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BRUTUS OF ALBA : OR , THE Enchanted Lovers . A TRAGEDY . Acted at the Duke's Theatre . Written by N. TATE .

Neque ut te miretur Turba , Labores . Hor.

Licensed Iuly 15. 1678. Roger L'Estrange . LONDON , Printed by E. F. for Iacob Tonson , at the Sign of the Iudge's Head in Chancery-Lane , near Fleet-street . 1678.

To the Right Honourable CHARLES Earl of DORSET and MIDDLESEX , AND One of the GENTLEMEN OF HIS Majestie 's Bed-Chamber . My Lord ,

THAT I am permitted to lay this TRAGEDY at your Lordship's Feet , transports me more then the greatest Success on the Stage could have done . I confess the Scenes are very imperfect , yet as First-fruits I hope they may prove a gratefull Offering . 'T is by your influence that Poetry flourishes in our Age ; and therefore no wonder if Poets throng to make you their Acknowledgements , and Dedicate their Labours at your Shrine . By the Excellencies of your Lordships Mind they form their best Heroes , and oblige the World with Characters of Men both Great and Courteous .

Whilst other Judges ( like Usurpers in Fame ) are jealous of every new Pretender to the Bays , and labour to Crush 'em in their first Appearance ; your Lordship as the lawfull Monarch of Wit , sits secure in your Native Right , assur'd that where-ever they gather their Lawrels , those on your Lordships Brow are Sacred and Inviolable . Such is the Accuracy of your Judgment in Poetry , so Correct your Performances when you condescend to Write , that the most perfect Authors must be gratefull for your Approbation : yet so vast is your Candour , as to afford Protection to the Essays of even my weak Fancy . But though I am the least of those that are blest with your Lordships Favour , yet I am above 'em all Happy in This , that I stand the greatest Instance of your Goodnesse .

Your Lordships Devoted Humble Servant , N. Tate .
PREFACE .

I Wou'd not have the Reader surpriz'd to find this Tragedy bear some Resemblance with the passages of the Fourth Book of the AEneids , for I had begun and finisht it under the Names of Dido and AEneas ; but was wrought by advice of some Friends , to Transform it to the Dress it now wears . They told me it wou'd appear Arrogant to attempt any Characters that had been written by the Incomparable Virgil ; and therefore ( though sensible enough of what I should lose by the Change ) I chose to suffer any Inconvenience rather then be guilty of a breach of Modesty . The Man of Wit is seldome a Friend to a young Writer ; but no such Mortal Foe to a New Authour as your Man of Noise : who is still the more to be fear'd the less he is able to judge : as 't is observ'd when a Criminal falls into the Hands of the Rabble , those are the most forward to worry him that least understand his Offence . Our loudest Critiques are generally Pleas'd or Displeas'd with what is least Material in a Play , or perhaps not so much as a Part of it ; for sometimes Five good Acts have not been able to make amends for One ill Dance . If the Sense of the Lines prove too close and weighty for their Tender Intellects , they hold themselves affronted , and the Poet must answer it at his Peril : but if he commit the Capital crime of inserting Learning into his Play , it were convenient that his Will were made , and some Brother of the Faculty immediately set to work on his Epitaph . Sir Formal got rid of the Silk-weavers with much Contusion , and Cinna in Julius Caesar , scap't with some Rubbs , and being hoist on a Cowl-staff ; but to be 〈◊〉 witted is the least that an Authour in the'foresaid case can expect . Invenias disjecti Membra Poetae . This one would think sufficient to reclaim 'em , but experience shews us that Poetry is such a stubborn sort of Fanaticism , as is never to be rooted out by Persecution .

PROLOGUE . Y 'ave met us in defiance of the Weather : How has our Magick Conjur'd ye together ? 'T was a New Play , there doubtless lay the Charm That drew to our forsaken Hive this Swarm . To sooth your Humour more what could we doe ? The Play to Night is New , the Poet too . He , though an early Trespasser in Rhime , Ne'r Climb'd the Stage before , and judg'd this Time For his first Venture safest , when the Road Was clear , the Pirate Wits disperst abroad : He hop't whilst you to th' Countrey were withdrawn , T' have found an easie Iury of the Town ; But is surpriz'd to see an awefull Pit Met to Arraign him by the Laws of Wit ; Laws ne'r perform'd by Mortal Writer yet . Witches and Spells the former Age believ'd , And as Authentick on the Stage receiv'd : Our Poet fears they 'l hardly pass with you , Who no Charms but in Beauty will allow ! Yet since such Lovers , Knaves , and Fools , have been Shewn on the Stage , as elsewhere ne'r were seen , Why shou'd his Hagg's forc't Characters appear ? 'Cause your nice Reason doubts if Witches are ! He with a trembling Hand their Jargons wrote The Entertainment of his Mid-night Thought : Meanwhile his Fancy , like a tender Bride , With th' Exercise lay Pleas'd and terrifi'd . With ease his Beldames Tempests Raise and Lay , But cou'd contrive no Spell to save the Play. Their Art keeps Fiends in awe , and makes 'em Civil , But Critiques spight of Fate will play the Devil .
The Persons . Prince of the Dardan Forces . His Son , A Youth . Favourite to the Prince . A Designing Lord , a Syracusian . Women . Her Confident . A Sorceress . Her Attendants . Two Ambassadours . Officers and Sailers . Messengers . Captain of the Queen's Guards .

SCENE Syracuse .

Brutus of Alba. A TRAGEDY .
