Exit Guard. Now is the time to put a period to This languishing Distemper flattering Fever This merry Madness this Apulian Sting That makes men rage in measures now I 'le shake off This rude Companion Love that blinds Men first Then gives them blows in jest that smart in earnest Enter Guard with Zeylan disguis'd Zey Am I betray'd or no Here stands the Prince But where 's my Guide I know not 'T is no matter I 'll make a bold Attack and lose my Life in 't Tam. Let all withdraw and leave me with this Stranger Come Friend draw nearer view me more exactly And tell me if your Partner in Affliction Has kept his Word Am I forsworn or no Am not I Tamerlane Zey Death 't is the same Shining in all his Glory What means this Riddle Tam. Nay fear not to come near me Zey 'T is not Fear but Wonder Tam. Here take this Dagger strike this open Brest But yet before you do this welcom Act Here is the Door you must escape at to The River's side where lies a Boat prepar'd To take in the next Comer which will strait Row you to Zeylan's Citadel before The Deed be known and here 's a Cabinet Not very weighty but worth many Millions The Spoils of Turky Persia Aegypt China Muscovy Syria Afric Indostan If thou get'st clear from hence thou hast enough To purchase thee a Kingdom Zey Sure Fame has Not â—latter'd him he 's a Man of wond'rous Virtue But Thrones are not exempt from fatal Sorrows Can I consent to kill my Benefactor Tam. There 's nothing thou canst do that can deserve So great Rewards but this Alass I 'm weary Of Life my Empire is too great a Burden Without the over-weight of private Griefs I never yet refus'd the thing was ask'd me Nor ever sent a sad Man from my presence And shall I be deny'd so small so just a Favor Zey My Vengeance fails me Most Heroiâ— Prince I cannot guide this Dagger to your Brest I beg but one Request in satisfaction Of all the Wrongs the World or you have done me Tam. Refuse not this to me and I 'll refuse thee Nothing that my unbounded Empire yields Zey Here on my knees I 'll try your Virtue first I beg Sir a young Beardless Captain 's Life That is condemn'd to dye for letting Zeylan Escape that was his Prisoner Tam. I grant it freely Zey Why then as freely here I give you Zeylan pulls off his disguise With all my Forces all my Reputation Acquir'd in Arms and lye still at your Mercy But know the weighty Reason she 's my Mistress In that disguise No smothering Revenge Nor over-looking Envy nor vile Treason Mov'd me to this but her dear Life endanger'd Urg'd me to undertake your Death my own The ruin of the World that my fair Saint Might fly out in the merciful Confusion Tam. But art thou Zeylan Welcom noble Prince Embraces him Prop to thy falling Country China's Redeemer Can there be so much Virtue in the World And Love the Cause dire Love that monstrous Passion 'T is I that am thy Prisoner here I yield thee My Sword with all its Conquests all its Glories With more serene and unconcern'd a Freedom Than Virgins do their Beauties Saints their Souls To Heaven or Hymen but besure thou give No Qâ—â—rter take my Life for if thou spare it Perhaps I 〈◊〉 resume the rest Thou art The â—ittest man to execute this Sacred Act Oh now 't is Justice that before was Fury Zey Pray Sir be pleased to call first to your Guards Her precious Life 's at stake Tam. Guards make hast Carry my Pardon to the sentenc'd Captain That let Prince Zeylan scape Now Sir To my Request be speedy and begone With all your Treasure lest the Soldiers Fury O'rwhelm you Come ease me quickly Zey I have not Sir been bred in Foreign Courts Nor can I talk of high-flown Rules of Honor Those nice distinctionss fram'd in Virtues School But I have some rude Sparks of Nature show me By their dim light How great a Monster is Ingratitude Tam. Thou art ungrateful then if thou deny me this So just Request since I have answer'd thine Death is to me a greater Gift than Life Is to thy Mistress Is there a greater good Than to be lull'd asleep from endless griefs And wake no more to find ' em Thou art unjust too to thy Native Country Nor canst thou answer this to Heav'n or Earth Nor will the Ghost of all thy slaughter'd Friends Let thee sleep quiet till they are Reveng'd They 'l haunt thee tear thee in ten Thousand pieces And send a Sampler of thee to each Corner Of the wide Mischief-studying Earth to teach The World