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sense_n	faith_n	see_v	word_n	4,690	5	4.5038	4	true

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A62223	Tamerlane the Great a tragedy : as it is acted by Their Majesties servants at the Theatre Royal / by C. Saunders, Gent.	Saunders, C. (Charles), fl. 1681.; Dryden, John, 1631-1700.; Banks, John, d. 1706.	1681 (1681)	Wing S741; ESTC R17093	37,675	72

then Isp. Not long ago my Lord you did receive A Letter from that Princess Ast. Me Isp. With all The Pow'r of Penitence I here implore Your Pardon Man What means the Fury Isp. In her Name You took embrac'd it lock'd within your Bosom The outward Manuscript within your Heart The sweet Contents Man Which do enrich my Soul Isp. But now ungrateful Man be 't spoke at last To fright thy Lawless Passion be it spoke I not Asteria wrote those Fatal Words Which cause my Death Man Then wou'd to Mahomet They may prove thy Damnation too Ast. Oh Heav'n Isp. Well Traytor thou hast had thy Fatal Wish As it is sure I die but know base Poisoner Thy wily Treasons have not set thee free Nor will Ispatia leave thee even in Death I 'le fright thee in thy Dreams I 'le haunt thee waking I 'le scourge thy Conscience with Whips of Remorse The Sting of Serpents shall be nothing to it Yes I will have Revenge I will I 'le strike Thee mad with terror when thou dar'st approach My Rivals Beauties Clasp her and I 'le glide All Cold between and dash the fancy'd Joy O Alha Mahomet O Courteous Heav'n Give me but Power as here I yield my Soul Up to your Mercy in Deaths cruel Pangs Dies Man Remove the hated Body from my sight Ast. And are there Pow'rs in Heav'n and can they see This Sacrilegious Mischief go unpunish'd Man What ever Deities in Heav'n there are They prove the Deed and smile upon the Doer And thus by giving thee reward it now Priest Mandricard and the Priest take her up and are carrying her off Ast. Look down O Mahomet from Heav'n behold My hard distressed Fortune save oh save A Virgins Chastity unsoil'd unstain'd And right with Miracles thy Pow'r contemn'd Enter Axalla and Zanches their Swords drawn Ax. This way this way the mournful Ecchoe calls Oh the bold Traytors Sacrilegious Villains They fight Mandricard and the Priest are beaten off They run they fly now injur'd Vertue seek To Ast. Thy safe Retreat while I pursue the Villains Exeunt Ast. Who e're you be just Mahomet reward you Exit SCENE a Wood. Arsanes sitting melancholly on a Green Bank while his Page sings this SONG BEhold ye Sylvans that frequent This silent sighing mourning Grove Behold the Fountains Birds lament Vnhappy Damons fatal Love Chloris to him her Heart denies For which the gentle Shepherd dies Ch. Chloris to him c. Bright Chloris fairest of her kind That charm'd with Smiles the yielding Swain False Chloris falser than the Wind That turns his Fairy Ioys to Pain Her Vows her Oaths which tir'd Heav'n Were for so many Curses giv'n Ch. Her Vows her Oaths c. Then fill with hollow Sighs the Day With Cypress strow the mourning Green Let nothing fresh let nothing gay O're all the fading Plain be seen ●or see the Swain lies bleeding there Wounded by Love dead with Despair Ch. For see the Swain c. Ars. Thus in a Chaos of cold discontent I pass the weary Minutes breathing forth My daily Passions from my wasted Spirits Unhappy wretched Prince how Destiny Allots unjust misfortunes to thy Youth Which to others is a flowing Spring of good To thee 's a frosty Winter of cold Sorrow Oh my Nerina how thy doubtful Faith Strikes deep my Heart nor can I think thee false To thy false Hand against thy Vertue plead So thus I may gaze here till I am blind Looking on the Letter But never here shall satisfaction find Throwing it away Enter in hast Axalla and Zanches Ax. Live live Arsanes In just Obedience to your great Commands I went to the Apartment of Asteria Where first I heard what seiz'd my Soul with horror And num'd my Senses with a Marble Fear I heard Arsanes your Nerina shrieking With all the Struglings of a Ravish'd Maid When from her Chamber rush'd in furious hast The Villain Mandricard and the prophaner Villain a Priest who grasp'd the Sacred Store Rais'd by the Pow'r of so just an Anger Your Old Mans Blood glow'd with a Youthful Heat While with our Swords I and the Faithful Zanches Pursu'd the Traytors forc'd 'em quit their Treasure And made 'em thankful to their Stars for Life Ars. O Golden Minute Thanks O Gracious Heav'n And thou its kindest happiest Instrument Ax. What Past before her fair Hand will unfold This Letter to your Hand she charg'd me bring Ars. They 'r welcome on what ever Errand sent Axalla see the wond'rous mighty Proof Reading Of her wrong'd Innocence she writes not she But fond Ispatia as dying she confess'd Was Author of those Lines which drove us hither In so much Fury and so much Despair Ax. 'T is as Axalla's Heart cou'd wish it shou'd be Ars. How cou'd I trust these Characters which are Unlike as Faith and Falshood Love and Hate Hope and Despair and shou'd I then have curst Curst her sweet Vertue for anothers Crime Such words wou'd sure have blasted me such words Had gave my Heart the lie had swoln my Tongue With its own Venome nay had press'd and grip'd My thoughtful Sense with wrecks of dire remorse And the black Scourge of self-tormenting Conscience Ax. But see my Lord the tenderest words she writes See at the end of her Complaints her Pray'rs She begs Protection from your Royal Hands Ars. Protect her yes against the Universe Brother and Father Fortunes Darts and Fates Decrees the business of our Watchful Eyes Shall be to mark her Enemies our Strength And well-collected Vertue be her Guard Where e're she moves Let us not wast in words One moment of our Life these happy Hours A swift Obedience calls our Hearts and Hands For from Nerina came the soft Commands Exeunt ACT V. Arsanes Asteria Ars. WIth equal Joy as when the first-born Man Through a sweet Paradise led his Infant Bride With all the Pleasures of a welcome Love Do I unsatiate with Asteria's Charms Pass the glad day Ast. Did not my Fathers Fate Oppose the sweet delights of growing Love This day I cou'd with mighty Queens dispute The Number of bless'd Minutes Ars. Oh my Soul Ast. My Heart I can profus'dly wish Ars. My all that I can ask and Heav'n can give Enter Abdalla with Guards Abd. Or I 'm mistaken or This is the Traytor apprehend him Ars. Whom Abd. Arsanes Sir me thinks you much resemble That great out-witted States-man Prince Ars. 'T is he Slave speak thy Errand Abd. From Tamerlane Ars. No more 't is Blasphemy To ask or to dispute the Cause I go Where e're he calls to shameful Bands or Death Lead on but oh my Heart forget her not Asteria Ast. My Lord Abd. We must not wait Fond Lovers tedious parting 's Lead away Ars. Farewel Fair Star for ever Is led off Ast. He 's gone he 's gone Hurry'd away by Traytors to his Death And oh ye Pow'rs I had not power to speak My last Farewel I le follow though and pierce Without regard