kind And pitty my hard Fate When you behold My panting Breast laid open and that Heart Where my dear Lord once raign'd all torn and mangled Will you look Pale and with a trembling Sigh Let a kind Pearl fall trickling srom your Eye Say Will you do all this for poor Olizia Phil. Not do all this for thee When the dire Monster Dares wreak his Barbarous Vengeance in thy Veins Thy sacred Veins and the unthinking Gods Dare see it done Shall not I mourn for thee Doubt not that Pious Tribute of my Eyes Shall not my Dew fall at thy Setting Sun Not weep to see thee Bleed I 'le make my Eyes Start from their Sphears to view that killing Object And when thy Sweetness Draws near to Heav'n my fainting bleeding Heart Shall just keep Life enough to break with thine Oliz. Then you 'll be kind indeed Now Murderers welcom Bringing all your Torturing Racks Thy gentle Pity Will vanquish all the Pains of Execution Who would not dye to be deplored by Thee To have thy Sighs thy Tears thy Love Like ministring-Angels mount me to the Skyes Phil. Since my best Saint it is by Fate ordain'd That thou must dye for me and for my sake Thy faithful fearless Love dares boldly set With so much beauteous chearful Light about it Hear my last Vow Kneels Ye Gods if in this little Short Glass of Life I breath one Sigh to ought But fair Olizia If my flaming Heart Blow the least Spark to any other Breast Shut your Bright Gates against me Banish me From the blest Realms of her Immortal Day Expell'd for ever from her Heav'n and Yours Panthea now shall haunt my Thoughts no more Thee and Thee only I 'le in Death adore Oliz. My kindest Lord now with full Tides of Joy I can meet Death since Death has made you mine My Soul 's all Rapture all Delight Grim Death Whose Ghastly Visage frights the trembling VVorld And comes with hollow Eyes and ratling Bones To me 's all Gay and with a Charming Smile Doe's with sweet VVreaths and flow'ry Garlands come My Bridal-Pleasures blossom on my Tomb. Phil. Now you transport my ravish't Sense too high The worth of Ages and thy Sexes Glory Is all sum'd up in Thee And Must you dye Must this Celestial Light fall like a Meteor And this blooming Spring fade like a wither'd Autumn Must this fair Book of Life writ by the Hand of Heav'n The Legend of a God be all defaced And must I see it done Oh dearest Madame I never was a Coward till this minute Oliz. How Sir Phil. I cannot must not dare not fee you dye Better th' whole Sex beside were all extinguish't Their worthless Beauties shuffled in the Dust And thou the only God-like VVoman left T' uphold the VVorld Oh Gentlemen if Beauty And Innocence can ever move Compassion Look on that Form say Shall that Bosom bleed Perform a Deed worthy a Chronicle Turn all your Swords against her Tyrants Heart But if Reward can only make you Good Propose a Ransom that may buy her Life I 'le pay it at the Price of all my Fortunes Treasures and Honors all I have on Earth And if that ben't enough to pay the Sum I 'le be your Slave sell me to make it up Oh save her Nay if you 'd be Saints Stars Angels Save her and you 'll deserve to be 'em all Enter Lysandra Lys. That Glorious Task must be assign'd to me 'T is I that bring her Life and Liberty Phil. Oh guard me guard me some Immortal Pow'r Aside Those Eyes could never blast me till this Hour Lys. Gentlemen let this Signet satisfy you Shews a Ring to the Villains That I have wrought the angry Prioce to Mercy And have obtain'd your Prisoners Lives Pardons With-draw they 're now my Charge Exeunt Villians Oliz. Saved by Lysandra Lys. By a long Seige of Tears l 've calm'd his Fury And crusht the Snake that twin'd about his Heart-strings Oliz How can the study of that Life you 've given me Requite my kind Protectress generous Maid Lys. Ballance your Deeds with mine and but remember How you preserved my threaten'd Honor from A Ravisher and you 've done more for me Oliz. Now my dear Lord raise your dejected Head I shall not Bleed all the rough Storm is fled Why do you start shake and look pale Is her Kind News unwelcom Can my rescued Life