And hither come with such a Force of Charms As may give check even to your prosp'rous Armes Millions of Cupids hovering in the Rear Like Eagles following fatal Troops appear All waiting for the slaughter which draws nigh Of those bold Gazers who this Night must dye Nor can you 'scape our soft Captivitie From which old Age alone must set you free Then tremble at the fatal Consequence Since 't is well known for your own part Great Prince 'Gainst us you still have made a weak Defence Be generous and wise and take our part Remember we have Eyes and you a Heart Else you may find too late that we are things Born to kill Vassals and to conquer Kings But oh to what vain Conquest I pretend Whilâ—…st Love is our Commander and your Friend Our Victory your Empire more assures â—…or Love will ever make the Triumph yours Written by the Earl of Rochester PROLOGUE At the Play House FOr this days Treatment you have pai'd too deare Your best belov'd diversion is not here All you 're now like to have is a dull Play The Wells have stoln the Vizar Masks away Now punk in penitential Drink begins To purge the surfeit of her London Sins Their Loves have been o're stockt and but make stop For a new tillage tow'rds another Crop 'T is seasonable sometimes to forbeare Alass it is not Harvest all the Year Though heated they like tatter'd Ships keep in They stay but to refit then Lanch again Be honest then one Day and patient sit With neither baudy in the Play nor Pit And though thus far you to your loss are come What 's yet still worse you must drive Empty home Nor when Play 's done need the shamefaced Debauch Change the guilt Chariot for the hackney Coach Then since our sober Andience denyes You furious men of prey all hopes of prize To see the Play should be your only Ends Wee 'le then presume you are the Authors Friends And though you miss your dear delights you may Be to the Poet kind and Clap the Play Your Hands are now employ'd no other Way The Actors Names Muly Labas Son to the Emperour of Morocco Mr. Harris Muly Hamet a Prince of the Royal Blood contracted to Mariamne and General of the Emperours Forces Mr. Smith Crimalhaz a Courtier and Gallant to the Queen Mother Mr. Batterton Hametalhaz his Confident and Creature Governour of a Castle in Morocco Mr. Medbourne Abdelcador Friend to Muly Hamet Mr. Crosby Achmat An Eunuch Laula Empress of Morocco and Mother to Muly Labas and Mariamne Mris. Batterton Mariamne her Daughter Mris. Mary Lee. Morena Daughter to Taffalet Mris. Johnson Villains Lords Messengers Priests Masquers and other Attendants THE EMPRESS OF MOROCCO The First Act Scene the First Scene opens Muly Labas appears bound in Chains attended by Guards Muly L. COndemn'd to Fetters and to Scepters born 'T is in this Garb unhappy Princes mourn Yet Fortune to great Courages is kind 'T is he wants Liberty whose Soul 's confin'd My Thoughts out-fly that mighty Conqueror Who having one World vanquish'd wept for more Fetter'd in Empires he enlargement crav'd To the short Walk of one poor Globe enslav'd My Soul mounts higher and Fates Pow'r disdains And makes me reign a Monarch in my Chains But 't is my Father has decreed my fate Yet still he shews his Greatness in his hate Thy rage brave Prince mean Subjects does despise None but thy Son shall be thy Sacrifice Enter Morena bound This dazling Object my weak sight invades Such Beauty would make Dungeons lose their shades Moren Remember Sir when first you were a Guest To Taffaleâ—…a's Court and to my Breaâ—…t That I fond Woman in a 〈◊〉 shape Was a Conspirator in my own Rape When in a fatal night whose darkness did Both our Escapes and my faint Blushes hide With You I fled my Countrey left a Crown Heir oâ—…ly â—…ow t'â—…n 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 And now for refuge to Mâ—…rocco come We in your Fathers Court receive this doom points to her Chains Our Love from him this Entertainment gains We in our Sanctâ—…ary meet our Chains Our Fathers too have now proclaim'd a War By Taffaletta's Arms we are pursu'd Our amorous flights like threatning Comets are Which thus draw after them a train of Bloud Muly L. Why do you thus â—… sad relation make Of all that you have suffer'd for my sake Unless you my Unworthiness resent And of your misplaced kindnesses repent Moren No I recount the Scenes of our past storms To arm your Fancy for more pleasing forms I come to tell you that your Father's kind And has our mutual Happiness design'd Of our past Woes I have this relation given As Purgatory does make way for Heaven Muly L. This does disperse my Fears checks my Despair And has my Father Shall we then and are Our Loves and Hopes Oh my uâ—…ruly Joy Which does my Thoughts so in their Birth destâ—…oy That my disorder'd Words no form can bear Speak then what You would say and I would hear Moren He has pronounâ—…'d such great and glorious things As are fit only for the Breath of Kings Our happy Passion he so far approves That ere three days expire he 'l crown our Loves Know then to grant our Souls a stricâ—…r Tye He has decreed we shall together Dye Muly L. How are my visionary Dreams retir'd And my fond Hopes in the Embrace expir'd Mor. That day my Father Taffaletta's Arms To this proud City give their first Alarms His Standard fix't before Moroâ—…co's Walls Muly Labas and his Morena falls He for my Murder does this reason plead He will present my Father with my Head That sudden Blow which he designs for you 'T is your suspected Treason prompts him to And the same Jealousie that made his Breath Decree your Chains makes him pronounce your Death Muly L. I freely at his feet my Life will throw Life is a debt we to our Parents ow. But die suspected Can he think so fouâ—… A Thought as Treason harbours in his Soul Which does Morena's sacred Image bear No shape of ill can come within her Sphear But must Morena fall when eâ—…re she bleeds He no severer a Damnation needs That dares pronounce the Sentence of her Death Than the Infection that attends that Breath Moren Hold Sir and your unmanly fears remove And shew your Courage equal to your Love Let us to Death in solemn Triumph go As to the nobler Nuptials of the two For when we 're dead and our freed Souls enlarg'd of Natures grosser burdens we 're discharg'd Then gentle as a happy Lovers Sigh Like wandring Meteors through the Air we 'l fly And in our aâ—…ry Walk as subtil Guests We 'l steal into our cruel Fathers Breasts There read their Souls and track each Passions sphear See how Revenge moves there Ambition here And in their Orbs view the dark Characters Of Siâ—…ges Ruins Murders Blood and Wars We 'l blot out all those hideous Droughts and wrâ—…te Pure
