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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A44646	Five new plays ... as they were acted by His Majesty's servants at the Theatre-Royal / written by the Honourable Sir Robert Howard.; Plays	Howard, Robert, Sir, 1626-1698.; Dryden, John, 1631-1700. Of dramatick poesie.	1692 (1692)	Wing H2993; ESTC R4733	214,330	264

Sertorius my revenge not love invites And that strict Friendship which our Souls unites Must now our Soul's affections separate And what you love 't is just that I shou'd hate Mar. What friendship wou'd return my love denies I dare not say I hate whom you despise Enter Sulpitius Her Peace Sulpitius Let him not see disorder in our looks I suspect him How amaz'd he seems Sulp. Help Fortune now thou that hast always sent Thy willing aid to the most confident Madam Her Sir Sulp. Perhaps your own amazement might be less Cou'd I forbear my wonder to express Her What wonder Sir Sulp. Some wonder must attend a sudden change To see Prince Tiridates and Sertorius strange So unlike Lovers now they did appear That they both seem'd as if they never were Her I know not what you mean Sulp. I wish 't were so my troubles then might end One is my Brother t'other is my Friend Yet to those titles there is nothing due Since they so soon forget themselves and you Her You only fancy sure this strange neglect They paid to me as much as I expect Sul. I 'm sorry that my Passion renders me The severe judge of their inconstancy Her Your Passion Sir Sulp. Yes mine so mingled with Eternity It understood not what they seem'd to be Mar. You speak too like a Rival now to prove An uncorrupted Judge in Pleas of love Sul. If I confess the bonds in which I 'm ti'd Fair Marcellina shou'd not seem to chide Since if the just Hersilia pitties me I leave Sertorius to her love more free Mar. In such mean paths as cous'ning States-men move To walk to greatness others tread to love Both creep upon the strength of fawning lyes And on Mens blasted fames attempt to rise Sulp. This to me Madam that have always shewn A sorrow for your wrong Mar. I know of none But those which I receive from your design The injury of Vertue must be mine Sulp. Vertue by truth receives no injury Her Truth is ill carried by an Enemy I 'll do my self and them at least this right To forbid you to come into my sight O Marcellina As going out How hard it is my trouble to disguise Though I believe not him I must my Eyes Exeunt Manet Sulpitius Sulp. What can this mean perhaps they both agree To hide their trouble and to cousen me 'T was dull and foolish to betray my flame Designs that hit shou'd be as swift as aim They shou'd go quicker off Powder not dry Does seldom hit but makes the Fowl more shie Enter Servant O Claudius welcome Ser. Have you sped Sir Sulp. Indifferently but still thy merits Deserve more than I promis'd Here take this And still continue constant to my wishes I shall need thy further help Ser. You shall not fail to have it Sir Sulp. Meet me an hour hence Hard by the Flavian Bridge fail not Serv. You need not Sir repeat commands to me Sulp. Thy rewards shall fall like show'rs upon thee Ex. Serv. My plots fall short like Darts which rash hands throw With an ill aim and have too far to go Nor can I long discoveries prevent I deal too much among the Innocent I Their tracks are not so soon discern'd that go Thorough soul paths as theirs that tread in snow Exit Enter Sertorius and Caska Sert. When will Tiridates meet Cask Presently Sir he promis'd to be there as soon as you A little farther brings you to the place Sert. He 's noble Why shou'd it easier prove To agree more in Virtue than in Love Those that are Rivals in their Piety Are kind yet all bow to one Deity We both have but one Altar and one Flame Our Honour Love and Wishes are the same From those fair Springs true Friendship us'd to flow But from those Fountains now our Quarrels grow Enter Mutius Mut. Noble Sertorius Sert. You mean Sulpitius Mut. I shou'd be glad to see him Sert. Prethee look him Exit with Caska Mut. What 's this I have been better entertain'd My Sword has help'd this Man to Victory But now it seems there is no use of me There may come yet a time Enter five or six Veterans 1. Brave Mutius Mut. Mighty Plebeians yours 1. A hard time Mutius Mut. Easie enough for you brave Veterans I take it you are not cloy'd with business 2. Troth we have scarce business for our teeth Mut. Draw 'em then Hunger is the worst kind of Tooth-ach 1. We have been courted Mutius Speeches made to us and call'd the Bulwarks of the Country Now we are slighted Mut. Did you intend that for a Jest I hate a Souldier that is poor and witty Wit is the peace of every Man hang it A Souldier should be blunt and mutinous 1. We shou'd be hang'd then Mut. Not if you 'd hang together Puppies O the brave days of Julius when he flew The Roman Eagles at the stooping World And dar'd it like a Lark 1. I I those were days Mut. Peace is the rust of Minds brave Souls refine By great Examples and with use they shine I remember Pharsalia's dreadful Field When the first Ranks came to so near a view The Roman Souldiers all each other knew In vain the Generals gave their fierce Commands The Eyes of both the Armies held their hands While Brothers gaze and Fathers Sons behold Nature in whispers her fond stories told Friends gaz'd on Friends forgot they were to fight And made a halt as shameful as a flight When Crastinus advanc'd before the rest And struck his Pyle into a Roman Breast As from one Cloud vast Tempests fill the Skies So showres of Piles from his began to rise Had not his great Example set us free We had been robb'd of that day's Victory 1. I Captain our Emperour has shut up Janus's Gates The World 's at peace now Mut. Let him lull in 't Till he forget the way how to Command 'T is a dark Lanthorn in a Prince's hand 'T is Peace that shines while he in darkness lives Hid by the light which he to others gives The Gown-men now by cherish'd Vices thrive Virtue is starv'd or hardly kept alive Mischief is fed while out of Policy They keep some to betray and some to lie 1. No employment now for Souldiers Mut. You are dull Blockheads when y' are out of pay The Souldiers Vices lie another way D' ye think that Statesmens kindnesses proceed From any principles but their own need When they 'r afraid they 'r wondrous good and free But when they 'r safe they have no memory 1. The Great Men swallow all Mut. Mankind upon each others ruines rise Cowards maintain the brave and Fools the wise Honour and all Religion bears a price But as the rates are set by Death and Vice Enter Sulpitius Sulp. Brave Mutius never more happily met Mut. That 's well did you not meet Sertorius Sulp No why d' ye ask Mut. Nay nothing I thought he had been going to keep an Oracle He