the Fate of Traytors to their Country Zey I never heard Great Tamerlane abus'd Heav'ns favors to excess but his kind Sword Still carv'd out work for his diffusive Mercy The petty Wranglers of the Universe Chose rather to submit to his Just Sceptre Than to subdue each other Shall I deprive the World of all its Lustre The Ornament of Story Task of Fame Extinguish the great Light graces and guides it And by your Glory raise my Infamy Urge me not to a Crime your self would fly from Tam. Is there such Honour in the World besides How many Climates have I pass'd and now At last have found it in this Savage Corner Sure 't is Instill'd by Nature not by Precept 'T is time to dye now for a weighty Reason Thou hast out-done me in my own Pretensions And rais'd the price of Honor to that rate ' Twou'd ruine me and all my Conquer'd Earth To rise to that vast purchase Oh the Mark 's too high For me to reach I 'll quit the Field In Virtue and return to Tyranny Kill me or else thy Mistress dyes Zey kneeling The Gods forbid Oh look upon her first and she will melt you You cannot hurt so sweet an Innocence I know you cannot Nature will not bear it She 'l smile away your Anger or she 'l thaw Your frozen heart t' a Torrent with her Tears She is the Joy of Nature Pride of Heav'n The Idol of all Eyes that e'r beheld her Tygers wou'd lose their Fierceness at her sight And can Mankind hold Weapons to destroy her Oh save her save her save her Virtuous Prince And let my Life redeem her Tam. Rise brave Friend No both shall live together and live happy I take delight in the content of all men Less dear than thee tho I have none my Self Well I 'll not press thee 'gainst the sense of Honor And Nature too I know too well the weight They bear in well-born Souls A thousand ways There are to the great Joy that thou deny'st me I 'll wait a little longer spread my Sails To the next Wind to wast me to my Port Where I will Anchor and Lanch out no more But to return th' Heroic Resignation I make thee King of China Zey Vice-Roy rather When
THE SACRIFICE A TRAGEDY By the Honorable Sir FRANCIS FANE Knight of the BATH The Second Edition Quae poterunt unquam satis expurgare cicutae Ni melius dormire putem quam scribere Versus Hor. LONDON Printed by I. R. for Iohn Weld at the Crown between the Temple Gates in Fleetstreet MDCLXXXVII Licensed May 4. 1686. Ro. L'Estrange To the Right Honorable CHARLES EARL of Dorset and Middlesex c. Lord Lieutenant of the County of Sussex My Lord HAving long since devoted my self to a Country Life and wanting Patience to attend the leisure of the Stage I have adventur'd to exposed this Tragedy without Action but I shall never be much asham'd of it since it has had the Honor of your Lordships Approbation whose admirable Genius in Poetry has long since given you a just Title to preside over all Causes of that kind and whose Judgement never Errs but when 't is seduc'd by your Extraordinory Candor Yet to have a share in your Lordship's Mercy rather than all the Clamorous Applauses of the Vulgar shall ever be esteemed a greater Honor to My Lord Your Lordships most Obliged and Humble Servant FRANCIS FANE TO THE AUTHOR WHen o'r the World the mild Augustus Reign'd Wit 's Empire too the Roman Poets gain'd So when the first auspicious James possest Our Brittish World and in Possessing blest Our Poets wore the Lawrels of the Age While Shakespear Fletcher Johnson Crown'd the Stage And tho our Caesars since have rais'd the State Our Poetry sustains the Roman Fate In less Essays successful we have been But lost the Nobler Province of the Scene Perverters not Reformers of the Stage Deprav'd to Farce or more fantastick Rage How therefore shall we Celebrate thy Name Whose Genius has so well retriev'd our Fame Whose happy Muse such Wonders can impart And temper Shakespear's Flame with Johnson's Art. Whose Characters set just Examples forth Mix Humane Frailties with Heroick Worth Shunning th' Extreams in Modern Heroes seen Than God's more perfect or more frail than Men. With Reason Nature Truth our Minds you treat Aâ—d shew a Prince irregularly Great A generous Soul storm'd by impetuous Love Which yet from Virtue 's Centre scorns to move Thus while the Hero does himself defeat Your Tamerlane is rendred truly GREAT When by his Troops whole Empires were o'rthrown 'T was Fortune's Work this Conquest