and whâ—…te forms we 'l with a radiant light Their Breasts incircle till their Passions be Gentle as Nature in its Infancy Till soften'd by our Charms their Furies cease And their Revenge dissolves into a Peace Thus by our Death appeas'd their Quarrel ends Whom Living we made Foes Dead we 'l make Friends Muly L. Oh generous Princess whose couragious Breath Can set such glorious Characters on Death The antient World did but too modest prove In giving a Divinity to Love Love the great Pow'r o th' higher World controuls Heaven but creates but Love reâ—…ines our Souls Enter to them Q. Mother weeping Q. Moth. Oh Son your Royal Father Muly L. Hold your Tears Confound my hopes O my presaging fears Has he it cannot be has he decreed Morena must not no she shall not bleed The Skies would blush when that bold deed were done And look more red than at a setting Sun Q Moth. 'T is not Morena who is doom'd to dy Muly L. Has he decreed I shall her place supply If so thanks my kind Father thou hast done The only deed that could oblige a Son If I to save your Life resign my own to Morena I shall more glorious shine than on his Throne Q. Moth. That object which your Mothers tears procures Is your great Fathers sudden fate not yours Muly L. My Father ha Q. Moth. is dead Just as he sate Pronouncing yours and your Morena's fate A sudden Check his hasty Breath controul'd He startled trembled and his Eye balls rould His wandring fears his unshap'd thoughts supply'd With horrours then Muly Labas he cry'd Forgive what my mistaken Rage has done In peace possess thy Mistress and my Throne Then with his dying Breath his Soul retir'd And in a sullen sigh his Life expir'd Muly L. The Emperour dead and with his dying Breath Did he Morena to his Son bequeath He in this Gift a Father has out-don And robs me of the Duty of a Son For those just Tears which Nature ought t' imploy To pay my last Debt to his Memory The Crowning of my Passâ—…on disallows Grief slightly sits on happy Lovers Brows Enter Crimalhaz and Hametalhaz with Attendants A Shout within All Long live Muly Labas Emperour of Morocco Crim. Welcome brave Prince to your great Fathers Crown Advancing from a Prison to a Throne The City does in one full shout concur And in one voice proclaim you Emperour Yet Sir your Freedom must not reach so far But this fair Princess Chains you still must wear The Sun Great Sir must in one circuit view Your Coronation and your Nuptials too Muly L. Enjoy a Throne and my Morena wedd A Joy too great were not my Father dead The Force of one the others Pow'r controuls Heav'n fits our swelling Passions to our Souls When some great Fortune to mankind's convey'd Such Blessings are by Providence allay'd Thus Nature to the World a Sun creates But with cold Winds his pointed Rays rebates Exit Muly L. leading Morena Q Moth. Besotted in thy Love and Empires Charms Sleep and grow dull in your Morena's Arms. 'T was not for this I rais'd thee to a Crown Poison'd the Father to enthrone the Son Hadst thou been ripe for Death we had decreed Thou shouldst him in his Fate not Throne succeed Thy early growth we in thy Chains had crusht And mix'd thy Ashes with thy Fathers Dust. But live fond Boy to manage our Design We first must thy Great General undermine They who by Policy a Crown pursue Snatch at one Grasp the Sword and Scepter too Then wee 'l with ease depose an Armless King Men sport with Serpents when they 've lost their Sting When our Designs to the full height succeed I 'le place the Crown Imperial on your Head to Crimalhaz Sir of your Progress a Relation make How died the King how did the Poison take Crim. With safety I accomplish'd your desire For Hell and Night did in the deed conspire As if He by some secret instinct knew The fatal Potion had been sent by you Up from his Seat he rose and sighing cried O unkind Laula and then groan'd and died His Death so much of horrour did present I curs'd my Hand for being the Instrument A strange unusual trembling shook my Heart As that Magâ—…cian whose infernal art Raising a Vision is with Terrour seiz'd At th'Apparition his own Charms have rais'd Have you consider'd Madam what you 've done Q. M. Poison'd my Husband Sir and if there need Examples to instruct you in the deed I 'll make my Actions plainer understood Coppying his Death on all the Royal Blood Crim. The Falls of Kings are heavy and on You Q. M. Hold Sir sure you have drunk the Poison too That thus your Blood grows cold and your faint Breast Is with such dull and stupid Fears possest A States-mans Breast should scorn to feel remorse Murder and Treason are but things of course Crim. I am a Convert Madam for kind Heaven Has to mankind immortal Spirits given And Courage is their Life but when that sinks And to tame Fears and Coward-faintness shrinks We the great Work of that bright Frame destroy And shew the World that even our Souls can dy By your Example I 'll great Deeds pursue My Thoughts sha'nt start at what my Hand dares do Hamet Madam as Agents in this great Design Zibdy Morat and Abdrahamon joyn They the Kings Ears will with such Whispers fill As shall the Poyson Jealousie instill And by such subtilty his Breast infect Till he his Generals Loyalty suspect Crim. Then to promote Suspition we 'l proclaim His Generals high Courage Pow'r and Fame His Armies Love and his great Spirit praise And to that pitch his heighten'd Virtues raise That their Perfection shall appear their Crime As Giants by their Height do Monsters seem Q. M. Brave Crimalhaz thy Breast and mine agree Now thou art woâ—…thy of a Crown and Mee And by such Arts I 'll my Sons Breast invade Till his fond Duty has his Life betray'd Till by my means we have his Army gain'd And have remov'd the Sword into your Hand And then we publâ—…kly and safely may Our bloody Ensigns to the World display His Pow'r once gone we 'l act his Death in state And dash his Blood against his Palace Gate Great Deeds should in the open day be don As Sacrifices offer'd to the Sun Crim. But till these mighty Actions ripen'd are We must the borrow'd Looks of Friendship wear Q. M. To flatt'ring light'ning our feign Smiles conform Which back'd with Thunder do but guild a Storm Exeunt Finis Actus primi Act the Second Scene the First The Scene opened is represented the Prospect of a large River with a glorious Fleet of Ships supposed to be the Navy of Muly Hamet after the Sound of Trumpets and the Discharging of Guns Enter King Young Queen Hametalhaz and Attendants Hamet GReat Sir Your Royal Fathers General Prince Muly Hamet's Fleet does homewards sail And in a solemn and
triumphant Pride Their Course up the great River Tensift guide Whose guided Currents do new Glories take From the Reflection his bright Streamers make The Waves a Masque of Martial Pageants yield A flying Army on a floating Field Order and Harmony in each appear Their lofty Bulks the foaming Billows bear In state they move and on the Waves rebound As if they danc'd to their own Trumpets sound By Winds inspired with lively Grace they roul As if that Breath and motion lent a Soul And with that Soul they seem taught Duty too Their Topsails lowâ—…'d their Heads with Reverence bow As if they would their Generals Worth enhance From him by instinct taught Allegiance Whilst the loud Cannons eccho to the shore Their flaming Breaths salute You Emperour From their deep Mouths he does your Glory sing With Thunder and with Light'ning greets his King Thus to express his Joys in a loud Quire And Consort of wing'd Messengers of fire He has his Tribute sent and Homage given As men in Incense send up Vows to Heaven Enter Muly Hamet and Abdelcador Attended introduced with â—… Flourish of Triumpets Muly Hamet kneels to the King King Welcome true owner of that Fame you bring A Conquerour is a Guardian to a King Conquest and Monarchy consistent are 'T is Victory secures those Crowns we wear Muly Hamet In all that Sword you lent me has subdu'd I only Sir my Duty have pursu'd And acts of Duty merit no applause I owe my Lawrels to my Royal Cause My Actions all are on your Name enroll'd Since 't is from you my Conqu'ring Pow'r I hold Hametal But in Morocco his high Pride may find His Name less glorious and his Stars less kind aside Muly Hamet Sir your victorious Arms are doub'ly crown'd On Sea and Land the same success have found When first our greeting Navies did salute And in the rage of Flames our Cause dispute The Trains of Fire our fatal Guns did make Did the fierce shape of blazing Comets take Our meeting Heat such fury did contract That Comets can but threaten what we act But when the Day had