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A64714
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The ungrateful favourite a tragedy / written by a person of honour.
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Southland, Thomas.; Person of honour.
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1664
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Wing U63; ESTC R14556
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At first like a strong ship that makes the waves Rebound and shew their angry foam about Her Ribs she did repulse your love whereat I seem'd a little to draw off that with A double force I might return to storm Her resolution as at last I did Leaving Loves softer Theam to which her heart Seem'd an Antagonist I had recourse To what deceives the World Hypocrisie Which I did cloath in such a pious Garb Religion might have smil'd t' have seen her self So Ap'd With pious tears I did bemoan Her Fate yet on my knees at the same time Intreat her to embrace 't assuring her With a thousand imprecations strengthen'd By twice as many oaths that she 'd be cause In her withstanding of her Destiny Of the whole ruine of her Fathers state Her Brothers life incur the Peoples hate Ter. Excellent Hypocrite That we two might Incorporate and overthrow the World With Policy Was not the Princess mov'd Prin. Beyond expression startled in her thoughts Her Hate and Piety were so intermixt As barr'd all resolution You she seem'd To hate with all the malice of a Woman Contemning your Alliance with a scorn Might equal Cleopatra's when Caesar thought T' have led her a base Captive unto Rome T' adorn his Triumphs Yet Religion Mixt with a zealous fear t' offend the Gods Made her more apt to listen to my words Which her ears faster drunk then her confus'd And much perplex'd Imagination could Digest or indeed duely weigh To tell You all her Doubts and how I did resolve them Too tedious were suffice it that at last She was convinc'd Ter. But by what happy means Let me know every circumstance that I may adore the brain which did contrive it Prin. When nothing could prevail and I perceiv'd She was inclin'd with Conscience to dispence And hazard all I threatned I took a Pen and straight drew a Scheme before her Eyes Whereby I seem'd to calculate your Birth And soon convinced her too credulous faith You were a Prince led hither by the Stars For the accomplishment o' th' Gods Decrees Whereat she seem'd transported in her soul And crediting my words began to love Ter. Y 'ave render'd me too happy were my life Consum'd i' th' satisfaction of this service I should still die ungrateful Prin. This service Sir will scarce deserve your thanks Try me in something may be worth your love Ter. After this service past what canst thou do May equally oblige me Prince Sir I can bring the Prince the onely man That stands between you and your proudest hopes Into your power the old King I look on As a meer shadow I know your interest Ter. The Devil hath inspir'd him with my own thoughts Thou talk'st of blessings rather to be wisht Then hop'd for or effected Prince Be not incredulous my Art improv'd By my great Zeal to serve you will make me Work greater Miracles Ter. Your courtesies confound me I must crave Some time to prize them as I ought but if I thrive in my ambitious hopes you must Divide the Empire Prince Is your ambition there Y' are somewhat wide Aside If all hit right 't is you that must divide But not my Crown They that by crimes aspire Should be cut short that they may grow no higher Ter. It shall be so Come Sir let 's to the King 'T is much about the time he did appoint The Princes death we will contrive by th' way Danger doth threaten evils at a stay Exeunt Scoena Quarta Livia Juliana Clariana Lussurio Maligno Liv. DEar Frangypane how noble was thy love To die for me what generous sparks lie hid And smother'd in extravagant Fancies Thy Noble death hath gain'd more then thy life Could ever purchase thee my Love Jul. Prethee listen for the Wench is run Distracted sure since Frangypane's death And so transported that a Lord did die For love of her she 's quite Platonick grown And doats upon his Ghost Clar. How Love doth play with Mortals Liv. Holy Soul that gracest th' Elizium shades With thy blest company and rendrest us Unhappy by thy absence hear my Vow My Heart hereafter shall be ever thine And free from all Terrestrial Love aspire By thy example to become Divine And flee