your Bed Gom. And she 's
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