a spectatour been And the whole Progress of this Parley seen Led by your Genius fate their Side forsook Some of theâ—…r Ships I sunk and some I took But when the â—…nterposing shades of Night Assisted them in their disorder'd flight I made their Fleet to Conquest light my way With burning Ships made Beacons on the Sea King Kind Fate in giving you so great Success Could scarce grant more nor did You merit less Muly H. Their Arms who have at Sea victorious been Do but the Out-works of an Empire win Then to compleat what on the Sea before I 'd but begun I landed on their Shore Abdelc Saphee and Salli Mugadore Oran The fam'd Arzille Alcazer Tituan Which the Usurper Gayland's Pow'r possest Those his Sword conquer'd and his Fame the rest For the less Cities at his Names surprise Yielding made Crowds of bloodless Victories Your Arms against your Foes so much have done They feel the Heat though the fierce Fire be gone Muly H. And now Hearing whose Force Morocco will invade I have bâ—…ought home your Army to your aid Y. Q. Valour and Fate such just success allow As â—…irmly place the Laurel on your Brow Whose very Looks so much your Foes surprise That You like Beauty conquer with your â—…ies But Muly Hamet now your Sword must be Imploy'd in a more Cruel Victory Against Invaders You your Force must lead And meet my Father in an Army's Head But the rough hand of War more gentle make And spare His Blood for His Morena's sake Muly H. We only do aspire to this great end To make your Father not our Prize but Friend King Should Fortune Crown our Forces with Success Our Arms though Conqu'ring shall not make him less Enter Mariamne attended Muly H. Now I 'm a Conquerour Mariamne's Name alone Has Trâ—…umph in 't I from this hour am made Greater than if I wore those Crowns I won My Laurels too without your Beams would fade Mariam If Mariamnes Eies Great Sir can give Your Laurels Life she grants them leave to live Muly H. Oh my full Joys Mariam I come as one of the Admiring Crowd To welcom Him whose Actions speak so loud Muly H. Madam my Deeds can reach no higher Fame Than that your pretious Breath gives 'em a Name Mar. No doubt but War and the harsh sound of Arms Has from your Boâ—…ome chas'd Loves softer Charms Your Thoughts accustom'd now to Martial Toils Court only Honour drest in savage Spoils Muly H. No Madam War has taught my Hands to aime At Glory to deserve a Lovers Name Since my Ambition has your Heart pursu'd I Conquer Crowns to make my Title good Whose narrow Thoughts to lesser Objects move His Soul wants Room to entertain your Love King Sir to requiâ—…e you with a Crown would be Too mean Reward Crowns you 've bestow'd on me To speak my Thanks and Gratitude more large That vaster Debt I owe She shall discharge To pay what so much Merit does require I do command you love where I admire to Mariamne Muly H. Though Mariamne's Love appear'd before The highest Happiness Fate had in store Yet when I view it as an Offering Made by the Hand of an obliging King It takes new Charms looks brighter lends new Heat No Objects are so Glorious or so Great But what may still a Greater Form put on As Optick Glasses magnifie the Sun Enter Crimalhaz Shouts within Crim. Your Subjects wait with eager joys to pay Their Tribute to your Coronation Day King You are arrived a welcom Guest to share Those Ceremonies which their Joys prepare to Muly Hamet Your Presence to their solemn Rites will grant That Ornament which this days Triumphs want What more could their impatient Wishes meet Then in one day a King and Conquerour greet Whilst they behold triumphant on one Throne The Wearer and Defender of a Crown Lead on Muly H. Lead on and all that kneel to you Shall bow to me This Conquest makes it due to Mariamne Exeunt all but Chrimalhaz Crim. Dull Souldier in thy Victories go on And live to see me wear the Crowns you won Let Cowards to their Fathers Thrones advance Be Great and Powerful by Inheritance No Laurels by descent my Brow adorn But what gains Crowns I am to Courage born Ambition is the rise of Souls like mine Those Wreaths my Birth does want my Brain shall win They in advance to Greatness glorious prove Who out of the dull track of Birth-right move Birth-right the Prop of an unpurchas'd Name A weak Alliance to an elder Fame No Glory by Descent is never worn Men are to Worth and Honour Rais'd not Born Exit The Scene opened A State is presented the King Queen and Mariamne 〈◊〉 Muly Hamet Abdelcador and Attendants a Moorish Dance is presented by Moors in several Habits who bring in an artificial Palm-tree about which they dance
to several antick Instruments â—…f Musick in the intervals of the Dance this Song is sung by a Moorish Priest and two Moorish Women the Chorus of it being performed by all the Moors 1. Stanza No Musick like that which Loyalty sings A Consort of Hearts at the Crowning of Kings There 's no such delightful and ravishing Strain As the Ecchoes and Shouts of Long Live and Reign Long live and reign long live and reign No Shouts so delightful as Long Live and Reign Long live and reign c. Chorus 2. Stanza No Homage like what from Loyalty springs Wee 'l kneel to our Gods but wee 'l die for our Kings We 'l pay that Devotion our Lives shall maintain No raising of Altars like Long Live and Reign Long live and reign long live and Reign No raising of Altars like Long Live and Reing Long live c. After the Dance King They have paid theirs now I my Debts will pay Sir the next Sun shâ—…ll see your Nuptial day We who would best great Services requite Do first our Friendships then our Bloods unite And that your Hands more solemnly may joine Our Royal Mothers Gift shall second mine Y. Queen Her gentle Breath already from just Fame Has kindly entertain'd your Glorious Name And in that Dress You as a Conqu'rour may To Her a more than welcome Visit pay King But since the Sorrows of the Mourning Queen For our late Father make Her keep unseen Let this conduct you Gives him a Ring Muly H. I am here more blest Than if I an Imperial Seaâ—… possest Whilst in your Breast an Empire I obtain to Mariamne Not only Kings but Gods unenvied reign Beauty would almost Infidels create Who beyond Love can wish a higher state Exeunt all but Abdelcador Abdelc Oh Charming Sex How vast a Circle does thy Magick take The highest Spirits humblest Lovers make All that Heroick Greatness which but now Made haughty Foes and stubborn Nations bow Turns Vassal to a Smile a Looks disguise Who conquer Thousands are one Womans Prize Fate sets Commanding Beauty in their way Beauty that has more God-like Pow'r than they Love o're the Hearts of yielding Heroes sports who 're Conquerours in Camps are Slaves in Courts Exit Finis Actus secundi Act the Third Scene the First Enter Muly Hamet Scene the Palace Muly H. 