Displease you Sure it can't But if it does Alas Sir let not that your Trouble give I will dye still if you 'd not have me live Phil. No Madam Live and Live to be Adored Let the Converted Sex learn Love from thee Not place their gaudy Amorous Delights In loose Desires gay Dayes and wanton Nights Let 'em Perform thy Hymeneal Rites Stand the great Shock of Wracks and Death unmoved Walk upon burning Irons Tread on Graves And keep their Bridals on a Funeral-Pile When they dare do all this for Love they 'll be Fit Votaries great Saint to Kneel to Thee Lys. And would not I your lost despised Panthea Have suffer'd all these Pains for you Oliz. Panthea Art thou the Fatal Fair Belov'd Panthea And Do's she Live Have you deceived me thus Was all your Mighty Love your Sighs and sears The Charming Rhetorick of your Tender Eyes A meer Delusion to undo the poor Olizia Oh my Fall I that just now Wrapt in my blest Imagination stood Upon the Highest Pinacle of Heav'n Am in one Minute lower than the Grave Phil. I do confess I told you She was Dead Said any thing to raise your drooping Spirits But that was all my Treason Tho I knew Panthea liv'd and liv'd to call me Perjur'd In all the Passion I exprest for you By all that 's Good my Sighs and Love was True Oliz. And Would you Cheat me still Phil. By all the Powers Oliz. Speak not one word in your Defence No Sir you cou'd not did not cannot Love me And Does she Live You 've doom'd a Wretched Soul to endless Torments And 't is beyond the Pow'r of Fate to save me Phil. Ah Madam if there 's Faith on Earth and Truth Among the Gods I swear Oliz. Oh Sir no more And Cruel Rival was it not enough You 'd seiz'd his Heart and ravish't all my Right But in the Pleasantest and Sweetest Dream When his dissembling Tears had made me think His Love was True and the Fair Apparition Presented to my Thoughts the gilded Walks And painted Scenes of Paradise making Me scorn the Drossie World just when I came To Dye and be born upon Angels Wings You most Inhumanely have saved my Life And waked me from my Visionary Treasures To find my self a Beggar Lys. Do not think I had such base and mean Designs No Madam Oliz. Canst thou Dissemble too No 't is too plain But do not vainly think I 'le poorly live To bow my Neck to thy Triumphant Chariot Let me but take one Look from those dear Eyes And now false World
Why His Fortunes Were not so large but that the great Lord Lysias Had Treasures Favors Honors to bestow Such as might dazle a much surer Friend Were you not sensible that Lord had Courted her For many Years and when he saw her Beauty Design'd your Prize no doubt his slighted Passion Converted to Revenge and to strike home And blast your whole Lifes Peace he chose your Confident Your own best Friend t'administer the Poyson Art I thank you for your galless soft Morality But I have at present no such Gentle Thoughts About me to be preach'd into a Convert Cor. Had I been you I would have search'd the World T' have found that Impious Lord and when I had fixt His perjur'd Soul low as that Hell that had Inspired it I 'de have brought his Canker'd Heart And laid it at her Feet and then received Her spotless Honor in my longing Bosom Prized her above my Life loved her next Heaven Not left her so inhumanly as you did Art Yes Madam had we liv'd i' th' Golden-Age When Milk and Herbs were th' only Riotous food Then Women were not pampered into Lust Then Man 's more temperate blood had less gall in 't And then your Morals might be practicable Cor. Was ever such a Cruel Temper heard But she has rewarded that your Barbarity And fixt that Mirtle Wreath which your unkindness Had forfeited on a deserving Brow Art How Cozen Cor. She has taken the advantage Of that false Fame that told us you were dead Art Married agen Cor. Indeed 't was much unlucky But 't is no more than you deserved Art How Married Confusion on her hot rank burning Blood Death Married Now did I not tell thee Gobrias What precious Saints are Women Cursed Women Married agen Damn her Cor. What have I done Aside Consider 't was your