towards thee because it can no higher Jul. How she 's exalted Liv. No Mortals touch shall ere pollute my lip Nor lustful gripe provoke a wanton smile Nor amorous fingers be allow'd to skip Into my Bosom lest they should beguile Thee of my love and me of that same part I 'd wholly dedicate to thee my heart Clar. She 's high-flown in love Jul. A true Platonick a very Spirit in Flesh SONG Livia To love's a trifle but to love like me Would pose Loves Deity She best on earth's esteem'd to love Doth constant'st to her object prove But I much higher move Loving an Object though it absent be In this who equals me But what talk I here of Equality As if each common man Might vie with Frangypane Had other Lovers but a Saint like mine So worthy and divine Their Offering too would be as high As mine unto his Sanity With what good justice can I tax a want of love in others then Or my own Vertues raise From what is onely due unto his praise I lov'd not's earth nor is it I Now love bis immortality But he that elevates my Soul so high Clar. Sure she 's inspired Jul. With her deceas'd Lovers Genius Enter Lussurio Maligno Clar. He spoke Raptures and she sings them but here Her living Lovers come shall 's make some sport Jul. 'T were pleasant sure to see them fight they 'll snarl they say like Dogs at a Country-wicket and draw their swords but 't is to wound the Air for if one makes a pass the other retires Livia made me the prettieff relation Clar. They look indeed as if they were of the Peace Lus To set a period to our fatal War Which might produce the shedding of much blood I am content Mal. And so am I Him that she chuses happy be his lot Jul. Livia here are those will disturb your meditations Clar. The Wench is in beaven sure already Her thoughts are with Frangypane Mal. Do you begin Lus The Princess is here she 'll laugh at us Jul. Let me alone I 'll warrant you some mirth Lussurio Lus An' please your Highness Jul. Y' are a diligent servant we love you well and having heard the love you bear our Maid of Honour resolve to recompence your merit by making it a Match She is an Heiress Sir Lus Your Highness bounty so confounds me I can't express my thanks my very Soul 's your slave Jul. Your modesty deserves our favour Go send that Fellow to us I hear he is a Pretender We can distinguish merit Lus I hope so Madam I 'll be as observant as your Puppy-Dog Jul. Mark then my beck when thus I hold my finger Cease Livia carry her to my Chappel Where you shall find a Priest
My Lord you must not now delay to horse And with a winged speed let 's to Calabria We have all an interest in you and dare not Let you perish Prince Your goodness doth o'ercome me nothing grieves me But thus to part with thee my Clariana It is an Exile worse then death but Fate Must be obey'd Farewel Exit with Duke Clar. Take all my Prayers and choicest Wishes with you Whilst I remain at home the wofull'st Maid That love ere brought acquainted with mishap But I must dry my eyes and for a time Take truce with grief Here comes the Officers Enter Officers Fortune assist my Lord in his escape And I 'll forgive thee all thy treacheries And with a Stoicks Patience sustain The Princes absence Lus Yonder 's the daughter she 's lawful prize I 'll seize on her Clar. How bath my guiltless self offended that You dare commit this Rape Pray let me know My crime if by Authority you act The Law prescribes no punishment but to Offenders Lus We are not bound to give account 't is the Kings Pleasure and as a subject you must obey Clar. Come Jaylors lead I 'll use for my defence What you could never boast bright Innocence Exeunt ACTUS TERTIUS Scoena Prima Terraefilius Juliana Livia Frangypane Lussurio Maligno Valerio Ter. THe Prince his flight was happy 'bove my wish Had he complotted with me my designes He could not more advance them The fearful King By this convinc'd of his Disloyalty Hath levied forces to reduce the Prince And nam'd by my advice Valerio For General Thus hath my Policy At one blow remov'd a Rival here at Home to promote my interest abroad He 'll either overcome the Prince or die I' th' enterprize I know his Valour well Either will make for me for both must fall Low as the Grave before I can ascend This wish'd-for Throne or gain Juliana's love That 's the grand wheel whereon my Plots do move See here she comes Mirth triumphs in her face Enter Juliana Livia Frangypane Lussurio Maligno She 's ignorant her Lover is advanc'd But I 'll observe