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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A10790	The heroinæ: or, The lives of Arria, Paulina, Lucrecia, Dido, Theutilla, Cypriana, Aretaphila; Heroinæ.	Rivers, George.	1639 (1639)	STC 21063; ESTC S101215	33,813	186

active this being often the fruit of a desperate dejected that ever of a well-settled mind Her valour was her crime her cowardize for as shee had the false spirit of a man unjustly to kill a man so had shee the true false spirit of a woman to act a greater lest she should sinke under a lesser evill Perhaps glorie transported her to an attempt as shee flattered her self above a man did shee not also descend into the cruell weaknesse of her sexe slay a man that had already paid earnest to a sleep never to awake that had already pawn'd himselfe to Death Did she not goe lower sacrifice his soule to the furie of furies her selfe Whither did her blind rage lead her to punish innocence to salve her honour that was not wounded This act carries little Valour in it lesse Vertue CYPRIANA THE Iland Cyprus Natures choycest storehouse where she had reposed the chiefest blessings of the earth flowing in wealth the wantonizer of the mind and by it once dedicated to the Queen of Love courted and feared of the neighbouring Nations while secure in her owne height the Othomannick Army infinite in number invincible in valour unappeas'd by cruelty breaks in like a sea that threatens to eat her into another Iland if not devoure her Christianity was their crime a wrong proud enough to unsheath a Turkish blade life was their greatest guilt which must bee wip'd off by cruell death That which to nature was preposterous the souldier made methodicall the infant torn from the mothers brest was mangled into as many atomes as it had lived minutes and hewed out into more Sacrifices then it had sins if sorrow was too weak to conquer the surviving distressed mother the sword therein courteous supplyed it and intomb'd both in the wombe from whence they did unfortunately spring Wives and Maids were first ravish'd then slaine for adultery Father and Daughter Mother and Sonne Brother and Sister were all incestuously piled up there was nothing wanting but new lives to satisfie the guilt of death The Iland was an heape of carkasses in despaire of being repeopled but by Cannibals or Crows Was ever cruelty so barbarously express'd Was ever steel refin'd for such cruelty Mustapha having almost dislimb'd the Iland bends his fury to the head besiegeth Salamina renowned for rich Citizens brave Buildings and stately Temples erected by the Telamonian Teucer during the Trojan sieige Dandalus the Governour forc'd to submit himselfe to the Turkish yoke after exquisite tortures is beheaded and to strike a greater terrour in the survivors his head is carryed upon the point of a sword through the razed Citie Nero had here seene his cruell wish accomplish'd the head of thousands of heads strooke off at one blow The highest rate the Citizen could amount to was too cheap for the securitie of life where innocence was punish'd in stead of treason Mustapha his sword now surfetted in humane bloud spurs on his sacrilegious furie to revenge him of the Gods he razeth the Temples whither the wretched Salaminians were fled for refuge the Altars are profan'd Hymens holy Tapers are lighted to rapes and adulteries at the very Altars Murders are their Sacrifices innocent lives drop like beades from their bloudy hands their more bloudy devotions Good Heaven where is your thunder awake your sleeping armory is not your whole Hoast blasphem'd Good Earth where is thy Earthquake cannot these monsters move thee The consecrated vessels are prophan'd to servile uses The shrines of Saints that call'd the adoration of farthest Pilgrims are demolish'd all holy and prophane a e miscellaniously sacrific'd to fire and sword Mustapha his rage and avarice appeas'd bethinks him of a present to appease Selimus his Masters lusts he sends captive the choicest beauties of both sexes doom'd to another destinie to the distain'd Carpathian Sea where his fleet lay at anchor The captives ship'd and ready to be wafted in their owne bloud to Byzantium when the divinely inspired Cypriana wrought the miracle worthy the memory of all time Shee servilly imployed in the powder-office with a countenance that gave a majesty to her miserie and scorn'd the subjection of sorrow resolves a powder-treason a candle shee had flaming in her hand but a purer flame shot from heaven into her breast from no other place could so generous a mind be fired This fire said shee purer then the element