I have out-liv'd her Fall 'T is onely to outact her Vengeance She Poor Martyr dyed too soon Her closing Eyes Shut out that charming scene the rowzing Thunder Hung o're her punisht Ravishers head she dyed Before her dear Revenge But I would live For mine if thou darst let me live live Tyrant To wake the arming World for thy Destruction Oront Oh hold my fair Accuser think oh think When my mad Rage and all my brutall Fires Walk'd forth with that too hideous Arme of Death T was onely Love that struck the barbarous Blow Claris. Love Oront All commanding all resistless Love Alas I saw the cruell Clarismunda Deaf to my sighs and pray'rs my happy Rivall With all the Pride of an insulting Conquerour Even in his Chains my Tyrant the blest Lord Of Clarismunda's Heart Think how I saw The flaming Sword and my seal'd Gates of Paradice And if my burning Love and boyling Envy Swell'd my Despair too high impute th' Effects To a too powerfull Cause Alas I cut Th' excluding Barr betwixt my Heav'n and Me. Claris. Yet hold This Insolence outsins thy first black Guilt What tho th' Injustice of our partiall Destiny Threw the unhappy Champion of our Cause By Warrs rough Chance a Captive in thy Pow'r Dares thy Barbarity make Love great Love A Plea for Murther Could that noble Passion Transforme thee to a Ruffian Had'st thou been That Godlike thing a Lover thou d'st have seen Thy happy Rivall with more generous Envy And in thy glorious Indignation free'd him From his vile Chains bid him dispute his Title To Clarismunda's Heart with his drawn sword Had he so faln and his triumphant Conquerour Staind with his warm warm Blood thus hadst thou woed me But in cold Murder his poor naked Throat Given up to Butchers Hands thy Slaves and Hangmen Shame of a Throne thou eternall Brand of Empire Oront And is this all my Love must ever hope Claris. Hope wretched King why does thy tiresome Folly Force my repeated Scorne both of thy Crown and Thee Thus often to pronounce the fatall never Oront Never Claris. Shoud this degenerate Breast descend so low Buâ— to Dream Kindness to Orsanes Murderer I 'de tear my Traytour Heart up by the Roots But for so poor a Thought Love thee Yes King If to owe thee Curses more then Plagues can pay thee Thy dying Groans more Musick to my soul Then all the Quires of Heaven be Love I love thee Oront Well Madam you have sworn my seal'd Destruction And rather then a Doom from that fair Mouth Should want the Weight of Fate with my own Hand I 'le ayd my Labouring Destiny Go Briomar Draw out ten Thousand Horse and in their Head Bear that relentlâ—ss Beauty back to Persia A Presentt ' her avenging Brothers Arms. Claris. Ay King do This Oront Yes go dear charming Death Bring the whole summond Force of Heav'n and Earth To hunt down this Babarian Too cruell Vengeance at Thy Tyrant call All thy arm'd shafts on this doom'd Head must fall And Humble kneeling Love shall bear e'm all But dear remorsless Fair if all the pangs Of my poor bleeding Heart Claris. All the old Hatefull Theme No more no more Remember King I have Your sacred Promise To send me back to my avenging Brothers Oront True I have promised and the dread Command Of Clarismunda though at no less price Then my Souls Death shall be obey'd Go Briomar Performe your Charge conduct that fair Inexorable T' her Royall Brothers Arms But tell those Brothers Yes lay my blushes and my shame before e'm And tell the injur'd Majesty of Persia My soul unman'd and all my Reason drownd I did that shamefull Deed. But tell e'm too The Brute offended but the King repents Tell e'm instead of all their Arm'd Revenge Death Fire and Sword sack Towns and burning Citys Kind Hymens Torch presents a gentler Fire Claris. No more vain talking Frenzy Oront Yes beauteous Cruelty Tell e'm that Mighty Love Claris. That Mightier Vengeance Oront With all the Eloquence of immortall Truth Claris. With all the Horrours of Eternall shame Oront For Mercy Mercy call Claris. For Blood for Blood Oront For Blood than since no less then Blood must pay Go Briomar that Voice of Death obey Arme Arme the World against this hated Head And forge the Bolts to strike