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A40875 The sacrifice a tragedy / by the Honorable Sir Francis Fane. Fane, Francis, Sir, d. 1689? 1687 (1687) Wing F412; ESTC R29807 41,628 88

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beg the Friendship of the fair Irene Tam. Now you revive me Madam all my Sorrows Vanish like Dreams or like the gloomy Shades They steal away insensibly from Day-light And unperceiv'd like well-bred Courtiers slide Out of their Prince's Presence Oh how my Heart 's Enlarg'd the spacious Room left open For Airy lightsome thoughts there 's nothing lest That can disturb my Peace Strike off her Chains And bring her to the Empress Ax. The Gods Forbid What give her Sacred Life Into the Hands of one that Vows her Death ●●ust not to cover'd Flames nor Furies reconcil'd Tam. Ha! hold a little To the Guards Desp. Am I suspected Then my Faith 's discharg'd And my Revenge chain'd up by unjust Pity Breaks loose again my darling dear Revenge And rages for its Prey Perform your Vow Great Sir. Ax. Oh hear a little May you not accept A meaner Offering for this mighty Princess As Deities of old took worthless Brutes To save Heroic Lives and give the Emperor A full discharge of his rash Vow Desp. If either of you dye Heav'n be my Witness I freely clear the Emperor of his Vow The other dyes of Grief by course Aside Ax. One Life to save a better 't is no Crime But an exchange to the advantage of All the surviving World Then thus Sir I absolve you Stabs himself Guard her dear Life or let just Vengeance shake Your Guilty Throne Tam. Oh desperate Fondness Ire Oh Heav'ns Irene swoons Tam. and Ragal run to her Tam. What ails Irene Ire Nothing but Dying Rag. Sure'tis not Grief alone I fear she 's Poyson'd By some corrupted Servant and I've heard Some mutt'ring on 't Tam. Hast thou indeed Rag. But here I have a Cordial-Antidote will expel Both Grief and Poyson too Tam. Give it her quickly Ragal gives it her Ha! She revives Rag. to Desp. But she 'l as soon relapse I 've poyson'd her without that State and Pomp Which I knew wou'd not take Desp. What needed that rash hast Rag. Ha! She relents and longs to be our Soveraign But I 'll secure her For fear of squeamish penitential Tales Then say 't was Justice for my murder'd Friend Goes to Ax. embraces him Ah my poor dying Friend dear fellow Soldier Have we out-liv'd all dangers from our Foes To dy thus tamely Sir can you bear these wrongs Just Heav'ns I cannot False Murdress Stabs Despina Desp. What thou Ragalzan Oh thou double Traytor● Didst not thou blow the Coals of my revenge Accuse them all of Bajazets Destruction Tam. Guards seize the Villain Rag. Can you believe her Sir She spits her Venom now she 's trod upon Tam. Hold me up Crantor I am faint with Sorrow Desp. I and with Poyson too Here was the Dagger kept To Vindicate my wrongs upon thy Daughter Whom now Ragalzan poyson'd Thou hast not many minutes left to live Nor I to tell thee how Dyes Tam. Blest be the hand that did it hadst thou spar'd One Life more precious than my own thou might'st Have bustled with the briskest Female Saints For place in Glory Ire Oh generous Soul Oh my belov'd Axalla Kneeling by him Oh tell thy poor Irene why thou wast So kindly cruel to thy self and me Ax. Live Princess Live live to thy Father's Joy The Empire 's quiet and the Ages Glory Oh live to teach the World more Innocence And let this Wretch expire who might have stay'd T' have lov'd you longer not have serv'd you better Dyes Ire What wou'dst thou have me live an Age of Sorrows When the first Moment of thy Fate has kill'd me I ●aint a pace Kind Heav'n has hear'd my Prayers Oh I come after thee nothing on Earth shall stop me Two Angels are my Bridemen Saints my Singers The Clouds my Chariot and the Skies my Shrine Where I for ever will join hands with thine Oh! 