Fault Do not blame her You left her basely left her all in Tears And as a just Reward for your Unkindness We had been long confirm'd that you were lost And Dead Art And she like a sad Widow drank My Funeral-Wine on her new Wedding night Confound the Syren Cor. Oh forbear this Fury Consider 't was a Sin of Ignorance Nor is her Error any lawless Love Her Love at worst has only Marryed and You know that Marriages are writ in Heaven Art Yes they 're writ there so are Wars Plagues Famines So all the Engines of the Sky th' Events Of Thunders Comets Earthquakes Deluges Design'd from the Foundation of the World To ruin Mankind are all writ in Heav'n Cor. Oh my rash foolish Tongue Art Marryed Accursed Woman By this Hand The Sex is all Perdition wild as Storms And Ravenous as the Grave Their Breath is Wild-Fire Their Eyes are Meteors and their Arms are Quick-Sands And whil'st those lead the wandring Fool astray 'T is these devour him Is there a Destroyer Like Impudent Inconstant Perjur'd Infamous Infernal VVoman VVoman damn'd the VVorld Her Treason drown'd it and her Lust will burn it When Nature shall all blaze and the Poles crack Hell gape and all its Sulphurous Mines burst out T is only Woman that must light the Fire-brands Cor. Oh horror what a Tempest have I rais'd Dear Sir no more cease this mad Rage Art I 've done Oh thou hot-Blooded and insatiate VVitch By Heav'ns I question if a VVomans Lust E're dyes but only when her putrid Carkass As rotten as her Soul is housed in Earth The Brutal-Monster makes a Resurrection And turns a Succubus to play her Game out Cor. Barbarian Why this Storm against poor Women Art I 'll tell you the Design of their Creation When the Apostate-Angels ward with Heav'n And all their Pride and Impudence was grown Too fierce for Chains to bind or Hell to tame Heav'n in meer Policy Invented Woman-kind to match the Devil Marryed again Perdition seize her Soul How she distracts me Cor. Why this Furious Raving Art I Rave You wrong me by this Light not I A Phlegmatick Philosopher in 's Tub VVould preach as much as this is But dear Cozen For once I will be calm and reason with you After I went away How long was she In choosing this New Mate to fill my Place Cor. VVhen you had deserted her she offered all Her Prayers for your Return courted the Sea To bring you back agen was that true Mourner Art Was that true Witch that rais'd the wind that sunk me Cor. Inhumane Offers to go Art I have done Go on dear Cozen. Cor. And for that impious Lord that had abused her A hundred times upon her Knees I 've heard her Call Heav'n t'attest her Innocence Art No doubt on 't That 's th' only use that Women make of Heav'n To be Fore-sworn by 't Cor. Barbarous Man farewel This Blasphemy's too horrid Offers to go Art Stay Corrinna I 'le be all Gentleness not speak one word That shall offend you Cor. Learn then t' have a sense Of her wrong'd Vertue and your groundless Rage When you 'd forsaken her her Greatness seem'd Without her dearest Lord to share it with her A Burden not an Ornament of Life Then leaving all her Treasures all her State Abjured like a poor Pilgrim she deserted Her hated Pallace And in that Retirement When she had long heard your Death and truly paid you For two long Years a pious Widows Sighs At last this Gentleman Art Revived her Spirits And Did she hold Two Years full two whole Years Before she Marryed him In that long time How many Grooms and Pages had she tired Cor. Go bruitish Infidel thou deservest thy Fate But what have I pull'd down Methinks I see In his wild Looks Revenge like Trains of Ruine Against the poor Olizias Life prepar'd Let me who caused her Danger be her Guard Exit Art Oh Gobrias What has my Frenzy done This subtle Devil will out-wit me Alarm Th'Adulterors and put 'em on their Guard But fly take the Advantage of the Night O're-take her Seize her Bind her Gag her any thing So you but keep that noisy Engine silent Exit Gobrias running after Corinna Enter Pyrgus Who have we here some kind Night-walking Pander Pyrgus Pyr. Prince Artaban Art Thou art surprized