of fire shall both burne and cure shall extinguish the lurking inflammations of lust Nothing of Cyprus shall bee transported to Byzantium but my fame powerfull to perfume the contagion of their sin O Heaven to thee the Sanctuary of innocence flies my untainted soule if my spirit enlightned by thine act thy vengeance thy mercy reward mee if I transgresse thy Commission if I let out my life before thou requirest it pardon the weaknesse of my vertue pardon her that sacrificeth her self a spotlesse creature to thy most sacred throne If thy justice exclude mee thy pitie oh pitie these innocents rain all thy revenge on mee burie my name from the discovery of posterity let not them because they feel my fate feel thy vengeance Then gave shee fire to the Powder that knew as little mercie as the Turke The Masts and Sailes were hoysed nearer the Skies then when the boysterous element conspires a shipwrack the ribs torn from the body flew like murdering shot through the next ship where the unquench'd pitch seized the powder so that both were swallowed by the same fate Into these two ships were congested the Prime of the Turkish Souldiery the Cyprian captivitie dispatch'd by Mustapha to Selimus at Byzantium The miserable Salaminians now upon the shore paying the last office of affection to see the last of their wives and children were more delighted then terrified at the spectacle they look'd on death not as a punishment but as the most honourable divorce and last refuge of honour Death had in it more courtesie then horrour for as it was the last so it was the least of their evils Did they weepe at their misfortunes so did the Sea with a generall acclamation they thank'd the Gods that had heard their prayers desiring their friends should bee rather a prey to the mercilesse waves then Selimus lusts for which by the misfortune of beauty they were reserv'd untouch'd Mustapha now again whets his sword which before revenge had dull'd there was not a life that was not his prey till hee had left the Iland breathlesse then like a Tyger besmeard in the bloud of tamer beasts hee returnes to his Fleet and laden with the spoiles of the Countrey but most with infamie hoyseth Sailes to Bzyantium Now is he in the Carpathian sea where may hee see nothing but monsters ugly as himself may wind and water roar to him the name of bloud If sleepe charming-care steal on his restlesse mind may the Cyprian Ghosts awake him may every minute bee feare of endlesse death and may his sinne fright away his repentance then

must sheath thee againe Where In this guiltlesse breast of mine Call up thy too degenerous spirit Of what bravery can it accuse the act Thou murdrest a poor innocent maid Shall posteritie brand mee with that weaknesse Shall it say that not able to stand under the miseries of life I was press'd down by the hard extremity of fortune to despaire to death No my tide of furie flowes into another channell here is a revenge fit for thy spirit fit for thine arme thine honour shall bee proud to riot in his bloud whose bloud would riot in thine honour Thus then I shake off woman and her frailtie thus doe I strangle the monster lust that revels in thy veines and to complete my vengeance send thy sin-surfetted soule into the land of endlesse night where it hath already tane sure footing With that her spirit restlesse in the revenge of words eager of action directed her arme which gave Amalius so fatall a wound that it seem'd her hot-metled fury was bridled with exactest discretion and nothing wanted the attempt but passion Bravest Theutilla sooner shall the Fathers bowels bee silent at the sight of his long unseen Sonne then posterity forget thy name Amalius now miserably groaning now miserably opening his eyes to shut them againe more miserably had little more of life then what could give her life in appeasing the fury of his servants that rushed in to her destruction What means said he is Chaos of confounding noise this unwelcome Traine to the more unwelcome Pomp of death Whither rush yee yee betrayers of innocence yee servants of nothing but my lust Oh may mine infamie find a grave as soone as life and you sooner that the world may want a witnesse of it I conjure you by the relation that ties you to my commands and this last spare her life whose chastitie the Gods are pleas'd to spare Then to make a minute of his life famous hee contemplated on mortality Nature said hee that first digested this All into an exact method of parts preserves it likewise by a constant concordance of the same without the which it would soone resolve into the first nothing onely man ungovern'd man Natures