this Monster dead Go Fairy Treasure Vanishing Brightness go But Clarismunda If Thou must kill why the poor Persian swords Why arming Worlds and angry Heav'n against me No fairer Deity weil'd thy own bright Vengeance Thy Eyes the Gods Expence of Thunder save And lend me from their Darts a nobler Grave Exuent all but Celestina and Rosalin Celest Now Rosalin what thinkst thou of my Sybill My Scythian Prophetess Rosal Think Celest Dost not see We are moving to a fairer Feild of Fortune The Court of Persia Beauties bright Meridian How looks her kind prediction now Do's not My Royall Conquest wear a promising Face Rosal Fantom and Phrenzy Celest Spight and Envy No Thou snarling Infidell th' Oraculous Truth Had Heav'n in 't and I must and will beleive her Rosal Well if your Faith 's so strong beleive and prosper Celest Yes Rosalin and to confirme that Faith Sleeping this night I saw the sweetest Vision Methoughts a glittring Troop danced all around me Clapt their gay Wings and in one ecchoing Voice Stupendious Words that lightend as they spoke Saluted me with Hayle thou Beauteous Miracle Go on thou Royall Conquerour so conquer Till Poets make thee their Eternall Song And wanton Painters like the bold Prometheus When they 'd give Souls to shadows from thy Heav'ns Shall Steal th' immortall Fires Ros. By Love all Rapture Cel. No sooner was the gaudy Vision vanish't But straight I dreamt of that fair Grecian Dame That drew the Swords of the Contending Universe The glorious subject of a ten years War And the no less immortall Cleopatra Her bleeding Antony and persuing Caesar With burning Troys and Worlds for Beauty lost Ros Well Celestina if no less Originals Then Egypts Cleopatra or Greek Helens Are those fair Eyes your golden Dreams must copy In that blest day expect my duteous Homage Amongst your kneeling slaves Cel. Yes that blest Day Now to the Court that Lottery of Beauty Where all the Fair for the great Prize put in And boldly stake their All to lose or win And whilst one Hand at an unhappy Fling Draws but a Blank the other draws her King With the same Hope for the same Lot Iâ—le go And try if there 's a Monarch for my Throw Exeunt Scene changes to a Pallace Enter Tygranes Tygr. What art thou Love that thus out liv'st Despair Oh thou whose too strong vital Pulses beat When hope thy Life is dead Too fair Herminia Tho' lost for ever lost thy haunting Form Array'd with all thy Charms glides dazling by Whilst my devouring Soul leaps forth to meet thee And grasps at fleeting Ayr. Too dear Herminia Yes I will love
thee still But oh so love thee Love thy bright Glory thy unenvyed Happiness Thy Monarchs Arms and all thy Nuptiall Blisses My whole unmurmuring Souls divinest Musick Enter Messenger Mess Sir some Officers wait your Command Enter Officers Tygr. Admit e'm Well my Warriours How fare my valiant Hearts Offi. Tough as our Arms And cheerfull as our Cause Tygr. Thou speakst my Souldier 1. Offi. As all our Veins and all our Lives shall speak 2. Offi. Already Sir Your great Allies have joyn'd us A noble Train of War From Western Nile To Eastern Indus Streams united Asia Brings her proud Banners to your Royall Standard By this good Sword and this old Arm I think More gallant Troops nor more resolv'd Battalions A fairer Front of the bold Sons of Glory Ne'er shook the Earth beneath them 1. Offi. And great Sir May I presume to add one bold Word more To cheer our Hearts after our last lost Battle And edg our Swords for a new fairer Game Persia fought then but Clarismunda now Tygr. Yes my kind Souldier in your last lost Game A weaker Quarrell and a fainter Arm Only Powers wanton Luxury Ambition Fought then But a Diviner Cause wrong'd Honour And Sacred Vengeance now Enter King and Herminia Mirvan Amorin Guards c. King My best Tygranes Life of my Cause thou Eldest Son of War And boldest Heir of Fame my waiting Armyes Call thy Commanding Arm to lead 'em forth to Glory Tygr. As far as humane Strength can push for Glory This Arm shall lead and Sir to joyn that Arm I hope the Great Deciding Powers that hold The Fate of War and turn the Scales of Battle Have one kind Lawrell for