To see thy Lord alive Pyr. I 'm all Amazement My wondring Senses Art Come suppress thy Wonder Thou hast stranger Prodigies t' admire at Home Pyrgus I left thee Honest Brave and Faithful Pyr. And Sir I 'm no ill Steward of that Honesty You left with me I have improved not lessen'd it Art I thank thee Pyrgus I have a Business for thee Which if thou darest perform Pyr. Which if I dare not Curse both my Cowardize and my Ingratitude Speak your Commands and use my Life to serve you I ow't you as the Author of my Fortunes Art Kind Pyrgus Know then I 've deceived the World And by the help of a Disguise return'd Safe and unknow to any but thy self My faithful Gobrias and the false Corinna But I have spoyl'd her Rhetorick for some Few Minutes
testy Critick bear More Lashes than poor Punck from Beadle there Censure 's your Game and when you 've rowz'd a Play How loud the numerous Pack of Coxcombs Bay The grateful Musick ecchoes through the Town And open-mouth'd you run the Poet down So snarlingly to your Delights you move That you see Plays e'n just as Cats make Love Here Three dull Hours i' th' Afternoon you pass With those crampt Looks and with that Damn'd Grimace In so much Pain so much against your Will As if your Morning Bolus grumbled still The Ladies too who should Relieve the Stage Will Damn an Author as they chide a Page Severe to Man in all Respects they prove Are neither satisfied with Wit nor Love But think their Drudges in both Labours dull Unless like Misers Coffer 's alwayes full But be ill-natur'd all Hiss Rail Exclaim Nay let each Fop against his Conscience Damn Alas This will not do Your Noise and Rage Does rather Cherish than Destroy the Stage Scriblers in Spight will still Write on For know Poets like Mushrooms by your Thunder grow EPILOGUE Spoken by Lysandra in the Habit of a Nun. GAllants I come to take my last Adieu Bidding Farewel both to the World and You A Nunnery Oh t is a Popish Place Never poor Virgin sure had my sad Case Has not our Author used me very ill He makes me die a Maid against my Will And yet the Godly Fool should be forgiv'n Alaâ—â— He meant it for the Way to Heav'n Yet from your Presense and your Love debar'd Gallants indeed it is a little hard When first on Cloister-Ground my Feet I set Never poor Girl was put in such a Sweat All on a suddain from his Cell there ran A Hideous Terrible Rough-Bearded Man Cry'd my Dear Daughter and then clasp't me fast Like Hang-man with a Halter round his Wast But walking farther on this Sacred Ground The Shifted Scene more Pleasant grew I found An Aged Reverend Matron compast round With a fair Train of Nymphs To her they all Paid Homage and their Mother-Abbess call Their Mother Blessing on your Heart said I I never saw so fair a Progeny But Are these pretty Ladies all your own To which she answer'd in an Angry Tone Let me no more these Idle Bug-words hear Fye foolish Girl we are all Virgins here Virgins Oh Heav'n what will become of me Must I then Live that dismal Day to see Be such another stale old Maid as she Well! Had the Virgins of Both Theaters Begun their early Penance at my Years What numerous Intrigues had then been Crost Lord what a World of keeping Fops we'd lost Actors Names ARtaban A Prince first Husband to Olizia supposed Drown'd Pyrgus Steward to Artaban Philander A Gentleman by Birth a Sicilian formerly Contracted to Panthea Gobrias Friend and Confident to Artaban Olizia A Princess formerly Wife to Artaban but now Newly and Privately Married to Philander Lysandra Her true Name Panthea bought from Pyrates as a Captive by Pyrgus Corinna Confident to Olizia Seconds Villains Messengers and Attendants c. The SCENE A Nobleman's Palace in the Isle of Cyprus ERRATA PAg. 1. line 20. for Sealed read Seated p. 3. l. 32. f. lost r. left p. 13. l. 17. r. Leprous Arms. p. 17. l. 33. del that p. 21. l. 29. r. Secundi p. 30. l. last r. bring p. 39. l. 34. f. Fortunes r. Tortures p. 40. l. 33. â— growing Storm Fatal Love OR The Forc`d Inconstancy ACT THE FIRST Pyrgus and Lysandra Lys. OH Stop the Rage of your unjust Desires And think what Sparks of Hell attend your Lawless Fires Pyr. Are you so Coy Then I must change the Scene And call my Favours to your lost Remembrance For where Good Deeds are ill Rewarded there 'T is Justice not Vain-Glory to Recite ' em Did I for this stretch out my Bounteous Hand To free you from the Slavery of Pyrates Nay bought you under-hand too when perhaps They meant you should have stalk't the Market-Place In State and Pomp with your Price writ on your Fore-Head Did I I say free you from all this Infamy Here sealed and protected you Lys. 