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A35299 Thyestes a tragedy acted at the Theatre-Royal by Their Majesties servants / written by Mr. Crown. Crown, Mr. (John), 1640?-1712.; Seneca, Lucius Annaeus, ca. 4 B.C.-65 A.D. Thyestes. 1681 (1681) Wing C7408; ESTC R7604 34,190 68

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THYESTES A TRAGEDY Acted at the Theatre-Royal By their MAJESTIES SERVANTS Written by Mr. CROWN LONDON Printed for R. Bently and M. Magnes in Russel-street in Covent-Garden near the Piazza's Anno Domini MDCLXXX The Song at Atreus his Banquet 1. A Lovely pair endowed by Fate With Loves and Beauties whole Estate At the sweetest game have been You know you know what I mean You know you know what I mean 2. For Kisses first the Lovers play'd The pleasant sport provok'd the Maid To that height she growing mad Had almost play'd for all she had But the Maid was not so mad 3. She 'll ask her Father's leave she swears And then she 'll play for what he dares Leave is had and to 't they go VVhat I mean you know you know VVhat I mean you know you know 4 To deeper Play they now begin The happy young man's hand is in Both have stak'd down all their joys But she loses for she cryes See! she cryes oh see she cryes 5 But now the Bride oh tempting sight Has won her lapful of delight To deeper Play she urges on But alas his stakes are gone But alas his stakes are gone 6 And now she locks her Cabinet But he 'll play another set When his hand again is in You know you know what I mean You know you know what I mean A Chorus of Priests Goddess Minerva Wise Austere Sober Valiant Chast and Fair We bring thee here A Kind a Young a Lovely Pair Who beg thy leave to joyn their hands In Chast and Holy Marriage-bands 1 Pr. Oh! Let him be active Fire Ever burning in desire Ever free From any smoak of Jealousy Let her be water soft to all his touches Ever hot when he approaches When he takes away his Eye Even froze with Chastity Long let love possess her heart And ne're let Love and Beauty Part. The First Chorus Sung over again PROLOGUE WHat cursed Planet o're this Play house raigns Palsies and Gouts are all the Old mens gains And we young men e're we have learnt to speak Have learnt the Old mens cursed trick to Break. Some went to Scotland they had cunning Plots Who went to sell the English wit to Scots Scots in that traffique excell you I fear Witness their Covenant they sold you so dear So those young men are come as wealthy home As they return devout who go for Rome But still we are followed with a cursed blast For in the harbours mouth we have split our Mast And such Poetique Jewels perish here As might be worn with pride in any Ear Our massy treasure we shall ne're buy up But live on poor slight stuff that floats atop To day like cunning Romish Priests we try If we can awe you with an antient lye Some say you must not dare to pass a doom On what has been admir'd by Greece and Rome You upstart Sectaries of wit cry down What has for twenty ages had renown The world will ask in scorn of your dispraise Where was your wit Sirs before Shakespears days No matter where we 'l say y'have excellent sence If you will please to let us get your pence We like the Pope regard not much your praise He Tickets sells for Heaven and we for Plays 〈…〉 ll but to make advantage of the Keys 〈…〉 y for your Tickets and go where you please The Persons of the Tragedy ATreus King of Argos Thyestes Brother of Atreus Philisthenes Son to Thyestes in love with Antigone Peneus an old Philosopher once Tutour and Governour to Atreus Aerope Wife of Atreus Antigone his Daughter in love with Philisthenes SCENE Atreus his Court THYESTES A TRAGEDY ACT I. SCENE I. Thunder The Ghost of Tantalus Megaera SCENE the Palace Tan. THOU merciless detested horrid Fury To what new Colonies of mocking Fruits And vanishing false Streams dost thou transplant The Hungry Thirsty Shade of Tantalus Me. To Colonies where thou shalt eat and drink Thy fill in quiet Tan. Wilt thou clothe me then In Flesh and Blood again For had I them Thou woud'st permit me to devour my self Me. I lash thee hither to devour thy self Monsters I mean descended from thy self Thou lazy Ghost hast done thy work by halves I chas'd thee hither once to fill thy House With Incest Treason Blood Incest I see Brother whor'd Brother's Wife Treason I see Brother depos'd his Brother from his Throne But where 's the Blood I see no blood at all Th' incestuous Traytour is in Exile safe Let me have Murders such as all my Snakes May rear themselves to see and hiss Applause The Father eat the Nephew he begot The Bastard Nephew go out of the World A way more horrid than he came into it Let the vast Villany of thy damn'd Race Reach and confound the Heavens make the Night Engender with the Day the groaning Day Bring forth Gygantick darkness at full Noon Such as for hours may pluck the Sun from Heaven At this black Feast I 'le let thee be a Guest Devour thy fill in quiet when thy Cup Flowes with the Blood of thy incestuous Race Nothing shall dare to snatch it from thy Lips Tan. Return me to my dark dire Prison in Hell And all you tortur'd Spirits hug your pains Nor might you be releas'd return to Life For Earth in Sin and Torment exceeds Hell Finish thy execrable work thy self The pain is more than I am bound to bear Me. Look'st thou for Laws and Equity in Hell Thy Sword was all thy Reason upon Earth And this is ours Tan. Oh! hold thy gnawing Whip I will obey Me. Enter the Palace then Here with thy Son didst thou once feast thy Gods With thy great Grand-Sons now Feast all the Furies The Scene is drawn Atreus asleep Behold a Shadow of thy pains in Hell Heir'd by thy Grand-son Atreus upon Earth Night seems to offer him her shady Fruit And squeeze her Balmy slumbers in his Eyes And when he catches at 'em she pulls back So from the Evening's Valley to the Morning Hill He rowls his time as Sysiphus his Stone The trembling Shade obeys and pours himself Into the Palace which shakes more than he Ex. Tan. Nature's diseas'd and scar'd at his approach Trees shed their Leaves as poyson'd men their Hair Streams crowd into their Mother-Fountain's Womb The Seas that hung on the Corinthian Neck Like Rival Queens in endless enterview Swell'd with Convulsion Fits run foaming back Nor can be held by all their watry Train And in their fright miscarry of new Isles Winds scowre the Air like midnight Revellers Mad with strong Spirits they ne're drunk before Night us'd to Apparitions sweats at this And calls the Morning up Morn dares not rise But like a timerous Virgin lower creeps Enter Tantalus The work is done Atreus begins to rise And rising raves descend damn'd Shade the Earth Cannot support at once Atreus and thee You both will break both Poles Descend to Hell Tan. and Me. descend Atreus rises Atr. All of the sudden