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The unnatural mother the scene in the kingdom of Siam : as it is now acted at the new theatre in Lincolns-Inn-Fields, by His Majesty's servants / written by a young lady.
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Young lady.; Settle, Elkanah, 1648-1724. Distress'd innocence.
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presently did you not hear her invite you to her House come come there 's Hopes still dry up your Eyes we 'l take your Father and Mother and follow her Exeunt Enter Callapia distracted a Priest following her Prie. Will you not think on your unhappy state You cannot hope for Pardon in this World you know your Crimes deserve none repent e're 't is too late or you will be condemn'd to the infernal Dungeon where you must live in endless Torments ne'r to be releas'd Call I 'le tell you a Secret but be sure you tell no body of it Ceres will send her winged Dragons for me and bear me thro' the Air I 'le get into the Zodiac turn the Bear out of her Skin and creep into 't so close that they shall never find me ha ha ha how I shall laugh to look down and see 'em searching for me Prie. Sure she 's distracted I know not what to think of her Madam will you not think of your Condition Call Ha! thou art old Pechai I know thee now did I not poison thee Away away with that old worn-out Face I 'le send thee to Medea to be new boil'd and when thou art young again I will be fond of thee let her take pattern by Munzuffer be sure you be like him I will not love thee else Prie. I find it now her Guilt has turn'd her Brain there is no hopes to make a Mad-woman hear Reason she may perhaps have an outragious Fit and do me mischief offers to steal off she catches hold of him Call Wilt thou then leave me cruel Munzuffer I will not part with thee thus thus I 'le clasp thee to me holds him fast in her arms and keep thee from thy loved Bebbemeah Ha stand off Throws him from her thou art not that sweet lovely Youth foh foh how thou stink'st of Lechery Hush not a word 't is the Devil I know him by his cloven Foot and that sulphureous stink of Brimstone Softly softly he 'l hear thee else he has damnable quick Ears Hey ho my Head akes for want of sleep let me have some Musick How goes the time Father will it ne'er be Night Prie. I hope her Fit is over and she will have an interval of Sense it grows late Madam the Officers by this time wait for you repent and think whither you are going Call Did not I call for Musick but let it be such as will best suit the Discord of my Soul the Shrieks of the Damned the Cries of tortur'd Infants the Howlings of the Free born Wretch condemn'd to endless Slavery this is the Harmony will please my Ear. Hark! did you not hear the clattering of Chains Oh for Aeneas's Cloak to shroud me in Who art thou speak 't is poor Choufera I know her by her Wound takes hold of him Trust me it makes me weep poor Girl I 'le bath it with my Tears and fetch thee back to life Ha ha ha I 've thought of an excellent Expedient I 'le let out the old Priest's Blood and fill her empty Veins I warrant her after this transmutation she 'l never die to save her Chastity again Prie. She is relaps'd wou'd I were fairly rid of her offers to go Call Thou shalt not go we are to have a Feast which you must partake of Fie fie leave a Banquet where thou maist feast thy most luxurious Gut with choicest Dainties I 'le snatch the curling Snakes from Tiryphone's Head 't will make a most delicious Dish a Sallad too we 'l have of Aconite and Hellebore and drink in flowing Bowls instead of Nectar Blood what think'st thou of that I know it will down with thee season'd with a Gold Goblet Prithee tell me how do they fare in Hell Prie. Too soon I fear you 'l know most miserable Woman Call Cannot you tell d' ye say be gone and see stabs him be sure you bring me word falls and dies Prie. Oh! I am slain Call I charge you clear the way I do not love a Crowd tell 'em I 'm coming bid old Charon be ready with his Boat Ha! what 's this a Showre of Blood 't is old Pechai's where where shall I shelter 't wil drown me who 'd a thought he had so much in his old shrivel'd Body I 'm sick at Heart oh for a Cordial from the Lethean River to pass a dark Oblivion on all my forepast Life Enter Sennorat Munzuffer and Bebbemeah Who are these the infernal Judges Senn. Ha what means this a holy Father slain had you not Murder enough upon your guilty Soul but you must add a fresh one just as you 're going to give an Account in the other World of what you 've done already impious Sinner Call for the Officers and let her presently be executed each minute that she