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truth_n	word_n	world_n	youth_n	42	3	7.5791	4	false

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A45651	The mistakes, or, The false report a tragi-comedy, acted by their Majesties servants / written by Mr. Jos. Harris ; the prologue written by Mr. Dryden ; the epilogue by Mr. Tate.	Harris, Joseph, ca. 1650-ca. 1715.; Mountfort, William, 1664?-1692.; Dryden, John, 1631-1700.; Tate, Nahum, 1652-1715.	1691 (1691)	Wing H865; ESTC R4488	60,524	88

Sure this will sound him Aside Ant. I was indeed a happy Lover once Sighs Ast. Ha! Once did he say oh heavens then 't is too true aside Ant. But now my Love is gone I know not whither My Dear Astella if thou' rt fled to heaven Oh let me know●t that I may follow thee If still on earth I 'le pray the whispering winds That they 'de conduct me to thy dark abode I 'le beg the Trees to bow their leafy heads And point me out the Mansion of my Love What shall I think for to suspect thy truth Or doubt Alberto's words were sure a Crime Ast. I know not what this musing does portend But I will try him once again My noble Lord Cast not a wretched youth to the wide world Who cannot live a moment absent from you Why are you sad Give me to know the Cause Kneels I 'le sit and sing and charm your griefs asleep Lye at your feet like weeping Philomell And hush your sorrows with my pleasing airs And when the morning dawns I 'le be your Lark To wellcome with my joyfull notes the coming day Thus we 'le perform and pass the time away Thus spend the melancholy hours making grief a pleasure And scorning all the follies of the laughing world Ant. Such pleasing softness did I never hear And still the more I look the more I still desire In every feature methinks I read Astella The very air that bears the charming sounds Ecchoes Astella to my wondring ears R●se gentle Youth so sweet an advocate Must needs obtain the cause tho' ne're so hard If then kind Florimo you 'd share in a disorder'd heart And be the sad Companion of my woes But do not for they 'l blast thy tender form And wither all thy blooming hopes to death Ast. Alas 't is all the blessing I wou'd wish To share your woes since I 'me already More unfortunate and wretched then you er'e can be Ant. Oh 't is impossible but tell me how thou art wretched Ast. By Love that soft disturber of my peace And by my friend Ant. Grant heaven it be not so with me aside Ast. Doubt not your Mistriss safety nor your Friend If conscious innocence says you love her still Ant. Love her thy silly question stabs my very Soul None can behold Astella and not love her Not Orpheus when he charm'd the fiery gates of hell And gain'd an entry to the vast abiss Had half that Love for his Euridice Nor when he rescu'd from the God of night His beauteous prize and the same hour lost her Felt half my hell of torture and despair Ast. Oh charming words which like Promethean fire Kindles the embers of expiring life and love And like the Arabian Chimist can extract A Ph●nix from the ashes of her Sire My Joy's too great to be contain'd Here let me breath my Soul out at your feet Kneeling And fly an Angell to the other world Refin'd by so divine a good as yours Ant. What means the Youth Rise and resolve my doubts Why does my declaration thus affect you Ast. Tune to his voice ye musick of the spheres To finde such virtue 'mongst corrupted Man Is sure a Subject for Fames golden Trumpet To find your Love like Vestall fire guarded When every foe does lend a breath against it Safe and un●ully'd in that hollow'd Shrine Ant. So nice a sence of virtue from a Boy Is strange and must proceed from ●omething stranger Ast I Swore to wander thro' the spacious world Till death wou'd put an end to all my woes To finde some Lover of so clear a truth The same when slighted or his Mistriss dead And now I 've found the noblest of our Sex I 'le be your Servant or your Sacrifice And never part till parted from my self Ant. I am amaz'd at such surprizing words But 't is a pleasing wonder Come my Boy I 'le crown thy wishes thou' rt mine for ever Embraces him Instruct my Virtue that seeing thee I may Read Lectures of Astella every day But yet I want to know the Story of thy life The many wrongs thou hast sustain'd and pass'd And all the pretty murmurings of thy grief Ast. By a long Siege I Storm'd my Mistriss heart And took the Guarded Fortress of her Love Next when I 'de got my only