ACT the First . The Curtain drawn , discovers the Queen , Amarante , Brutus , Soziman , and Attendants . Bru. WEe 'l sacrifice to the obliging Storm That lodg'd us on this Hospitable Coast ; O Realm belov'd of heaven , Glory of Nations , Whose Vertue vies with Mortals of first Ages , E're lust of power in open discord flam'd , And wak'd the slumbring World into Alarms . Qu. Whilst suffering worth and exil'd vertue find Reception here , what do we more then pay A debt by Nature's law from Nations due ? But Prince , you bring more then a common claim , Fame , worthy of your noble Ancestors There 's magick in his Language , Looks and Meen ! Aside . How has my hospitality betray'd me ! Permit me not just powers to perish by The goodness you enjoyn the impetuous passion Storms at my Heart but I shall stand the shock . Bru. Since the untimely fate of my Eudemia , Grief so congeal'd my Breast I thought no glance Aside . Cou'd thaw me , but I melt before those Eyes . Qu. His griefs like mists rise silent from his Breast , And settle in a Cloud upon his Brow. Confide Sir in the pow'rs that favour vertue , The remnant of your Fleet may yet be safe . Bru. I 'm scap't to shore , but my best Treasure 's lost , My Friend , the sharer of my heart and toyls ! When prest by rav'nous Death , devouring dangers , To him as to an Altar I repair'd For refuge as t'an Oracle for Counsel : His worth 's large story wou'd consume the day , Oh he engrost the vertues of mankind , Pious as Flamens , and for Martial deeds A greater strove not on the Phrygian Plains . Oft watchfull in his Tent he past the night , Projecting th' Enemies slaughter , while they slept Dreaming perhaps of Vict'ry . None better knew the well-rang'd Files to force , And clear a breach for rout and general ruine : Or if with too unequal pow'r opprest , How would he manage his reserves o' th' War ; His rallying Troops in firm Battalion fix , And shield the gasping Battle to the last ! His grov'ling Squadrons stiff with cooling gore His voice cou'd quicken , to renew the Fray , Forcing the greedy fates to wait , till they Had snatcht a Conquest but my zeal I find Grows talkative and rude your Pardon Madam . Qu. Proceed brave Prince , there 's musick i' th' relation . Your Friend lives fam'd whilest you survive t' avouch His wondrous worth in more surprizing streins . Bru. By your indulgence I 'le resume the theam , In which my fond soul is with pleasure lost . In Child-hood years with lisping Tongue I swore With this Asaracus eternal friendship , As my prophetick mind presag'd how much My future toyls would such a Partner need ; For when Youth 's Down first flowr'd upon my Cheek ( Whilst practising i' th' Chace the stubborn Bow ) I shot at Rovers , and by fatal chance My Royal Father slew , an exile then To Greece with my Asaracus I fled , Where having found remains o' th' Dardan Race By Grecian Tyranny opprest , we rag'd , Became their Chiefs , and led the ill-treated Tribe To th' Desart Hills , where sought by Pandrasus Forth from our Mount'nous holds we sallied down And chas'd his scattered Legion to the Cliffs , Where plunging in the deep they shun'd our fury . This my Asaracus perform'd . Next Morn ' the Tyrant terms of peace propos'd , Free passage from his Coasts , with all our pow'rs In Squadrons cull'd from the Eubaean Fleet ; With the first winde we sail'd , but having past The Sound forgive an interrupting tear , My dear Eudemia sickened dyed Qu. I 'm lost ! Aside . Vain as I was to tempt such charming sorrow . Bru. At Delos first we toucht , where with due rites We approach't the Orac'lous shrine , whilst from the Cave ( In sounds that shook the Fane ) the God pronounc'd To Albion , Brutus , bend thy naval course , Fate gives that seat of Empire ; mighty toils Attend thy way , and thou shalt be divorc't From what thou hold'st most dear that last dire Clause Boded the loss of my Asaracus . Thus Niggard Destiny by halves oblig'd me , Gave me dull Empire while it snatcht my friend . Enter an Attendant and speaks . Attend. Madam , the Ambassadors demand your audience , Imperious and impatient of delay . Qu. Admit ' em . Soz. These Warlikes Guests at length may prove our Lords , Aside . If no resenting Syracusian frame Some timely project to supplant their pow'r ; Each hour assaults me with a fresh temptation To take th'important task in hand , sure time Must usher my designs from their dark Cell Well form'd , and fair as Nature from the Chaos . Enter the Ambassadors . 1. Amb. From the Agrigentine Court we are arriv'd ; Our charge is short , but bears a weighty sense , Our King by us demands your Love or War. 2. Amb. The seasons both of Peace and Arms alike Conduce to swell his Glory , for he wears With equal grace his Olive Wreaths and Lawrel . 1. Amb. 'T is in your choice to rule him or obey , To mount or follow his Triumphant Carr , To wear his bands of Conquest or of Love , To ensure your own and share a greater Crown , Or fall from Empire tender'd and possest . Qu. Your servile flatteries have sure pufft up Your Monarch to a self-reputed God , He courts like Iove , with thunder in his hand : But let him draw our just War on his Head , 'T is odds wee 'l undeceive the flatter'd Mortal : Let him approach like Mars in ruffled Dress , His grisly Curls deform'd with dust and gore , Or like the Idean Youth with Locks perfum'd , Fragrant and chearfull as the rising Day , We bid defiance to his threats and charms ; I weigh not of a grain his love and rage , My leisure Theams of laughter and disdain . 1. Amb. Think how your infant Town defenceless lies , An easie plunder for the next Invader . Qu. Your storming threats are calm'd into advice ; Your caution ( though impertinent ) was kind ; But to the Gods and her own Citizens Leave Syracuse , she like the World's first Worthies Wars naked , as Alcides in his Cradle , When the Infant-God disarm'd the hissing foes , And chain'd the Captive snakes in their own Folds . 2. Amb. Your passion has had scope , and now we wait Your more considerate and final answer . Qu. To your Imperious Prince bear this reply , Bid him despair both of my Heart and Crown , Be th' God of War the Cupid , which he brings , Yet shall not Conquest his designs secure ; For should the chance of War leave me the loser I 'de fly to fate to shun his loath'd embrace , And in death's brazen holds make safe retreat . 1. Amb. Then for the last extreams of War prepare , Despair not to enjoy that death you covet . Exeunt Ambassad . Soz. I knew their Embassie brought Love or War ; With their hot Master I 'le divide the Queen ; Her Person be his prize , her Sceptre mine , His Lust of beauty and my lust of pow'r At once shall ryot on their several Quarries . Enter some of the Guards bringing in Locrinus . Locr. Keep distance slaves , who offers at my Sword Grasps certain death , your vile Hands shall not soil it , I will resign it , but the noblest way , And yield it with my Life an Offering here . Kneels , and lays it at the Queens feet . Qu. What means this bloudy Steel laid at my Feet ? Guard. Young Hylax Son to this old Lord , Lies slain i' th' Cloysters by this Princes hand . Soz. My Hylax slain ! and his bold murderer Come reeking in his gore to dare the Law ? But I with more assurance could not move The Gods for Justice , then the Queen I serve ! I 'le use no Rhetorick , no Invectives seek Kneels . To aggravate my wrongs ; All , all I crave Is that the Queen would view that Bloud , these Tears ! Bru. True , he 's my Son , the fruit of my first Love , Joy of