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A40793
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The mariage night written by the Lord Viscount Fawlkland.
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Falkland, Henry Cary, Viscount, 1634-1663.
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Wing F315; ESTC R14852
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thy wan and meager Cheek shall blush and smile with warm and wanton blood Night grows heavy ey'd and droops her slumbering head in her dark bosome And now their Rage and Lust will make them ripe to bleed Let us imbrace and interchange a sigh or two Cleara what e're become of me thou wilt wear Chaplets in Elizium Cl. My hopes and Joys are yours dear Sir unlocks the dore and discovers them And heaven I hope will not divide them De Fl. See what a modest blush sleep has cast o're their Guilt Cleara Here is a look Tyrants would bashfully gaze at and fear to think it mortal Glorious hypocrisie virtue is at wonder in her self and looks pale to own what she has given De Flame I should mock heavens Justice to let um dream their souls away in such a calm Wee 'l startle them into horror of their sin and then let 'um see the vengeance they deserve Cleara Ye chaster powers to whom I and my Virginity groans May every drop breath incense to your Justice whil'st thus I break their springs open Stabs Claudilla Claudilla Oh Dessandro oh whose hand 's that Cleara Cleara's Cleara's carry that name in thy last breath down to the shades of Lust and Perjury De Flame So quick and brave Cleara Claudilla Oh! Expirat Dessan Cleara Madam Madam your sleeps are troubled whos 's there De Flame De Flame Raise not thy voice an accent If thou dost by my eternal hopes and soul this strikes it back unto thy heart Seest thou revenge sit Pale upon the Point 'T is steel'd with Virgins curses and shall flye like lightning through thy blood And it is a Justice thy vast pride hath lost thee to Dessandro Oh! what hast thou done A deed that Flinty Scythians and curl'd Ethiops would hide their eyes from De Flame Our Revenge shall wear a Glorious title Know'st thou that injur'd face It is Cleara's injur'd Cleara's Dessandro Cleara De Flame What see'st thou on that brow Dessandro Murder De Flame Horror and Guilt unto thy soul. Dessandro I 'le not be tamely butcher'd Coward without there Help help help De Flame Whirlewinds and Earthquakes cannot do it think on thy sin Cleara Thy Perjury De Flame Thy Lust. Cleara stabs at him Dessandro Cleara Oh thou hast a skilfull hand in Murder Help Help Murder De Flame So falls a wretched Statue from its haughty station when Fate would make it ominous and fright a state What a thick cloud steems from his tainted blood The Air shrinks back and with dull wings fans it from heaven Enter De Loome La Gitterne Torguina c. Torguina Murder Murder 'T was his voice De Loome It was his voice Torguina The Key La Gitterne Gone Torguina Cut from my side I am betray'd De Loome Look search the Room where 's the stranger La Gitterne The Dore is fast knocks De Fl. You may come in make up your wonder there op's the dore Torguina My Lady Murder'd De Loome You have astonish'd Heaven Torguina And pull'd eternal curses on your head De Flame They 'l fall like brittle shafts upon my sheild Cleara Unjust Dessandro yet on thy Lip I 'le tender my last vows that the world may tell I lov'd thee Dead and this and this kisses him then stabs her self De Flame Hold hold that cruel hand Cleara Sister De Loome Cleara This is a horrid Scene my Lord. De Flame 'T would not be worth my Name did it not strike Amazement through your souls and leave a palenesse on his Cheek that hears it But here here I could melt Transfuse my brains through my sad eyes till they wept blood dropt their Jelly forth She was a Jewel too rich for our dull Orb Enter more servants you need not multiply your fears I am too proud of my Revenge to start from 't Let the Law frown and fall in Tempests on me Cowards repent When valiant blood ne're Pales at the Event Exeunt Actus Quintus Scena Prima Enter Pirez and De Loome De Loom A Sad Court indeed My Lord. Pirez As sad a Kingdom where the news is spread men that hear it stand struck as if their own passing-bells did call unto them De Loom Kings Glasses are as brittle as their meanest subjects their footings as slippery and incertain He was a brave Prince and his Life will be memorable in Castile Pirez His death is much admit'd for the sudden strangeness of it What opinion give the Physicians on 't De Loome Th 'ave a hard Name for 't if I could think on 't Pirez Not suspicion of Poison De Loome How my Lord by whom wou'd ye suspect it Pirez Nay I dare suspect none nor don 't but such Quirks of State I have read of in the dayes of old De Loome I never saw him discount a day with more content and freedome his very thoughts were hearty Pirez 'T was a fatal one and will give a sad discourse to out Posterity and leave it on Record in bleeding characters De Lo. The Count's resolution had too much blood cruelty in 't Pirez Dessandro urg'd as much as mortal sense could groan with De Loome I now call to mind still as he spake and glanc'd upon Cleara's face I had strange startlings in me Pirez As the Times have De Loome The Times my Lord For what Pirez The King's Death Sir De Loome Why my Lord the Times are not of the worst presage though that may cloud them a little Pirez I am no Booker Sir nor Lilly to prognosticate what seven years may travel with but I could with the price of knaves may fall De Loome Your Lordships virtues command not a more humble and observant creature Exit Pirez This Fellow must be muzzl'd Enter Sampayo Samp. Who 's that Pirez The Duke's thing his trifle broker Samp. The King 's now Pirez Castile did never hear more news I fear Samp. We shall now see the fine Turns and games of State Pirez When Fools and knaves chase Trump Samp. Now Heads and Points will be the sport Pirez The King will have the heads then I believe Samp. Observe um Pirez So neer Enter Bereo Nobles solliciting him with Papers Heavens bless your Majesty he'vens keep your Majesty within Please you to hear your most faithful Subjects Duke Who are they that bark so De Loome A Rout of Porters Prentices and Sailors Wives with such a spawn who are modest Petitioners your Majesty would give'um leave to govern you in some matters of State and humbly pray to be admitted of your Privy Councel Here 's another Sir from the most Reverend Bags of the City to purchase all the Churches of your Majesty for Ware-houses And this Sir from the Corporation of Weavers Coblers and Feltmakers that you would please to give um leave to fire all Universities and Schools of Learning that the Profane might better see the Truth Duke No more Their stinking breath will stifle me keep back