'T is true You powrd your larger Sums to free me from One Slavery but to impose a Greater For if your Words interpret your Black Thoughts I am your Captive still And feel the Weight and Misery of Bonds In that which you style Liberty Pyr. Then Chast Diana take your own Desire And to your Native dear Digrace return Your Fortunes without me are at their Ebbing And you may Beg with Vertue 'T is within My Power to make you Rich. The Prince my Master Left his Dear Princess on her Nuptial-Day And in a Freak of Jealousie went to Sea Where rest his Soul as my Two Years Intelligence Informs me he has made the Fish a Banquet His sprightly Lady for the Disappointment Of a lost Bridegroom on her Nuptial-Night Like a sad Pensive Turtle stole away One Evening and was never heard of since No doubt she has met her Husband's Destiny I dare almost with Confidence pronounce My self the Lord of thus Magnificent Pallace And all this Mass of dazling Wealth my own A fairer Pile all Cyprus does not yield Be thou then mine Here thou shalt Reign a Goddess A Goddess brighter than our Cyprian-Deity Why all these unkind Looks Fye smile Lysandra Nothing but Love should on this Shore be found Since Loves fair Goddess blest the Hallow'd-Ground Lys. Heav'ns What a Villain 's this Cease this bold Language For I am Unalterable Nay my Guilt 's Impardonable even to hold Discourse With such Impiety Pyr. Then know vain Girl The Good from which you flye I 'le force you to Are you full-gorged and wanton I 'le lure you with a Vengeance Come be plyant Or else behold your Fate Draws a Dagger Lys. I would I were so Happy Kill me do Enter a Servant Running Pyr. Curse on this Interruption What 's your Business Serv. The Princess is return'd Pyr. Hell and Confusion How that Name distracts me Lys. This News brings me some Glimpse of Happiness Enter Corinna Pyr. Welcom dear Traveller Say kind Corinna Is our great Princess the Divine Olizia Safely return'd And art thou kindly come To bring the Blessed News Cor. Yes Sir I am Pyr. This dazling Bliss breaks like the Morn upon me And thou' rt the Star that ushers-in the Sun Lys. I 'le take this happy Hour to fly this Monster Exit Pyr. Her secret Flight and her two years Concealment Made us suspect that some malicious Planet Had plunged her in her Husbands Fate and cropt Her blooming Vertues with her Tyrant's Crimes We her poor frighted Slaves believed her Dead Cor. No Sir she lives and as the just Reward Of Vertue favour'd with the Smiles of Heav'n Pyr. This Sound has all the Musick of the Sphears The Groans of Mandrakes Curse on th' Hellish Note Aside Cor. Nor is this all the Blessing that I bring ye She that so long sigh'd for her
Phil. Must she stand by and with accusing Eyes See my false Hand the Bridal-Nectar hold See my false Lips salute the Lifted-Gold Whil'st my warm Cheeks with flushing Pleasures glow And warmer Veins with pamper'd Fierceness flow Aside Then see her Traytor in his Nuptial-Bed On Perfumed Down and spreading Odours laid Whil'st her sad Heart with her brim-swelling Eyes Cryes False Philander and then breaks and dyes Oliz. Will you relapse agen and are you going To be the cruel and unkind Philander Did you but fhew me Heav'n to take it from me Phil. Defend me ye Bright Guards of Heav'n Methinks I see Panthea all in Tears and pale As Death opening her perjur'd Murderers Curtains So Chastly Caesar look't so Brutus trembled Oliz. Why this Despair dear Sir Those Sufferings Will dye when you are kind Indeed they will My