'T Is now our Royal Mothers Breath must bind That sacred tye of Love my King has sign'd And Providence has seal'd make Her but kind Exit Scene a Bed-Chamber The Scene opens and discovers Crimalhaz and Queen Mother sleeping on a Couch a Table standing by with Crimalhaz's Plume of Feathers and his Drawn Sword upon it Re-enter Muly Hamet Muly H. Laula in Crimalhaz his Arms asleep Ha! Does she thus for her dead Husband weep Oh fond and amorous Queen has Lust such Charms Can make Her fly to an Adulterâ—…rs Arms His Sword drawn for his Guard Spies the Sword But he shall die No He shall Wake and Know The Justice and the Hand that gives the Blow Should I descend to a Revenge so base His Death unarm'd my Glory would deface I will restore the Traytors Sword for still I have been taught to conquer those I kill Well as a Witness of his Crime his Sword I 'le take which when we meet shall be restor'd Then secretly but honourably too My Hand shall Act what to his Guilt is due For lest I should my Queens Disgrace proclaime I 'le right her Wrongs but I 'le conceal her Shame Exit The Scene changes to an Anti-Chamber Muly Hamet re-enters with the same Sword and in passing over the Stage is overtaken by the King King Muly Hamet stay Muly H. The King King What have you there Muly H. Curst Chance what shall I say aside King You thus appear T o've left the Field to gather Laurels here Who is the Man that has this Honour gain'd To be subdu'd by such a Gen'rous Hand Tell me Muly H. Your Royal Pardon King No proceed If you have kilâ—…'d him I forgive the Deed Who e're against You durst his Sword unsheath Has justly from your Hand deserv'd his Death Muly H. No Sir he lives and lives unvanquish'd too King How lives Muly H. Oh do not your Demands pursue Urge me no more nor force me to reveal The only thing my Honour would conceal King How Muly Hamet durst you act that thing You dare not utter to your Friend and King Muly H. My Kings Esteem I by my Silence lose And Speaking I his Mothers Shame expose aside King Speak if you can by Friendship be conjur'd Whose is it Mâ—…ly H. Sir 't is Crimalhaz his Sword King How Crimalhaz Are you not newly from Th' apartment of my Royal Mother come In what defenceless Garb did you surprise Him there that you disarm'd him with such ease We o're our Womens Honours set such Eies That the Seraglio all access denies Who enters there without my Signet dies Muly H. Her Shame too openly will be descry'd His Jealousie will find what I would hide aside King A sudden Fancy does my Breast inflame Something so strange as I want words to name But She 's my Mother and I dare not guess Yet She 's a Woman and I can no less Than start at Horrours which my Honour stain Confusion and was Crimalhaz the Man Muly H. Oh! Sir what has my forc'd Obedience don Against a Mother I 've incens'd a Son Your Princely Brow let no disorders change Let my Hand Sir Your disturb'd Peace revenge King No Muly Hamet has a Sword too good To be defil'd with an Adulterers Blood He t'an ignobler Fate shall be condemn'd I 'le make him infamous low and contemn'd Disrob'd of all his Titles he shall bleed Like a Crown'd Victim to an Altar led Whose Wreaths and Garlands to the fire are cast And then the naked Sacrifice falls last That sinking States-man undergoes the worst Of Deaths whose Honours and whose Pow'r dies first exit King Muly H. This was the only Chance could shake my Fame Oh weak Foundations of a Glorious Name I from the Field do a Crown'd Conqu'rour come To turn a base Informer here at home Yet nothing is so bright but has some Scars Men can throngh Glasses find out Spots in Stars Exit The Scene changes again to the Queen Mothers Bed-Chamber where She and Crimalhaz appear hand in hand She in a Morning Dress Crim. Love acts the part of tributary Kings As they pay homage to their Conquerour Our kind Embraces are but Offerings Of Tribute to triumphant Beauty's Pow'r Q. M. Great Spirits Rivals are to Gods and can Were all the World like me their Heav'n unman We'd antidate our Bliss not stay to move like Pageant-Saints to airy Seats above We'd here below enjoy our Chiefest Good And reap Delights which they ne're understood Crim. Ha! my Sword gon Madam we are betray'd Q. M. Whos 's he that dares our Privacy invade Crim. Some fatal Eye our interview has seen Q. M.
abuse that pow'r You gave For he who sav'd my Honour will guard yours That very Argument your Life secures Then trust to Fortune and my Counsel Go And visit him but wear no Jealoâ—…s brow It makes men False to be Suspected so I 'le be your Leader King When She leads the Way Though it were Death to go 't were worse to Stay Madam I 'le go For Taffaletta's Armes In few dayes March will reach Moroccoes Walls If Crimalhaz prove False at his Alarms Muly Labas by a forreign Conq'rour falls Staying I tamely Perish if I go I face my Ruine and I Charge my Foe It will more like an act of Courage look To be by Ruine met than over-took But at my sight perhaps he in my brow May something read which his High thoughts may bow Kings that want Armes do not want Majesty Heav'n is still Heav'n though 't lays its Thunder by Exit with Attendants Q. M. Go easy Fool and Dye and when you Bleed Remember I was Author of the Deed. T' enlarge Fates black Records search but My Soul There ye Infernal Furies read a scrowl Of Deeds which you want Courage to Invent Of which Hells Legends want a President Scene the Second The Scene open'd is presented a Prospect of a Clouded Sky with a Rain bow After a shower of Hail enter from within the Scenes Muly Hamet and Abdelcador Abd. Such Storms as These this Climate never knew A Show'r of Hail's an Object strange and new I fear it does Portend some Dire Event That waits upon your Fatal Banishment Muly H. My Country Princess and my King forsook Stormes to my Miseries like attendants look These Tempests Sir are to my Sufferings due When my King Frowns 't is just that Heav'n frown too But why does my dear Confident intend In my Misfortunes thus to run my Race Must I in my sad Ruine plunge my Friend As Drowning men sink those whom they Embrace Abd. Do not my friendships right forbid With You I 've been a Conq'rour why not Exile too Shall my Esteem grow faint or my Zeal less Because I view you in a Meaner dress Your outward Pomp laid by and Honours raz'd The Saint's not less although the Shrine's defac'd Enter Mariamne with a small Attendance Muly H. Mariamne Mar. Yes And she who led by Love Leaves Palaces and does to Desarts Rove Wing'd by that zeal united Souls do beare Those Stars that smile on Lovers brought me here I for Your sake my wandring steps engage Devotion is the rise of Pilgrimage Muly H. Can Love in Hearts such deep impressions make That you can for your Wretched Vassals sake Leave Courts Pomp Greatness and all splended things Mar. Sir 't is the same with Lovers as with Kings Thus if a King should with his Train resort To a poor Cell he makes that Cell a Court Oh Sir the most Illustrious Queen on Earth Would quit the Pageantry of Crowns and Birth And in exchange Mariamnes Exile choose Could she but Love as Mariamne does Muly H. Oh my kind Princess King and Court sarewel Where painted Honours feigned Glories dwell Lovers when happy made have Souls that scorn Those guilded wreaths which swelling brows Adorn Mar. Mariamne has this glory on her side That kindness you call Love I call my Pride For of my Constancy Any less tryal I disdain to make Then shew I scorn an Empire for your sake And whosoe're does my rash Flight condemn The meaness of their Censures I contemn None of my Actions can fit Judges be But they who 've soul enough to Love like Me. Lovers alone Loves causes can decide As Nobles only by their Peers are Try'd Enter to them Hametalhaz disguis'd in the Habit of a Priest with Villains in the same Dress Ham. Sir our great Prophet has pronounc't your Fate Your Love is doom'd to be Unfortunate Muly H. No Sir 't is False thou doest belye his Name Our Prophet is a Lover as I am Ham. Your Mistress too must your Misfortune find Muly H. To her our Prophet cannot be unkind She is a Princess Ham. No Titles his eternal will confute Muly H. She is a Woman and he scorns to do 't Did not thy Garb protect thee Mahomet To wrong her Sex his greatness would forget Ham. No Sex is from ill destiny debar'd Muly H. She is a Beauty and that Name 's her guard Good sates as due should be to Beauty given Beauty which decks our Earth and props his Heav'n When Heav'n to Beauty is propitious