was his own Your Monarch rages in Othello's Strain Iago in Ragalzan lives again Not Hecuba like your Despina Rag'd Like Her for Empire and a Monarchs Fate engag'd With Iphigene your Fair Irene vies And falls a more lamented Sacrifice Your Style tho just subservient to the Thought Your Numbers in Majestic Plainness wrought Methinks I see the Pyrat-Wits of France Already to this Noble Prize Advance An Artifice in which they most excel But still the Sense they steal they Husband well Thus Sir they 'l melt your Oar tho not Refine While each rich Thought of yours each massey Line Drawn to French Wire shall through whole Volumes shine Accept our Thanks tho you decline the Stage That yet you condescend the Press t' engage For while we thus possess the precious Store Our Benefit's the same your Glory more Thus for a Theatre the World you find And your Applauding Audience All Mankind N. TATE To Sir FRANCIS FANE on his Admirable Play the SACRIFICE WE have of late with heedless Scenes been fed With Plays fit only to be seen not read As tho with Rochester all Sence were dead But when that Prince of Wit did yield to death As his best Legacy he did bequeath To you his Friend his great Poetick Power And in it nam'd you for his Successour Strait Wit 's great Council sate that Critick Tribe Who did your Title to the Gift subscribe And by their Heralds did aloud declare To all the World you were his lawful Heir And now to satisfie pretending Men You have confirm'd your Title by your Pen. For by your charming measures you have taught You do inherit that dear thing call'd Thought Cease then ye Factious Wits and never dare Attempt the Laurel from his Head to tare For whilst he doth Wit 's Glorious Scepter sway Ye cannot happier be than to obey And if against his Laws ye ne'r rebel Both Italy and France We shall in Wit as well as Arms excel Then Sir how much is due t'you from the Age That you your Learned Thoughts should thus engage Once more to send a Pattern to the Stage A Play correct where Art and Nature 's shown That 's self Existent and depends on none Where Wit like Souls in Bodies by your Art Is all in all and all in ev'ry part Shou'd Traiterous Whiggs but view the lasting Dress That you 've put on Ragalzan's Wickedness Tho hatred to the best of Kings they wear Yet all designs against him they 'd forbear Lest you shou'd make them your next Character For well 't is known that whatsoe'r you write Will see the Sun till all things end in Night And tho these Villains Rope nor Ax do fear Yet everlasting Shame they cannot bear If happy Souls above can view the State Of things below Despina for her Fate Will thank the Gods now to her Virtuous Name Your well wrought Lines have given a happy Fame Irene too that Pious Beauteous Prize No more wou'd blame the Effects of her dear Eyes Since by it she 's become your Sacrifice IOHN ROBINS To the Honorable Sir FRANCIS FANE On his Excellent Play The Sacrifice LOng have our Priests condemn'd a Wicked Age And every Little Critick's senseless rage Damn'd a forsaken self-declining Stage Great 't is confess'd and many are our Crimes And no less profligate the Vicious Times But yet no wonder both prevail so Ill The Poets Fury and the Preachers Skill While to the World it is so plainly known They blame our Faults and never mind their own Let their Dull Pens flow with unlearned Spight And weakly Censure what the Skilful Write You Learned Sir a Nobler Pattern show Our best of Rules and best Example too Precepts and grave Instructions dully move The brave Performer better does Improve Thus in the truest Saryr you Excel And show how ill we Write by Writing well This Noble Piece which well deserves your Name I Read with Pleasure tho I Read with Shame The tender Lawrels which my Brows had drest Flag'd like young Flowers by too much Heat opprest The Generous Fire I felt in every Line Show'd me the cold the feeble Force of mine Henceforth I 'll you for Imitation chuse Your Nobler Flights will wing my Callow Muse. So the young Eagle is inform'd to fly Seeing the Monarch Bird ascend the Sky And tho with less Success her Strength she 'll try Spreads heâ— soft Wings and his vast Tract pursues Tho far above the Towring Prince she views Where the whole Work is so Divinely wrought The Rules so just and so sublime each Thought With such strict Art your Scenes in order