Eudemia's Life , her dying care , Our Countries hopes , and sole heir of my War , Yet for his breach of hospitality I yield him up to Law. Qu. Disastrous chance ! Speak Prince , how kill'd you Hylax ? Locr. With my sword . Qu. The occasion of the fray ? Locr. Warm in debate He struck me , then before I cou'd return The blow , he drew , I drew , he thrust , I thrust , And like a Trojan pass'd him through the heart . Qu. To his own rashness then impute his Fate . To doom the Princes death for self-defence Wou'd be to murder with the sword of Justice . But to convince you of the strong regard To Soziman . Which our deserving Subjects find with us , We to your care our Cittadel commit , Full Successor to our late General 's Honours . Soz. I blush and bow beneath the mighty grace ! Now my designs take life , I 'm now empow'rd Aside . To do my self that justice she refus'd . To my ambition too 't will give pretence , Make it approv'd , as gen'rous brave revenge That else had been detested Treason stil'd . Thus specious forms give foulest crimes applause . Exit . Enter Asaracus attended by Sailers . Bru. Asaracus my griefs convert to rapture ! Support me or the Ecstasie will kill me . Asar . Your Squadron's safe arriv'd the shore , and I To my Lords sacred breast . Bru. There shalt thou grow , Nor will I more be wrackt with fears to lose thee ; Go kneel unto this hospitable Queen , And take her blessing thankfully as Heavens . Presents him to the Queen , and then speaks aside . A secret fear springs up to damp my joy , And checks my transport for my friends arrival . The cause too obvious is , I love this Queen ; And the soft Cupid at his presence shrinks : He never will be won t'endulge my passion ! Yet why shou'd he be Judge of what I suffer ? He 's stern , and never felt a pang of Love , Can gaze unhurt on beautie 's fullest blaze , That blinds my weaker sight and makes me stray ! But these are dreams , I 'le rowze and shake 'em off . Lucr. O Tutor great in Arms , the Gods can tell To Asar . How oft your Martial precepts I revolv'd , How punctual to each Mornings Exercise ; But oh ! when I conceiv'd you lost , it dampt The glory I presag'd i' th' Albian War To think you liv'd not witness of my Fame , To see me copy out your Rules in Bloud , When I no more should hear you tell of Battels , Nor take new flames from your applause , nor in Your Arms be claspt , and call'd your Royal Charge . Bru. Once more let my embraces lock thee fast , And chain my dearest blessing to my heart . Teach me to make thy merit some return , I wou'd not die ungratefull take my glories , The Scepter from my Hand , or Lawrel from my Brow. Asa. That were a sacriledge ! as soon I 'le wrest The Thund'rers lifted bolts , your Souldier knows No greater blessing then laid prostrate thus , To kiss those Feet that with sure speed have trod The loftiest tracks of Glory . Bru. Rise my Friend , And briefly tell the accidents befell thee , Since we were scatter'd on the Ionian Floud . Asa. When by the Tempest from the Squadrons snatcht , We pass'd the Harpyan Strophades to gain Zacynthus Port , where having come t' a Road The Surges topt us , and a Northern gust From th' head Lands faln to Leeward drove us out ; Thus without Sun twelve times twelve hours we hull'd , Till the Ledaean Twins in Lambent flames Pearcht on our Shrowds , whilst we the Omen blest , And with warm Entrails ( their Lov'd sacrifice ) Appeas'd the fretted Waves ; with the next Light Pachynus promontories we descry'd , Where landing near the point , We kneel'd and jointly Hail'd th'auspicious Shore . Thence Coasting the vast Cliffs , Elorus Bay We gain'd , where certified of your arrival , Our clamours shook the Rocky Theatre . Rouz'd Tritons from the Floud breast high appear'd , Gaz'd wondring round , and to the deep retir'd . Bru. Our self will thither instantly repair , To cheer the dear Companions of our voyage , And bless the Gods as loud as the Storm rag'd . Exit Brutus , Asaracus , cum suis. Qu. All but my Amarante be withdrawn Come near ; this distance is unkind , we are Not Queen and Subject now , but Friend and Friend . Thou hast my heart and ne'er deceiv'st my ear ; Tell me the present rumours of the State , And how our Syracusians stand affected To our reception of this Royal stranger ? Am. Content smiles on each Syracusian's Brow , Who for the safety of our Widdow'd Realm Wait your Espousals with your Royal Guest , To wed your Persons and your States together ; For this the suppliant Crowd to th' Altars throng , Where with religious violence and joint prayers They storm and press the Heavens into compliance . Qu. Their prayers are impious and their zeal rebellion ; But thou more impious to approve their wishes ; Thou to seduce me to a second Love , Thou that art conscious to my midnight vows Of constancy to my departed Lord , Whose Genius I with nightly worship meet , Crown his dear Urn , and at his Tomb keep State , Whilst hallow'd Nymphs successively attend , And through the Cell eternal Tapers shine . Am. I told ( at your command ) your peoples wishes , But were my private choice approv'd , the Queen Should hold her Syracusian State intire , Not blend it with the strangers broken fortunes , But banish from the Court the dangerous guests To seek their promis'd Empire through the Main . Qu. This is a worse extream ! rather then cruel Be false , 't is in our tender Sex a crime More natural yet were thy Nature savage , My soft example might at least have wrought Some change , a tame bred Tygress will forget Her fierceness , and domestick mildness take . Am. Yet whilst you charge me with a Tygress Heart , Grant me at least to have a Woman's Eyes ! Qu. Ha weepst thou tender Maid ! this gentle Show'r Has laid the Storm that would have wreckt my quiet . Excuse the ravings of my feav'rish mind , If I am difficult and wayward grown , Impute my frowardness to my Disease ! Support me dear Companion on thy Breast , Those Pillows yield me ease in every pain . The restless Secret in my Bosome strives , But when 't is toil'd with beating in the Cage , It will grow tame and sleep . Am. For what offence Am I abridg'd the dear and wonted freedom To share your cares ? To Fav'rites more esteem'd Your smiles and happier hours you may dispense , But to your griefs I claim the first access ; My friendship early sought that priviledge , Obtain'd the grace and nought beyond aspir'd . Qu. Oh Amarante guardian of my Breast , Heaven so indulge my hopes as well I know Thy truth , thy wondrous truth , and prize it dear ! So oft ( beyond the suff'rance even of Friendship ) I 've pierc't thee with complaints of my hard fate , Wounded thy tender Soul with tales of sorrow , As none but Amarante wou'd bear with me ; Yet ( now I should discharge thee from thy toil ) Impose a new and heavier task of grief , To mourn with my unhappiness of folly , I am grown frail and love Ama. What you are pleas'd Thus darkly to deliver , were in me Presumption to expound . Qu. Ah kind dissembler , Rather then chide , thou wilt not seem to know My frailty , but thy troubled Blushes give That just Reproof this partial Tongue withholds ! I know thou wouldst be shockt with the relation , But now I 've told my grief I am at ease . I wanted but thy aid to check my fears , And crush the danger e're 'thas strength to wound . This tender Cupid in his Cradle dies , Nor shall he move me with his smiles or cries : From 's infant Hand I 'le wrest the poison'd Dart , And stab the little Tyrant to the Heart . Exeunt . Finis Actus Primi .