the poor Tygranes For 't is but Justice Heav'n one Smiling Day For all the melancholly niggard Portion Your unkind Stars have dealt me And for all The Massy Favours you have heap'd upon me Great Sir permit my bending Duty fall Thus low to take up the fair Load of Honour King Rise my Tygranes This too humble Gratitude Orepays the Gift I make Tygr. Orepays No! Sir You 've lodg'd in this Young Arm a Trust so glorious King And thou'lt discharge it with a Faith more glorious Tygr. I hope indeed I shall This I dare promise I go so keâ—n for War so arm'd for Battle My Cause so Precious and my Life so worthless That the Great Game of Death was never play'd By a less shaking Hand King So speak the Souls Of our Great Race the transmigrating Fires That warm thy noble Breast Tygr. But Sir before I go take my Last Prayer May all the Sweets of ever fragrant Love Heap your full Joâ—s 'Twixt that fair Heaven and You Eternall Jo Peans sing before you Smiles wake Your Morns and Angells lull your Sleeps King This is too kind Tygranes Tygr. And when in my Rough Toyls and heavyer Marches Amidst the Shriller Louder Voice of War Some softer Trump of Fame shall sweetly Chant In my pleass'd Ears how fair Herminia loves How that all Nuptiall Truth all Bridall Sweetness With all the Riot o unmeasur'd blisses Crowns the dear Love of her embracing Lord When I shall hear that dear that blessed Sound With open Arms I 'le meet the darling Joy And clasp it as the Mrs. of my Soul Thus I may love Herminia Herm. Love me Prince Yes such a Love Tygranes Oh thou matchless Originall of Virtue Love like Thine How shall I e're return Go then brave Warriour Go where bright Honour calls and when thy Sword Thro grappling Dangers hews thy path to Glory Be thou Herminia's Champion and I Thine For oh Tygranes to adorn that brow And pull down Victory on that blest Head I 'le borrow from the Arms of my kind Lord A bending Knee to Heâ—v'n for dear Tygranes Tygr. And will the kind Herminia do all this For lost Tygranes the Divine Herminia A Beauteous Suppliant to th' immortall Throne Breath a soft Prayer and melt the listning Gods And all for worthless me Then I am orepay'd For all my bleeding sighs So blest Herm. So blest if she can give thee blessings all my Orisons My tendrest Vows for Thy Success I 'le pay With so much Zeal the pious offering giv'n Whilst thou shalt combat Earth I 'le wrestle Heav'n King Hold my Herminia thou too Godlike Goodness And take me with thee in this generous Contest A Prayer for dear Tygranes Prayers and Hecatombs Incense and Sacrifice all Pomp Divine Altars shall smoak and blazing Temples Shine United Heaven and Earth shall joyn for Thee Thou and the World brave Youth the Gods and we Enter Messenger Mess Your Royall Sister Conducted by ten-thousand Scythian Horse Sent by the Mercy of her pitying Conquerour Free and unransom'd is returning home King Free and unransom'd Yes relenting Tyrant Like flowry Garlands to a bleeding Victim A poor amends for Clarismunda's Wrongs Tygr. For the Reception of our Royall Sister Haste Orimon draw forth a thousand Horse That these embracing Arms may fly to meet her Exit King My dear Herminia the soft sweets of Love Till this blest Minute have been all my Theme But now my fairest I am forc'd to borrow From the kind Arms of Joy one hour for pity I have a mourning Sister A wrong'd one my Herminia whose Returne Must call one Tear even from the Eyes of Love Queen A Tear for Clarismunda Yes my dear Lov'd Lord if that wrong'd Sister does demand The Royall Tribute of those richer Pearle I hope you 'll give these Eyes the Leave to add Their pious Offring too King Thine my Herminia Queen Mine and all Eyes At bleeding Virtues Sufferings Our Griefs are but our Sympathetick pains Each melting Eye at that sad Object mourns The Loadstar draws and trembling Pity turns Enter Tygranes Leading Clarismunda Celestina Rosalin c. Clars My Brother and my King Take to thy Arms thy generous pitying Arms This Load of Misery Despair and Ruin King Fair Flower of Paradice the sweetest Rose Set in the Thorns of Life dear Royall Mourner My Souls best half my own immortall