Innocence thou hast no Prospect Of this thy Danger the sad thought of which Racks my poor Soul and cuts me up alive And tears my Bowels out before my Face Iren. Good Sir what moves you to this fatal sadness Tam. Ah! were it fit that thou should'st know my Sorrows Yet Children should not know their Parents Shame Ire I know your Troubles and have heard your Vow And I can satisfie your nicest Scruples Heav'n be my Witness I Had rather go to death to give you ease Than to th' Embraces of a dear-lov'd Hero Whose Wit cou'd charm whose Valor cou'd secure me Whose Beauty cou'd inflame my frozen Brest Rather than to my Nuptials with Axalla My Refignation will be your discharge To Heav'n and Earth Injuries are Rewards When they are begg'd for Tam. Greater then wou'd be Thy kindness and my shame shou'd I desert thee Ire But Sir consider how the World 's Amaz'd And Nature 's frighted to see you disorder'd Do we not blow up worthless Cottages To save contiguous Palaces from bold And disrespectful Flames And shall the World want Order and direction From your great Soul if mine can stop its passage To other Orbs and make the Earth my Debtor Tam. So young so wise Why sure thou art Inspir'd Thy Soul 's upon the Wing and sees much farther Than the unfledg'd Companions of her years Ill Omen of thy Fate Thy Soul 's too ripe To stay long in the Shell Oh now I fear thee Ire What if I might have liv'd some harmless years Of Ignorance and Youth Yet if you please To pluck off this green Fruit I will not say Untimely when you call sor't to content Some longing Palate 'T will not be harsh to me if not to you You gave me Life and 't is but to restore it To pay a debt which you contracted for me Let me be just to Nature if not you Tam. No more no more sweet merciful Redeemer Why art thou come to scrue up my Aâ—â—ctions Oh every Word from thee against thy self Does wound my Soul more than ten Thousand Daggers Dear cruel Orator why dost thou plead Against the Innocent to save the Guilty He that does spare my life 's the worst of Murderers And thou deserv'st to dye by speaking for me I cannot bear thy sinful Eloquence Let not so sweet an Angel plead for Satan Oh leave me to the Furies they 're my Council Exeunt Re-enter Tamerlane with Axalla Tam. In what condition is the Enemy Ax. Now you speak like your self a watchful Monarch Tam. May not Prince Zeylan once again surprize us Before the general Assault be given Ax. He may Sir but I have intrench'd the Army With greater safety doubled all the Guards About your sacred Person Tam. Wondrous well But then give order strait to all the Rounds To keep a striâ—â—er Watch that whosoever Dares stir abroad to night be shot at without mercy And let it be proclaim'd without delays Secureness more than Cowardise betrays Exit Ax. And yet pray Heav'n he meditate no mischief In mighty Souls Passion 's not soon supprest Like wounded Whales they struggle till they dye By their impatience they increase the smart Provoke their Pains and vex a harmless Dart Tossing the mighty Mass till they 're on ground Their Rage more fatal than the little Wound Exit ACT. IV. SCENE I. A Guard of Musâ—uetiers Axalla and Irene behind Enter Tamerlane disguâ—â—'d Tam. SLave to my Passions Scandal to my self Here stand the 〈◊〉 of great Tamerlane Right reverend 〈◊〉 Fine 〈…〉 Poor Thunder-blasted Oak sometime the Glory now The just reproach of all the neighb'ring Shrubâ— But hold Self-murder that Inâ—ernal Crime Which all the Gods level their Thunder at Why 't is an Act the Gods admire and envy Because they cannot do 't and where 's the wrong May not I mow my Grass reap my own Corn Cut my own Woods lay down this load of Life Without Injustice or to Gods or Men Self-preservation Nature's Highest Law Is best obey'd when our Sublimer part Tir'd out with Troubles and chain'd up with Griefs Strives to shake off her fleshy Mancles And fly to Nobler Dwellings Fine Quirk to salve the Conscience to let others kill me Well 't is all one as if I kill'd my self And that 's no harm since I 'm no more my self The Magistrate in me destroys the Malefactor And this form pleases best a comlier shape Of Death Ax. 