ACT II. SCENE The Palace . Enter Soziman with the Ambassadors . Soz. MY Lords , presume not of an easy Conquest , Corrupted States lull'd in security , When with Alarms into confusion rouz'd , Are sackt with ease in their disorder'd fright ; Not so our Syracuse that nightly watches And ever wakes to danger . 1. Amb. Let her wake . When we assault wee 'd find her on her Guard. Soz. Beside , the Prince's Pow'rs assist her now , Troops fed by Rapine , and whose Trade is War. Masters of Arms th' uncertain Fray decline , And foil by Stratagem a pow'rfull Foe . Suppose I point your Prince a bloudless Path To his designs , and without danger , lodge Th' impatient Youth in this coy Queen's embrace ? 2. Amb. Think not old Syracusian that we doat Like thee , to credit a protesting Foe . Soz. My Lords , to give you a resistless proof That I am serious , know , 't is interest . Self-interest and revenge are the sure Springs That drive my Wheel , and give my Projects motion : I am abus'd into Disloyalty , And like a Torrent from my channel forc't Where peacefully I roll'd , will now bear down And lay all waste where my diverted Current falls . 1. Amb. Say then what method will you chuse t' effect Your glorious Crime ? Soz. A method safe and speedy , The Cittadel is in my pow'r , and that Commands the Town below ; if then your Prince Conspire with my design , let him convey A trusty Legion hither , which by Night I will admit into the Palace , where The Queen may be surpriz'd . 2. Amb. 'T is well design'd , And we stand Sureties for our King. Soz. But stay , Our Terms of Compact be agreed on first ; None are unjust or just but for Reward : I 'll sell my vertue , but I 'll rate it dear , I will possess the Crown which I betray , When I renounce my Loyalty I 'le Reign . 1. Amb. Yours be the Sceptre then , provided you Submit to hold it of our King. Soz. Agreed . Thus kneel we then t' invoke the conscious Pow'rs , And with our clashing Swords the Contract bind . Now that keen Steel be sheath'd i' th' Owners Breast That starts from his giv'n Promise . Both Amb. We have Sworn . Ex. the Ambassadors . Soz. Thus far I drive not but am driven , and glide On a smooth Current into glorious Ills. The Court are bound to Morrow for the Chase , Old as I am I will be first in Field , There to consult the Sorc'ress at her Cave , To my dark Plots her darker Counsels join . The rig'rous Amarante may receive My Suit , when in Imperial Robes I woo . Fortune sets me at once Love and a Crown , And boldly I resolve to throw at both . Exit . Enter Asaracus musing . Asa. She 's Fair ! all Beauteous but what 's that to me ? Nature seems curious to have made her Charms Excell ; but why should that disturb my Quiet ? 'T is mean ! I 'le not endure 't ! my warlike Heart Become at last a wanton Cupid's Toy ! He curls about me , but I 'le tear his Hold , I 'le bear the soft Enchanter to the Camp , And scare him with Alarms : hee 'l quit me then . Enter Amarante . The Charming Foe appears ; I 'le bear up roughly , And make a bold Reprizal of my Heart Stay Madam , I have business of Importance , A Secret to impart . Ama. To me Sir ? Asa. Yes . 'T is a Discovery I have lately made , ( A truth that ne'er cou'd gain with me till now ) That Lovers Hearts will ake ! Ama. And call you this Discovery ? Asa. A most surprizing one to me , I thought Their Smart and Pangs were meer Imaginations , They sigh'd , and wept , and swore , and rav'd of Wounds Invisible ; I prais'd the Mimick Craft , With wonder saw the pale Youth's trembling Visit : The tend'rest , gentlest Creatures Nature frames ! But I am now seiz'd with the Frenzy too ; And charge you with my suff'rings ; you have wrong'd me , Possest me with a fond and foolish Pain Which I despise ; Yet trust me , 't is uneasie ! Ama. How various are his Forms ! this Protean Love Sighs with the Silent , with the Frolick smiles , Weeps with the Soft , and in the Souldier storms . The Wrongs you accuse me of , I nor design'd Nor knew , if you are serious , charge not me With what I cou'd not help . Asa. By Mars nor I. But if my folly shou'd grow troublesome , As you are mercifull indulge it not , It will divert me from pursuit of Glory ; Whate're my fawning Passion may pretend Believe it not , for I was never form'd For Love , but bred i' th' Camp , rockt in a Shield , And cannot take the softness Beauty craves ; Want all the little Arts to please the Fair. Ama. I am at once provokt to Smile and Rage . Asa. I do not think I shall again offend you With Talk of my rough-cast unpolisht Love , But if I shou'd Oh to my Fame be just , Disdain my Suit and frown me into silence . Ama. Despair not of so cheap a Charity . You 'l find me Sir , reserv'd as you cou'd wish . Asa. I thank thee now I grow my self again ; The peevish Pain has rag'd it self asleep To wake no more : 't was a tormenting Fit. Ama. His surly Passion bears so odd a Grace , It charms me more then all the smiling Loves ; But I am sworn impartial Foe to all . Exit . Enter Brutus with Soziman . Soz. My Lord , the Queen invites you to the Chase I' th' Morn ' . Bru. Wee 'l wait her Majesty to the Field . Exit Soziman . Asa. To th' Chase ? I like it not ; I have seen nothing That shakes my temper more then that old Lord ; Mischief and Destiny low'r on his Brow. Bru. O my Asaracus , how much I fear'd On what the Delian God presag'd , that I Shou'd be divorc't from what I held most Dear , The hasty Fates had cruelly perform'd In snatching thee ye Pow'rs secure my Friend , And from your promis'd Empire be absolv'd . Asa. Perish a Legion nobler Lives then mine , E're Brutus be from th' Albian Isle diverted ; Your rich Loins hold an endless Race of Kings , Fair Albion of their Reign th' Eternal Seat , Albion , that in the Flouds erects her Cliffs Sits Queen o' th' Seas , whilst the aw'd Nations round At distance wait , and in their mutual Jarrs From this great Arbitress take Law ; their States She poizes , and to Each deals equal Power . Bru. Thou speak'st my Friend as thou wert still at Delos One of th' Orac'lous Tribe , whilst hallow'd Wine Had steept thy Breast for the Inspiring God. Asa. Alcander in the late Storm was Embarqu't With me , you know him by Descent inclin'd To Prophecie , and like his Sire Inspir'd : O' th' suddain I observ'd him knit his Brow , Look wild , start , laugh , and grow compos'd again . Then prostrate fall'n lay breathless , till anon The Rapture flusht him , and his Dancing Bloud Glow'd through his Veins : thus wrapt , in