't is too much to have both Heav'n and Thee Dyes Tam. She 's gone the sweetest Saint Heav'n ever shin'd with Guards bear the guilty Wretch to Death and Torture Rag. Bear me in Triumph Guards I 've won the day And dye a greater Conqueror than thy self Most mighty Tamerlane thou and my lesser Foes About my Feet Tam. Away with the vile Traytor Ex. with Rag. He urg'd my Patience now I 'll dye in Peace Oh now I 'm safe Now the kind Poyson comes To end the Quarrel betwixt Love and Honor To satisfie my Friends secure my Fame You Gods that make unchangeable Decrees And lead Mankind in strong but unseen Lines If you assume us hence to nobler Seats Receive me quickly with a generous Freedom For no man's Works deserve so great Rewards The powers we have come from you And what Thanks Can they deserve who only pay what 's lent And have no power to Cheat Perhaps you scorn The beggarly return of Benefits Like Trafficking Mankind If these be your Resolves My hopes I Anchor on his generous Doctrine Whose Sepulcher in Iewry I paid Vows to Who gives Rewards yet Suffer'd to obtain'em And now I find voluptuous death steal on me And I begin to dream before I sleep Green Meadows Silver Streams and warbling Winds All the whole Sky a Rainbow Lovely Sight Who wou'd not dye for this Now I 'm i' th' Dark And there I leave thee World just as I ever found thee Dye● FINIS Books Printed for John Weld c. THe Lives of Illustrious Men written in Latine by Cornelius Nepos and done into English by several Hands The Second Edition in 8● 2. A Discourse of Wit shewing what 's meant by that which Men usually call so with its Causes different sorts and great abuses thereof also a Character of a Pretender to Wit with Choice Instructions for the attaining the Ingenious Art of Translating By D. A. M. D. in 12● 3 There 's lately publish'd by Dr. Horneck a seasonable Discourse shewing the great necessity of applying our selves betimes to the serious practice of Religion very useful especially at this time to re-call both young and old from the Errors of their ways in 12● price I s.
of the Wall. Iren. He stares and turns about his head Oh horrid Tam. 'T is strange Priest. Marvel not Sir 't is usual with him He seems offended at your Conquests here Ragalzan leaps down Stabs at Tamerlane Irene interposes He and the Priest leap down the Trap-door Tam. Treason My Guards What vanish'd through this door Ax. Ha! What 's the matter where 's the Mummy-shower Tam. Ah Generous Girl Art thou not hurt Irene Iren. No not at all The Dagger struck upon this Bracelet Here of Beads Tam. A piece of Piety well plac'd Thanks be to Heav'n Enter Guards The fellow was in haste Ax. Where is the Villain Guards go search him out Tam. 'T is to no purpose they have endless Vaults Excellent Maid how durst thou interpose Thy tender Limbs that elsewhere art afraid Of thy own Shadow Iren. It was my Duty Sir and my Desire To save your Life tho ransom'd by my own Tam. Never was Child so fond and so indearing When at the Siege of Bagdat in my Tents A Saracen with an invenom'd Knife Had Stabb'd me in the Arm the subtil Poyson Hasting through all the Crimson Salliports To reach the Throne of Life She strait with greedy Piety suck'd out And with her Balmy breath heal'd up the part Which all the helps of bold but needy Art Had ne'r effected Ax. I have heard the Story And she untainted Who can hurt an Angel I know I feel her Virtues But what mean you Shall I not fetch more Soldiers Tam. 'T is work for a whole Regiment go call 'em And let 'em scou● the Vaults for many Miles And seize on all those wretched Priests they meet with I 'll turn their Idol Temples all to Mosques Or Christian Churches The Devil here is Worship'd In greater State than elsewhere his Creator All Impious Priests are vile but weak dissemblers They brave the Gods but purblind Mortals fear Juglers that in Sear'd Mouths take holy Fire In whom Religion Physic of the Mind By which true Souls are purged and refin'd Grows so familiar that it never works But feeds ill Humors and like Venom urks Enter Soldiers 1 Sol. We shall have brave Plund'ring and Firing here Heigh Boyes 2 Sol. I and hanging up these Conjuring Priests 3 Sol. For my part I do not like this Sacrilege 4 Sol. Why is it Sacrilege to take away That which was given in God's name to the Devil's use 3 Sol. Ha! God-Almighty made a Trustee for the Devil Nay then have at ' em Searches and is frighted The Soldiers search Devils meet 'em at one hole and fright 'em then another then flashes of Lightning and Smoak The Scene shuts ACT II. SCENE I. The out-part of the Fort Tamerlane's Tents on the other side Enter Philarmia Zeylan Phil. 