'T is as I guess'd I know 't is he by his Majestie Meeâ—â— His piercing Eyes that use to strike Men speechless Tho Suns are Clouded yet the Day-light shows When they 're ascended in our Hemisphere Ire Oh Heav'ns It is the Emperor I 'll go to him Ax. Oh by no means I 've told the the Guards already Enter Zeylan disguiz'd Zey I hope 't is not too late tho time is precious Now my Philarmia's acting her last part My Trumpet saw her led away to Judgement By this time she 's condemned perhaps led out To Execution yet if it were so How comes the World to be no more disorder'd No Earthquake no Eclips Convulsion Blindness Can Nature keep an equal Pulse or have A healthful look in such an Agony When she that is the Life of Nature's dying Ah poor Philarmia must thou lose thy Life For sparing minâ— Unhappy headstrong Girl Well thus â—ar I have got into their Camp With this Disguise I 'll find some other meanâ— To see this high and mighty God-like Man And with this Dagger search his haughty Heart And try if it be mortal so prevent Her Death by the Confusion tho I lose My Life to do 't or perish all together Tam. All my Commands are lost there 's none will shoot I whom so many Millions late obey'd Am slighted scorn'd Have I no Friend nor Foe To put a stop to my declining Honor 'T is hard Rogues Traitors fawning Slaves To the Coward Tamerlane Now I cou'd wish For raging Bajazet to be my Orator 1 Sold. 'T is the Emperor as the General told us 2 Sold. My Life 't is he by 's Voice Camrade my Powder 's wet 3 Sold. And my hand shakes I cannot hold my Arms. Tam. What Am I yet contemn'd Slaves Cowards Dogs Whom do you guard here wand'ring Tamerlane That Renegade Cut-throat glorious Thief Whom Fortune meant the Gallows gave the Throne to Zey What a bold Fellow 's this that rails against His Prince and no man shoots him sure 't is some Discontented Votary of China that contemns The Conqueror's Laws This Fellow may assist in my design Goes up to Tam. Tam. Ha! a Spy o'th'Enemy's Zey Methinks I see Some discontent writ on thy brow Art thou So weary of thy Life to rail upon The Emperor to his Guards Tam. I that I am And I would have him kill'd Zey And so wou'd I For stronger Reasons cou'd I pass his Guards Tam. Merciful Providence that brought thee hither My dear chance Friend I will assist thee in thy brave design And
flutt'ring o'r their ruin'd Mansions And there too soon he spy'd A Diamond in the Dust sparkling Philarmia Pale and yet glimmering in the shades of Death Then strait tear's up his Wounds and with his Dagger 〈◊〉 Till he falls dead upon her Tam. Happy Pair Enter Despina Ax. What Love affairs yet Friends let us retire Exit with Soldierâ— Tam. Here comes the sole Disturber of my peaceful â—houghts Desp. Thanks most indulgent Conqueror Now I find There are some Monarchs that do own the Gods That unrestrained Power allay'd With Piety can bound it self like th' Ocean Whose uphil Waves hang o'r the threat'ned Earth Might overflow its humble Friend but will not Trumpets and Cornets the Procession enters Virgins in Mourning Tam. So so here comes the Stateliest piece of Shame That ever Monarch groan'd for Now I feel Honor and Piety return again I 'll keep my purpose Close to Religion Laws to Heav'n to Nature Irene is brought in like a Sacrifice Drest like a Sacrifice Ah poor Irene Art thou preparâ—◠〈◊〉 for a sudden Fate Ire A sudden Fate There 's no such thing in Nature We 're dying from our â—radles Heav'n can send No greater 〈◊〉 when 't has predispos'd Mâ—n for the 〈◊〉 'T is a quiâ—k Mâ—d'cine for a long Disease Re-enter Aâ—alla Ha! what Pageant 's this Great Gods can this be true or do I see A Lovers Oath an over-acted Rant A 〈◊〉 Word that has out-run a Thought Fore'd by the Violence of self-urging Passion Which the Gods laugh at other men dispise And featâ—er to the Wind become so sacred So indispenâ—ible that she must dye â—orâ—â— Nay she by whom thou Livâ—st thy Angel thy Redeemer Are there such things as Gods Or are they over-busy'd Or is the World become so rankly Wicked Ne'ra spare Thunderbolt is lest for Thee Tam. Oh spare me spare me let me dye Axallâ— Ax. Canst thou devorâ— that Life that sav'd thy own See that blood spilt that sprung from thy own Fountain And kept thy own from shedding Canst thou hear Her dying Groans by whose sweet Prayers the Heav'ns Have been inclin'd to thy Success and softned to Tay Failings By whose dear Murmurs and Celestial Sound Thy Life has been refresh'd more than by Glory Whose Tears wou'd melt the Earth into an Ocean Whose Sighs wou'd