It payes those Favours it but lends to Us. Ham. Oh do not Sir their Oracles decry With patience hear the Language of the Sky Heav'n when on Earth some Change it does fore-shew Does write Above what we must read below This Morning as our Eyes we upward cast The desart Regions of the Air lay Wast But strait as if it had some Penance bore A mourning Garb of thick black Coulds it wore But on the Sudden Some aery Demon chang'd its form and now That which look't black Above look'd white below The Clouds dishevel'd from their crusted Locks Something like Gems coin'd out of Chrystal Rocks The Ground was with this strange bright Issue spread As if Heav'n in affront to Nature had Design'd some new found Tillage of its own And on the Earth these unknown Seeds had sown Of these I reacht a Grain which to my sence Appear'd as cool as Virgin-innocence And like that too which chiefly I admir'd Its ravisht Whiteness with a Touch expir'd At the approach of Heat this candid Rain Dissolv'd to its first Element again Muly H. Though show'rs of Hail Morocco never see Dull Priest what does all this Portend to me Ham. It does Portend Muly. What Ham. That the Fates designe Muly. To tire me with Impertinence like thine Here a Company of Villains in Ambush from behind the Scenes discharge their Guns at MulyHamet at which Muly Hamet starting and turning Hamettalhaz from under his Priesâ—…s habit draws a Sword and passes at Muly H. which pass is intercepted by Abdelcader They engage in a very fierce Fight which the Villains who also draw and assist Hametalhaz and go off several ways Fighting after the discharge of other Guns heard from within and the Clashing of Swords Enter again Muly Hamet driving in some of the former Villains which he Kills Muly H. Dye Slaves and may this desart raise a brood Of unknown Monsters from your venom'd Blood My Princess gone Fortune and Justice are Sure not so Blind but they of her took Care Enter Abdelcader Abd. Your Princess Sir is from your Armes divorc'd In her own Chariot to Morocco forc'd Muly H. I 'le fetch her back though Abd. Hold With their fair prize they 've took so quick a flight That She is now beyond your reach and sight And the chief Leader of those Villains was The Old Queens Confident Hametalhaz And all the Story which the Slave did frame Was only to gain time to take his aim They
Lust enraged He with the Masker subt'ly has engaged His shape in the last entry to assume And seize you in the suppos'd Orpheus room Then will he rudely snatch you from the place And basely force You to his foul Embrace And at that instant Your dear Lord shall Bleed By Murderers appointed for the Deed. Whil'st with the noyse of Drums and Trumpets sound Your Out-cryes and his Dying Groans are drown'd Y. Q. Inhumane Monster such a bloody Fact No mortal sure can Think much less dares Act. Q. M. 'T is but too true But since No other force this Treason can withstand It is Your Husband and your Kings command When the bold Ravisher seizes You to take This brave resolve for your fair Vertues sake Where both your Honour and his life 's at stake In your Defence tâ—… act your own Champions part With your drawn Dagger stab him to the Heart Y. Q. Could Fate This Office on no hand but mine confer A Queen a Traytours Executioner Q. M. You have no leisure to dispute the deed You must resolve with Courage and with speed Y. Q. I 'le do 't And though it misbecomes my Hand Yet at my Vertues and my Kings command Through all my Veins I feel a manly heat And this Heroick act looks brave and Great Methinks I hear loud Fame already sing She nobly saved her Honour and her King Q. M. Fame in this Deed our Sex will higher prize Proving our Arms Victorious as our Eyes Y. Q. Yes Ravisher meet your intended Prey Meet her but meet your Death too way To strike my Dagger home Love and Obedience shall that strength supply Which Nature does t' a female Arm deny Exit Q. M. Let those whom pious Conscience awes forbear And stop at crimes because they Vengeance fear My deeds above their reach and pow'r aspire My Bosom holds more Rage than all Hell Fire Exit The Mask The Scene open'd is presented a Hell in which Pluto Proserpine and other Women-Spirits appeared seated attended by Furies the Stage being fill'd on each side with Crimalhaz Hamet Q. Mother and all the Court in Masquerade After soft Musick Enter Orpheus Orpheus Sings The grones of Ghosts and Sighs of Souls Infernal Ecchoes and the Howles Of Tortured Spirits cease A gentle Gust Has all things Husht And Hell in spite of Vengeance is at Peace Whilst Ravisht by my warbling Strings The Vultures moult their Wings The Furys from their Heads will sâ—…ake Each useless Snake The Scorpions loose their Stings And Hell it self forget their Tyrant Kings Pluto Sings Whence Mortal does thy Courage grow To dare to take a Walk so Low Orpheus Sings To Tell thee God thou art a Ravisher No Tears nor Prayer Your unresisted Will Controules Who Commit force on Vertue Rapes on Souls Pluto Sings Dares a weak Animal of Mortal Race Affront a God t' his Face And of a Crime Impeach a Deity Thy Breath has Damn'd Thee thou shalt Die. For your God and Honours sakes Unloose your twisted crests of snakes Into his Breast those swift Tormentors fling And his tortur'd Entrals Sting Proserpine Sings Oh Sir his fatal Doom recal Dispel your furious Anger Let not such noble worth your Victim fall Be kind both to a Lover and a Stranger Attendant Sings Oh Pardon Pardon what his height of Love discovers Rage is a venial Sin in Lovers Proserpine Sings Then gentle Stranger tell What Fortune has befell That brings a Lover down to Hell Orpheus Sings I have a Mistress in your Spheare Forc'd from my Armes By deaths Alarm's My Martyr'd Saint brings me a Pilgrim here My fair Eurdice my fair Eurdice Proserpine Sings Unhappy Wanderer which is she Oh which is she Orpheus Sings If a gentle Ghost you heare Complaining to the Winds and sighing to the Aire Breathing an unregarded Prayer If She in faint and murmuring Whispers Cry Orpheus Orpheus Oh I Die Snatch'd from Heaven and thee Oh that is She. Oh take me down to Her or send Her back to me Pluto Sings Shall Lovers Idle Prayers disturb my Eare Mortal we'v'e serious business here Your tiresome Story pleads in vaine Be gon Proserpine Sings But with thee thy fair Treasure take Releast by Love from that Eternal Chain Which destin'd Kings and Conquerours cannot break Pluto Sings No fond Man no who comes within my Power From Death and Hell returns no more Proserpine Sings If Hell's strâ—…ct Laws have never alt'red bin Let us be kind and now begin Revoke her angry Doom That when on Earth they come To th' wondring World he in soft Aires may tell Mercy as well as Justice Rules in Hell Pluto Sings Your love does with Success implore Conduct Her in but in such State As fits the Court of Fate And to his Hand the fairest Guest restore That Ever Landed on the Stygian Shore Proserpine Exit and Reenters with the young Queen Drest for Euridice Orpheus For this sigâ—…al Grace to the World I 'le declare In Heaven Earth and Hell Loves Pow'r is the Same No Law there nor here no God so Severe But Love can Repeale and Beauty can Tame Chorus For This Signal Grace to the World I 'le declare In Heaven c. Here a Dance is perform'd by several infernal Spirits who ascend from under the Stage the Dance ended the King Offers to snatch the Young Queen from the Company who instantly draws her Dagger and stabs him Y. Q. Take that Ravisher stabs Him Q. M. Hold. King By my Morenas hand undisguising himself Y. Q. Muly Labas Faints away and falls into the hands of some Women who run in to her