'T Was bravely done one of your worthy Spoils To catch the Scythian Lion in your Toils Than let him go Seem'd it to your great Mind So small a Prize Great Tamerlane t' have joyn'd To Bajazet and in one Cage confin'd The Scourge and Terror of the World t' have tam'd And for his Conquest of the Globe been fam'd All for a Complement a Barbarous glance From a She Tartar Zeyl. 'T was th' effect of Chance For while I paid Irene short Respects For thy sake only honoring thy Sex The Emperor escap'd But is 't not Jealousie That envious Dream that avaritious Monster That wou'd have more than all that fills thy Mind With such unkind expostulations Tell me By Heav'ns thou wound'st me with ten Thousand Arrows Sharper than Death Dishonour Pains Infernal How can my Heart brim full of theee receive Another in Can the whole World with all It 's glittering Trifles and Deluding Joys Add ought to my possession having thee Or can the Gods with unexhausted Stocks Of Benefits reach down a greater blessing To charm my Soul or pull up my Ambition Into a higher Sphere than thy Embraces What have I more to wish or pray for Speak Phil. I Jealous what of you For which of your Perfections Your Valor or your Prudence No no but I 'm asham'd To own so false a Creature Farewel You man of War I 'll try your mettle Exit He strives to stay her she breaks from him Zey Nay stay and hear me Pray Heav'n our Loves prove not unfortunate This Girls so rash and daring and so Jealous So easily provok'd headstrong and sudden Tho soft as Prayers when pleas'd and passionately Tender when she perceives her error My Soul akes for thee tho I cannot guide thee Exit Enter Ragalzan Rag. Strange disappointment this too yet I find There 's no suspicion of my Treason Nothing To Holy Villany Am I a Saint or not The Saint and Devil differ in Man so little Those open bare-fac'd Mortals look as simply As naked Dogs or new-shorn Sheep expos'd To th' Injuries and Scorn of all Mankind While I like visiting Angels kill unseen Here I lye round and close as sleeping Serpents He that treads on me Feels before he Sees me Enter Tamerlane Now to my post I must draw near and flatter Tam. 'T is time my bus'nes of the World were done Or this Cameleon Fortune may change colours And Tarnish all my Glories Why was I Now so unhappy to escape this blow Then I had dy'd in time and ripe for Fate With all my Triumphs waiting on my Herse Rag. aside I 'm sorry for 't indeed Sir. Tam. Methinks I find a boding of some mischief Which threatens more than Thousand Lives my Fame Enter Axalla Ax. The fair Despina is arriv'd and begs to be Admitted And I hear she hates Th' unfortunate like Cleopatra hoping To be the object of your choice Your late Severity to her harsh Husband she Counts as a piece of Courtship done to her Tam. Hast thou now known me Friend so many years And didst thou ever find my easie heart Melt at a Woman's Face Those many Thousand Wives Virgins Widows all my Supplicants Mov'd me no more than Pictures do a Statue That stands upon its Basis. No I am Beauty-proof Bring in the little Image Made up of little Arts and lesser Charms I 'll blow 'em off Ax. This Conquest o're your self Out-does the Caesars more than all your Triumphs Tam. Why talk'st thou of these petty Lords of Rome What is their Carthage or Numantia To Nanquin Pequin Mosco Cambalu Casbin and Cairo and Constantinople Quinzay and Babylon Dehli and Agra And canst thou think my Soul can yield to Charms Which wrought upon those idle-headed Caesars Who in Triumphant Cars like Flies on wheels Assum'd the Glory of that little dust Which their Crampt Empire rais'd in several Ages When I alone have won more Worlds than e're They knew or thought of Rag. They set some Scriblers to out-lye the World And drest their Roman Eagles up to Soar Like Paper Kites t' amuse the wandring Vulgar And yet the very Plat-forms of your Conquests Wou'd cover all the Earth they ever fought for Tam. My Actions are too great