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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A62223	Tamerlane the Great a tragedy : as it is acted by Their Majesties servants at the Theatre Royal / by C. Saunders, Gent.	Saunders, C. (Charles), fl. 1681.; Dryden, John, 1631-1700.; Banks, John, d. 1706.	1681 (1681)	Wing S741; ESTC R17093	37,675	72

it not forbid Forbid by Duty it were so in me But oh Ax. Still dreaming Ars. Oh my Innocence Thou sacred fort fair Guardian of my Breast Where art thou fled me thinks I 'm left alone Disarm'd defenceless since I saw thee last Ax. Still in the tedious maze of fearful doubts Ars. Where e're I turn I see my Ruine nigh Ax. Mark then your surest way to Life or Death Bright Honour or base Shame the King Arsanes Brooks heavily the scorn of his Commands Your Friends their ill accepted Love repent And sad Nerina all in Tears protests She never thought Arsanes cou'd deny Her any thing Ars. Hold thou hast said enough Words of such wond'rous sense so moving full With Arguments of such prevailing Pow'r Wou'd raise the dull Lethargick from his Dream That Threefold Chain of Duty Friendship Love Wou'd bind the Roving Sylvan Honours Slave Faith draws the Wills of Men to my defence Duty and Love Auxiliary Gods Exeunt Odmar solus Odm. Traytor 't is a Name of vast import Not arm'd with furbish'd Brass nor lock'd in Steel He bears the noiseless Weapons of Deceit Lies politick and subtle Flatteries Raise him to trust what cannot Villains trusted We change destroy make Princes and unmake Unenvy'd be henceforth Cassander fam'd Dire Sylla Close Sejanus Cruel Marius Seditious Gracchi God-like Catiline With all the Glorious Traytors of each Age Not the false Smerdis with his Magick Train Could sound the dark Abyss of Odmars Plots Peop. Long live Great Tamerlane and Prince Arsanes Shout within Odm. Hark now me thinks I see this Lover come Hot with desire see how the too rash Fool With what large hasty steps he meets half way My Daggers Point now Heart for thy Revenge Heav'n guide my Hand where I resolve to strike Here will I make my Vigilant Retreat All Passages but through this Gate are bar'd To the dear Lodgings of his lov'd Asteria While the dark Night shall shrow'd me and my Guilt Retreats Enter Mandricard Man No not so much as one poor Cypress Torch To light her to her Grave ah the much-wrong'd Ispatia Odmar rushes on him and stabs him with a Poniard Odm. As sure a Thrust as ever Malice made Lye there thou empty Blaze of Fame while I Run with false Tears devulger of thy Fate Oh how the Crowd will fret the Prince Arsanes The Noble Prince lies murder'd in the way Help help the Prince is murder'd oh oh oh oh Exit Man Darkness and Horror whither am I going What greedy Horse-leech sucks my Vital Blood And draws me to a Being like Ispatia's Laugh laugh ye Furies and ye Devils grin Scourge me with Scorpions punish me with Flames Eternal Flames tear consume devour me Let Hell surround me with her greatest Torments Severest Plagues prepar'd for blackest Souls But turn the wrong'd Ispatia from my sight Ispatia's Presence is a Thousand Hells Dies Re enter Odmar with a dark Lanthorn Odm. But to be sure thou' rt dead it much concerns By Heav'n 't is Mandricard Death Furies Hell And thou curst Hand false Author of my woe Thou Traytor to my Will and Rebel to my Aim Oh the black Curse of Chance And plague of Accidents so gross an Error Was wrought sure by the envy of the Stars My Mandricard my Son oh oh my Son Enter Tamerlane Tam. Keep back the Rabble and your selves retreat While I survey and mourn my hapless Son Well Friend thou 'st done the business Odm. Very well To make the Strumpet Fortune frisk and laugh Tam. What mean you Friend Odm. I mean there is in Heav'n A Jubilee among Arsanes Stars Tam. That he 's come there Odm. That he is not come there Tam. Thy Mystick Speech I cannot comprehend Nor sound thy Sense no nor thy Ghastly Looks Odm. This will explain 'em all Points to Mandric Tam. By all the Gods 'T is Mandricard Curst Villain Oh my Son Odm. Ha ha ha Tam. What wou'd thy Mirth Odm. Seeing once a Corse On a Black Beer to gloomy Pluto born ●laught to see the Sympathetick Crowd Howl yell lament as they were Parents all What was the Corse to them or they to it Tam. Yet