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read there your Crimes gives her a letter There markt in Characters too plain and foul Farewell for ever Madam for I dare not stay To see your blushes blab my destiny But must in silence part and calmly dye Exit Miranda Sola Mir. False to Alberto this the Evidence Is this the Gorgon turns his heart to flint I dare not see this narrow Vault of death Not that I fear my death for that were wellcome But yet I dread there lies some putrid earth Couch'd in the dark abode lest these black letters With every turn shou'd curl into a Snake Will wind and twist about my dearest honour And taint my ●potless truth with infamy Thus I secure it then nor will I trouble Tears the Letter My conscious innocence with false alarms But banish all encroaching passions But Love and Grief from out this troubl'd breast And leave th' unerring Gods to judge the rest Exit Enter Vice-Roy Ricardo and Attendants V. R. I care not 't is resolv'd Ric. Pardon me Sir I have no other int'rest but your peace Which to preserve I 'de shipwrack all my own V. R. How is my peace endanger'd in Alberto Ric. I 'm hush'● Sir he 's my friend only this beware V. R. Ricardo your words hang ill together Disjoynted words speak a disjoynted meaning You talk as if there were some mistery 'T were fit I knew and yet you 're loath to tell Is he not Loyall Ric. Loyall he may be Sir for ought I know I never fear'd the sharpness of his Sword Or to defend his Country or di●turb it 'T is true in Peace 't will hardly rust within the Sheath For ●avern brawls and quarrells in the Stews Nor think I there 't will rust with too much blood Therefore your Daughter V. R. Speak what of my Daughter Ric. There must he wound you Sir there ●ound the vein You think he loves her Sir perhaps he may Who wou'd not love to be the Vice-Roys Son Courted Esteem'd nay more Admir'd by all And held the Favorite both of Heaven and Earth But if avert it Heaven Experience tells you He courted more tha● Title then your Daughter Vi. R. I know your meaning but no more of that What I 've decreed stands firm sixt as a Rock Not to be shaken w●th your blust'ring reason Prudence in Rulers is the Helm of State Which lost the wandring Bark's a Prey to fate Spl●ts on the Rocks and sinks into the Sand Reason that ma●n'd her cannot then Command The Ribs are burst the helm in pi●●●s torn The Rudder lost the Bark is surely go●e Either you argue I 've renounc'd that Prudence In taking him into my heart and House After long wading into his inmost thoughts And sounding all the Shallows of his Soul Or there 's some hidden Cause for this aversion Ric. Pardon my Lord the hasty zeal I 've shown Some brandisht bolt be levell'd at my head And rivet me to earth If I have ought To move me thus but duty and my Love aside Enter Miranda But see your Daughter Sir Mir. I had forgot T' was rashly done to tear the Letter Then leave it here For which forgive me Credulo●s Alberto Ha! my Father here Starts Vi. R. Miranda Mir. My Lord. V. R. Why does a Father's presence thus surprize you But that 's a trifle to those greater wonders Which amaze me more Why Child this strange disorder What mean those swol'n eyes and falling tears Is this the Picture of Triumphant Love Drest in the Visage of a black despair Are shours the Prologue to the rising Sun Or Harbingers of an ensuing Storm Ric. My Plot has took thanks to my witty Stars aside V. R. I cannot guess the meaning sure Alberto Must know the Cause speak was he here to day Mir. He was my Lord Oh fatall interview V. R. Fatall to what be quick and give me ease Is it your speedy Nuptials that are fatall By Heaven if such a thought were starting in you After all your Pleadings and my Conquer'd Pride You should be Married in the other World Mir. Alas that heavy Curse comes now too late Since Love has made me wretched beyond all hopes Of ever being blest or happy more He came my Lord but with a face so alter'd He rather seem'd the Ghost of my Alberto Then ey'd me as I were a Basilisk Revenge and Love jarr'd in his eyes a while But strait the fiercer passion gain'd the Conquest To all the Endearments of my joyfull Love He answer'd only with a Gloomy silence But soon as I discover'd your consent He storm'd and rav'd aloud then wisht me joy Talk't of Antonio falshood and revenge Whilst all my tears inflam'd him but the more V. R. I understand you not Ha! Ricardo Ric. You see my eye was piercing to discern V. R. Speak once again but