wond'rous Stile The Fates of future Ages he Divin'd , Prodigious Glories that i' th' Albian Isle Wait noble Brutus and his Progeny : The Conscious Storm with rev'rend Silence heard The Prophet speak , and then resum'd its Fury . Bru. Thou fir'st my Soul , mak'st Glory dart upon me So fierce , I must have Respite or expire . At leisure I will hear of this at large , The Queen approaches now , this Passage leads T' Argaces Cell , where nightly she repairs , There to Devotion she converts her Love , And treats her dead Lords Genius like a God , With fragrant Flow'rs and Gumms then Flow'rs more sweet Perfumes his Vault , believes him there invisible And pleas'd with her Officious Piety . Asa. It shews her strange Regard to the Diseas'd . Bru. Regard ! Asaracus , call 't not Regard , 'T is Superstition , Fondness , Zeal misguided , And pity 't is but she were undeceiv'd . Asa. But why my Lord shou'd her mistake offend Your Quiet ? Bru. Ha! whilst I accuse her weakness Aside . How has my foolish Heart betray'd its own ! 'T is true , it was in me a wild Concern . No more good Rest my Friend . Asa. Permit me wait you in . Bru. I wou'd be private . Ex. Severally . The Scene opening discovers Argaces Tomb deckt with Armory and Wreaths of Lawrel ; a Priestess clad in White , at each Corner , they round the Tomb scattering Flowers and singing the following Stanza's . The Queen kneels at some distance . I. Sleep ye great Manes of the Dead , Whilst our Solemn Round we Tread , Whilst at our Cell as at a Shrine , We nightly wait with Rites Divine ; Whilst to adorn the Tomb we bring The earliest Glories of the Spring , And Sweetest Softest Anthems Sing ; The Floor with hallow'd Drops Bedewing , And all around fresh Roses Strewing . II. Ye Guardian Powers that here resort , For ever make this Cell your Court ; If devoutest Pray'rs invite ye , Or Sabaean Gumms delight ye , Then make this Sacred Vrn your Care , And nightly to this Cell repair , To Feast on Frankincense and Pray'r . Around we goe the Floor bedewing , Violets , Pinks , and Roses Strewing . After the Song all retire but the Queen . Qu. Hail , ever hail , ye sacred dear Remains Of my Argaces ! Hail my first last Lord ! Accept thy Widow'd Queen's Religious Sorrow ; Her restless Love pursues thee to thy Grave , Nor glow'd more vig'rous in the genial Bed. Rises after a Pause . What sudden Damp congeals my streaming Language ? My stubborn Tongue refuses to perform Its practis'd Task ! my Rebell Eyes withhold Their wonted Tribute This new Flame , This feav'rish Flame has drunk up all my Tears ! Whilst my Argaces Genius I Invoke , His Rival's Image on my Thought intrudes , And from his Seat the rightfull Owner drives . Enter Brutus . Prince Brutus ? or Argaces in his Shape To tempt my Constancy ? Heav'n ! 't is the Prince ! As at th' appearance of an Angel , I Am Terrifi'd and Pleas'd ! My Lord , this Visit ( Not to impeach you of a Rudeness ) is Unseas'nable at best and indiscreet . Bru. My Indiscretion justly you impeach , But who was e're a Lover and Discreet ? Give me my Ease again , my settled Mind , And I 'le again grow formally Discreet . Speak fair Tormenter , when will you remit My burning Pain ? not one cheap Sigh or Tear To cool or quench me ? Qu. Wave this wild Discourse , It strikes like Blasphemy a terrour through me . Why heaves my Heart ? I know my Vertue 's strong , Yet dare not trust the Magick of his Tongue ; 'T is Sweet , but Fatal as a Syren's Song . Bru. Or if you are resolv'd on my Destruction , Temper at least Reluctance with your Justice , And seem not to take pleasure in my Ruine . I wou'd not die with an accusing Thought Of you , but Bless you while you give me Death ! Qu. Ah! how the soft Temptation steals upon me ! Aside . But I 'le not dally with the Smiling Danger , Nor sport with Fire Retire my Lord As you regard a Queen's unspotted Honour . Bru. I , like a Miser's Ghost , all the day long Confin'd to Flames , and having made by stealth A Mid-night Visit to my Treasure , am From the dear Wealth untimely summon'd off To howl Disconsolate in Flames again . Qu. Yet have the wretched comfort of the Damn'd , Companions of your Woe . Bru. Has then a spark of Love Toucht that dear Breast ? ah lest the Snow that 's there Starve the weak kindling Fire . Qu. I rave , I rave ! And in my Phrensie had almost disclos'd The dearest Secret of my Soul be gone Or by that Sacred Tomb Bru. I goe , and for a parting Lover Make wondrous haste , howe're you think me slow ! Oh wing'd with Hope I enter'd , but return Stript of my Plumes , and cumber'd with Despair . Qu. Replying still ? Ingratefull Prince farewell . Bru. Stay Queen ! Whirlwind and Thunder snatch me hence E're I commit so dire a Crime As t' interrupt your pious Rites ; Yet think not my Approach Rude or Prophane , Ev'n at the Shrines of Gods we are allow'd To tell our Griefs , and I design no more ! I crave no more then Piety may grant , One tender Look , a pitying parting Sigh ! 'T is all my banisht Soul has to sustain her 'Till I 'm restor'd to those dear Eyes again ! Qu. What can I give , when Charity to you Is perjury to my deceas'd Argaces ? Who never will remit the Right I gave , But hoards my Vows like Treasure in his Tomb. Bru. Vows to the Dead are cancel'd when they 're giv'n , And with the Breath that form'd 'em blown away . My Vows to my Eudemia equal yours , Nor will her peacefull happy Shade reproach me , That I from you seek Bliss she cannot give ! Ghost of Agaces rises on the one side of the Tomb , Ghost of Eudemia on the other . Qu. Defend me Prince ! Bru. Eudemia whom I nam'd ! Qu. And my Argaces Image ! Bru. Argaces Ghost ? a Rival from the Dead ? Journeys ill destiny this way to Night , And thou its Harbinger ? Speak awefull Shade ! What magick bringst thou from the nether World , To chill my boyling Bloud and freeze my Spirits ? Injurious Spectre , when did I invade Thy World that thou should'st come to Forrage here ? Avaunt , Descend , and to the Greeks below Boast if thou wilt that thou made'st Brutus Shake. Ghosts descend . Qu. Warn'd from the Fates let us Converse no more , Nor run with open Eyes upon our Ruine ! Alas , how fatal must our Hymen be , When the Dead rise our Nuptials to forbid ? Exit . Bru. Falsly your Fears interpret their Design ! The Ghosts appear'd to give us their Consent ! What false illusions am I forc't to frame ! What will not Love-rackt Minds pretend , to gain A Minutes respite from their tort'ring Pain ! Exit . Finis Actus Secundi .