Ridling Slave what hoa my Guards who waits Seize there the Murderer Enter Guards Odm. I scorn to perish by a Fate so base Thus do the Noble dye Stabs himself What mean those Tears To Tam. Know King thou shou'dst have shed those very Tears Some twenty years ago when Mandricard Your Son my Charge a tender Infant dy'd Then the wish'd Glory of my days began He dey'd I to his room my Son advanc'd My own Themyre suppos'd your Mandricard My swell'd Ambition yet did higher aim A King at least the Father of a King I was resolv'd to raise my self Think Sir By me how oft Arsanes has been made By me a Traytor never of himself This was the last unlucky Cheat I acted Which the curst Fates had otherwise decreed And turn'd on me the Ruines of my Wish Scarce can I more my Death comes swiftly on While from my Actions I this Glory draw None cou'd but Odmar Odmars Plots destroy Dies Tam. Remove the wretched Bodies from my sight The hated Traytor and the curst Impostor First let 'em hang a publick Spectacle In our high Road which to the Palace leads Then when all Eyes are glutted with the sight Cast 'em to Birds and Beasts a welcome Prey Enter an Officer Off. Prepare Great Tamerlane for your defence Uproars and Tumults every where are ris'n Fame of Arsanes Death has arm'd the Crowd With Fury Rage Suspicions Frenzies Fears Your self the sole Promoter of his Fate Are sworn arraign'd on you they vow Revenge Tam. Hast quickly and with Trumpets Sound pronounce The Rumour false their lov'd Arsanes lives By blest mistake 't is Mandricard is fal'n Exit off Call to my Arms the Noble Prince Arsanes And his fair Mistress at last my Eyes are open Unseal'd to Truth I see and am confirm'd No close Conspiracy or black Design But Love and only Love their Hearts did joyn Enter Arsanes and Asteria Tam. Thanks O Propitious Heav'n thanks my Stars And all ye Angels Guards of Innocence Which have restor'd and brought into his Right The wrong'd Arsanes welcome O my Son Thy Enemies are dead the Impostors dead And with them all Suspitions of thy Faith Thy Injuries are dead Oh my Arsanes A Father in the Face of Heav'n salutes thee A happy Bridegroom from a Fathers Hand Receive thy Fairer Vertues Fair Reward Ars. O Extasie Oh Paradise of Joy I come scarce hoping for a Pard'n and find A full Reward Inestimable Treasure Eternal Bliss nor is it Fairy Treasure No no I have it here I hold it grasp it A Real Pleasure and Substantial Good But oh let not the fulness of my Joy Make me unmindful of the Noble Giver Oh my Asteria Ast. My Lord Ars. Thus let us kneel With Thanks unto our Father Ast. Our Preserver Ars. Our new Creator thus let us lie prostrate And wonder at our sudden Happines Tam. Rise and believe it granted now witness Heav'n And ye kind Stars that smile upon our Throne With what untroubled Joy I joyn the Hands Of the blest Loyal Pair The Sacred Tye just Alha shall confirm And as we Sign Seal your Eternal Loves Ars. Thanks O our Royal Father God-like Prince And double Author of my happy Being So may Great Alha all your Actions Crown And with Eternal Blessings Guard your Throne As I your worthy Praises loudly sing The Kindest Father and the Justest King Exeunt EPILOGUE By Mr. DRYDEN LAdies the Beardless Author of this Day Commends to you the Fortune of his Play A Woman Wit has often grac'd the Stage But he 's the first Boy-Poet of our Age. Early as is the Year his Fancies blow Like young Narcissus peeping through the Snow Thus Cowley Blossom'd soon yet Flourish'd long This is as forward and may prove as strong Youth with the Fair shou'd always Favour find Or we are damn'd Dissemblers of our kind What 's all this Love they put into our Parts 'T is but the pit-a-pat of Two Young Hearts Shou'd Hag and Gray-Beard make such tender moan Faith you 'd e'en trust 'em to themselves alone And cry let 's go here 's nothing to be done Since Love's our Business as 't is your Delight The Young who best can practise best can Write What though he be not come to his full Pow'r He 's mending and improving every hour You sly She-Iockies of the Box and Pit Are pleas'd to find a hot unbroken Wit By management he may in time be made But there 's no hopes of an old batter'd Iade Faint and unnerv'd he runs into a Sweat And always fails you at the Second Heat FINIS