lives draws a new Crime upon her They all stand looking on the Body Call Hush hush she pulls Senn. away 't is Cerberus don't wake him he 'l give a triple bark will fright us back to Hell again Senn. What you would feign Distraction to save your Life that will not do Lady we too well know you Mistress of the Trade of Falshood and Deceit I brought these wrong'd Lovers that you may ask Forgiveness before you leave the World for the unheard-of Injuries you have done them Call Lovers say you O they are Orpheus and Euridice take take her and run away with her don't you look back and lose her again you have ventur'd hard for her but not so much as I have done for cruel unkind Munzuffer Ha! do you not see you blazing Comet it points just full at me Shoot shoot I fear you not you cannot pierce my Heart 't is hard as solid Adamantine Rocks and will rebound your Darts up to the Skies again Senn. Do not thus madly rave but tell me why you kill'd this holy Man What cou'd provoke you to such a cursed deed Call Look not on him 't is Medusa's Head 't wil turn thee into stone as hard as Munzuffer's stubborn Heart alwaies was to me Beb. Alas I pity her she 's mad indeed Munz. Reserve thy Pity for a nobler Cause she deserves it not from any Vexation and Despair has made her thus Senn. If she has lost her Senses she has not her wicked Inclinations there 's a fresh bleeding Instance of it points to the Priest Beb. I can't but have Compassion for the Mother of my dear Choufera Senn. And for the Murdress of thy Father Bebbemeah think of that Beb. That was indeed a hellish fact and ne'er to be forgiven Call Forgiveness say you is there then Mercy for me did you not talk of my Choufera O shew me where she is I see her she 's yonder fleeting in the milky way stay stay dear Child and take thy Mother with thee wonderful she 's dissolv'd into a Star and shines just in my Face I cannot bear the Lustre my Eye-balls ake with gazing let me repose them in eternal Night and lay me fast to sleep where I may never never wake again she lies down Senn. Yes you shall be laid to sleep but will be quickly rous'd by Pains will keep you ever waking Enter Officers Muto Metam Chavo and Sardea Met. Alack poor Gentlewoman she 's in a pitiful plight she 's upon the hard floor poor Soul Mut. Ai ai I warrant you 'd have no Woman die for poisoning her Husband 't is that you 'd all be at if you dar'd e'en let her be burnt I say she deserves it Senn. Do your Office and take her to the Stake secure her fast she either feigns a Lunacy or is so there lies a holy man just slain by her Call rising a little I 've thought upon 't that is old Radamanthus do but blot out the Murder of my Husband and the false imputation laid on Bebbemeah I 'le stand my Tryal for the rest Ha! 't is Cemat now I will be reveng'd on him indeed I 'le spoil his Evidence in Hell against me see see he steals away will you not stop him he 's gone and I will follow him he shall not ' scape my Vengeance so stabs her self Haste haste Callapia you 'l quickly overtake him 't is a broad Road and down Hill all the way Dies Senn. Unhappy Woman thou hast put a dreadful period to thy wickedness and draws Compassion from me tho' an Enemy to all thy Cruelties Now Bebbemeah I 'le resign the Charge your noble Father trusted me withal and thus I give it up gives her to Munzuffer Take her Munzuffer and beg the Gods to give thee Merit to deserve the richest Prize that ever happy Youth was blest with Munz. From the great Gods and you I thankfully receive the only Blessing which they have in store to make Munzuffer happy Risses her Hand So the joy'd Merchant who with Storms long tost Sees his dear Wealth and Hopes of Life all lost When unexpected the Heavens grow clear and smile And safely lands him after all his Toil At the long-wish'd for Haven Such Joys too weakly does my Bliss express No Thoughts or Words can reach my Happiness Exeunt omnes EPILOGUE Spoken by Mr. Bowen MY Faather is a Landed Man haz Acres of hiz own Pays scot and lot and Office bears beholden is to none Haz Cow and Kine haz Goats and Horse and Rupies too good store Which will be Chavo's all in time with many a good thing more Two Folds of Sheep an Herd of Boars the common size exceeding And zince from Holland came their size you need not doubt their breeding A flock of Geese of wisest Race came from Fingallian Highland Enough to plant a Colony in a West Indian Island Of Asses too as grave as Sancho's he up to War does train To car the English powder'd Beaux to make the next Campaign And something else shall nameless be Chavo has more than Purse If all will not your Favour win adz flesh you may do worse FINIS