ACT III. SCENE A Desart . At some distance a Fountain with the Statue of Diana . Enter Soziman Solus . Soz. THis is the dreadfull Sorceresse's Cave , Where sullen Fiends , Hell's Male-contents conspire , Whilst at the ghastly Board the Hag presides , Weighs their Debates and sways the dark Cabal . Ho Ragusa ! dread Prophetess appear : Assist an Heart that labours with vast mischief , And with thy Spells secure the fatal Birth . Enter Ragusa . Rag. Who interrupts when I 'm at work for Hell ? Whos'e'rethou art , I hate the Light and Thee . Ha! Soziman ? thou art a hopefull Son , A working Head , industrious for Perdition . Soz. Instruct this feeble Arm to shake a Throne , And snatch a Crown . Rag. Let it be steept in Bloud ! 'T was my initiating Ceremony To my dire Art , I was install'd with Slaughter , Nor cou'd I raise me to my airy Rounds , 'Till I had bath'd my Limbs in Infants Gore . A Horn winded at distance . Soz. Heark , the Game 's rouz'd . Rag. So merry ! Well , 't is odds I marr your sport . By Contract , Son , I hate all humane kind , But envy most the prosperous and great ; Thou art devoted to the Queen's destruction , And so am I ; this day begins her Ruine . Take that . Gives him a little Viol. Soz. Th' intent ? Rag. 'T is the Queen's Bane . Thou know'st the Custome when the sports are done The Court repairs to the Diana Fountain , To worship there the Goddess of the Woods , And drink of the cool Stream ; the Queen drinks first , Mark me , Prince Brutus and the Queen drink first , Into their Bowl see thou convey that Philtre , It fires the Chastest Breasts with loose Desires . Soz. Speak on , for now thy voice grows full of Fate . Rag. When they have drunk , an entertainment follows , Then when the Philtre has for dalliance flush't 'em , I will by Magick pour a Tempest down , Hail , Rain and Fire , th' ingredients of the Storm ; Scatt'ring the Company to th' Caves for Shelter . At the same Cell the Prince and Queen shall hide , Where she forgetfull shall resign her Honour . Soz. Ha! ha ! I shall be doubly mischievous , At once a Traitour to her Crown and Vertue . But I to Vertue am a foe profest , And sworn to storm her in her strongest Holds . Rag. Since mischief is ingrafted to thy Nature , I 'le teach thee all the Arts of doing ill ; The surest Spells to work distorting Pains , T'enfeeble Loves , and breed eternal jarrs , To blast the hopes of the laborious Swain , And sink returning Sailers in the Bay , To poison Flouds , infect the Air , lay waste Whole Empires : This I 'le teach thee , and to thee I will bequeath my Goblins when I die . Exit . Soz. Farewell , methinks my Road to greatness now Is grown so plain , I may discharge my Guide . This for the Queen ; and may the Dose prove strong . I shou'd have learnt from her the readiest way To hasten the removal of this Prince From Syracuse , his Pow'rs may check my Plot With the Ambassadours I have bethought me ; His Friend Asaracus is bent on Conquests And Crowns in Albion whither they are bound ; I 'le serve my ends of his rough Martial Vertue . He comes this way , as I presume , forsaking The Chase in discontent , if he discharge His Followers , I 'le attaque him . Enter Asaracus followed by two Officers of the Prince's . 1. Off. Nay , good my Lord withdraw not from the Chase , You 'l disoblige the Queen and Court. Asa. Away . 'T is a divertisement I ne're affected , My Youth sought rougher Labours , and was taught To lay a Stratagem , not set a Ginn . 2. Off. Some deep resentment grudges in his Breast . Asa. That e're our Nations Glory shou'd have reacht These distant Lands , and we our selves arrive To contradict the Story of our Fame ! Unworthy of our noble Ancestors , Unworthy of our former Selves . 1. Off. My Lord , Some respite to our Labours must be given . Asa. Dull restive Soul ! 't is this degenerate sloth Holds our faln State in its sad Ruins still ; Had we been Active , follow'd leading Fate , Our Standards in mid Albion we had fixt , Founded th' eternal Monarchy e're now . But I divert ye from your Exercise . Return , goe Sirs , and help to fill the Cry : I have Affairs of weight to think upon , And seek advantage from this solitude . Ex. Officers . Soz. O he is just i' th' Tune I wish't to find him . Asa. Not all my Labours of the Seas and Field Brought half the Terrour of my present Task ! To tempt the Fury of my Prince and Friend , To rowze him from his ecstasie of Love , Is the severest Trial of my Duty ; But I must trace my Loyalty through all Its roughest Paths Ha! Lord Soziman ! What has withdrawn your Lordship from the Chase ? Soz. 'T is long since I of Pastimes lost the relish , The publick care preys hourly on my Breast ; More anxious Fears sting not fond Parents Hearts At mid-night musing on the various chances May snatch their Off-spring , then ag'd Statesmen feel For States which their indulgent care has nurst , How much they dread lest mischiefs from abroad , Shou'd crush 'em in their helpless tender years , And when grown up to strength lest Riot drown ' em . Asa. Your publick Trust is large , and this concern Is worthy of your Dignity and Years . Soz. 'T was rude to press upon your Privacy , But needfull 't was for me to find you private ; I have Proposals of much weight to offer , The blest Result of my long lab'ring Thought . Asa. To honest Motions I ne're shut my Ear. Soz. Know then the circumstances of our State And yours , seem to invite a speedy Union , For both lie now expos'd to Foreign Pow'rs , But join'd , can frame a Realm invincible , Of strength to awe the neighb'ring Nations round , To th'outmost Isles and distant Poles give Law. Asa. At last his hov'ring policy is pitch't , Aside . And come about to th' Perch where it design'd To fix , though to beguile me it flew wide . Soz. The Nuptials of your Prince and our fair Queen Will finish this design , you may perceive Your gen'rous Master of himself inclin'd , And will with secret Transport be advis'd ( By you who rule his Breast ) to prosecute I' th' publick Name , what is his private choice . Asa. Nay then 't is time to rowze him from his Dream Aside . They 've found his weakness and wou'd practise on 't , But they shall find he had a Friend that wak't To guard his Glory when 't was slumber-charm'd Sly Lord , how is your Wisedom now o'reseen ? You know me Rash , and shou'd believe me Honest , And yet have dar'd t' engage me in a Task That 's neither