friends consent The Brother of my destin'd Bride Lestella No Isthmus seem'd to bar me from my joys When on the fatall Dawn before our Marriage Urg'd by I know not what mistake my friend Went to his Mistriss call'd her false and perjur'd Said he or I that Night must leave the World At night I heard of his Imprisonment Attended with a thundering peal of Curses From the fair Mistriss of my Friend At length I by my vows to free him had appeas'd her Madded with rage I did mind my own Who with a charming grief reproach'd my falshood I had not time to answer her Complaints But flung away in hast unto my friend Whom I releas'd but he escap'd my sight Strait I receiv'd from him a dreadfull Note Which stab'd me with the News of my Lestilla's death Who fell a Victim to his Jealousy Despairing I abandon'd Sicily And careless of my fate am hither come To wander like a banish'd Criminal quite forlorn This sure will try him since my other fails Aside Ant. What words are these or is it but a dream A Vision of Astella thus adorn'd aside Who comes to try the truth of her suspicions If that my wonder gentle youth wou'd give me leave I 'de say thou hast sav'd me the unwellcome trouble Of telling thee the Story of my life Since thou hast so truly weav'd it with thy own Ast. Not so I hope Sir is your Mistriss dead Ant. There sticks my sate and leaves me in a maze If dead what then remains but strait to follow her Ast. You speak my Lord in riddles If she be dead you wou'd dye to follow her And at the same time own you Love her not Ant. Thou dost not understand me right my Boy Be witness all ye Powers that knew our hearts How much I lov'd that dear departed Saint Ast. Departed whither Ant. Oh that I cou'd resolve thee My Friend enrag'd told me he had slain her But soon recanted and I as soon believ'd Yet now some strange suggestions press my heart anew And fix my wandring fancy to her Image Ast. I hope he 'le not repent of this kind grant Aside Shall I my Lord to sooth your sorrows Sing Ant. Do my Boy whilst I repose me on this bank And bear a part with thee Both sing After the Song she speaks Ast. Rise Rise my Lord I see one coming hither With a grave pace as big with some design Ant. It is Ricardo Florimo away And wait me in the next walk Exit Astella Enter Ricardo musing This is the Cause I fear of all our dire mistakes Now Studying some new Plot I 'le observe him Ric. Thus Virtue 's ever clouded

with disgrace A Princes favour cannot dart a beam But on a Barren or Infectious land And always must be partiall in his choice Ant. He mutters State-Affairs but let him on Ric. Therefore the two young Heroes of the Court Envy my Honour and sicken at my greatness As if my rise must be upon their Necks But still my Virtue shall out brave their little malice I will convince the unbelieving world There is a man that can be great and good at once And then retire to Solitude for ever Ant. Why this is strange Ric. But oh that cannot be There lyes some Mistery in the womb of Night Which Loyalty Commands me to unravell Besides to leave Antonio's Virtue toil'd Deluded by his friends Hypocrisy But that 's a Plot and I 'me a base Informer There 's my reward but Virtue pays it self Ant. Each word does swell my wonder Ric. Alberto's Actions must have some design But let Heaven be Judge of that not I. This fresh account of Horrour I 've receiv'd Antonio must know Yes 't is resolv'd Tho' for i● he call me undermining Traytor Yet I 'le respect my conscience not his words Ant. Each words a Thunderbolt and strikes me dead No double-meaning can be hid in this Ric. Who 's that my Lord Antonio Ant. The same Ric. How does your Lordship Ant. Why well I think Ricardo Ric Long may you be so Ant. I thank you Sir But good Ricardo If I may be so bold what were your thoughts Employ'd about Ric. 