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A50686
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Love and war a tragedy / written by Tho. Meriton.
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Meriton, Thomas, b. 1638.
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1658
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Wing M1822; ESTC R29528
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Come Captives here must be your doom She 'l have your lives if you were twenty more But yet my favour goes with you Orest I thank your Majesty Sist. Great King all glory wait on you But I am conduc'd by willingnesse to dye Orest So I am since I am an exile Aber. You are stay here 's the Queen Scen. 2. Adrenimia Nevermo Attendants Adr. Aberden welcome to your Kingdom and your Queen Loe I see Celerinus subjects bound And for my use which gives a resolution To my sense if your own Queen by tractive Operation work effect to dismisse From contemplation of your soul all Opportunities that doth bring dispair You shall find no stratagem that to be Irrevocable and the objects of Foul melancholly shall not afford the Idols of vain puffing fears For those are they that doth commit and doth Drop unto eternity great contrarieties Unto your majesty and place of Prince The service of a sadfull humour Works undiscreetly and changing certain things It 's alwayes proved the Chaos testifies You a great Warriour both in Waves and Land Whose pectorall force expected did prevail No losse of War or Arms if nature stood To oppose the slaughter of so many lost But I 'le sacrifice my wishes to your selfe Gladly received my King Aber. Your patient favour receives a great applause And I your King expect no future joy My Queen your receivance is most gratefull And bids adieu all sadnesse but not contemplation Which shews a firm judge of a prime design Safety pleads leasure and shew fair shape To commonalty not a vain flasse-glass Of best contriving virtues To effect the Gardian not a bad excuse Of their firm liberty the Gems of all The Indians strikes no lustre to your Fame you are not fair but virtue follows it My Queen the Captives stand at your command Adr. My Leige your favour Holl. Duty doth force obedience to my knees Kneels Great Queen your sacred will if 't please to grant A blessing to Hollarro a wounded subject To serve the Queen your will Adr. Rise valiant Prince my bless go to thy years To find Aberdens blood in thy young youth Holl. You may term void of sense unto my state But hope survives the spirits 'cause I bring A pardon firm and just 't is my duty Aber. Hollarro rise your duty binds no further But what I know Holl. Your will great Queen Faf It were a sacriledge and that rashly Committed against your Princess goodnesse Not to offer my selfe a Souldier to your will Buz Mine follows by a triple form great Queen Your subject salutes you with a happy Bliss Nev. I stand a safeguard to your goodnesse Adr. Faithfully done here wants brave Yernomoy Aber. Forgive the fact that 's done not rob'd your will He 's slain to pay devotion to your looks Rude was his fancy but senselesse was his guide Allowing no recovery to his kindled fame He dy'd a Hector a Prince nay more he slew Millions of Forces to ransom then his death He left the world by Burnomoy's stout arm But Burgargo Hollarro sleep did charm For to describe true valour in fancy fair In reall substance to deserve the chair The Goddess of all hope favour'd his deeds The Goddess of all might helpt him in needs The Goddess of all right stood true to him The Goddess of all happ did valour bring The Gods and Goddesses struck union to His well fast blade his stiffe fram'd bow of Yew So brave Hollarro shall be onely name Through all Numenia there to carry fame Adr. Hollarro still thy atchievements soar above The mean capacity of a Queens recompence These are the captives I like them well their Heads are large to be a pinnacle of fame They 're mine great King Aber. They are for recompence Of your deserts Adr. You render pure substance of a divine will By outward shew no excuse they expect But dye a sacrifice for to restore The jewel of my fainting liberty The Harchet's well prepar'd to execute The case the block perceives its finish'd not In gaud but martiall way to make the Harmony My attendants expecting the prosperous Sight of that same day by forming new Altitudes erecting large Houses for t•e Same I 'le make no great dispute but finish it Holl. Great Queen the subjects I avouch by true Affect and powerfull law descend of noble Blood Adr. Well they are no worse but better for my use Cap. Ah las we must then dye Adr. I I see who attends us there Scen. 4. Quermero Quer. I am here I am here Aberd. Well what art thou Que. A Gentleman of quality as good as your self Aber. Why I am a King Quer. Well so am I sause-box Aber. My Lords conduct the knave to prison and Prepare a lash to execute its office Quer. Oh las you will I 'le try your force They carry Quer. out and he struggles mightily with them How how how let go your hold Aber. The slaves and bondmen which have wrought a Councell to digg the works of War as the Pioneers do raggifie the walls And they who use to toyl in labyrinth And founders of their folly are prisoners To your pick-axe Hospitalls doth crave my Aid and Euncuchs make a market for My home return so force pleading my will I leave you with my Serpents and my foes As emblems to my valour and my state Use discretion as time doth interview And appoint a season to your sport For I must dismiss your rank Ex. Aberd. Adr. My King a happy repose unto your soul Who attends there Bellerrio Lerenica Histerica and attendants Adr. The passage of a drowsie pomp withdrew A door of breathing betwixt the ark of store Of hidden vowes shewing the pride of fortune In a chance ravishing the beauty of a Monsters hide and stuck a stage of desire To harbour the fancy of a dreadfull sign To spill the blood of captives Lerenica You 'l screek and vanish with the dame of fear But I 'le repulse that guide that titles it So bring the captives to the slaugher-house I 'le shift such Robes fit for such enterprise Exit Adre Holl. Madam I 'le improve my reverend service To see the same fulfill'd Ler. The soveraign balm for fear must be a heart Void of a sensuall cause but I 'le attend To see the genius of all mortall souls Wear the sad Cypress of a gloomy day Bell. Lerenica your servant will wait your time Orest Spare us and let us speak before we dye Holl. Give them time to breathe their last farewell Orest The stroke 's a Basilick the sight doth kill Confirms a death by venom of its raze Perfidious creature more degenerate Fate Steeping his aspects in foul Leth•'s streams So Adrenimia by her cursed hand But fury bids defiance to those guiles My time doth shew by prospect now full old Tossing my senses by grim horror's wav•s So noble Prince confirm to future time And to posterity I dye a Man A prop of th' Country the Numenia