feazible nor just ; Think on your pious Queen's vow'd Constancy To her departed Lord , and then be mute . Soz. The Rudeness were too gross and past all Pardon T' engage you in unfeazible designs , But to encourage your Endeavours , know That ' midst her pious Vows she languishes With a resistless Passion for the Prince , Of which perhaps he is not Ignorant . Asa. Hell ! if he once discover her Affection He 's lost for ever but I 'le force him hence E're the soft charm prevail too far upon him . Dull Politician , thou hast spun thy Snare Too gross to catch ev'n cred'lous Honesty ! Yes , I will use my Int'rest with the Prince . Perswade , prevail , but counter to your Projects . Exit . Soz. Rash Warrier goe , and in mistake perform This poor dull Politician's work : ha ! ha ! All pufft with fond conceit of a Discov'ry , He 's gone off pleas'd ! Just such a stock of Brain as Heroes need , Meer Engines of the State in times of danger By skilfull Artists play'd : But when War's Flame is quench't , again laid by . Exit . Enter Ragusa with four Women , Attendants , A Horn sounded at a distance . Rag. Heark , the Stagg's faln , and now the Court comes on To th' Fountain to perform the Sylvan Rites ; 'T is time we were preparing for the Storm . Heed me ye Daughters of the Mystick Art , Look that it be no common Hurricane , But such as rend the Caspian Cliffs , and from Th' Hyrcanian Hills sweep Cedars , Roots , and all . Speak , goes all right ? or have ye ought observ'd Odd and ill-boding ? for last night me thought The Moon chang'd colour , and her Horns grew blunt : Boötes Wain o'return'd and lost a Wheel , The Pummel-Star fell from Orion's sword . Speak Lamiae ! All Wo. Uh , uh , uh , uh ! Rag. D' ye start ? I 'le charm ye Marble but I 'le fix ye . Pronounce , and while ye speak , breath Blasts and Mildews . 1. Wo. The Cricket leaves our Cave , and chirps no more . 2. Wo. I stuck a Ram but cou'd not stain my Steel . 3. Wo. His Fat consum'd i' th' Fire and never smoak't . 4. Wo. I found this Morn ' upon our furnace Wall Mysterious words wrought by a slimy Snail , Whose Night-walk Fate had guided in that Form ; Th' imperfect syllables our Ruine speak . Rag. Call up my Spirit Daran to expound . 1. Wo. Daran's in hold , poor Daran's pris'ner ta'ne , In Scylla's Rock ten fathom deep he groans , With such dire Magick bound , such potent spells , I fear he 'l never be at large again . Rag. Beshrew the Beldame ! this was Magra's mischief , I 'll rive the Rock to th' Roots to set him free , And then on Lightning ride to fire her Cell . By all the dismal secrets of my Cave I will not leave her Pow'r for pettiest mischiefs ; No not so much as to breed Must in Fodder , And make the stall'd Oxe pine at the full Crib , Not to raise Blanes on Tongues that flout and curse her , Or silence in her Night-walks barking Currs . 2. Wo. Thou' rt Queen of Mysteries , great Ragusa , How hast thou stemm'd th' Abyss of our black Science ? Trac't dodging Nature through her blind Scape-Roads , In her dark Mansions seis'd her , stript her Veil , And brought her nak'd and trembling to the Light ? Rag. Now to our Task , and for encouragement , Remember that the Tempest we now raise Will be attended with a mighty Ruine , The Queen's Perdition , think on that , my Gorgons : From this malignant hour her better Stars Their influence shall withhold , her Guardian Genius Neglect and leave her a devoted Prey . 2. Wo. Fate so decrees , I search't th' eternal Scrowl , Read smiling the Contents of her black Doom . Rag. Stand off , and crouching Mystick Postures make , Gnawing your rivell'd Knuckles 'till they Bleed , Whilst I fall prostrate to consult my Art , And mutter Sounds too sacred for your Ear. Falls flat on her Face , as she lies two deformed Spirits descend , and whisper in each Ear. The storm 's on wing , comes poud'ring from the Nore , Rising . 'Thas past the Alps already , and whirls forward To th' Appenine , whose rifled Snow is swept To th' Vales beneath , while Cotts and Folds lie buried . Once more come round me and attend my counsel . When we have serv'd our ends of Soziman ( Who by our aid pursues the Queen's destruction ) Wee 'l ruine him . 3. Wo. Be that my task . Rag. It shall . Thou Myrza tak'st to night an airy march To th' Pontick Shore for Druggs , and for more speed On my own Maple Crutch thou shalt be mounted , Which bridled , turns to a Steed so manageable That thou may'st rein him with a Spider's thread . 4. Wo. And how if I o're-take a Barque i' th' way ? Rag. Then if aloft thou go'st , to Tinder scorch The Fanns ; but if thou tak'st a lower Cutt , Then snatch the Whip-staff from the Steers-man's Hand , And sowce him in the Foam . 4. Wo. He shall be drench't . But see the Court are ' lighted from their Coursers , And walk this way . Rag. Scudd Burrough in your Caves . All vanish . Enter Brutus , Queen and the rest , as from the Chase. Bru. 'T was such a holding Chase as did almost Convert the sport to toil . Asa. 'T was desperate Service . Bru. What means Asaracus ? His looks and language are of late grown dark . Qu. We are late , and must dispatch the Fountain Rites With shortest ceremony . Soz. Queen , glut thy Passion , feast on poison'd sweets ; Aside . Enjoy , and perish , Soziman Wou'd plot thy Pleasure on no other score . All kneel before the Fountain but Soziman , who presents the Queen and Prince with each a Bowl , having first infus'd the Philtre . Bru. This to Diana's Immortality . Drinks . Qu. To great Diana's Immortality . All. This to the Triple Goddess . Bru. It thunders in the Wind , 't will be a Storm , The North Sky low'rs . Soz. 