speak it to the dead For they 'le solve such a riddle soon as I. Ric. I am no Oedipus yet can construe this He 's false or thinks her so which is as bad if not worse V. R. Oh! give me patience Heaven for this affront Which thus reflects upon my Masters honour And wipes the Sacred Oyl from off his head There 's ne're a proud Italian of you all Shall dare to ro●ze my fiery Jealous rage And scape it's fury Guards go seize the Traytor Mir. Hold hold Kind Sir and hear your Daughter speak Vi. R. Shame to my blood woud'st thou excuse the Villain Breath but a word for him that dares abuse Thy Fathers condescention and thy Love And I 'le proclaim thee Bastard and not mine Mir. I must speak for Love like mine 's invincible And like the Palm suppress'd does higher rise I wou'd excuse him too but impossible Perhaps some busy ●iend has been at work To interrupt the Calm which we enjoy'd And Shipwrack all our hopes with one dire blast What Virtue 's proof against the assaults of malice Vi. R. That ●iend is lodg'd within his treacherous breast There lies the Snake which stings my honour thus I● vain you 'd bribe my Justice with your tears The Ballance must fall down and crush Alberto Mir. Since you 're resolv'd oh hear me on my knees I beg of you this last this only favour Load me with all the chains his Crimes deserve And let my death glut your mistaken rage Vi. R. Fond Love-sick Fool then woud'st thou dye for him Mir. With as much Joy as Martyrs for their Faith Dye to preserve him for anothers Arms And bless the Stroke which gives Alberto life Vi. R. I finde my resolution Staggers here and thou hast tam'd the Lion in my Soul Rise Ric. 'T is well and fortune hitherto's my friend Did he secure him there wou'd be a search aside Deep in the bottom of my close design And all my industry were countermin'd If that my Loyallty were not ill manner'd I wou'd advise you Sir to curb your rage Till proof imprint the Stamp of Justice on 't And if your Highness shall think me

head But oh too late as well I might call back Times fleeting sand or bid the labouring Sun Turn retrogade in its diurnall Course For he is gone for ever lost to me Yet think not that I 'le quench thy impurer flames I 'le sooner seek a Satyr of the Woods Embrace a Leopard mix with ravenous Wolves For they 're more clear and more relenting far But oh D●ath is the wellcom'st guest to me To embrace a shrowd and kiss the weeping Marble Till we 're Incorporate both cold alike So turn like Niobe into a Stone Ant. Instruct me heaven what means this show of rage Madam you load me with a Crime unknown And still forestall what I wou'd say to you But let these fruitless accusations cease And tell me how I have betray'd Alberto Mir. Hast thou not Ant. What Speak Mir. But here I 'me lost again My Father charg'd me not to clear the truth And Tyrant duty compells me to obey Enter Maria. What means that ghastly look Maria speak Dost thou bring ought of comfort or despair Mar. I 'le speak the truth howe're it fatall prove Just now arriv'd some Soldiers to your father Who say they 've seiz'd Alberto and Ricardo For Duelling Mir. What and Imprison'd too Mar. Worse Madam your enrag'd Father swears His life is forfeit and it shall be paid Yet now has sent to bring Ricardo to him Mir. Oh Tyrant Father greater Tyrant thou to Ant. Who Triumphs thus over two bleeding hearts Which both expire by thy Treachery Ant. I 'me at a loss for words to express my wonder Madam I 'me hush● and will accuse no more Since I 'me confirm'd you love Alberto still But still unkindly you maintain your charge 'gainst me Fill me with blackest Ideas of a Crime I loath to name But I must tell you Madam The fair Astella's Image is rooted here And not to be defac'd by all your Charms Nor think your Fathers grant or vain Ambition Can ever blast my love and make me change Mir. Too late this forc'd Repentance comes from yo● Since Death 's his Doom and not to be repeal'd Ant. I will make reparation tho' not guilty Such reparation Madam will convince you That friendship's dea●er to this breast then life Mir. What can'st thou do to counterveil his death Ant. I 'le save him tho' I perish in th' attempt I 'le ransome from him his unjust confinement Or leave my life to appease your jealousy Mir. This will be noble and may clear my doubts Go and success attend your brave endeavours Away and give me life or death since my weak thread Depends on his and drops when he 's cut off Exit Mir. Mar. Ant. Alberto thus confin'd