gentle Looks shall soften all your Fury I 'le love you into Peace as the kind Sun Dispels the Clouds till the rough Tempest dyes Phil. No Angel-form thou art too Bright for me Thou art all Innocence a pure Idea Too Good to mix with foul and drossie Mortals I am all Monster Savage alI that 's ill My Heart 's all canker'd my corrupted Veins Are only fill'd with circulating Poysons In my Blaek Soul Ten thousand Furies dwell Whole Mines of Sulphur and whole Lakes of Hell Oliz. Oh drive these Visionary Horrors hence Dear Sir do not indulge this unkind Frenzy Phil. No Madam from these precious Sweets I 'le flye Take hence this Fiend take hence these Leprous Stems My blasting Eyes and my invenom'd Breath Thou art too Excellent too Divinely Fair To live within my Pestilential Air. Exit Oliz. Were ever Nuptials angry Pow'rs like mine The rest Of my more prosperous Sex compared with me Are Goddesses in glittering Chariots ride And make their Lovers Vassals to their Pride But I poor I Court mine and am deny'd Exeunt Finis Actus Primi ACT THE SECOND Enter Artaban Disguised Attended by his Confident Gobrias Art OH Gobrias How I loath those hated Walls Under that Roof that splendid Pile is lodged The greatest Fiend that ever was ordein'd Heav'ns Instrument of Vengeance that e're took Commission from the Gods and Pay from Hell Olizia Damn'd Impostor Gobr 'T is very strange my Lord that two years Travail With all the Pleasures of the ransack't VVorld Cannot remove that Woman from your Mind Art Ah Gobrias when I first beheld that Beauty By the false Opticks of my wounded Eyes I saw such infinite united VVonders I thought the Magazin of the Blind God His Darts his Quivers all his Arms were there At last I marryed her and thought my self Possessor of a Jewel much more worth Than all the Treasures of the East But Oh! My Diamond proved but Glass false brittle Glass Oh she had lost her Honor She that look'd All Health without within was all Contagion Gob. My Lord might I advise you you should scorn her Leave her and her detested Crimes to Fate Search Nature's store and find some worthier Choice T' adorn your Nuptial-Bed Get a Divorce And marry once agen Some brighter Beauty Would soon dispel her faint and sullyed Image Art No Gobrias for her sake I loath the Sex They are all treacherous Joys Even when they melt In our Embraces we but bath in Poysons Gob. Alas Sir those are but the monstrous Forms Which the false Light of your wild Thoughts presents you Come Sir let some more charming Face convert you You cannot guess the Charms attend on Marriage Where Love and Virtue make the Bridal-Musick Art Could I embrace thy Councel I were happy But know I loved and dyed for that fair Devil And my wrong'd Love is turn'd t'invetrate Hate VVhil'st from that Soursce Eternal Vengeance flows Gob. If then you are resolved to be your own And her Tormentor VVhy in this Disguise Art O yes The Mine is not yet strong enough to blow up This Trayt'ress by returning thus unknown And in Disguise perhaps I may surprize her Dallying i' th' Arms of a strong-sinew'd Favourite Or revelling amongst a Herd of Satyres Whil'st some fair Cupid with his wanton Ayres Stretches her slack'ning Veins and tunes her Blood Up to a Pitch so high fit for th'Embrace Of his own Mothers fierce hot War-like God Oh had I Rage enough to tear her Heart out And make the Blood of this false Scorpion cure me Enter walking at Distance Corinna Cor. Oh thou unhappy Princess that such Love And so much Beauty should deserve no more This dull Philander blind to his own Glory Flyes from those very Arms Art Corinna here Her Cozen and her Confident Madam Cor. A Stranger here at this dark Hour Offers to go Art Corinna stay 't is Artaban that calls thee Cor. Prince Artaban Ye Gods is he alive Poor Princess now thou art compleatly wretched Aside What Ruins does this rising-Planet threaten Are all the Stories of your Watry-Grave False as the Oceans Smiles in which Fame told us Art Yes they are all false false as the Oaths of Women Cor. How Sir Art False as that Trayt'ress that