cleave an Universe of Adamants Aâ—d make a Palsy shake the guilty Earth To â—hreds to Atoms to a second Chaos Tho it were Crampt with unrelenting Irons And Hearts as hard as thine Tam. Axalla Oh Axalla cou'dst thou see My Heart thou woud'st not chide but pity me Here stands a Saint and there methinks an Angel Peeps from the Clouds to call me to performance Of Sacred Vows Is Heaven divided Against it self and shall frail man be constant Nay more than that I 'm satisfi'd by all The Oracles of Heav'n the Mystic Priests Of several Churches that my Vow 's perform'd In her delivery But oh I 've done too much Desp. Ha! is 't come to this Aside Ax. Too much indeed and more than Heav'n requires For had you made a Vow to burn the World Blot out Religion Laws destroy Mankind And leave no Soul to Worship his Creator 'T were Sin to make it but to keep it greater Fy Sir for shame grasp your loose thoughts together Bind up your shatter'd Soâ— that it may piece again And grow the stronger by this Amorous Fracture Oh let me never live to see The Glory of all Ages basely bury'd Thus in a Woman's Arms. Desp. Sir I perceive I breed a Faction in your Family Your Slaves are angry and you must obey Unbind the Princess but unloose me too From my rash Contract 'T is better for us both Tam. No Fairest no Let me not lose that Heav'n after assurance Think of some Nobler less afflicting Tryal Some desperate never yet attempted Action Nor ever thought of Bid me drain the Ocean Make Mountains Navigable transplant a Climate Unhindge the Globe Bid me obscure the Sun Name that impossible that shan't be done But urge me not to tear out mine own Bowels To be alive Dissected doubly Martyr'd Desp. Are Vows made only to be broke and Women The Stales to cheat the Gods by Is this your Love That I must keep my Word and you be free I 'll try if I shall be obey'd Strangle the Princess Ax. kneeling Hold Madam hold Here take my guilty Head 'T was I that councelâ—d Bajazet's Destruction Contriv'd the Murder urg'd the doubtful Prince Cou'd her soft Heart contrive so harsh a Deed Her Pious Soul consent to such black Crimes Cou'd she the fatal Laws of Empire know The hard necessities of Jealous Greatness Let me the Author expiate the Crime Let not this spotless Lamb redeem a Tyger Deep in your Husband's Blood. Desp. You are her Lover Then I must punish you and set her free Ire Oh Madam hear him not his cruel Love Betrays his Life but never will save mine For sure I neither can nor will out-live him Ah generous Innocent why wilt thou rob me Of Martyrdom in such a Glorious Cause To save my Father's Life and ease his Sorrows That weigh too heavy on the afflicted World Desp. What Game of Glory 's this where Death 's the Prize And Life the odious Blank When Appetites Are too irregular pity they shou'd be humour'd Tam. He wrongs himself to save his guiltless Mistress No Truth is half so Holy as this Falsehood Despair urg'd Bajazet to self-Destruction Heav'n be my Judge 't was no Command of mine Nor yet their Counsel to substract one minute From his Heroic Life Desp. So you have told me Sir and I begin To think you real well 't is time The Vail were off lest Passion work some mischief Forgive me mighty Sir this bold Request kneeling 'T was but to try the firâ—ess of your Love You have discharg'd your Promise to the utmost 〈…〉 upon the Rack your own indulgent Nature Sir 〈◊〉 think this was the way to win you And make my self the Empress of the World To come to your Majestie bed all reâ—king In your dear Daughters Blood I 'm satisfy'd You never order'd Bajazets Destruction As you convinc'd me since Tam. 'T is a Sacred Truth No more than by hard usage and denying To him the sight of you which was his Life Desp. That well might move me Sir but not so highly Tam. I had your temper show'd me in false Glasses Which made me Amourously own in part What you believ'd by many weighty Reasons Ax. This may end well I 've seldom heard of Women Stand upon terms with all-commanding Emperors Rag. If these two piece again what will become Of me the Engineer I shall be crush'd 'Twixt these two mighty Wheels that I have put In motion Perhaps the Emperor is not poyson'd Who knows the walks of wily Womankind Desp. Now Sir by Virtue of your former Grant I 'll add but one request you 'll not deny me 'T is to release your Admirable Daughter And