It shall not be I 'le snatch him from the very jaws of Death And shield him from the stroke of angry fate Going Enter Astella Ast. Turn thee Antonio turn Ambitious youth Ant. My dear Astella here O my fair Saint This is a day of wonders mighty wonders Such as must Separate a while my Soul And force me to thy Brother and my friend Ast. Wonders indeed that such a Votary As you shou'd turn Apostate unto Love And pay your vows unto another Saint Ant. Ha my Astella this is still more strange In what perplexity am I involv'd I think the Planets tread in mistick rounds And all the Stars are hatching fatall riddles Ast. In vain you 'd seek a shroud to hide your guilt Loves jealous eyes with ease can pierce your Soul And mak 't transparent as a Cristall mirror Ant. What a gross fat● has heaven allotted me To make me ignorantly thus a Villain A Villain to my Mistriss and my friend Yet cannot learn my Crime to either Ast. Yet my Antonio why shou'd you prefer The barren and uncertain joys ambition yields Before Loves calmer and more solid sweets How have you call'd yo● shining Orbs to witness The purer flame which circl'd in your breast And swore the fixed Stars shou'd change their sphere E're you forgot Astella for another Ant. Was ever love in such a maze as mine That all her softness cannot melt my nature The rugged figure of Alberto's prison aside Has rac'd out for a while the impressions of my love Credit me Madam I can never change Then speak not words so fatall to my peace Nor from this sullen temper fondly gather I Love no more but ange● clouds my Love Ast. Heaven knows and you what cloud eclipses it But I 'le repine no longer at your choice Nor think I 'm wretched whilest Antonio's happy But let me beg you to defer your joys Till I am wither'd by a milder grief And languish by a gentle death from you Ant. This kindness from her wounds me but the deeper Since I want power to make a fit return By heaven my heart is yours as it was ever But I must pay a duty to my friend Which done I will return and doubly blest Whilst he shall give your hand but yo● the rest Exit Ast. This ill-tun'd Joy's but a forc'd harmony These words are all but Mandrakes notes to me Yes my Antonio thou art false inconstant As the leaf that 's blown with every winde I read it in his eyes yet cannot chide It were not rigor shou'd I blame the false one And vent the sorrows of an injur'd Love But oh I cannot be so much a Woman Ye Powers that form'd this peice of Misery Why made ye me so soft and him so cruell Yet er'e I will proceed some means I 'le try Which if they fail there still remains to dye Thus I 'le r●deem the credit of my Sex For when my fatall Story shall be told Succeeding times shall change their harsh decree And with united Voices all agree That Man 's the Emblem of Inconstancy Exit ACT III. SCENE I. A Prison Enter Jaylor with Purses Iay. Be true to thy Profit still say I Stephano Ricardo has given me fifty checquins to release him and says he 'le save my throat and be my friend at Court when at the same time her● are some come with Orders from the Vice-Roy to free him which he knows not of Again here 's within young Antonio who has given me a hundred more for his friend the Lord Alberto now 't is a Sin to refuse Iove descending in a golden shower into my lap and a greater Sin to be hang'd Well Stephano lay thy wits together and for once outwit a Statesman and out-promise a Courtier who 's there Enter Officers with two or three more Offi. Is my Lord Ricardo ready yet Iay. Sir he 's a little busy at present and desires no noise near him but if you 'l be pleas'd to retire and wait at the door facing St. Iaques's I 'le conduct him to you strait Offi. Well make hast honest Jaylor Exeunt Iay. I think I nick't it just i' th nick Wit and Pollicy together that 's too much for once but now to my business goes and unlocks a door My Lord you

