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A45651	The mistakes, or, The false report a tragi-comedy, acted by their Majesties servants / written by Mr. Jos. Harris ; the prologue written by Mr. Dryden ; the epilogue by Mr. Tate.	Harris, Joseph, ca. 1650-ca. 1715.; Mountfort, William, 1664?-1692.; Dryden, John, 1631-1700.; Tate, Nahum, 1652-1715.	1691 (1691)	Wing H865; ESTC R4488	60,524	88

Sure this will sound him Aside Ant. I was indeed a happy Lover once Sighs Ast. Ha! Once did he say oh heavens then 't is too true aside Ant. But now my Love is gone I know not whither My Dear Astella if thou' rt fled to heaven Oh let me know●t that I may follow thee If still on earth I 'le pray the whispering winds That they 'de conduct me to thy dark abode I 'le beg the Trees to bow their leafy heads And point me out the Mansion of my Love What shall I think for to suspect thy truth Or doubt Alberto's words were sure a Crime Ast. I know not what this musing does portend But I will try him once again My noble Lord Cast not a wretched youth to the wide world Who cannot live a moment absent from you Why are you sad Give me to know the Cause Kneels I 'le sit and sing and charm your griefs asleep Lye at your feet like weeping Philomell And hush your sorrows with my pleasing airs And when the morning dawns I 'le be your Lark To wellcome with my joyfull notes the coming day Thus we 'le perform and pass the time away Thus spend the melancholy hours making grief a pleasure And scorning all the follies of the laughing world Ant. Such pleasing softness did I never hear And still the more I look the more I still desire In every feature methinks I read Astella The very air that bears the charming sounds Ecchoes Astella to my wondring ears R●se gentle Youth so sweet an advocate Must needs obtain the cause tho' ne're so hard If then kind Florimo you 'd share in a disorder'd heart And be the sad Companion of my woes But do not for they 'l blast thy tender form And wither all thy blooming hopes to death Ast. Alas 't is all the blessing I wou'd wish To share your woes since I 'me already More unfortunate and wretched then you er'e can be Ant. Oh 't is impossible but tell me how thou art wretched Ast. By Love that soft disturber of my peace And by my friend Ant. Grant heaven it be not so with me aside Ast. Doubt not your Mistriss safety nor your Friend If conscious innocence says you love her still Ant. Love her thy silly question stabs my very Soul None can behold Astella and not love her Not Orpheus when he charm'd the fiery gates of hell And gain'd an entry to the vast abiss Had half that Love for his Euridice Nor when he rescu'd from the God of night His beauteous prize and the same hour lost her Felt half my hell of torture and despair Ast. Oh charming words which like Promethean fire Kindles the embers of expiring life and love And like the Arabian Chimist can extract A Ph●nix from the ashes of her Sire My Joy's too great to be contain'd Here let me breath my Soul out at your feet Kneeling And fly an Angell to the other world Refin'd by so divine a good as yours Ant. What means the Youth Rise and resolve my doubts Why does my declaration thus affect you Ast. Tune to his voice ye musick of the spheres To finde such virtue 'mongst corrupted Man Is sure a Subject for Fames golden Trumpet To find your Love like Vestall fire guarded When every foe does lend a breath against it Safe and un●ully'd in that hollow'd Shrine Ant. So nice a sence of virtue from a Boy Is strange and must proceed from ●omething stranger Ast I Swore to wander thro' the spacious world Till death wou'd put an end to all my woes To finde some Lover of so clear a truth The same when slighted or his Mistriss dead And now I 've found the noblest of our Sex I 'le be your Servant or your Sacrifice And never part till parted from my self Ant. I am amaz'd at such surprizing words But 't is a pleasing wonder Come my Boy I 'le crown thy wishes thou' rt mine for ever Embraces him Instruct my Virtue that seeing thee I may Read Lectures of Astella every day But yet I want to know the Story of thy life The many wrongs thou hast sustain'd and pass'd And all the pretty murmurings of thy grief Ast. By a long Siege I Storm'd my Mistriss heart And took the Guarded Fortress of her Love Next