Veins Clar. Thy Veins No Sir that once fair Christall Fountain By the embitter'd Gall of Woes all poyson'd The King gazes on Celestina My blood runs Death and I am thy Veins no more King What do I see Great Gods Clar. But oh dread Sir In my affrighting Wounds my Savage Wrongs I have brought home King Those Eyes my Clarismunda Clar. Eyes Sir King Those Wrongs my Sister But proceed Clar. Those Wrongs indeed So wrong'd There 's not that ministring Saint at Heavens high Throne But midst his Scenes of everlasting Joys Looks down on Clarismunda's hideous Ruines Mine mine 's a Cause King By Heavens amazing Fair Clar. What says my King King Thy Cause my Sweet go on Clar. Yes my dear Brother and what 's more then Brother My Champion and my King By those great Names I call and challenge thy avenging Sword Thy Sword my Soverain Justice King Artaban withdrawing from Clarismunda and whispering Clarismunda strikes
to answer Your Innocent meaning with an Equall Innocence That downright Truth your Bounty merits from me How can I love the Court who hate the World Cel. Thou hate it What have Thy young Years to quarrell at That thou should'st hate the World Mirv. I had a Father in 't And for his sake I hate it Cel. For his sake Mirv. A poor meanspirited Slave that got me Man And for a wretched Bribe of the Court Gold Unmade the Thing he got me For which I owe him My honest hearty Curses in his Grave And for his sake hate the whole loath'd Creation Cel. How Mirvan if thou hate'st the whole Creation Thou must hate me and 't is not safe to talk with thee Mirv. Nay Madam and beleive I Scorn to flatter Of all the hated World I love you best Because I fancy all those Charms were given you To do a little Mischeif in the World That darling Mistress of Eyes dear Mischief Cel. Hate the whole world beside and I alone The favourite Nay this is kind indeed But may I trust that Kindness Mir. Trust me Madam Now by those Eyes I swear those brigâ—t Incendiaryes What is 't I dare not do to serve that fair Destruction Play the proud Juno and command me Labours Like a young Hercules and if I shrink or tire Say I 've a Soul as abject and as base As the poor frame the Imp of man that holds it Cel. This is so generous Mirv. Trust me say you Nay I will trust you First and with a secret Of that prodigious weight Cel. The rarest Tool Mirv. Know then the Queen the more then Widow'd Queen Too sad a Mourner at your fatall Triumph In pure Despair for her deserting Lord Resolves this very night Cel. Oh my big Hopes aside Mir. In a disguise to leave the Court and Kingdom And bury all her Sorrows in a Cloyster Cel. To my best wish aside Mir. For this Religious Voyage Who should she choose her Pilot but my self Her singular Trust of my confiding Truth Has pickt out Me her only leading Guide T' her Melancholy Cell Peruse this Letter Committed to my Care to leave behind her As her last farewell to her unkind Lord. Cel. Reads Letter That I have lov'd you even to a Superstition planted my very Heav'n in Love the Transports of my Despair too plainly testify But when my feeble fraylty can bear my Wrongs no longer pardon the Effects of what Your Vnkindness is but the too fatal Cause when I thus fly from so much Inhumanity to the Arms of a kinder Heaven Herminia Mir. Now Madam as you like it make your best on 't Cel. Oh Mirvan now I must beleive thou lovest me This is so kind a Trust Thou toldst me too That thou lov'dst Mischief Mir. Faith won'd You durst try How much I love it Cel. Sayst thou so my Boy Nay then darst thou be kind and let me in A Party to this Plot a kind Assistant To hand this Mourning Wanderer to her Cell Say darst thou let me choose her Cloyster for her Mir. With all my Soul If any Noble Spight Glow warm within your Breast set it a blazing At that sweet Game form your own dearest Wish And mould Your slave to serve you Cel. To my Arms Thou kindest little Engine serve me but As the Rewards I 'le pay thee shall deserve And melt me into Gold Mir. Alas dear Madam There needs not a Reward to buy my Faith Be but your Great Designs what I can wish 'em Without the needless Bribe of Gold or Treasure I