then By cutting off it's sure●t prop that 's left Or do they think I am my Masters Log A Passive thing for them to tread upon Ric. Now all my Plots are ripe my golden hopes aside Are ready for projection Perhaps my Lord Miranda was the occasion of this mallice V. R. What sayst thou Ric. Alas what have I said indeed Per●aps what shall I say Miranda Sir V. R. Miranda Sir why sticks your story there As if it ended in Miranda's name Ric. Nothing but Sir another thought disturb'd me V. R. Another no Sir 't is that thought disturbs you You eccho'd to Miranda with a sigh I 'le have it out be quick and do not urge me Ric. Oh do not force me Sir to such a Crime V. R. A Crime I 'me amaz'd Ric. You will be Sir amaz'd when I shall tell it But spare my life and grant me a reprieve V. R. Your life Ricardo Ric. Yes Sir my life which if I speak is forfeited And I must disobey if silent Yet 't is resolv'd I 'le dye a thousand deaths Rather then brand my Loyalty but oh My words will strike it dead and silence blasts it They blow away my fame so dearly priz'd And all for one rash error of my tongue V. R. I 'me all dissolv'd in wonder Ric. Yet I will speak you 've forc'd it from my breast And pull'd my heart-strings with it kneels Sir I love her Now tread th' aspiring worm to its Element Now gather in your breath rally the wand'ring attoms To curse this proud Ambitious Traytor dead Yet why am I thus my own Accuser When I shou'd blame my fate and not my will Forgive my heedless Stars forgetfullness And O permit the monster to retire To the Chaos whence it sprung and where it ever Had buried laid and in perpetuall darkness But that you Sir by a Diviner influence With one Command like a prevailing Charm Struck life into the confused heap of matter And usher'd to the light the unwilling birth V. R. Ricardo rise I find my Spirits sink Trembling to mix my Nobler blood with his Yet thus I 'de cut Alberto to the heart Tying this knot I untwine his thread of life And cheaply gain to rule his fate and him 'T is done my anger has ore'come my pride And rage has conquer'd what De●ert cou'd never Ricardo Ric. My Royall Lord. V. R. Have you consider'd what you 've said Or has my goodness thus embolden'd you Ric. I 've weigh'd Great Sir your goodness and your high descent On the other side my weak and empty merits Your favour was the Air in which I breath'd But soon as Justice had near gain'd the Cause Love Tyrant Love that Arbitrary Boy Kick'● up the ballance broke the Sacred Scales And like Divinity without respect Is equally obey'd by King and Peasant V. R. Ricardo Justice has obtain'd the Cause Embraces My Son but take that title without her For when I think of her the thought 's a Curse Ric. Ha! do I dream or did you say my Son Let me for ever thus embrace your knees For Words wou'd be allay unto my gratitude V. R. Rise my best friend and since it must be so To morrow she is yours Ric. But Sir V. R. Yes Spite of her resistance my Ricardo She 's yours or heavens But now no more Th' approaching midnight warns us unto rest Sleep but this night my Son secure from harms The next you Anchor in Miranda's arms Exit Ric. Thus like an Eagle when he Soars above And cuts the yielding Air to seize his quarry Basks in the Clouds and glances tow'rds the earth Then seems to drive his flight another way But all is to delude his easy prey So I like the new Marriners o' th Court By different points steer to my wish●t for port By being ●animede I cozen Iove But since I 'me favour'd by the Powers above Be still the rest and be Triumphant Love Exit The Scene changes to a Yard behind the Prison Enter Lopez with a Party of Rabble Lop. Come my brave Friends let us attack these sawcy Walls that dare con●ine my Master treacherously betray'd into the Nooze by a Cowardly Courtier 1st Rab. What Courtier honest Lopez I 'le spit him upon the point of a needle unless he be a friend to our Society a modish foppish one Lop. Nay then I have him fast Aside 'T is he that has kept all this coil about fashions who to please the Vice-Roy wou'd metamorphose us all into Spaniards that is wou'd cut your trade shorter by the sleeves 1st Rab. Oh how my blood boils against the Villain what turn us all into Children with hanging-sleeves and clip our profit with the shears of his ambition and avarice my blood 's as hot as if there were a 100. fleas stimulating my courage 2d Rab. What 's his name that we may go on men never commenc'd Heroes by talk but action Now I think on 't these walls are tame things enough they 'le suffer a blow without returning it nor are there any port-holes to kill a man unawares if they within will be Civill we 'le deal most manfully with the o●t-guards Lop. Pray give me leave 'T is he who wou'd banish long Toledo and wou'd bring in a new kind of a harmless Rapier of a foot and a half long to prevent duells nay he motion'd once that Gentlemen shou'd wear wooden blades so that we shou'd not have had a murder in a whole week 3d. Rab. O' the Villain there 's my occupation defunct but who is it all this while Lop. No matter now to our business