when I 'de got my only friends consent The Brother of my destin'd Bride Lestella No Isthmus seem'd to bar me from my joys When on the fatall Dawn before our Marriage Urg'd by I know not what mistake my friend Went to his Mistriss call'd her false and perjur'd Said he or I that Night must leave the World At night I heard of his Imprisonment Attended with a thundering peal of Curses From the fair Mistriss of my Friend At length I by my vows to free him had appeas'd her Madded with rage I did mind my own Who with a charming grief reproach'd my falshood I had not time to answer her Complaints But flung away in hast unto my friend Whom I releas'd but he escap'd my sight Strait I receiv'd from him a dreadfull Note Which stab'd me with the News of my Lestilla's death Who fell a Victim to his Jealousy Despairing I abandon'd Sicily And careless of my fate am hither come To wander like a banish'd Criminal quite forlorn This sure will try him since my other fails Aside Ant. What words are these or is it but a dream A Vision of Astella thus adorn'd aside Who comes to try the truth of her suspicions If that my wonder gentle youth wou'd give me leave I 'de say thou hast sav'd me the unwellcome trouble Of telling thee the Story of my life Since thou hast so truly weav'd it with thy own Ast. Not so I hope Sir is your Mistriss dead Ant. There sticks my sate and leaves me in a maze If dead what then remains but strait to follow her Ast. You speak my Lord in riddles If she be dead you wou'd dye to follow her And at the same time own you Love her not Ant. Thou dost not understand me right my Boy Be witness all ye Powers that knew our hearts How much I lov'd that dear departed Saint Ast. Departed whither Ant. Oh that I cou'd resolve thee My Friend enrag'd told me he had slain her But soon recanted and I as soon believ'd Yet now some strange suggestions press my heart anew And fix my wandring fancy to her Image Ast. I hope he 'le not repent of this kind grant Aside Shall I my Lord to sooth your sorrows Sing Ant. Do my Boy whilst I repose me on this bank And bear a part with thee Both sing After the Song she speaks Ast. Rise Rise my Lord I see one coming hither With a grave pace as big with some design Ant. It is Ricardo Florimo away And wait me in the next walk Exit Astella Enter Ricardo musing This is the Cause I fear of all our dire mistakes Now Studying some new Plot I 'le observe him Ric. Thus Virtue 's ever clouded

Fear not my Son Only some Clouds are gather'd by your death But soon your presence will dry up her tears And clear her brow Lead on no longer I 'le defer your Joys Exeunt V. R. Alb. Ant. Mar. O' how I tremble at the dreadfull Scene Ast. and Guards But since a beam of light does warm her hopes And hath dispell'd the Vice-Roys jealous storm Fain'd death shall grasp 'em in a pleasing form Exit The Scene draws and discovers Miranda leaning on a Table A Cup by her She rises Mir. What 's Death that silly Mortals thus shou'd fear it Only a passage to a better Life When the imprison'd Soul throws off its fetters And flys into immortall Liberty Then wellcome Death to Love so pure as mine Which shall imprint an Angells stamp upon it And free my Soul to meet Alberto in the air I come my Love the thoughts of thee so charm me That yet methinks I feel no pain at all The fatall Potion tasted to my pallat Like the rich Nectar that preserves the Gods And I 'me methinks in health only a pleasing faintness Glides thro' my fancy with a cold alarm Here will I sit till I can see my Father To tell him fate has granted me a pasport Then take the wing and fly to endless bliss Song within Enter Vice-Roy Alberto Antonio and Astella Guards and Attendants Scene the last V. R. Weeping Miranda Eternall horror Seize me if she does not smile too So the Sun shines amidst the fiercest showers But why my Daughter speak for it racks my fancy Rise and speak Mir. O' I must never rise Till I mount up an Angell into heaven Alb. To heaven O' my fears Wrap me Eternall night Are these my promi'st joys V. R. O' rise my Child I know it well thou mourn'st Alberto's loss But here is magick in this face to cure thee Presents Alb. to her Mir. Alberto O' ye Powers then does he Live Alb. He lives my Fair one but oh that life 's a Curse Unless you 'l raise that beauteous Map of