wou'd give Wealth to purchase such a pleasure Exeunt Scene Changes Enter Orontes disguis'd Oron. From Scythia's Throne and my proud Armies Head From softer Majesty and rougher Wars All glittering Plumes all my once bright Regalia Stript to this narrow Shrowd to wrap my Woes And bring my Death to Clarismunda's Feet Oh Love How unaccountable's thy Power Enter Clarismunda attended Clar. From that loath'd Name Oront From that loath'd Name Orontes To that lov'd Heaven his cruel Clarismunda He has commanded these Commission'd Knees To beg one listning Minute Clar. Your Petition Is an Ungrateful Theme Yet I am not So deaf to my worst Foe but my kind Patience Shall lend the Ear thou ask'st Oront Thus then by me That Sentenc'd Criminal speaks If by that fairest Hand Death shakes his Glass and waves his Brandish'd Shaft If executing Destiny 's gone forth And meager Graves with all their hungry Yawn Wait their last Gorge of poor Orontes Blood To his ador'd destroying Angels Ear Thus breath his Dying Accents Oh Bright Madam If Tears that would melt Rocks if Groans enough To wake the Sleep of Tombs if tortur'd Conscience Above the very Pangs of lost Eternity And to all these a Penitence so true Enough to unlock Heaven If these all these Might beg his Life from Cruel Clarismunda Clar. Could all these beg his Life Oront And with that Life His Clarismunda's Love Clar. My Love Oront Thy Love Dear all Divine For without Love 't is Death still Oh could that dear forgiving Mercy take A pardon'd Penitent to those dear Arms Not Ransom'd Slavery not Life Reprieved Not Crown'd Ambition nor translated Martyr Half half so bless'd as he To those fair Eyes He 'd raise those Monuments of mighty Love Should out-live Worlds and finishing Time close up His last Recorded Volume with the Story How bless'd Orontes loved Clar. Mistaken Advocate To have tryed the Eloquence of those soft Sounds They should have spoke before Orsanes Death Oront And does that Louring Vision wake for ever The lost Orontes Crime so all impardonable Clar. So impardonable that To leave the World with my loud wrongs unrighted When I shall meet my great Forefathers Souls 'T would make me blush in Heaven Oront Too Cruel Fair Clar. Sir I must hear no more Go bear your Master This Answer as my fix'd Eternal Vow I will have my Revenge But tell him too So much I owe to his Repenting Tears That when my Arming Wrongs that hunted Blood Shall spill I 'll give the Executing Blow Calm as the Priestess at an Altar Kills Yet still must Kill Oront But can that Beauteous Priestess Accept no gentler Sacrifice no less Appeasing Victim than the poor Orontes All streaming Blood And is one Thought of Mercy That strange Impossible Clar. So much Impossible Perhaps beyond the Grave I may forgive him On this side Death I must not Oront Then dear Cruelty Discovers himself Take take my thirsted Blood Clar. Good Gods Orontes Oh King How poorly thou hast thy self undone Hast put thy wretched Life into my Power And I must tamely take it Hadst thou met My Nobler Vengeance in thy Armies head Thrust thy bold Breast against ten thousand Javelins Thou might'st have fall'n with Honour Honour King But now now I must take this poor Advantage Thou kill'st Orsanes poorly Forget thou art a King Uncrown'd Unthroned Led like a Vulgar Slave bound in Vile Chains And at the
poor Herminia Herm. Oh my Stars I see a dawning pity in his Eyes Break forth my rising Sun and make it all Immortall Day and ever shining Joys Take Take your kneeling Mourner to your Arms Take me to love be kind and bid me live And stab my bleeding breaking Heart no more King Thou talk'st sweet Murmurer Tygr. Oh Sir embrace the blessed Minute Return to her dear Arms return to all The Joys of Earth and the Rewards of Heav'n Think but what shining Host of Supliant Saints Expand their Arms t' embrace thy blest Repentance King My dear Tygranes My Fame my Crown and my Imperiall Cause Call thee to Arms to Arms My muster'd Legions And marching Armies wait thee in their head Go forth my Son of War the great To morrow Leads to the Field Tygra Doubt not that great To morrow Be you but Just to day Run