know you for what you came here 1st Rab. Yes to free your master Lop. Do you know how he came to prison 2d Rab. Upon his legs our business is to take him from it and not to examine how he came to 't Lop. Then where 's the justice of your Cause 3d. Rab. In our Swords where shou'd it be Cause q●otha why Lawyers deal with Causes and they●re no fighting men Lop. Very wittily argu'd but soft who●s here are they friends or enemies hark●ye my Lads if these prove foes stand ●our ground stoutly while I valiantly qui● mine aside Enter on the other side Bernardo with another Party of Rabble Ber. Now Heroes since we are embark't so far on this honourable expedition let us consider further what we have to do This is all the contrivance of that damn●d Rascall Lopez Lop. Hum 't is Bernardo come upon the same design with me but I 'le send him away Come on friends this is the Servant to that Courtier I told you of come to release his master and hinder our design he has but two or three softheads with him say shall we let him Omn. No no knock him down knock him down Ber. Hold hold I beg your pardon Seignior Lopez what I said of you was but a complement in Masquerade Lop. You have it for that ●ine expression but now I must chastise you for something else

I clear your f●ars and doubts my Lord I griev'd Great Sir your kindness for Ricardo Must Sacrifice the affections of a Daughter And promist to prepare the Potion for her When urg'd by grief to that Extremity But hoping you 'de revoke the cruell Sentence When fearing the effects by such a loss I workt her fancy to believe that Poyson Which only dull'd the vigour of the Spirits Mir. I was mistaken but yet so kindly I d'e wish for ever to be so deceiv'd V. R. Antonio pardon all the wrongs you 've born And take my friendship as return in part Embraces him Ant. Great Sir this grace has more than cancell'd all But let me beg your Highnesses consent To make me happy in this fair Ladies Love V. R. This Lady Alb. Astella Sir my Sister V. R. You have it Sir but why in this disguise Ant. Plung'd in the same mistake that threatn'd all She came on some designe to try my Love Mir. Sister for so I must for ever call you Pardon my forc'd neglect of you unknown Ast. Your own misfortunes are a sufficient plea. Salute Clashing of Swords within Enter Fabio with his Sword drawn Fab. Great Sir Ricardo breaking from his Prison Comes like a Torrent Spite of opposition And forcing all the Guards that bar'd his way With a drawn Sword wrested from their hands ●s entring here But see he comes Enter Ricardo with a Sword V. R. Infernall Monster was ever sight like this That Villany shou'd make a Coward Valiant Can hell breath virtue Yes a brutall one But thus I 'le meet and crush the monstrous birth Ric. Here Sir wreak all your fury on this Villain Think not I 'de offer at your Sacred life throws his Sword to the V. R. Death I am come to seek but since your Guards Have fail'd and I 've the Noblest from your hand Strike Sir for I 'me prepar'd V. R. Prepar'd 't is false When Thousand Crimes like weights press'd down thy Soul Yes thou art ready Slave for hell thou' rt ripe Lust and Ambition have rac'd out the Man And being a Devil thou long'st to be at home Ric. 'T is true I 'me worse then you can paint me Sir Therefore to ask a pardon were to arraign heaven●s Justice And make its Mercy Pandar to my sins Why are you slow then to be Heavens Avenger V. R. I will avenge it but another way Guards seize him once again and mark me all Your Lives are forfeit for the next escape In chains he shall behold Alberto's Nuptials That he may swell with envy till he burst Ric. By heaven not all your Armies here should seize me Pardon me Sacred Sir I say they shou'd not Not that I dread to see the happy Nuptials For every binding word wou'd ease my Soul Yes Sir I joy more for their happiness Than I can grieve for my own sordid baseness But to lye lingri●g in a lazy prison Wou'd rob expecting Justice of its prey Therefore to satisfy the hovering Sword Thus I 'me Ricardo's Executioner offers to stabs himself Alb. interposes and takes it from him Alb. Hold and may heaven forgive what 's past as I do now O Sacred Sir or if the name of Father Can plead more strongly pitty this Penitent I read a deep Contrition in his eyes Let him not fall a Victim to despair When one kind breath can blow away his Crimes And cause the horrid Leprosy to vanish Ric. This goodness from you Noble Generous Youth Sinks me the deeper O restore