Heaven And say why dost thou grieve that he 's alive Mir. Have I not cause to grieve and curse my Stars Since we must part for ever part Alberto Alb. For ever part thou kill'st me with the sound Art thou then false the very thought 's a Crime Thro' all this mist I see thy constant flames Dart their kind beams into my tortur'd breast V. R. Why dost thou talk of parting when thy Father Stands here to heal the wounds of injur'd Love Here take Alberto take him to thy arms presents Alb. to her Mir. O Stop that breath of kindness 't is Infectious And tortures me more then the working poyson Alb. The poyson ha V. R. What says my Childe Mir. The fatall deed will out I thought him dead and therefore I contriv'd To drink a poys'nous draught which working up Thro' all the pores of Life shou'd drive the Soul And send it panting to the other World Forgive me Love that 's all I ask oh heavens Alb. I 'le ●ear no more Where 's Providence and all those Sacred Powers That secure Innocence are they all asleep Or is the frame of Nature quite dissolv'd I 've heard how at her latest pangs the World Will strait roll up into the endless heap The Sun be Extinguisht like a Lamp that 's spent The Moon withdraw its Crescent into Night The Stars like pointed Meteors shoot to Chaos The Elements shall run to meet each other And blindly mix their jarring principles And when this beauteous Harmony must dye Shall not one Attom of it cease to move Yes I 'le begin the fatall Sacrifice Is going to the Cup. The V. R. stays him And tell the World what 's due to so much beauty V. R. Hold or you heap new loads of guilt upon me What must you suffer for my impious rashness No let me dye the cursed source of all The Gods themselves are pleas'd when Great Men fall Mir. Forbear or you will hurry me away In a Tempestuous grief Why Father why Alberto Why shou'd you dye I charge ye Live Or you will torture my departed Ghost Which swift as light'ning shall avoid your presence By heaven you 've rais'd a strugling in my breast And peacefull death 's become a spectere to me Alb. O do not plead against thy self Miranda Why art thou poison'd but to follow me Mir. Because my Father wou'd have forc'd my Will But now relenting nature yields to Love And he has given you all that 's left of me Enter Maria. Mar. I see it works Aside V. R. That makes not me less Guilty Death Hell and Vengeance why was I good too late So the fall'n Angells saw their wretched state Repented but alas their heaven was fled And left 'em for reward Despair and Hell Then shall I O black ingratitude shall I For all the smarting wounds which I have made Return him nought but cold M●●anda's Corse A precious Salve to cure a bleeding heart Mar. My plots are ripe and I will give 'em birth aside Great Sir upon my knees ● beg you 'l hear me If heaven restores your dying poison'd Daughter Will you continue in this resolution And give her as sure you ought to Brave Alberto V. R. Why dost thou ask that strange untimely question Cou'd she be sav'd but 't is impossible Altho' the Sighs of injur'd Love ascend like incense Yet my loud Crimes will drown their softer murmures By all their wrongs I 'de drein my dearst blood To quench the raging venome in her breast Then with my latest breath bequeath her to Alberto Mar. O' Sir these generous words Pointing to Miranda Like Charms shall have the Power to raise the Dead Ant. What a Successive change of wonder 's here Mar. Thus I 'le apply their Virtue Rise Madam Mir. What folly 's this Mar. I beg you Madam rise Think that Alberto may or will be yours And strait your Pulse will beat as brisk as ever The blood shall dance and flourish in your cheeks Except what too much grief has d●ein'd away V. R. Ha! does she Live speak but that word Maria I 'le give thee all my treasure Alb. I the World Mar. She Lives my Lord. V. R. O' 't is enough Maria Alb. It is too much thus let me kneel my Saint And look and gaze unto Eternity V. R. Not all the transports of your eager Love Must rob me of the Duty of a Father Alb. I was too blame Here let us kneel Miranda As to a pardoning God and wait our Doom V. R. You take me for the cruell Father still O' rise and do not cloud this Scene of joy Come to my arms Miranda still thou fear'st But thus I 'le crown your happiness and my peace Gives her to Alberto Alb. Which thus I Seal But kind Maria say How hast thou wrought this Cure Or do we dream Rais'd by a false imaginary Joy Mar. Her fancy'd pain indeed is but a dream But thus