to her Bosom Oh run and take her to your pitying Mercy Myriads of Joys and thousand thousand Blisses King Battles and Arms Hark the Shrill Trump Tygranes The Alarm of Honour calls Tygra The Trump of Virtue King 'T is that that sounds to call thy wandring Heart To these abandon'd Arms. King The Scythian Tyrant And Clarismunda's Wrongs Tygr. The Scythian Sorceress Exit King forcing himself from them And lost Herminia's Wounds Queen Too cruell King Sure I am not the first unhappy Woman That wept for Broken Vows and faithless Man Yet sure the first that ever wept so soon So Young so early lost i th' very Morn Of Love for ever sett Put generous Prince So much I owe thee for this wondrous Goodness What kind Return can this vast Debt defray What I am too Poor I must beg Heav'n to pay Exit Tygr. Such charms and this unkind Return Ah King Had those dear Eyes but smiled on blest Tygranes How had I lov'd Oh Beauty in thy whole Divinity How narrow is thy Attribute of Mercy Thy Soveraign power of Life and Death so shackled That in a thousand Bleeding hearts before thee Thy kind repreiving smile can save but one Nay and that very single Mercy too Is often dealt with that unlucky Hand Made some ungratefull tastless Infidells prize Whilst perishing Truth stands by and starving dyes Exit Finis Actus Terâ—ij ACT. IV. SCENE I. Celestina and Rosalin Cel. TH' Embraces of a King Poor Satisfaction A Monarchs Darling but a Kingdoms Loathing All a dishonourd Blot the Worlds cheap Theme And common Tale of every grinning slave The Queen Ay she ev'n in her lowest sufferings Outshines my tallest Pride The peoples Love And th' universall pity of mankind Like perfum'd Sweets embalm her fragrant Fame But me their Hate and Scorn my very Sex Stand at a Bay all frighted at my Name And drive me like a hunted Fugitive From out the Herd of Life I cannot bear it Ros Dear Madam Cel. Oh thou lying Oracle where 's My promist Mountains all your Boasted Miracles No Flattring falshood tell thy Lord of Darkness There is no Faith in Hell Did'st thou not Promise False Prophetess that I should raign in Pleasure Ros If Soveraignty Dominion if to hold A King in Chains and Crowns in Vassalage be To raign in Pleasure she has perform'd that Promise Cel. A King my Slave poor narrow-bounded Throne Thin empty Bliss for in Possessing His I have lost the Hearts of all the World beside Nay what has all my mighty Conquest made me That little despicable Wretch a Harlot Oh the foul Blister Cankers and Diseases Is there that humblest of my cringing Flatterers That waits th' uprising of my morning Smile And pays me his All Hayl for the snatch'd blessing Even with those Lips that kiss the Earth I move on No sooner is his fawning Face turn'd from me But with a low reviling Eye puts forth His forked Tongue and hisses at my Shame Ros Why all this foolish Murmur Thus concern'd For that Course Vulgar Blast the Popular Breath Does your exalted Greatness want Their Love It is enough they fear you Fear the noblest Prerogative 't was Fear that first made Gods Cel. No Girle this Shallow Sophistry Ros Nay Madam Your Witches and your Propheycing Devils I 'm sure have done their Part. And if you have still A giddy roving uncontented Thought E'ne blame your own unsatisfyed desires If Womans vain Ambition covets more Then all Hell has to give 't is not Hells Fault but Womans Cel. But oh my Rosalin I cannot bear This publick Odium of the World and live Only the Mistress of his loose Desires His burning Kisses all but Sooty Fires That little Outly of his Love his Mistress Ros His Mistress Why wou'd you be his Queen Cel. His Queen Ay that 's A name indeed that Sacred Post of Honour Myriads of pleasures wait the hallow'd Brightness A Solid Heaven of Constellated Blisses Substantiall Power untainted Glory Then I should have Hearts as well as Knees to serve me Ros His Queen Why truly Madam since your Wishes Must soar so high I know no wondrous Stops That hold their Flight considering your Ascendant The Eyes you wear and the fond Heart you govern Cel. Ha Ros Were the Gordian Bar remov'd between you The golden Fruit would meet your reaching