the dagger For since all hope of pardon 's fled away Nothing can torture me like this delay V. R. To recompence the wrongs which you 've sustain'd What is 't I wou'd not do but Son beware Take heed how you believe these new-coin'd looks And these false sighs lest they shou'd prove infectious For Proteus-like he can take every shape Scrue himself up into an humble Saint To serve his black designs and if that miss Strut like a Peacock in his gaudy trim And shew all Lucifer nay he can make Even Contradictions meet to gain his ends Ric. Therefore kind Sir kill me lest I work more mischief Alb. But now that borrow'd habit 's quite thrown off Stript by the Vulture Conscience of his Plumes Kneel kneel Ricardo for methinks I see A calm of pitty gently chase the Tempest And smooth the furrows of his angry brow Both kneel Think of the power of Love Great Sir what heart is proof What Virtue is so strong and Adamantine Which the resistless heat of his Attacques Cannot melt to Vice V. R. Rise both Ricardo rise For sure such Generosity must awe thee And force each start of Envy to retire Therefore I pardon you your life but for your Crimes Banish you for ever from our Court Ric. Ha! pardon did you say name it again For yet I cannot trust my Credulous ears V. R. You may Ric. O Sir let me devour your feet Gr●w to the Earth in prostrate Adoration And end my life in this so happy Transport Hence to some gloomy Desert I 'le retreat Black as my Crimes and my deserved fate Where no kind Cell or Neighbouring Lodge is found But wild Campain and bare unhospitable ground There from my breast vollies of sighs shall rise Shall thaw th' Avenging Justice of the skies To mercy while the pittying Gods shall dain To give me back my I●nocence again There my last stake in Penitential tears In rigid Pennance Fasts and Midnight Prayers● I 'le spend till heaven and you I can attone And merit this forgiveness you have shown Exit Guarded Enter Lopez Bernardo and Soldiers 1. Sol. May it please your Highness V. R. What means your Insolence 1. Sol. This Importunate fellow because he help'd me to save that Lords life pretends I owe him something Now I make your Highness my Judge V. R. I understand you therefore let each man Have Twenty Crowns Alb. Lopez I shall reward you for your care Ant. And you Bernardo may remain with me Ber. I thank you Sir for I was terribly afraid of my Master V. R. But all their Services had been in vain Had not Maria brought this last reprieve Which I shall Study how to recompence Alb. Now my Miranda since the fates are kind We may reflect upon our dangers past As a befriended Traveller returns And when his Country 's grown familiar with him His fancy roves o're all the dismall Scene The roling Seas the fearfull beasts of prey And all the Terrours that beset his way Whilst every horrour swells his trembling joy And still renews those pleasures which wou'd ●●oy Then for a Monument we 'le Erect this Rule And fix it on the Portall of Loves School Few Lovers can be always in the Right Mistakes and Quarrells heighten their Delight FINIS EPILOGUE Spoken by Mr. Montfort STay Gentlemen and give your Suffrages For on your Votes depends Ricardo's pe●ce Doom'd to be exil'd as I past along The Poet singl'd me from out the throng Frowning he charg'd me er'e I went away To come and beg excuse for his dull Play Which if I gain'd he promis'd to repeal The hasty doom of his Poetick zeal But by my hast my message I 've forgot I must say something yet I know not what But only this 't is to both Sexes sent And to the one but a rough complement The Men he fears not for he says he writ So dull to please and he is sure t' will hit Where ten dull Fops are for one Man of Wit Who if the Writer stumbles on a thought Dam it they cry the B●ttle brought that out But if insipid they cry One and All Oh 't is unaffected strange and naturall Like Mahomet who Whoredome does allow Because a Crime which Nature prompts us to But from the Ladies on a double Score I wou'd a favourable glance implore You like an Adamant the M●n attract What e're gains your assent they make an Act See how the Criticall Committee wait From your fair brows the Poets doubtfull fate Do not for once then blast the infant bud Which by your Sunshine may in time grow ripe and good But if no favour you design t' impart But rather with his numerous foes take part He Swears he cares not for your cruelty But says he 'l go on Pilgrimage with me And the whole ●rain of Fops and Beaux defy