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Circe a tragedy as it is acted at His Royal Highness the Duke of York's Theatre / by Charles D'Avenant ...
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Davenant, Charles, 1656-1714.
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1677
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the lustful King The bloody Tyrant had design'd that she The Victim to his dire revenge should be His boasting rage proclaim'd th' intended Rape Then I did fight to purchase her escape Cir. Afflicted Beauty you did bravely aid But by your vertue we are all betrayd That Traytor help'd his Enemies and you Turning to the Souldiers By your base Cowardise betray'd me too Which of you all Renown with danger sought Like gawdy Warriours of the Court you fought We all are ruin'd by your base retreat The death you fear'd you shall in torments meet And Rebel I will smile to see thee bleed May'st thou thenceforth only the Factious lead And may thy Councels ever be betray'd Give still good Orders and be ne're obey'd And in thy age May all the Laurels thou hast royl'd for long Be ravish'd from thee to adorn the young Ith. Death death has blasted all my Lawrels now And they begin to wither on my Brow Victorious Death seises on every part Weak Nature flies for refuge to the Heart The Spirits there a while maintain the Field Struggle a little but at last must yield Faints away Cir. Oh stay brave Youth See how my anger dies And Nature is triumphant in my Eyes Weeps Alas he 's gone He set out early and did nobly run Honour's great Race Oh! that the World were done My Magick prospers heark the Heav'ns perform Storm within Thunder c. A dreadful Justice Grecian dread this Storm Tremble to hear the angry Billows rore Revenge and Death attend thee on the Shore To one of the Nymphs Flie to Orestes mount the swiftest Wind With frenzy and wild rage infect his mind Torment him still afresh Thunder again Work on my charms let 's to my Cave retire And there against the World and Man conspire Exeunt Circe and the Maids SCENE Fourth Enter Osmida led in by two Women Osm Do we then all a fruitfuless homage pay Heav'n will not hear a harmless Virgin pray There was no Saint among the blest above Whom in thy cause I did not hourly move I hop'd the Idol of my heart to see And mov'd the Greeks by Tears to set me free From them and Death how gladly did I fly But I must here do something more than dye His Eyes are shut by Death's Eternal sleep Wake wake to see wretched Osmida weep Ah let thy Soul but one short moment stay I have a Thousand tender things to say Ithacus revives Ith. My Soul has been through many wonders lead Who is so envious to disturb the dead Who art thou Osm One long tost in storms of Love But to Death 's quiet home at last I move Ith. Osmida here she some good Angel seems Waiting about me with Celestial Dreams Such and so fair as you from Heav'n descend And on the thoughts of dying Saints attend Peace and Forgiveness in their looks they bring And round their dwellings Hymns of triumph sing Osm No no I come like a Religious Spie To dive into your thoughts before you die When Death approaches men begin to fear And will the preaching of Religion hear Come your vain Idol you must cast away To me and Truth your last devotion pay On faithless Iphigenia think no more Ith. With how unkind a haste she left the shore Flying unhappy Me she sigh'd indeed And wept a little when she saw me bleed Osm How ill is all my tenderness repaid Your dying thoughts court that ungrateful Maid Forgetting wretched me is nothing due To one who kindly comes to die with you Ith. Oh fair Osmida here I humbly own Your goodness is at last victorious grown If Nature could my lease of Breath renew I would imploy it all in sighs for you All my devotion has till now bin blind In you Love's true Divinity I find Osm Now you are kind nor have I vainly pray'd All my past miseries are more than payd And I am happy Lovers think they gain To have an hour of Joy for years of pain We have no need of life come let us go And seek the melancholy shades below Here cruel discord noise and bus'ness reign Poor Lovers have no leisure to complain No time to sigh wee 'le choose some silent Grove There tell sad Tales of unsuccessful Love But oh amongst those Stories there is none Will prove so full of sorrow as our own Ith. A long farewell oh may you freshly bloom When I shall lie and wither in the Tomb. I hope the blood in chace of Glory shed Will rest and never plead against the dead Dies Osm Who shall be mourners when such Virtue dyes I cannot weep for Love has drain'd my Eyes I need no Poyson nor no Sword for Grief To all my pains has brought a kind relief Death's leaden hand about my heart I feel From these pale Lips some kisses I will steal For Death is silent and the Theft will hide I courted Heav'n with Pray'rs to be thy Bride And so I am the Tomb's our Bridal Bed Our Nuptial Feast wee keep among the dead Osmida dies SCENE Fifth Enter the Four Maids 1 Ma. Sure now the World will be afraid of light And wish to mourn in everlasting Night Dire things are done the Graecian Fleet is lost Shipwrack't by Magick on the Scythian Coast 2 Ma. Revenge and Love the lustful Queen divide Her tender thoughts she strives in vain to hide Amid'st her rage revenge and melting tears In all his Spoiles triumphant Love appears 3 Ma. Yet her great Mind does for revenge prepare Here we must wait her charms have seiz'd the aire Their force Orestes does already find Hither he moves mad as the Northern Wind. SCENE Sixth Enter Orestes mad Storm here Ores By Heav'n my Prayers shall ne're this storm appease Fight fight ye Clouds against the foaming Seas Storm and Lightning Blow on blow on why should the senseless Wind Or the Wilde Ocean be to Vertue kind The Cave of the God of sleep arises with him Phobetor and Morpheus Whom many rougher Storms at Land pursue Where she alas is without shelter too Be loud thou Tempest and disturb the deep Loud storm I will be calm as Infants when they sleep Sits down 1 Ma. Begin the deadly charm so Planets move They walk round Orestes 2 Ma. And thus the ill events conspire above 3 Ma. Prayr's and odd Numbers words of Mystick found 4 Ma. Devoutly we pronounce and walk around All. Ascend ascend ascend thou God of sleep 1 Ma. Thy leaden Wand in juice of Poppy steep 2 Ma. Bring slumber from those little quiet Cells Where lazy Vertue in retirement dwells Shunning the cares of Courts 4 Ma. And in thy Train 1 Ma. Bring the Phantastick off-springs of the Brain 2 Ma. Dreams of all sorts 1 Ma. Some in a pleasing Dress 3 Ma. Such as glad Lovers full of hope possess The pleasant Dreams rises 4 Ma. Some dreadful such as to the guilty come And tell sad Stories of their future doome God of Sleep Sings THe Noise of
