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A31672
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Revenge for honour a tragedie / by George Chapman.
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Chapman, George, 1559?-1634.; Glapthorne, Henry. Paraside. 1654.
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outcrie 's this our royal father dead The handkercher has wrought I see Tar. Yes his big heart vanquish'd with sorrow that in 's violent rage he doom'd his much lov'd son to timeless death could not endure longer on its weak strings but crack'd with weight of sorrow Their two spirits by this are met in their delightful passage to the blest shades we in our tears are bound to cal you our dread Soveraign Omnes Long live Abrahen Great Caliph of Arabia Abr. 'T is a title we cannot covet Lords it comes attended with so great cares and troubles that our youth start at the thought of them even in our sorrows which are so mightie on us our weak spirits are readie to relinquish the possession they 've of mortalitie and take swift flight after our roial friends Simanthes be it your charge to see all fitting preparation provided for the funerals Enter Selinthus Sel. Where 's great Almanzor Abr. O Selinthus this day is the hour of funerals grief for his crueltie to my brother has translated him to immortalitie Sel. Hee 'll have attendants to wait on him to our great prophets paradise ere he be readie for his grave The Souldiers all mad with rage for the Princes slaughter have vow'd by all oaths Souldiers can invent and that 's no smal store with death and destruction to pursue sullen Mura Abr. Tarifa use your authoritie to keep their violence in due obedience We 're so fraught with grief we have no room for any other passion in our distracted bosome Take these roial bodies and place them on that couch here where they fell they shal be imbalm'd Yet put them out of our sight their views draw fresh drops from our heart Anon we 'l shew our selves to chear the afflicted Subject a Shoâ—t Omnes Long live Abrahen great Caliph of Arabia Exeunt Abr. And who can say now Abrahen is a villain I am saluted King with acclamations that deaf the Heavens to hear with as much joy as if I had atchiev'd this Scepter by means fair and vertuous 'T was this handkercher that did to death Almanzor so infected it s least insensible vapour has full power apply'd to th' eye or any other Organ can drink its poyson in to vanquish Nature though nere so strong and youthful 'T was Simanthes devis'd it for my brother and my cunning transferr'd it to Almanzor 't is no matter my worst impiety is held now religious 'Twixt Kings and their inferiors there 's this ods These are meer men we men yeâ— earthly gods Exit Abil. 'T was well the Muts prov'd faithful otherwise I 'd lost my breath with as much speed and silence as those who do expire in dreams their health seeming no whit abated But 't was wisely consider'd of me to prepare those sure instruments of destruction The suspicion I had by Abrahen of my fathers fears of my unthought ambition did instruct me by making them mine to secure my safety Would the inhumane Surgeon had tane these blessed lights from me that I had liv'd for ever doom'd to perpetual darkness rather then Tarifa's fears had so appeach'd her honour Well villain Brother I have found that by my seeming death which by my lives best arts I ne're should have had knowledg of Dear Father though thou to me wert pitilesse my heart weeps tears of blood to see thy age thus like a lofty pine fall eaten through by th' gin from its own Stock descending He has agents in his ungracious wickednesse Simanthes he has discover'd Were they multitudes as numerous as collected sands and mighty in force as mischief they should from my Justice meet their due punishment Abrahen by this is proclaim'd Caliph yet my undoubted right when 't shall appear I 'me living wil reduce the people to my part the armie 's mine whither I must withdraw unseen the night wil best secure me What a strange Chimera of thought possesses my dul brain Caropia thou hast a share in them Fate to thy mercie I do commit my self who scapes the snare once has a certain caution to beware Exit Scen. 2. Enter Caropia and Perilinda Car. Your Lord is not returned yet Per. No good Madam pray do not thus torment your self the Prince I warrant you wil have no injurie by saving of your honour do you think his father wil be so extreme outragious for such a trifle as to force a woman with her good liking Car. My ill boding soul beats with presages ominous Would heaven I 'd stood the hazard of my incens'd Lords furie rather then he had run this imminent danger Could you ne're learn which of the slaves it was betray'd our close loves to loath'd Mura's notice Per. No indeed could I not but here 's my Lord pray Madam do not grieve so Enter Mura Mu. My Caropia dress up thy looks in their accustom'd beauties cal back the constant spring into thy cheeks that droope like lovely Violets o're charg'd with too much mornings dew shoot from thy eies a thousand flames of joy The lustful Prince that like a foul thief rob'd thee of thy honour by his ungracious violence has met his roial fathers Justice Car. Now my fears carry too sure an augury you would fain sooth me my Lord out of my floud of sorrows what reparation can that make my honour though he have tasted punishment Mu. His life is faln the off-spring of thy chastitie which his hot lust polluted nay Caropia to save himself when he but felt the torment applied to his lascivious eies although at first he did with impudence acknowledg thy rape he did invade thy spotless virtue protested only 't was to save thy honor he took on him thy rape when with consent and not constrain'd thou yeildedst to the loosness of his wild vicious flames Car. Could he be so unjust my Lord Mu. He was and he has paid for 't the malicious Souldier while he was a losing his eies made violent head to bring him reskue which pul'd his ruine on him But no more of such a prodigie may his black memorie perish even with his ashes My Caropia the flourishing trees widow'd by winters violence of their fair ornaments when 't is expir'd once put forth again with new and virgin freshness their bushie beauties it should be thy emblem Display agen those chast immaculate glories which the harsh winter of his lust had wither'd and I 'll agen be wedded to thy vertues with as much joy as when thou first inrich'd me with their pure maiden beauties Thou art dul and dost not gratulate with happie welcome the triumphs of thy vengeance Car. Are you sure my Lord the Prince is dead Mu. Pish I beheld him breathlesse Take comfort best Caropia thy disgrace did with his loath'd breath vanish Car. I could wish though that he had falne by your particular vengance rather then by th' laws rigor you 're a Souldier of glorie great in war for brave performance me thinks 't had been far nobler had