'T is an Imp●rtant bus'ness which I think of How virtue does decay in every age And in particular that Cordiall Friendship How Pylades's Examples are quite forgot And how the Sign of Gemini above 〈◊〉 ●opied ill by Mortalls here below Ant. The Consequence Ric. Therefore my Lord beware How you permit a seeming Friend to creep too close Le●t in the bottom there shou'd lurk an Adder Ant. Be plainer in your Counsell Ric. Yes too plain Too plain I fear for your repose Ant. Ha! my repose Ric. Yes so I said Your friend Alberto mark me well is false The Wounds he gave but seemingly he heal'd For they still rankle fester and eat the deeper And may in time destroy you Ant. Oh take heed You come not with your false deluding Beacons To warn my easy nature from the Sands That you may split my friendship on a Rock For if thou dost death hell and ruine And all their black attendants shall not save thee You have had the mask on long enough Therefore now unveil thy self Ricardo And show the villain in his native dye Ric. This I expected and therefore take my leave An honest man is never safe at Court Sir you may find flatterers enough To tell you what you wou'd believe not what you ought to know who 'l varni●h all your losses with a smile Nay make you think the Sun shines in a storm When thickest clouds do interpose their shade And when the heavens are all in mutiny rain fire Rain blood upon your better part your second self But he 's a fool who to convince another Whose looks speak hatred and his words proclaim it Will hazard both his person and his fame Such bigotted honour shall have no Prosolite of me Going Ant. Stay Sir for to secure that fame you prize so much It will concern you to inform me more Ric. Not when I know I shall not be believ'd Ant. Now by my Sword I 'le force it from your tongue And if thou prov'st not every word thou utterest I 'le hurl a heavier load of misery upon thee Than that which Atlas with his weighty Globe Does groan beneath Ric. How fond is Man and easy to beleive When words are daub'd with flattery and mask'd with Love But truth in its plain habit will not pass My Lord to shew how I despise your threats I 'le ease my conscience of the mighty Secret But arm your self against the fierce assault For horror dwells with every fatall word Ant. Why dost thou kill me with such cruell doubts Ric. I will no more the fair Astella Sir Ant. Astella Speak the very name 's a Charm Ric It must be Sir the name that 's all that 's left Ant. Ha! what of her Ric. Why she is murder'd base and barbarously murder'd Ant. Hell and confusion Ric. By her own Brother's orders murder'd Ant. Patience ye Gods oh give me patience heaven One moments patience and I 'le beg no more By all things Sacred in those fatall words Or one or both of us are doom'd to dye If they be false there 's something worse then death Nay if possible then Damnation shall sure attend thee If true then I 'me the Victim Ric. Hear the rest A rough hewn fellow Servant to Alberto Thus with a penitential look accosted me Sir by my Masters threats I 've been compell'd To Act a little piece of Villany But my ill-natur'd Conscience flying in my face I thought to ease it by Confession I slew a Lady whom ●e order'd me Veil'd in a Wood but that was nothing Sir Till I discover'd it to be Astella My old dead Masters only Daughter Ant. Furries and Devils tear the Barbarous Villain Oh I am all a burning Aetna her● within But if thou prov'st it I am satisfied Ric. Let the Revenge confirm it which I took Impatient Virtue forc'd me to the deed I slew him strait without as much as asking Where the untimely Sacrifice was laid Ant. Enough I am confirm'd she 's gone Oh Tyrant-friend was she a Subject for your rage Cou'd not those glorious rays from her fair eyes Melt down thy icy temper to compassion But I forget 't is I 'me her murderer And therefore thus will pay the cruell debt Offers to kill himself Ric. Hold hold my Lord Ric. hinders him Ant. Wilt thou again give edge to my suspitions By hindring me of my desir'd bliss Death doubly is my due The morning wheels to gloomy night again To give directions where I shou'd reside The Sun seems like a faint and beamless fire To warn the expiring Taper of my Life And all but you conspire to work my Joy Ric. By all that 's good I will not oppose it But yet you are not ripe enough for death Ant. Not when despair does call me hence Ric. Why no. Are you Italian born or some hot Frenchman Who when capricious fortune frowns upon him Strait punishes her crime upon himself At least since she does sit above our reach Let us revenge it on her instruments Ant. Touch not that string for it inflames my heart And kindles wild-fire in my troubl'd breast I wou'd not think upon the Villain more And therefore I wou'd cease to think at all Ric. 'T is wonderous well how will the censuring world Say Naples is a Den of Caniballs Where Paricide and murder is a sport And go unpunish't by the better sort By Mars your tameness does unspirit me But I 'le away and take revenge my self Since such