Assistance Here all the Masquers undisguise and run in to the Kings assistance Q. M. My Son kâ—…l'd by Her hand Crim. Call my Physitians Bid my Guards appear The Emperour Stab'd the Queen his Murderer King Have I for this a too fair Saint admir'd And with a more than common Love inspir'd Rais'd my bold Thoughts so high t' engross your Charms And bounded my Ambition in your Arms And muâ—…t I die as depos'd Angels fell 'Cause they aspir'd and lov'd their Heav'n too well My death Morena a less pain will be Than 't is to think I owe my death to Thee Have I less kindness from your Hands than Eyes For they have given me gentler wounds than these Your hand 't is true has your Adorer Ki'ld 'T has reacht his Heart but not the Love it held Your Image cannot from my Soul retire My Lov 's Immortal though my Life expire Dyes Here the Young Queen being revived before the last words of the King turnes and kneels to him Y. Q. Oh my dear Lord Stay gentle soul Oh stay Rude Death stand off his life 's too great a Prey But Oh he 's gon His ravish't Soul is mounting to the Skyes But I 'le send mine t'o'â—…etake it as it flyes Offers to stab her self but is detain'd by Crimalhaz and the Dagger snatcht from her Y. Q. Why does your cruelty my hand debar From being a
your Champion is unjust Y. Q. Your Service I accept your Love take back Crim. None hate the giver who the present take Why can't your Heart Y. Q. Why can't your Arm revenge A King without my Heart paid in exchange Know though you basely trade with Loyalty My Love my Kings revenge does over-buy Go Mercenary man I will resigne His Vengeance to the hand of Heaven not thine Crim. Let such harsh words be by tame Lovers borne My Passion is too rough to bear your scorn Y. Q. And must my Heart at such a price be sold Thy Seat Usurpt before thy Blood is cold This was thy Right and though thy Death I gave Who lov'd the Martyr will the Reliques save My Heart by none but thee was ever won I 'le guard the Trophy though the Conqu'rour's gon Aside But stay This Grant is to revenge thy Blood And on that score no Offering's too good I should scorn Love Life Honour Empires all To strike their Heads whose Treason wrought thy fall Can you on no less terms my King revenge Crim. No second Thoughts my Resolution change Since all I act is only for your sake Love must accept those offers Love does make Y. Q. Well Sr my Heart is won Your Seige remove I condeâ—…cend to any thing but Love Retreating from him Resign that Heart that 's His Heav'ns shall I live to act so great a Sin To right a Monarch must I damn a Queen Be gon I hate thee now worse than before Descend to thee No I that Thought abhorre And though his Blood does loud for Vengeance call I know â—…ee'd scorn his Queen so low should fall Though I have lost a King I 'm not so poor The Temple raz'd the Ruines I 'le adore Crim. My Love 's too fierce long Seiges to attend You 've lost â—… Servant and your King a Friend offers to go Y. Q. Stay No be gon I scorn thee Yet Sir stay Hopes of Revenge so much my passions sway That what would I not do for Justice sake Where the assault's so strong here Conqu'rour take Gives her hand Crim. Oh my best hopes Kisses her Hand Y. Q. My friendship give my Love My Love my Soveraigns Right I rate above The Ransome of a world and if thy hand Does not perform what his loud wrongs demand Thou art his Murderer Crim. But when you see that murderer wear his Crown You shall too late repent your haughty Frown Offers to go Y. Q. Hold ere the pleasures of Revenge I 'le want Invader here what e're you ask I 'le grant Crim. Oh Charming Excellence Y. Q. But Sir Loving too soon I shall convince the Faith Of Men that I design'd my husbands Death Crim. 'T is true some marks of sorrow should be worn To please the World I le give you time to mourn Y. Q. When you 've appeas'd his Ghost and th' angry Pow'rs Above and to his sacred Memory My last debt 's paid all that I am is yours Crim. My Vow 's the same First to Revenge I 'le fly With Traytours Blood I 'le entertain your Eye E're you 're my Queen and wear a second Crown I 'le build a Scaffold first and then a Throne Exit Y. Q. I 've found the way Oh my dear Lord though now Death does embrace what to my Arms is due I 'le keep My Vow to Him and Love to Thee Entire No second King shall to this Throne aspire Points to her Breast To Thee my last Debts payment shall be this I 'le die and dead all that I am is His. In thy Revenge when I 've Triumphant stood On Traytors necks amid'st a Scene of Blood Morena's hand shall wash the stain She wears As Condemn'd men turn Executioners To expiate thy blood I 'le let out mine And triumph in my fall who mourn for thine Then with a gentle gale of dying sighs I 'le breath my flying Soul into the Skies Wing'd by my Love I will my passage steer Nor can I miss my way when You shine there Exit The Fifth Act. Enter Crimalhaz attended as King Crim. THough on the Blood of Kings my Throne I 've built The World my Glory sees but not my Guilt Mysterious Majesty best fits a Throne They Vertuous seem whose Vices are unknown Men have ador'd and have made Offerings To unknown Gods why not to unknown Kings Enter Ham. Ham. Your Guards are set your forces on the Walls And in the Streets are rank'd in fighting forms Expecting when the martial Summon calls And Taffaletta this proud City storms For our last Scouts which newly are come in Tell us th' assault will in few hours begin Crim. I thank him â—…or this War he has begun The number of my Foes enhance my Crown It does a worth on Kings as Beauties set To have our Rivals numerous and Great But is th' imprison'd Princess whom your Sword Ravisht from Muly Hamets hand secur'd From the Worlds knowledg Ham. Royal Sir I have The pride to be her Jaylor and her Slave Aside Crim. Muly Hamet and Mariamne are the last Of the Imperial Race that have not past To th' other World to make me room in this But though your hand did of his murder miss Howe're his exile has restrain'd his Pow'r And her I have conceal'd within the Tow'r But should she be discover'd and I found Her Jaylor her restraint would horrid sound I am not safe then till I see her Dead You therefore shall present me with her Head Aside Ham. Mariamnes Head presented by my Hand I 'de first strike his that gives me that Command For since that Beauteous Prisoner was my charge Her charming Image did my Soul enlarge At the approach of so Divine a Guest I 've shook my late familiars from my Breast The thoughts of Mischeifs Villany and Blood By her fair Eyes inspir'd I dare be good Exit Enter Queen Mother Q. M. Though your Deâ—…igns have met so great Success Doe not forget I was your Patroness And she to whom you made this solemn Vow to Crim. That I should share that Throne I rais'd you to Crim. The highest Seat in all but Monarchs Breasts Should be by th'high'st of Passions Love Possest But Kings in so sublime a Region Move They have Concerns that must take place of Love My Subjects call for Veng'ance and I must To the dead King before my Love be Just. Then give me leave to prosecute his Death First wear the Cypress then the Myrtle Wreath Q. M. Bring in the Queen If She delay our Love Let out her Blood and those weak Bars Remove Enter Guards bringing in the Young Queen Muly Labas his Queen and Murderer To Expiate his Death you are Summon'd here To prove how much the World by you has lost And what Atonement's due t' a Monarch's Ghost Y. Q. Yes Madam when great Princes Die I 'de have Their Majesty kept up beyond the Grave Such streams of Blood should for their Murders pay Their Ghosts should have a Train as great