Ores Oh noble rage be ready Warriour prove That my great heart stoops to the Tyrant Love Once the soft poison did infect my Mind Like all new Lovers diligent and kind At Circe's feet I lay but she is dead And to the Grave by Mourning Cupids lead Shew me the Tomb that shall her Ashes keep There I will truest Penitence out-weep Cir. Mad as the Winds bring me the pow'rful juice Which Herbs from the Aemonian Vales produce Gather'd at sacred hours refresh his Mind With that cool mixture and the charm unbind Then bring the Mighty Philters that excite The cold and tardy Lover to delight Down fierce desires I wish and think too high Nature my Riots but this hour supply Love's flowing Wealth I would at once consume Intail not my delights on Years to come Ores The Moon does sicken at some dismal sight The Stars grow dim shrowd me Eternal Night Thou art To Circe My Mother's Ghost so melting with desire Wild breathing short her Breasts and Eyes a fire She met th' Adulterer go bear to Hell That shallow plotting man that would rebell He that does factions in a City breed Unfit those Factions to advise or lead That discontented trifle burn and tear But oh thou sacred Ghost Oresâ—es spare Cir. I am thy Mothers Ghost but sent from Heav'n With order to pronounce thy Crimes forgiven My fatal Murder is forgotten now Shake off your Sorrows and uncloud your brow Rest on my bosome calm your noble Mind The Powr's above bad me be soft and kind Embraces him Ores Blest shade am I forgiven away my fear Zeal is deceiv'd to paint the Gods severe Let 's seek the lasting home which Heav'n prepares I am grown sick of life and mortal cares Cir. Come you shall be to a calm Region brought Where Wisdome is no more disturb'd with thought Where Valour rests we will blest Youth remove To the forgetful careless shades of Love In thin attire such as may loosely fly And hide no beauty from the Lover's Eye Trembling I 'le come you in my looks shall read In my short sighs and blushes what I need Then we 'le retire to feast on ev'ry sweet With which the Youthful do the Youthful meet Tir'd with delights Ores Witness yee Pow'rs of Hell Starts from Circe How justly my adulterous Mother fell Thy Lust extends it self beyond the Tomb And thy incestuous Ghost is hither come Circe goes to him and offers to embrace him To tempt the vertue of thy wretched Son No those Embraces Nature bids me shun A Voice under the Earth cries Prepare prepare Hark hark my Father groans a dismal sound He cries Prepare to give the fatal wound Kill kill th'Adultress Stabbs Circe All the Stage is darken'd Cir. Summon all my Art She sinks in the Arms of her Women Furies and Hell the Sword has reach'd my heart Ores Bind me with Fate yet I the Chains will break Are not all Women false Immortals Speak Falser than Science I to Death will run Their falsehoods and my Wretched Self to shun Kills himself and dies Pyl. and Iph. run to him Cir. Pow'r Wisdome guard me from the Tyrant Death All Ma. No Fate has summon'd you must yield your Breath Cir. Is it decreed the World Time Nature call Tell e'm they must prepare to grace my fall Such Greatness cannot cannot sink alone Dissolve the Earth threaten th' Immortal Throne To its first Chaos let the World return This solid Mass yee darted Lightnings burn Spirits bearing Torches flie cross the Stage Earths hollow Caverns let the Winds forsake Burst their dark Prisons and the Center shake My flaming Guard unfix the Poles and tear Each fatal Planet from his shining sphere Horrid Musick It Thunders The Stage is wholly darken'd and the City of a sudden is a fire Iph. Why does my glass of life so slowly run The Miserable even Death does shun Grief kills as slow as Age break stubborn heart Oh happy death how still and calm thou art How toilsome Life Pyl. Move swiftly Heaven with thy avenging fire Whilst in the flame we and the World expire Cir. Destroy destroy the Starry Thrones invade It Thunders I like good peaceful Kings am ill obey'd Must I put Nature off and be refin'd Become all spirit thought immortal Mind Can thought our only torment here on Earth Afford such pleasure at our Second Birth When we 're in Heaven I fear the Pious boast In Death's dark Mist let all of me be lost Dies The End THE EPILOGUE By the Earl of ROCHESTER SOme few from Wit have this true Maxime got That 't is still better to be pleas'd then not And therefore never their own Torment plot While the Malitious Criticks still agree To loath each Play they come and pay to see The first know 't is a Meaner part of sence To finde a fault then taste an Excellence Therefore they praise and strive to like while these Are dully vain of being hard to please Poets and Women have an Equal Right To hate the Dull who Dead to all Delight Feel pain alone and have no Joy but spite 'T was Impotence did first this Vice begin Fooles censure Wit as Old men raile of Sin Who Envy Pleasure which they cannot tast And good for nothing wou'd be wise at last Since therefore to the Women it appears That all these Enemies of Wit are theirs Our Poet the Dull herd no longer fears What e're his fate may prove 't will be his pride To stand or fall with Beauty on his side Books lately Published THE Courtiers Calling Shewing the ways of making a Fortune and the Art of living at Court according to Polity and Morality In Two Parts The First concerning Noble-Men The Second concerning Gentlemen By a Person of Honour Price bound 1 s. 6 d. 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