unfortunate'●t Dog in the world but Sir as I was saying Ric. Ay Sir pray go on 1. Soul For twenty more we wou'd cut your Honours throat tho' we are so much oblig'd to you for your bounty already R●c How 1. Sol. If your Honour shou'd hire us and pay us well for our pains Ric. Very likely that I 'de hire you to cut my own throat 2. Sol. An you did you 'd not be the first by twenty that have done it Ric. Come no more fooling 1. Sol. Fooling why I tell you Sir 't is our trade we cannot live but by murder and cutting of throats for look you Sir the blood we drink and it makes us fat the hearts we broil and eat with Salt and Vinegar and 't is wholesome food Sir as for the rest o' th body if it be young and tender we make Venison of it and present it to our friends and Benefactoas such as your worship but if tuff and old we give it to Dogs 't is not worth our care or preservation Ric. You say true but now to our business when he comes retire if you can so as to o'rehear us but if not I hope those same unknown things call'd Consciences that can digest murder so well as without making wry faces at it won't baulk a little perjury especially when there 's twenty good hard round pieces of Gold to help it down 2. Sol. Never fear it Sir 't is another limb of our Trade alass we shou'd halt without it why Sir we every day practice it for Widdows who out of tender care for their Children will Sequester some of their Mannors to themselves lest too much plenty shou'd Dabauch ' em 3. Sol. And for such grave Statesmen as your Worships honour when they have a Suit in Law depending or any Friend at Court whom they wou'd give a good Character of to the Goverment Ric. These are fit instruments as Hell cou'd send me And tho' he tamely yeilds him self a Prisoner Yet shall these Hell-hounds still outswear him And baffle Justice with their Impudence Nor will the Vice-Roy now be backward to believe 'em Since rage has blinded him beyond his reason 1. Sol. Sir Sir I hear some body coming I believe 't is our prey Now is my Appetite as sharp as my Sword to be at him Ric. Retire then and observe the Instructions I gave you 1. Sol. We 'le divide the spoil Boys shan't we Omnes Ay ay Agreed but come let 's go Exeunt Ric. Now Nemesis assist your Votary stands at a distance Enter Alberto Alb. The hour is past and yet he is not come As 〈◊〉 in Justice he allow'd me time To think and Steel my Sword for Vengeance Yet why ye Cruel Powers Why have you doom'd me to Revenge The Quarrell of my Love upon my Friend Was 't not enough to hear Miranda false To find a spot in that Meridian Sun That Silver-Swan who once like Leda's twins Brusht the smooth surface of the azurd Sky And glid along in gaudy Majesty Above the Common Glory of the Starrs To see her quencht quencht in an Asphalites And sprout up to the World an Ethiop Oh 't is a thought that grates upon my heart And screws the jarring string untill they crack But that my Friend my Friend should plunge her in And be the Tempter of this fall'n Angell 'T is Hell Damnation and Eternal horror Ric. What a rare poyson is this Jealousy ' That 's workt and almost scorch'd him into tinder Apt to be fir'd with the least spark of passion Alb. Durst any other snatch her from my Arms How wou'd I hug the Stinging Viper Till I crusht out his Poyson with his life And smile to see his panting Soul Dance on my bloudy point its way to hell Ric. Now is the Time My Lord comes forward Alb. Ha! What makes this Court-worm here This Parasite Volume of words and shadow of a Man aside Perhaps he has heard me ●ighing out my griefs Ric. I have my Lord and they concern me much And urge me to declare it to your face Antonio and you must never fight Alb. Must never fight who dares oppose our fighting As well they might resist an Angry wind Or stop the Current of an Impetuous tide Not all the roaring of Carybdi● Gulf Shall hush the Clamour of my loud revenge Nor Mists engender'd by the Queen of Love Shall hide her Darling Hero from my Sword Ric. To what excess of bravery you 're rais'd And spurn your Absent Fo● like worthless dirt But once more I must tell you Angry Lord Antonio and you must ne're engage Alb. 