King thus Entertain'd Welcome brave Friend Muly Hamet was ne're taught To back but head those Armies where he fought That Fame and Glory then which waits on thee Shall ner'e be lessen'd when you Fight for me With me brave Youth thou shalt my Forces lead And fight my Equal in my Army's head When to your startled squadrons he appears Taffalets General who late was theirs Their former love renew'd such Changes wrought That they forgot the Cause in which they Fought A sudden Clamour Ecchoed through the Throng Which Muly Hamet Muly Hamet Rung By their own hands the Gates were straight pul'd down And he in Triumph marcht into the Town They paid to him what to their King they owe And proudly now aloud proclaim him so Crim. Draw up my Forces Rouse my Guard I 'le try Who 's the succesful Rebel he or I. I 'le write my Vengeance in whole streams of Blood Fortune take your free Choice be ill or good I dare your Worst Yet I deserve to be your Favorite Tyrants are kind to those they cannot Fright Exeunt Enter Muly Hamet and Attendants with drawn Swords after a sound of Trumpets Muly H. My Cause subdues more than my Sword the Town Does at my Feet their prostrate Armes lay down Conquest sounds best and Glory brightest shines Where Loyalty not Force the Lawrel wins Lead to the Palace through the Guards I 'le break And to th' Usurper I 'le in Thunder speak To the infernal Shades I 'le send a Ghost Stain'd with more Sins than all their Hell can boast His Blood dear Prince shall pay for shedding thine No Cause so just no Rage so fierce as mine Where Loyalty and Love the fuel bring A Ravish't Mistress and a Murd'red King Exeunt The Trumpets continue Sounding and dashing of Swords is heard from within Enter Crimalhaz Hametalhaz and Attendants with drawn Swords as pursued Crim. And Muly Hamet Fighting in their Head Ham. Fly quickly Sir see where your Guards lye Dead The furious Muly Hamet leads 'em on Whose Fortune and whose Sword has Wonders done Your Guards hew'd down He by no Force withstood Comes now this way to sacrifice your Blood He with such Fears your shaking Palace fills That with the Horrour that he brings he Kills Crim. In this long Story all I can descry Is my Crown 's going and my Death draws nigh No 't is no common Thunder strikes me Dead I 've a Retreat yet left to save my Head Trumpets sounding I by this Hand my â—…inking Throne will stay And raign to Morrow though I fly to day Exeunt The Scene Changes Enter Muly Hamet and Abdelcador Attended Abdel. Kind Taffalet Concern'd to owe this Conquest to the Charms Of your Victorious Presence not his Armes Scorning to wear that which his Armes ne're Won Frankly Surrenders you Morocco's Crown Muly H. Well generous Prince this offer'd Crown With Thanks and Envy shall Accepted be I 'le be a Monarch to act deeds like Thee Here Mariamne appears from the Balcone above My Princess the bright Charms those Eyes convey Compleat th' imperfect Triumphs of this Day It does a larger Happiness afford To have a Mistress than a Crown Restor'd Here at your Feet kind Providence has thrown Your banisht Lover and your Ravisht Crown Your influence and my Armes so happy prov'd Th' usurpers Scepter 's to your Hand remov'd His blood when he his forfeit Head dares show Shall pay what to your Brothers Dust I owe. Enter to her Crimalhaz into the Balcone Mar. My Jaylour here Crim. Though I am faln so low My fortune lost I may a Beggar grow This Mercy does on generous Spirits wait You always pity the Unfortunate And on that score I 'le beg one modest boon I 'le only ask you to restore my Crown Muly H. Thanks Heaven the only man whose Head I want Câ—…im Do not thank Heaven for what It cannot grant My Head fond man is for thy reach too high I from this Castle thy weak arms defie Immur'd within the walls of this strong Tower I am so safely Guarded from thy Power That I dare tell you yes and boldly too This Head you threaten shall be Crown'd by you Muly. H. What means this Impudence Crim. To end the Strife I ask a Crown a Ransome for her Life Draws and points his Sword at Mariamnes Breast Muly. H. Here I my baffled hopes of Vengeance lose To right my King my Mistress I Expose Crim. I know your Passion has a tye so great That for her sake you 'le quit th' Imperial Seat I knew your Vertue is so strong that if You swear you will protect my â—…hrone and Life You 'le keep your Vow Swear then by all those Powers Which the Religious World fears and Adores To quit your Claim to Empire Swear You 'le make Me Monarch in that Throne which youl 'e forsake And with your Blood you 'le guard that Crown you give If so your Mistress shall have leave to Live Though you quit Empires you shall meet these charms To sleep and dream of Kingdoms in her Arms. If not prepare to see her amourous Breast Give entertainment to this Iron Guest To this your Answer Muly. H. Savage Infidel Monster there 's not a hand on this side Hell That dares attempt that Deed there 's not one Dart In Heav'n tâ—…at would not strike the Murd'rers Heart Before his hand should touch her sacred Brest Crim. Since you are with such Heavenly Faith possest To think sh' has Champions in the Skies I 'le try Who 's the best Executioner Heaven or I. Muly. H. Hold Barbr'ous Cruel hold your murd'ring hands Think on the Vengeance which that Crime attends Think what a fierce Revenge I for her sake Will on my Princess bloody Murd'rer take Mar. Hold Muly Hamet let his Rage goe on Can You but think of fear when I have none Crim. Toâ—…tures and Wracks will prove a vain design That hand that sheds her Blood shall let out mine Speak quickly then e re words will come too late My Crown restor'd you 'le yet redeem her Fate Muly H. My Lawrels Crowns and Empires are all yours Crim. Swear then Muly. H. I swear by the Eternal Powers For her Lives ransome I this off'ring make Morocco and your Crown I 'le give you back To my last blood I will your life defend In Wars your Champion and in Peace your friend Crim. A silent Grotto and a shady Grove Are far more proper scenes than Thrones for Love And though your hand and hers no Scepter bears You Lovers may get Kings to be my Heirs Mar. I 'le bind my Vow by the same pow'rs you swore I 'le to a Thousand Deaths my Life expose Before I will one Inch of Empire lose 'T is not bold Slave my threaten'd death can make To Crim. My female fears my Right t' a Throne forsake Heir to a Crown though you so fierce have been Mariamne scorns to die less than a Queen Crim. So brisk young Champion
Have at thy Heart Muly. H. Stay Sir Oh cruel Mariamne can you part From Love and Life to rob the world and me Mar. No Muly Hamet a worse stain 't will be To have my Crown resign'd than my Blood spilt I of the two will choose the lesser guilt Fame never shall in Histories express Born to be great I yeilded to be less Muly. H. If you aspire to greatness that I 'le grant Your Muly Hamet Empires cannot want Whilst he possesses You and wears a Sword And if our Africk does no room afford I le travel then to some remoter Spheare Till I find out new Worlds and Crown you there Mariam T is Honour and not Crowns that I esteem And should I basely yield my Throne to him My Name and Story would but poorly sound Who rais'd a Murd'rer and a Rebel Crown'd No if at worst I by this Traytour Dye Adore my Name and love my Memory Yes Mighty Man perform this Valiant Part To Crim. Bravely and boldly pierce a Female Heart Let story boast you this great deed fulfil'd Your manly hand an unarm'd Woman kil d. Crim. Since you at scorne and daring are so good I 'le feel your Pulse and try your heat of Blood Guards fire the Castle And while that burns I 'le a new shape assume I 'le