I left behind me Dangers I met and Shipwrack I have suffer'd And after two years Travail am return'd To tell you that I Live But Cozen say How fares our lusty Widow Cor. Cruel Prince Art I mean our young brisk Wife the Fair Olizia Cor. Undone by her unkind ungrateful Lord Art Poor Lady Cor. How could you be so barbarously Jealous Did she deserve it from you Art No not she 'T is true I had the Satisfaction on My Nuptial Day to know the great Lord Lysias Had tasted her dear easy Sweets before me But why should I be Jealous Alas kind Man He had only eased me of my first Nights Trouble And laid a good Foundation for a Bridegroom Cor. Fye Sir But what black Monster told you this Art Only the dearest Friend I have on Earth Cor. His Name Art Araxes that brave Gallant Man He that would run thro all the angry Elements And meet even Death in any shape to serve me This kind Araxes being return'd from Travail And hearing that the King design'd to give me Olizia flew with all the VVings of Friendship To quench the threatning Fire but came too late The fatal Knot was tyed Then in my Ears He breath'd a Story of that dreadful Accent Told me I had took that Viper to my Bosom Cor. Hold your Cariere Pray how came this Araxes So wise so knowing VVhence had he this wondrous Intelligence of all her private Sins Art From her own Bawd Lord Lysias Confident He could have told me all their stoln Amours And Assignations for three Years together Had he suspected when he left this Kingdom Her VVitchcrafts would have led my Soul astray Cor. And all this you believed Now hear your Folly Suppose that Treacherous Lord design'd t' abuse you What fitter Instrument than this Araxes Who makes so sure a Traytor as a Friend Art The brave Araxes scorn'd it Cor.
Farewel Offers to go Phil. Oh stay dear Angel stay Oliz. No my unkind false Lord Farewel for ever Phil. Stay but one Minute Stay mistaken Sweetness Do not forsake your Loyal Prostrate Slave To fly me thus would be to leave me Damn'd To doubt my Love you Stab me By my Life My Oaths are True The Gods can witness for me They see They know my Heart my Truth my Soul Oliz. Oh false Philander stop that Fatal Eloquence Such were the very Sounds that first undid me Thou Love No cruel Man speak it no more I will not hear the Name It is a Sound That I will never never hear again Go Perjur'd Revel in her dearer Arms And whil'st your Love does your new Pleasures take My dying Groans your Bridal-Musick make Exit Phil. Stay Cruel Fair Remorseless Tyrant stay Lys. When I Preserved your Life I did not come to bring you half these Torments Phil. Why then Did thy untimely Kindness bring me Life Lys. Is Life a Plague then 'cause 't is brought by me Ah Cruel Have these Eyes so much of Terrour That you had rather Dye than meet their hated Sight Am I so much forgotten Phil. Ah! No more Shame and Confusion overwhelms my Soul Thus low a Blushing Perjur'd Criminal falls And Injur'd Fair to thee for Mercy calls Such Shame such Horrours from my Guilt arise I dare not look on those offended Eyes Lys. Hold Heart Phil. But False and Perjur'd as I am My Heart did not too basely play the Traytour I was not False before I thought thee Dead But now Fair Sweetness thou Reviv'st too late Love and Olizias Charms demand me all I 've made those Vows which I must ne'r Recall Lys. Is 't not enough I Live to see you Perjur'd But you must take the Pride to own it too Go Faithless Man But Faithless as you are Glory and Crowns lye at your Feet whil'st I Go seek some Melancholy Cell and Dye Exit Phil. Strike home dear Thunder End end my Lingring Pains Am I not Dead yet What Lover ever felt my Wounds and Liv'd Was ever Man surrounded with my Glory Th' intire Possessor of the Hearts of Two Majestick Beauties so Divinely Fair And yet I 'm doom'd to Famish in Despair So the poor Naked Slave digs in the Mine And sees the Glitt'ring Ore around him shine Yet does with hopeless Eyes that Wealth behold Wretched and Starved amidst a Mine of Gold Exit SCENE Changes Enter Artaban Art What 's Nature and the Pow'r that Governs