Hand And fairly bid you carve your own Desires Cel. The Gordian Bar remov'd and fairly carve My own Desires What Bar but poor Herminia That feeble Thred Thou dear inspiring Devil Oh what a mountain Thought of vast Ambition Comes pouring ore me like a rolling Deluge Ros Madam Young Mirvan the Queens favourite Evnuch Waits for Access as your petitioner Cel. Mirvan Admit him Enter Mirvan Mir. Madam amongst the universall Knees All bending to salute the rising Sun Might poor I dare t'implore one smiling Beam Cel. Push thy fair suit and try thy generous Fortune Mirv. Then Madam I 've a Brother and a Brother Not born like me to curse his riffled Cradle A Brother that writes Man and would write Man In Characters of Blood A Youth that dares As much as Courage can or Honour ought And tho' his praise suits not my Mouth to give Fair Truth her due he wears a Sword he thinks Too brave to rust a Boy that wou'd lead Men And therefore begs by me your gracious Interest For a Commission for him Cel. If thy Brother Sweet Boy but fights with half the Grace thou suest He might lead Armys Well kind Advocate He shall have a Commission and a Noble one Mirv. Thus low my Kneeling Gratitude Cel. Rise Mirvin This Boy well manag'd aside Rise my pretty Suppliant Thou look'st and talk'st so winningly there 's nothing I can deny to that petitioning Face Mirv. My Face 'T is well I have a Face to beg a Ladys favour aside Cel. Well gentle Boy such early Wit as Thine Tells me thou know'st the World How dost thou like The pleasures of a Court Mirv. How shou'd I like What I want pow'r to taste Cel. Nay fye my Boy Thou wrongst my Innocent meaning Mirv. Then
That ushering Squire to her amorous Errantry The Boy as Boys will talk the mighty Secret Alas too weighty for his tender strength Amongst his small Companions at their parting Dropt it behind him and the Tale thus handed Amongst my laughing Slaves it reacht my Ear. King So hot my Minion A follower of a Camp A Leaguer Devil Cel. Nay now you 're too unkind What has she done Remember Sir she brought you Youth and Beauty And scarcely tasted Love before she lost it And if poor Lady forsaken thus unkindly It takes some harmless freedom Is 't so great A Fault in our poor Sex to look abroad Only to borrow what we 've lost at home King My Brother too that Preaching Saint her Stallion Cel. Oh fie Sir such hard Words and such sad Names King Damnation This is Impudence enough To fire the Veins of Statues Had she plaid The private Wanton took her scapes in Covert In Groves or Shades But in the face of Day To run t' a Camp and publish my Dishonour Before Two hundred thousand Witnesses Like a trail'd Scent for the whole Hunting World To run me down a Monster Cel. Now the kind Gods defend your Sacred Peace Why all this Rage King Death At an Armies head The Din of War to tune her sporting Dalliance ' Larm'd to Lust and Trumpeted to Infamy Cel. Nay if I thought I should have rais'd this Storm King Now by the Fame of all my Royal Ancestors That sleep beneath the Dust or wake above the Stars If I show Mercy on 'em Cel. How Sir Mercy King Bring the returning Fiends but to my reach Not â—â—terceding Victory Crowns Laurels The Conquer'd Scythia nor Orontes Head Shall buy their forfeit Lives Cel. How Sir their Lives Oh Heavens what have I done King Madam forgive me one retiring Minute And think no common Fire my Bosom warms When it has pow'r to snatch me from these Arms. Exit Cel. Both both their Lives A hearty Promise King And I 'll take care thou shalt perform as heartily Yes through their Hearts my path to Empire lies Chalk'd out so plain my Devils must booty play If in so fair a Walk I miss my way Exeunt Scene A Camp Enter Herminia and Mirvan Mirv. Command the Chariot to attend Queen Where is 't thou lead'st me Boy Mirv. To a Cloyster Madam The silent Cell for your reposing Sorrows Queen But Boy is this my way Methinks I hear The sound of neighing Steeds and ecchoing Trumpets And view a spacious Plain before me cover'd With Tents and Standarts say my gentle Boy Where am I Mirv. In the Camp Queen Ha! In the Camp Mirv. The Persian Camp Queen Oh Boy What hast