'T is false Dally no longer with my fury Le●t it burst out and blow thee into Air. Where is the Man dares combat with my Anger Ric. What if the Vice-Roys Orders shou'd controul it Alb. I laugh at ' em What has State-Interest to do with me When both my Love and Honour are at Stake Ric. What if the Fair Miranda should command it Alb. The fair Miranda O thou hast hit the vein But call not back the Charmer to my mind Whom I've in vain attempted to forget Ric. Then still you love her Alb. Witness all ye Powers How much I love that dear Abandon'd Saint And with what joy I 'de dye to give her ●ase But cannot yield Antonio to her Arms Still the tough Mettal of my heart holds out And braves the weak efforts of my Ambiguous will Ric. Now then 's the time to throw off all disguise Know then I dare and will prevent your fighting Alb. No more be gone wake not my sleeping rage To tread so poor an Insect into Clay Ric. That Insect dares your rage Proud Love-●ick Lord. Alb. Thou art not worth my Anger But mark me Statesman If thy Tongue breath a Syllable of this Or dares prophan● the business of my Love I 'le rivet it for ever to its roof By heaven I 'le bath my Vengeance in thy bloud And send thee Herauld of this horrid News To ope the Crackling Gates of Pluto's Realm And wait Antonio's Coming Ric. Insolent Know'st tho● what I am Alb. A Statesman and by consequence a Villain A Common Prostitute to every bribe Who Traffiques Justice for all damning Gold Ric. I 've blood as pure as thine runs through my veins Nay more I am a Lover and thy Rivall Alb. My Rivall Can any Generous passion enter there That Impregnable Garrison of Vice Or drast thou think to Violate my Love And offer up thy spurious Flames with mine As for Antonio he indeed is worthy of her Fair as the day and the first dawn of Light Before polluted with the Shades of Night And till this cursed Day a Pylades to me Ric. Your praise of him inflames but me the more 'T is I alone deserve her best and will wear her I will possess her rif●le all her sweets Whilst you gaze on despair and cursing Dye Alb. Ha! sayst thou but this arm shall bar thy way And send to keep

with disgrace A Princes favour cannot dart a beam But on a Barren or Infectious land And always must be partiall in his choice Ant. He mutters State-Affairs but let him on Ric. Therefore the two young Heroes of the Court Envy my Honour and sicken at my greatness As if my rise must be upon their Necks But still my Virtue shall out brave their little malice I will convince the unbelieving world There is a man that can be great and good at once And then retire to Solitude for ever Ant. Why this is strange Ric. But oh that cannot be There lyes some Mistery in the womb of Night Which Loyalty Commands me to unravell Besides to leave Antonio's Virtue toil'd Deluded by his friends Hypocrisy But that 's a Plot and I 'me a base Informer There 's my reward but Virtue pays it self Ant. Each word does swell my wonder Ric. Alberto's Actions must have some design But let Heaven be Judge of that not I. This fresh account of Horrour I 've receiv'd Antonio must know Yes 't is resolv'd Tho' for i● he call me undermining Traytor Yet I 'le respect my conscience not his words Ant. Each words a Thunderbolt and strikes me dead No double-meaning can be hid in this Ric. Who 's that my Lord Antonio Ant. The same Ric. How does your Lordship Ant. Why well I think Ricardo Ric Long may you be so Ant. I thank you Sir But good Ricardo If I may be so bold what were your thoughts Employ'd about Ric. 'T is an Imp●rtant bus'ness which I think of How virtue does decay in every age And in particular that Cordiall Friendship How Pylades's Examples are quite forgot And how the Sign of Gemini above 〈◊〉 ●opied ill by Mortalls here below Ant. The Consequence Ric. Therefore my Lord beware How you permit a seeming Friend to creep too close Le●t in the bottom there shou'd lurk an Adder Ant. Be plainer in your Counsell Ric. Yes too plain Too plain I fear for your repose Ant. Ha! my repose Ric. Yes so I said Your friend Alberto mark me well is false The Wounds he gave but seemingly he heal'd For they still rankle fester and eat the deeper And may in time destroy you Ant. Oh take heed You come not with your false deluding Beacons To warn my