it Man is the Puppet of the Gods and Moves Backwards or Forwards as they please to Dance him Now could I Laugh to find my Self a Fool And yet be Mad to think I can't be otherwise Where 's all my Blust'ring Roaring Storm against Olizia Hush't and Calm'd and all because A Foolish Girl had Power to stroak me Gentle My great Foundation 's laid in Sand One Minute Fierce as encount'ring Lyons and the next I 'm Tamer than the meekest Beast they Prey on Enter Lysandra But here she comes Lys. After I had Redeem'd The Lives of Innocents I could not take This mighty Blessing from your Hands and not Return to pay my Thanks upon my Knees Art Oh Rise What other Lives have you to Save What to Destroy What New Commands to Execute What Tow'rs to Scale What Rocks to Plow up What Mountains to Level For I Love you so I could do all this in a Breath to serve you Be free dear Charming Witch command thy Obedient Devil Lys. Love me Art Oh wond'rously Try me like Hercules I could Act all his Labours o're again And when I had done throw off my Lyon's Skin Then take his Distaff and sit down and Spin. Lys. What cruel Words are these Art If this be Cruel I 'le try a kinder way of Love to please you Seizes her Lys. Lys. Ah Sir What do you mean Art To use you Lovingly To Revel in the Charms of this soft Breast And surfeit on Delights on which a God might Feast Lys. Oh Sir If ever Virtue Mercy Pity Dwelt in your Noble Breast Art If ever Passion And warm Desire dwelt in my Boyling Veins I Love thee Ruffles her Lys. Is this Love Art No tho this be not I 'le shew thee what it is before we part Lys. Do not mistake Can it be Love to offer all that Violence For which you would both Hate your self and me Art By Heav'ns 't is like enough I loved Olizia That Morning that I Marryed her above The spangled Skyes and all the Joys within 'em Yet before Night I loath'd her worse than Hell Yet now I think on 't I ne'r tasted of her Charms But I 'le be Kind and Riot in Thy Arms. In these soft Chains for ever bind me thine They know the Treasure best who search the Mine Lys. Oh Sir if you pursue these wicked Ends What Triumph will a Virgins Ruin be To make a poor lost Creature shun the Light And call on Rocks and Mountains t'hide her Shame Art Talk not of Shame but think of Love dear Love The Business and the Pride of your Creation Yield yield or I must force your stubborn Pride Lys. Oh hold Sir I had a Virtuous Father Who taught me still that where was such a word As Conjur'd Devils up Eclips't the Sun Made Earthquakes Blazing-Stars and Blew Hell-Fire Art Why do you Treat me thus like Cruel Judges Who speak them Fairest who they mean shall Dye Without thy dear Embraces I 'm but Dead Lys. Ah Sir Consider what you ask me which when You 've once obtain'd you 'll hate and loath me for 't Call your self Fool for loving such a one As had not such a poor Degree of Virtue To keep her Virgin Chastity unblemish't Pity your self destroy not in one Act So many Deeds of VVorth past and to come Then pity me Let not my guilty Soul Make my own Shadow fearful fill my Dreams With Frights and Startings all my Life with Horrours Ashamed in Company alone Unquiet Weary of Life and yet afraid to Dye Art No more no more VVhat Sense can Virtue speak Th' hast Sacrificed my wicked Thoughts and thence The Spirit of Sacred Ones shall rise Extracted And Cleansed from all their Dross Divinest Maid I never Loved thee half so well as now Lend me thy Hand Kisses Unutterable Sweetness Nectar and Heav'n Oh my Transported Soul Gods Could my Burning Lust that Brand of Hell Attempt to set this VVorld of Sweets on Fire And not Alarm all your Bright Starry Host Her Heavenly Guard to Strike the Monster dead Lys. Name it no more Your Noble Penitence Has gain'd your Pardon both from Heav'n and Me. Art I thank ye Gods Oh Love I am thy Convert Fair injur'd Innocence I 'm no more Thy Impious Idolater Thou' rt now My Goddess and my Vows are all Divine By Hymen's Holy Rites I 'le make thee Mine Lys. Oh my hard Fate Ah Sir What do you mean Art To make Attonement for the Blackest