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A59324
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Love and revenge a tragedy acted at the Duke's Theatre / written by Elkanah Settle ...
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Settle, Elkanah, 1648-1724.
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1675
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Wing S2698; ESTC R10693
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's Princely Vow'd our Friend besides what ill Can we expect from her who might have sent Her murdering Ministers and slain us here Had She intended foul play No She 's Noble Dum. Noble Grant her so yet Lam. Yet what Dum. Her Murder'd Brothers memory Lam. When He fell We were too far off for Traytors Dum. But not for Torments had we been apprehended For in the high displeasure of that Queen All our Posterity was doom'd some felt the Wheel Some Wrackt some Hang'd others empaled on Stakes And had not we been then in Wittenburgh We had added to the number of the Dead And think you still we shall not Lam. By my Life 'T is Murder to suspect her We 'l to Court. Our Lives are all that we can lose our Fame Stands fair no power can reach a Souldiers Name Exeunt Enter Fredigond and Nigrello Queen What Conference did they maintain with thee Nigr. None further then the Language of their Eyes They lookt on me as if they meant me thanks Which their Amazement rob'd me of Queen Spake they not Nig. No not a word Queen Do you know ' em Nigr. No Royal Madam they appear'd to me But like the silent postures in the Arras Only the form of men with stranger faces Queen Come take 'em in They are our Enemies VVhich I have Angled with that golden bait Their Parents waded in my Brothers blood For which I 'le be reveng'd on all their Race Did they increase as fast as I could Kill I 'de ever Kill that they might still increase A bloody and a terrible mistake To right the Injuries of their Ravisht Sister They Murder'd Clâ—dymer for Clotairs fact My Brother Dyed for what my Son did act For which thus Fredigond's revenged The old Dumane the Father to this Maid VVith all his Kindred all his Race except Her wicked Brothers and that Ravisht VVhore I have already Sacrificed Is not Revenge a Pastime for the Gods Nigr. VVere but their Ravisht Sister and those Brothers VVith 'em it were a pastime for the Gods Queen VVe find thee fit Nigrello for employment I 've always found thee trusty and I love thee Nigr. I â—ay my Life at my great Mrs. feet But Madam how came this their Sister Ravisht Now for the greatest Rancour of her Soul Aside Was She such Ice or He so ill a Courtier That He your Eldest Son the Heir of France Could not subdue a Ladys heart nor steal A Pleasure but with so much Violence 'T was very hard he could not Queen Yes 't was hard 'T was my ill Fate he could not For that Lady I knew he Loved and I my dear Clarmount Glad of th ' occasion instantly used all Our Arts to make Her His. 'T was we seduced her By false pretences to that fatal place VVhere my hot Sons wild passion forced her Honour But for a different end we brought her thither For we design'd her for an easier prize In hopes She would have yeilded to his Arms That when he had once debaucht her to a Mistriss He might have been diverted by her Love And those more fweet stolne Pleasures from the thoughts Of the morose and duller Joys of Marriage And the more weighty cares of Heirs to Kingdoms And by that means we thought t' have softend him Into so loose a Life as might have render'd My Clarmounts passage easier to the Crown Nigr. Was ever such a Bawd or such a Mother Aside But She it seems more Chast then Wise refused The gracious offer of your Princely Son Queen Refused it Yes And Curse upon the Name Her Chastity that scorn'd his Love inflam'd it And drew that Rage from his unruly Passion That lost her Honour and my Brothers Life Her Enraged Kindred wanting power for open Revenge in a dark hour and silent Walk Mistook and Stab'd my Brother for my Son But see how my Revenge I have persued And what 's my Misery I am still forced To set new Plots on foot Nigr. As how Royal Madam Queen I 've laid the Platform of great Childricks death Nigr. Her Husbands death Aside Queen And they two Brothers must be thought his Murdrers Our Enemies and now new Courtiers Whom for this end I have reserv'd for Policy First that they take away the Guilt from Us Next being seiz'd to study Pains and Deaths The Heads of all our Engineers shall sit T' invent unheard of Torments for the Villains I long to see 'em greet their Kindreds Dust. Nigr. The Plot 's most admirable Queen Then I 'le commend thee to my Elder Son Where thou shalt wind into his secret thoughts As for the Younger Boy let me alone Did ever VVoman less delight in blood And shed so much as I must Oh Nigrello I once was a Kind VVife and Pious Mother But now my Husband and my Sons must dye And I must be the Traytor I can Weep To give 'em Deaths and yet I cannot save ' em Almighty Love this wondrous Change has made A Love that has my hopes of Heav'n betray'd And yet I can't resist it For my Clarmount My best-lov'd Clarmounts sake Husband and Sons Are Clouds betwixt my Love and Me and all The tyes of Blood and Nature are too small To check what Love resolves When Love bears sway All lesser powers all weaker tyes give way Enter Clarmount Sir you are welcome Your Visits have been freer but I grow old And you command the Beauties of the Time Clarm. What means my Noble Mistriss think you the blood Runs so degenerate within these Veins To stoop to any thing below the Charms Of this Divinity Queen But oh my dearest Clarmount we are betray'd Our Interview last Night was by the King Discover'd Clarm. How discover'd Queen Yes but by What Arts I cannot learn Nigr. Learn No 't is past your skill The Plots I lay I defie all the Arts of Man or Devil To countermine or what 's more subtle Then Man or Devil I defie thy pow'r The pow'r of Woman damn'd in Lust whose Breast Harbours more Hell then Zealots Fears or Poets Fables ever framed Aside Furies are Tame and burning Lakes are coolâ— To thy Insatiate Lust and monstrous Villanies Clarm. How has he dropt ambiguous words and what To Fredig His Language left imperfect spoke in Looks Queen Yes Sir but as he 's of a fearful Nature And consults safety e're his Rage speaks plain So is he of a cruel one when that rage Is ripe for action what he intends I cannot guess unless it be our deaths Which if he speedily performs not then Know he shall never for this night concludes him Nigr. Dye and to Night Aside Queen The Poyson 's drank already And wants but some few hours for operation My Sons I weigh not this They have Rebell'd And taken spirit to oppose my Will For which it is not safe that they should live The Kingdoms Heir shall bâ— a Child of thine And Kings and Queens shall follow in thy Line Enter Dumane and