easy nature from the Sands That you may split my friendship on a Rock For if thou dost death hell and ruine And all their black attendants shall not save thee You have had the mask on long enough Therefore now unveil thy self Ricardo And show the villain in his native dye Ric. This I expected and therefore take my leave An honest man is never safe at Court Sir you may find flatterers enough To tell you what you wou'd believe not what you ought to know who 'l varni●h all your losses with a smile Nay make you think the Sun shines in a storm When thickest clouds do interpose their shade And when the heavens are all in mutiny rain fire Rain blood upon your better part your second self But he 's a fool who to convince another Whose looks speak hatred and his words proclaim it Will hazard both his person and his fame Such bigotted honour shall have no Prosolite of me Going Ant. Stay Sir for to secure that fame you prize so much It will concern you to inform me more Ric. Not when I know I shall not be believ'd Ant. Now by my Sword I 'le force it from your tongue And if thou prov'st not every word thou utterest I 'le hurl a heavier load of misery upon thee Than that which Atlas with his weighty Globe Does groan beneath Ric. How fond is Man and easy to beleive When words are daub'd with flattery and mask'd with Love But truth in its plain habit will not pass My Lord to shew how I despise your threats I 'le ease my conscience of the mighty Secret But arm your self against the fierce assault For horror dwells with every fatall word Ant. Why dost thou kill me with such cruell doubts Ric. I will no more the fair Astella Sir Ant. Astella Speak the very name 's a Charm Ric It must be Sir the name that 's all that 's left Ant. Ha! what of her Ric. Why she is murder'd base and barbarously murder'd Ant. Hell and confusion Ric. By her own Brother's orders murder'd Ant. Patience ye Gods oh give me patience heaven One moments patience and I 'le beg no more By all things Sacred in those fatall words Or one or both of us are doom'd to dye If they be false there 's something worse then death Nay if possible then Damnation shall sure attend thee If true then I 'me the Victim Ric. Hear the rest A rough hewn fellow Servant to Alberto Thus with a penitential look accosted me Sir by my Masters threats I 've been compell'd To Act a little piece of Villany But my ill-natur'd Conscience flying in my face I thought to ease it by Confession I slew a Lady whom ●e order'd me Veil'd in a Wood but that was nothing Sir Till I discover'd it to be Astella My old dead Masters only Daughter Ant. Furries and Devils tear the Barbarous Villain Oh I am all a burning Aetna her● within But if thou prov'st it I am satisfied Ric. Let the Revenge confirm it which I took Impatient Virtue forc'd me to the deed I slew him strait without as much as asking Where the untimely Sacrifice was laid Ant. Enough I am confirm'd she 's gone Oh Tyrant-friend was she a Subject for your rage Cou'd not those glorious rays from her fair eyes Melt down thy icy temper to compassion But I forget 't is I 'me her murderer And therefore thus will pay the cruell debt Offers to kill himself Ric. Hold hold my Lord Ric. hinders him Ant. Wilt thou again give edge to my suspitions By hindring me of my desir'd bliss Death doubly is my due The morning wheels to gloomy night again To give directions where I shou'd reside The Sun seems like a faint and beamless fire To warn the expiring Taper of my Life And all but you conspire to work my Joy Ric. By all that 's good I will not oppose it But yet you are not ripe enough for death Ant. Not when despair does call me hence Ric. Why no. Are you Italian born or some hot Frenchman Who when capricious fortune frowns upon him Strait punishes her crime upon himself At least since she does sit above our reach Let us revenge it on her instruments Ant. Touch not that string for it inflames my heart And kindles wild-fire in my troubl'd breast I wou'd not think upon the Villain more And therefore I wou'd cease to think at all Ric. 'T is wonderous well how will the censuring world Say Naples is a Den of Caniballs Where Paricide and murder is a sport And go unpunish't by the better sort By Mars your tameness does unspirit me But I 'le away and take revenge my self Since such