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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A49947	Theodosius, or, The force of love a tragedy, acted by Their Royal Highnesses servants, at the Duke's Theatre / written by Nat. Lee ; with the musick betwixt the acts.	Lee, Nathaniel, 1653?-1692.	1680 (1680)	Wing L877; ESTC R228929	46,446	85

has banisht me and I obey The Court and I shake Hands and now we part Never to see each other more the Court Where I was born and bred a Gentleman No more till your Illustrious Bounty rais'd me And drew the Earth-born Vapour to the Clouds But as the Gods ordain'd it I have lost I know not how through Ignorance your Grace And now the Exhalation of my Glory Is quite consum'd and vanisht into Air. Pulch. Proceed Sir╌╌ Marc. Yet let those Gods that doom'd me to displease you Be Witnesses how much I honour you╌ Thus worshipping I swear by your bright self I leave this infamous Court with more content Than Fools and Flatterers seek it But oh Heaven I cannot go if still your hate pursues me Yes I declare it is impossible To go to Banishment without your Pardon Pulch. You have it Marcian is there ought beside That you would speak for I am free to hear Marc. Since I shall never see you more what hinders But my last words should here protest the Truth Know then Imperial Princess matchless Woman Since first you cast your Eyes upon my meanness Ev'n till you rais'd me to my envy'd height I have in secret lov'd you╌ Pulch. Is this Marcian Marc. You frown but I am still prepar'd for all I say I lov'd you and I love you still More than my Life and equal to my Glory Methinks the warring Spirit that inspires This Frame the very Genius of old Rome That makes me talk without the fear of Death And drives my daring Soul to acts of Honour Flames in your Eyes our Thoughts too are a-kin Ambitious fierce and burn alike for Glory Now by the Gods I lov'd you in your Fury In all the Thunder that quite riv'd my hopes I lov'd you most ev'n when you did destroy me Madam I 've spoke my heart and cou'd say more But that I see it grieves you your high Blood Frets at the Arrogance and sawcy Pride Of this bold Vagabond may the Gods forgive me Farewell a worthier General may succeed me But none more faithful to the Emperour's Interest Than him you are pleas'd to call the Traytor Marcian Pulch. Come back you have subtilly play'd your part indeed For first th' Emperour whom you lately school'd Restores you your Commission next commands you As you 're a Subject not to leave the Court Next but oh Heav'n which way shall I express His cruel Pleasure he that is so mild In all things else yet obstinate in this Spite of my Tears my Birth and my Disdain Commands me as I dread his high Displeasure O Marcian to receive you as my Husband Marc. Ha Lucius what what does my Fate intend Luc. Pursue her Sir 't is as I said she yields And rages that you follow her no faster Pulch. Is then at last my great Authority And my intrusted Pow'r declin'd to this Yet oh my Fate what way can I avoid it He charg'd me streight to wait him to the Temple And there resolve oh Marcian on this Marriage Now generous Soldier as you 're truly noble O help me forth lost in this Labyrinth Help me to loose this more than Gordian Knot And make me and your self for ever happy Marc. Madam I 'll speak as briefly as I can And as a Soldier ought the only way To help this Knot is yet to tye it faster Since then the Emperor has resolv'd you mine For which I will for ever thank the Gods And make this Holy-day throughout my Life I take him at his word and claim his promise The Empire of the World shall not redeem you Nay weep not Madam though my out side 's rough Yet by those Eyes your Soldier has a Heart Compassionate and tender as a Virgins Ev'n now it bleeds to see those falling Sorrows Perhaps this Grief may move the Emperour To a Repentance Come then to the Tryal For by my Arms my Life and dearer Honour If you go back when given me by his Hand In distant Wars my Fate I will deplore And Marcian's Name shall ne'er be heard of more Exeunt SCENE the Temple Theodosius Athenais Atticus joyning their hands╌Marcian Pulcheria Lucius Julia Delia c. Leontine Attic. The more than Gordian knot is ty'd Which Death 's strong Arm shall ne'er divide For when to bliss ye wafted are Your Spirits shall be wedded there Waters are lost and Fires will die But Love alone can Fate defie Enter Aranthes with the Body of Varanes Arant Where is the Empress Where shall I find Eudosia By Fate I am sent to tell that cruel Beauty She has rob'd the World of Fame her Eyes have giv'n A blast to the big Blossom of the War Behold him there nipt in his flowry Morn Compell'd to break his promise of a Day A Day that Conquest would have made her Boast Behold her Lawrel wither'd to the Root Canker'd and kill'd by Athenais scorn Athen. Dead dead Varanes Theo. O ye Eternal Pow'rs That guide the World why do you shock our Reason With acts like these that lay our Thoughts in dust Forgive me Heav'n this start or elevate Imagination more and make it nothing Alas alas Varanes But speak Aranthes The manner of his Fate Groans choke my words But speak and we will answer thee with Tears Arant His Fever would no doubt by this have done What some few minutes past his Sword perform'd He heard from me your progress to the Temple How you design'd at midnight to deceive him By a Clandestine Marriage But my Lord Had you beheld his Racks at my Relation Or had your Empress seen him in those Torments When from his dying Eyes swoln to the Brim The big round drops rowl'd down his manly Face When from his hallowed Breast a murmuring Croud Of groans rush'd forth and echo'd All is well Then had you seen him O ye cruel Gods Rush on the Sword I held against his Breast And dye it to the Hilts with these last words╌ Bear me to Athenais╌ Athen. Give me way my Lord I have most strictly kept my promise with you I am your Bride and you can ask no more Or if you did I am past the power to give But here oh here on his cold bloody Breast Thus let me breath my last Theo. O Empress what what can this transport mean Are these our Nuptials these my promis'd Joys Athen Forgive me Sir this last respect I apy These sad remains╌And oh thou mighty Spiit If yet thou art not mingled with the Stars Look down and hear the wretched Athenais When thou shalt know before I gave consent To this indecent Marriage I had taken Into my Veins a cold and deadly Draught Which soon would render me alas unfit For the warm Joys of an Imperial Lover And make me ever thine yet keep my word With Theodosius Wilt thou not forgive me Theo. Poison'd to free thee from the Emperor Oh Athenais thou hast done a deed That tears my Heart what have I done against thee That thou should'st