Sport and Revel with more pleasing Charms Than Nero when he sung to burning Rome I 'le sing my Funeral Obsequies in these Armes I 'le Ravish her Then throw my self and her into the Fire And arm in arm together wee 'll Expire Burn Burn the Tower Enter Hametalhaz in the Belcone with Guards who seizes Crimalhaz and disarmes Him Ham. Before this Tower takes Fire you 'le want a Head Crim. Hametalhaz stand off am I betray'd Ham. I have no time to answer your demands Deliver him to Muly Hamets Hands The highest Triumph my weak Arm e're gain'd Is to present this Princess to his Hand Crim. is forced down by the Guards Muly. H. Her life preserv'd and he the instrument What Miracle of Honour has fate sent Sure Heav'n acts Wonders Wonders no 't is none What have th'high'r Powers to do but to take care Of so much Vertue and a Face so Fair Enter Crimalhaz below led in by Guards See him Convey'd to Execution straight He as he rose in Blood in Blood shall â—…et Crim. Since I must die and die Condemn'd by you Hear Heav'n for I ne're troubl'd you till now So may my body rot when I am Dead Till my rank dust has such Contagions bred My Grave may dart forth Plagues as may strike death Through the infected Air where thou draw'st breath Others may fancy pleasures more divine I know not where this shall in Hell be mine To think when dead I yet can Death Convey And what my Arm can't act my Ashes may Exit Guarded with Abdelcador Enter Hametalhaz Leading Mariamne Muly. H. My dear and best Life welcome By thy Hand My Crown my Happiness and Heav'n regain'd What mystick Blessing does my fate pursue To see her Sav'd and see her Sav'd by you Ham. Oh do not at this mystery admire Nothing is strange which Beauty does inspire To punish Treason and preserve a Throne Are due to Mariamnes Eyes alone When to his hand I gave that beauteous prize Design'd for his ambitions Sacrifice When her hard fate and her bright Charmes I saw These did my homage that my pity draw Something so kind I to that face did pay That to Serve her I could my trust betray Had I â—…een born a Prince and in that name Like You Erected Trophys to her fame In all things then I had your Rival prov'd And confidently told her that I Lov'd But wanting worth I wanted words and chose This way my speechless Passion to disclose I would defend what I could ne're injoy And break all bars that did her Peace destroy But I too late resolv'd a flight so high I cut my wings before I thought to fly Too quick to woâ—…k too weak to prop her Fall My Penitence could not my Sins recal Till this blest moment and your influence gave Her dangers and his insolence a Grave Muly. H. Such Honour and such Love I am Conquer'd here My Deeds and Passions are below thy Sphear But as your Worth your Pow'r shall out-reach mine Subjects my Homage pay but Monarchs thine Embraces him Ham. Though Heav'n by me her threatned life secures And saves her blood to be ally'd to yours Despair not Friendship yields to that hard task I bravely give what I durst never Ask. Hold Heart while I this Treasure do resign And Crown her Bliss with that which ruins mine I perish at her feet whom I adore The greatest Wracks are nearest to the shore Mariam Such Language may by Chastest ears be heard Your Love I must admire and he reward A Nobler Passion Story never writ That turn'd a Traytor to a Proselyte Thou best of Converts Muly. H. And of Rivals too Sir as a Tribute to your Vertue due All Honours Merit in a Court can meet And a kind Monarchs Love lye at your Feet Ham. Hold that great act of Mercy must not pass Let not your first days Raign a King disgrace Of such high Boâ—…nty I 'm unworthy still My good Acts have not yet out-weighed my ill No To some far Country I from those Eyes for ever will remove I cannot stand the sight of hopeless Love Pilgrims whose Zeal's more blest though less Divine Go meet their Saints but I must fly from mine Offers to go Muly. H. Stay I conjure you stay you shall you must You 've made me Great Let me not be unjust Speak what Command what Pow'r what Crown you 'l choose Ham. Crowns no such little Favours I refuse None but the place you hold my wish can bound But since I have your free offer to be Crown'd It is accepted I a King will be And of my Raign make this my first Decree This Criminals Banishment and to pursue My state a Conqueror and a King like you To what er'e place my wandring steps incline I 'le fancy Empires for I 'le think her mine Exit Ham. Here the Scene opens and Crimalhaz appears cast down on the Gaunches being hung on a Wall set with spikes of Iron Enter again Abdelcador Abd. See the reward of Treason Death 's the thing Distinguishes th' Usurper from the King Kings are immortal and from Life remove From their Low'r Thrones to wear new Crowns above But Heav'n for him has scarce that bliss in store When an Usurper dies he raigns no more Muly. H. My Justice ended now I 'le meet a Crown Crowns are the Common Prizes I have won Those are Entayld on Courage No 't is You Can only yield a Bliss that 's great and new The Charm of Crowns to Love but dull appears Rargning's a whole lifes toyl the work of Years In love a day an hour a minut's Bliss Is all Flight Rapture Flame and Extasies Love 's livelyer Joyes so quick and active move An Age in Empire 's but an Hour in Love Exeunt Omnes EPILOGUE THis Play like Country Girle come up to Town Long'd t' appear fine in Jewels and rich Gown And so Hoping it's Pride you Courtiers would support To please You lost its Maiden-head at Court Pufft with the glitt'ring of your gaudy Charms It fear'd to meet no danger in your Arms. And though the harshest Censures be its due Yet kinder usage it deserves from you A generous Gallant though tired and Cloy'd Should still speak well of what he has enjoy'd Should you damn this you would your selves reproach 'T is barb'rous to defame what you debauch Nay now you 've Cast it off yet do not Frown Though like the refuge of a Miss o' th' Town It is turn'd Common Yours for half a Crown T' was generous at Court and did for Love But does for profit to the Stage remove Women and Wit on equal scores begin Love and affection first may make 'um Sin They trade for Interest when they 're once got in But for you Sirs who Censure but not Write Who do in Wit as some in War delight Whose Courages do not much care to Fight But though they can't of Scars nor Conquests vapour They can draw sieges and take Towns in Paper You 't will be hard to please Critiques whose saving and Condemning still Is not your Act of Judgment but your Will Who equal Choice in Plays as Faces make What you resolve not what deserves shall take Thâ—…s your applause resembles your Amours Have we not seen Oh loves almighty Powers A Wench with tallow Looks and winter Face Continue one Mans Favorite seven Years space Some Ravishing kâ—…ack i' th' sport and some brisk motion Keeps the gilt Coach and the gallants Devotion Be to this Toy thus kind and you will raise Much better Fancies to write better Plays When meaner Faces are us'd kindly by ye What Power have greater Beauties to deny ye So your kind Smiles advance the scribling Trade To get good Play 's you must Excuse the bad FINIS ERRATA FIrst page of the Eâ—…istle line 21 read Authour pag. 2. l. 16. â—… to givâ—… 〈◊〉 Plaâ—… p. 8. l. 13. r. feighn'd l. 26 â—… gilded p 12. l 3â—… deleatur period p. 19. l. 29. r. friendâ—… p. 21. l. 25. â—… hand had run p. 34. l. 21. â—… Lent p. 3â—… l. 4. r. clouds l. 29. r with p. 43 r. Euridice p. 45. l. 25. â—… in the way p. 50. l 6. r. Râ—…quests p. 58. l. 20 dele are p. 60. l. 5. r. her Heart p. 62. l. 28. r. Raise my Guard p. 63. l. 15. r. know