Jul. What makes him flee me thus Liv. For fear Madam you should undergo a punishment threatned all our Sex for my neglect of his good parts Jul. We 'll give this hour to mirth I 'll prosecute the humour Sweet Frangypane how affable he looks Fran. This did I still foresee Pray look not on me Lest a Judgement fall suddainly upon thee Ter. His rime makes him very familiar fine foolery Fran. For Phoebus swore an Oath of dreadful awe Soon as the scorn of Livia he saw In such a manner he 'd revenge his Poet That all the Sex of woman-kinde should know it For hear quoth he thou Cypress Lawreat Liv. Ha ha ha a Cypress Lawrel Jul. You 'll make him forget his Rhyme Fran. Though we do not intend to alter fate Which has thy love to Livia decreed Her scorn to thee shall make a thousand bleed Jul. A direful Sentence Fran. Therefore O Princess I this boon implore That you would never look upon me more For though your heart with loves strong fangs were torn Your kindness I must still return with scorn And I perceive Oh me she drops her Glove A certain token that she is in love All. Ha ha ha Fran. Slaves how dare ye at a Poet laugh Who can at pleasure Cudgel with a staff Of Verses most Satyrical your bodies Till you become bald Puppies arrant Noddies Lus Inspire me Muse were it before a Jury I could no longer now contain my Fury Raptures ye Slaves within my head do rumble And thus their furious weights upon you tumble Lus Oh good Sir Oh my bones He beats Lus Mal. Mal. Is this basting in Verse pray Fran. What do you gape and in contempt still stand As if you did divide the Muses hand Then 't is convenient Raskals that we greet Your Bums in measure with Poetick feet He kicks them Lus Lus Oh Lord Oh Lord Sir what do you mean Mal. A Pox this is worse then kicking in Prose Jul. Good Livia take him off his humour 's tedious Should the King come and see his Favourites Corrected thus he 'd be displeas'd Liv. Sweet Seignior Frangypane Fran. Sweet is the Name since you do give it voice But sweeter were it were that Name your choice Liv. Here 't is too publick to discover love Fran. I 'll wait on you to the adjacent Grove Exit with Livia Ter. Pretty foolish pastime this but I have other Engins working here Exit Jul. How do you finde your bodies Gentlemen Lus As well as beaten bodies Madam sore and bruised Patient Valour is subject to these corrections Mal. A Pox upon Poetical feet especially when they don't run smooth they gall most damnably and then they come with such a fury to be inclosed in a Barrel full of Nails and roll'd down a hill is no torment to it Lus A meer May-game I shall hate a Poet whilst I live Enter Valerio Jul. You must be charitable and forgive Lus Our Patience shall supply that vertue Val. Gentlemen the King enquires for you Lus He shall not long if this limping pace will bear us to him Val. Madam I 'm come to take my latest leave Exeunt Jul. Your leave my Lord Val. And like an humble Lover offer on The Altar of your hand my faithfull'st Vows Jul. Are you to go a Voyage Val. A Pilgrimage to death for every step That contributes to the separation Of Valerio from your Princely presence Leads to my grave Jul. I cannot reach your meaning if my sight Be so necessary an ingredient To the composition of your life You may defer the Journey Val. Although great Princess you might much command By Loves Prerogative indeed my life I must not now obey Prince You speak in Parables Val. 'T is easily explain'd I now must leave Loves gentle Theame and treat of nought but War The King hath ruin'd me with Honour Madam Makes me a General of men abroad Whilst my poor heart 's at home a Prisoner Jul. Is this your woful Pilgrimage to death This your Mishap Is it the War you fear Hen-hearted Man where did'st thy courage loose Or hadst thou ever any Valerio Let me not loose the hopes I had in thee To find a Man that 's absolute in all Courtly in Peace and yet more stern in War Then Pallas in her Martial-Robes Val. 'T is not the War nor all those horrours Madam Which are Companions to a Martial life Can move a panick thought 'T is to leave you That startles me and lays my Courage waste My heart would better brook to stand a breach When Death and Horrour both did hem me in Then one day bear the burden of your absence Jul. I must not have you thus effeminate In your affections forsaking Honour To content your Eye What Noble Spirit Would for a Mistresses fleeting smiles exchange So glorious a Title Kings need not blush To