Master-peece revolting from her allegeance deposes her Lieutenant Reason le ts in the Usurper Passion to untune the harmony that preserves the soul. Hence is it that death the privation of being in this disorder seizes the Fort hurries the Governesse captive to an eternall a never redeem'd imprisonment The Sunne the Sea have both their bounds and man his stage from life to death of equall length to all though one runs faster then another The world whirles about continually till it be dissolv'd and mans brain not satisfied in the bare necessaries of life moves in an unbounded motion till stil'd by the period of action the undoer of Nature Death There is but one doore at which wee enter this Labyrinth of life but infinite are the waies wee turne and wind out of it The infant no sooner with much difficulty rak'd out of the wombe punishing the Mothers guilt of his short-liv'd misery enters the Tombe flashing through the world being but a lightning of life Pleasure or businesse wears out the riper mans vitals and forceth out life let Nature block it up never so strongly The aged man because a burden to himselfe sinks under his own weight These are ordinary waies out of this world into the next but to bee hurld out by violence of Fate this is the doom of strictest Justice that makes eternity our curse This is the hard fate my just merit hath encountred to be punish'd by the sex I have so much abus'd This was his last for Nature though shee could not tell him he had liv'd long enough told him hee had been long enough dying There she withdrew her selfe from him and seal'd up his eyes to the eternall sleep of eternall night Pro Theutilla REason is the only and noble difference between the free and servile creature and they whose actions are not moderated and well poyzed by her power deviate from themselves into the slavery of Sense Theutilla if shee could obtaine of her selfe to yeeld to sense why should not Amalius obtaine it If to reason why should shee not kill Amalius or why should she be ravished Her selfe then was Victor of her sense and to conquer reason she conquer'd Amalius Never had her vertue a fairer tryall then when her honour was a martyr stak'd to unlawfull flames never could her honour bee more honourably releived then by her vertue nor both then by this act Though Vertue being within her Honour being above her was not to be really violated without the Theutilla that was below her yet must Amalius be sacrificed as well to deprive her of the interest he might have in her dishonour as to make opinion cleare as her actions It was that mind that stoop'd not to her body that made her of consequence not her beauty the other sullied who but Amalius would value this or one whose sense is so scattered in the admiration of the outward forme that hee discernes not even those deformities of soule which are detected It was necessary for her fame not onely to resolve not to yeeld but to prevent occasions that might prejudice her vertue or her honour But why was Amalius slaine not master of the opportunity hee knew not why was she forc'd thither Because shee would not yeeld because she should bee ravished But haply her handsome prayers had wrought him to an handsome repentance Is beauty the loadstar that attracts hearts of steel to it the Orator that pleads against it selfe Amalius had his eyes been open had not read contradictions in her face nor made so obscure a Comment upon so cleare a Text. Hee had seene her but as hee had seene her her eyes inviting all eyes her lippes all lippes her face Loves banquet where shee ryots in the most luxuriant feast of sense not as shee was the modell of Divine Perfection so innocent shee knew not the meaning of a Mistris Theutilla had she had no other Sword but her innocence might satisfie her selfe in that defence but Conscience is but one witnesse to one and her actions must endure the triall of another touch-stone beside her owne Amalius would easily confront her meanenesse Then allow her this great revenge of little innocence Contra Theutillam A Mind well habited to vertue enjoyes all true content within it self knowing nothing without it to transport it from it selfe Why should she then strain her vertue to a vice in the too nice satisfaction of others unsatisfie her selfe Why should shee to prevent unlawfull love act a more unlawfull revenge Why should shee revenge an unacted injury commit a certain murder to avoid an uncertain rape Had she been absolutely tyed either to die kill or be ravished she had shewed a greater height of spirit in enduring then revenging her dishonour For the passive valour is more laudable then the