thou done Mirv. Nothing dear Madam only executed Your dread Commands Queen Mine Mirv. Since the Glorious choice Of your retiring Solitude a shrine Worthy so bright a Saint was Charge too weighty For my young Years I have conducted you This way that kind Tygranes Queen How Tygranes Mirv. Yes Madam that that generous Prince's care May be your Nobler Guide and kindly finish That Sacred Trust my weakness undeserves Queen Good Heaven The Prince Mirv. Madam I have sent for him Pardon th'officious Zeal of your poor Slave Queen Thou rash unthinking Boy Enter Tygranes Mirv. And see he 's here Tygr. Madam a pleasing but surprizing Message Told me that that all beauteous Excellence My Camp thus Honour'd with her Royal Presence Was pleas'd t' have some Commands for poor Tygranes Queen Commands Tygranes No that idle Boy That naughty thing Oh Prince I am all Confusion Tygr. Let not a faint desire check your fair Thoughts Nor doubt your Vassals Honours nor Obedience If there 's ought lodg'd within that Sacred Breast There needs no more than that dear Breath of Life To speak and to create Queen Alas Tygranes I know not what to say And yet my Silence Has such a guilty Look Forgive my Blushes And I will speak Oh Prince despairing Loves Tormenting Pangs have brought this wretched wanderer Stoll'n from a hated Court Tygr. How Madam Queen Stoll'n From all the Syrens Songs and Circes Bowls That from these Arms have stoll'n my dearest Lord. I have left th'uneasie Load of tarnish'd Diadems In some lone Cell to seek my Peace and Grave But this unlucky Guide this foolish Boy Mirv. My Royal Mistress too much Honour'd Confident But the important Charge too great my Zeal For her dear Service has surpriz'd her hither Only t'implore your kind assisting Hand Tygr. Madam in this rash Deed what have you done Queen Done Tygranes Left Infidelity Ingratitude False Oaths gay Sin and glitt'ring shame behind me Tygr. Yes left Shame to meet Shame Queen What says Tygranes Tygr. What all Mankind must say Oh Madam think Think what reflecting Names the censuring World Must give so frail a weakness Fled from Court Run poorly run Queen Yes with my wrongs Tygr. Wrongs Madam Are Wrongs so heavy as to out-weigh Honour Queen And is it that dishonourable Flight To quit the World to seek the Arms of Heaven Tygr. Heaven must be sought as Heaven prescribes our seeking Thou art a Wife Herminia and the Seal Of plighted Faith entail'd Obedience on thee Is this Commission'd Flight thy Lords Command Or ' cause he breaks his Vows must thou break thine Queen What 's this I hear Tygr. Wou'dst thou seek Heaven Herminia A noble Patience is thy Scale to mount it Is it a pain to live too near thy wrongs To see thy Lord run Faithless from thy Arms To an Adultress Bed Let thy wet Eyes Turn from his Shame and weep for his Conversion If he be False wait his return to Truth But if he ne'r return perform Thy part Finish thy lingring mourning Race of Martyrdom And ' win the Crown of Love Queen Oh Prince thou talk'st Tygr. As thou shouldst Act Herminia But this mean Ignoble Flight will blemish all thy Brightness Thy Fame thy Virtue thy Religion all stand frighted at the Thought Queen Kind Prince no more Tygr. Yes one thing more let my prevailing Pray'rs Recall thy wandring Reason and return thee To thy ungrateful Lord. Queen Enough dear Prince You 've wak'd my Shame and touch'd my Soul so near That I must follow where such Glory leads Tygr. Then instantly I 'll dispatch a kind Express T' excuse thy blushing Fault and smooth thy way Till then this Night accept a poor Pavilion Too mean a Palace But Respect and Reverence Shall make up what the humble Roof has wanting Queen Dispose me as you please Tygr. To Morrow's Sun decides the face of Scythia If Victory shall please t' attend my Chariot I 'll be my self thy proud returning Guard But if I fall with my last dying Breath To the surviving World I will bequeath thee A charge worthy the World protected Innocence Mirv. It goes on rarely Tyg Look up dear Madam Heav'n may still have Joys Reserved But if of all all hopes bereft Thy wrongs are all thy mournful portion left Shine through