'T is but a flying Show'r , And shou'd it drive this way , the Caves are near To yield us shelter . Let the Masquers Enter . A Dance of Masquers , during which a dark Storm gathers . Lightning and Thunder . Asa. In all our Sea-disasters I ne'r knew So swift a change of Weather . Bru. All shift for shelter . Exeunt All confusedly , Brutus and the Queen together . Ragusa appears in the Storm . Rag. I , this is Musick ! now me thinks I hear The shrieks of sinking Sailers , Tackle rent , Rudders unhing'd , whilst the Sea-rav'ne●s swift Scour through the dark Floud for the diving Corpses . Ha! art thou there my melancholy Sister ? An Owl cries . Thou think'st thy Napp was short , and art surpriz'd To find night faln already . More Turf to th' Fire 'till the black Mesh ferment ; Burn th' Oyl of Basilisk to fret the Storm . That was a merry Clap ! I know that Cloud Was of my Fricker's rending , Fricker rent it : O 't is an active Spirit ! but beshrew him , 'T was he seduc'd me first to hellish Arts , He found me pensive in a Desart glin , Near a lone Oak forlorn and thunder-cleft , Where discontented I abjur'd the Gods , And Bann'd the cruel Creditor that seiz'd My Mullees , sole subsistence of my life : He promis'd me full twelve years abs'lute Reign To banquet all my Senses , but he li'd , For Vipers flesh is now my only food , My drink of Springs that stream from sulph'rous Mines ; Beside , with mid-night Cramps and scalding Sweats I am almost inur'd for Hell's worst tortures . I hear the Wood-nymphs Cry , by that I know My Charm has took , the Tempter has prevail'd , 'T was a sure Philtre but the Day clears up , And Heav'nly light wounds my infectious Eyes . Enter again the four Women . 1. Wo. Now sullen Dame , do'st thou approve our works ? Rag. 'T was a brave wreck , oh you have well perform'd . 2. Wo. Myrza and I bestrid a Cloud , and soar'd To lash the storm , which we pursu'd to th' City , Where in my flight I snatcht the golden Globe That high on Saturn's Pillar blaz'd i' th' Air. 3. Wo. I fir'd the Turret of Minerva's Fane . 4. Wo. I stay'd i' th' Cell to set the Spell a work , The Lamps burnt ghastly blue , the Furnace shook , The Salamander felt the heat redoubled And friskt about ; so well I pli'd the fire . Rag. Now as I hate bright Day and love Moon-shine , You shall be all my Sisters in the Art : I will instruct ye in each mystery , Make ye all Ragusa's . All Wo. Ho , ho , ho ! Rag. Around me , and I 'll deal to each her dole . There 's an Elf-Lock , Tooth of Hermaphrodite , A brace of Mandrakes digg'd in Fairy Ground , A Lampray's Chain , Snakes Eggs , dead sparks of Thunder Quencht in its passage through the cold mid Air , A Mermaids Fin , A Cockatrice's Comb , Wrapt i' th' dri'd Cawl of a Brat still-born : burn 'em In whispers take the rest , which nam'd aloud Would fright the Day , and force another Storm . All Wo. Ho , ho , ho , ho ! Exeunt . Finis Actus Tertii .
ACT IV. SCENE The Walks behind the Palace . Enter Queen and Amarante . Qu. FRom Shades to Court , from Court to Shades I fly , But bear my Torment with me where I goe , Thought-rackt and Restless as a Murd'rers Soul ! Ama. Unload your burden'd Heart into my Breast , My active Love may find your Grief a Cure. Qu. Why art thou curious for a sight of Hell ? A Vision that wou'd fright thee to Distraction ! Ama. If yet my Duty be not throughly tri'd , Command me take a Scorpion to my Bosome : If I refuse , neglected let me live Defam'd , forlorn , disown'd of Heaven and you . Qu. Thou' rt Brave , and fit to share a Queen's Afflictions ! Sit then and hear the Story of my Shame , But let the Sun , as from my Crime he hid His sacred Light , withdraw while I relate . Thy Queen for constancy to her first Love Long Fam'd , and long deserving to be Fam'd , Is now , ah Torture ! a forsworn Adultress ! My trembling Limbs dissolve at the dire Sound ! Rising . Believe me not , for I bely my self ! Think'st thou the Gods cou'd e're permit such guilt ? They cou'd , and the Infernals know 't is true ! Ama. Nay , now I must commit a force upon you , My violence is just and charitable . Qu. Thou' rt wild as I to grapple with my Passion , That like a Tempest sweeps with lawless Rage , 'Till spent it sighs it self into a Calm . From Honour's heights which I with toil had clim'd , How am I in a moment faln And plung'd in Infamy ! Th' Almighty Pow'rs beheld , and yet created No Prodigy to awe me from the Danger . My stupid Vertue slept , My Guardian Genius slept , The Planets idlely gaz'd , And all the Starry Host Sat unconcern'd Spectators of my Fate ! My struggling on the Rack But Tortures me the more ; I 'm stabb'd with thousand Deaths , but cannot Die ! Ama. Ingratefull Prince that cou'd so ill requite A gen'rous Queen that hid thy impious Head From Heav'ns pursuing Vengeance ! Qu. Oh , He 's too foul to be a Victim made To Heav'n , no he shall bleed my Sacrifice : Shews a Dagger . My wrong'd Argaces waits for his Descent , To seize th' Adulterer at th' Elysian Bounds And sink him yelling to th' Abyss of Fire ! Enter Brutus . Bru. Weeping ? those Eyes rich Nature's choicest Gems Shou'd sparkle , not dissolve . Qu. Ah Hypocrite ! Hell rages in his Breast And Heav'n smiles on his Brow. Bru. Your Sorrow racks me , from those Eyes I feel A cold Damp shot into my conscious Heart , Suppress those Sighs and call to Heav'n for Thunder . Qu. Why chills my Rage ? that soft deluding Tongue Sooth'd me out of my Innocence before , And oh I fear 't will sooth my Justice now ! Delay slacks my Resolves ! with open Eyes I cannot wound him but I 'll wink and strike . Bru. Oh Madam you to Tyranny pursue Your Conquest , and a yielding Heart oppress ! Kill me and cease to grieve , let my Life's Bloud Compound to save that rich Expence of Tears . Qu. Oh Fate ! I have his leave to give him Death , But now my eager Rage has seiz'd its Quarry , Pants o're the Prey , and wants the strength to Kill . Bru. My Eyes Distill ! like wounded Duellists I strive in vain to hide the pressing Stream ; Madam , You see my Frailty , how I melt T'effeminate Tears , your Sorrow Triumphs o're me , And boasts the Pow'r to have made a Warriour weep ! Qu. At such complaint a Tygress wou'd Relent , The Furies cast their Tort'ring Engines by . Throws away her Dagger . Thus then injurious Prince to my Revenge Another Course I steer ; to Heav'n I make This solemn Vow Kneels . Bru. Hold , hold ! by all that 's good Let me conjure you stifle that rash Voice ! I know not what you were prepar'd to Swear , But fear'd ( divert in Heav'n ) a Violence On your dear Life . Qu. 'T was a rash Breath indeed , All killing as a Northern Blast ; but now 'T is veer'd about into a Southern Gale , With soft Show'rs waited Weeps . I consent to live . Rise , I forgive you . Bru. Let me then kneel still ! Rich Fountain of Delight , embodi'd Rapture ! Joy gleams from thee unwasted , while I press This Hand , I know not how , the subtle Touch Shoots through each Vein , and tingles at my Heart . Qu. I pardon'd you , and what was harder much , Promis'd to live , but on Condition both , Which once Transgrest makes th' Obligation Void , Resigns me back to Death , and you to my Displeasure : As therefore you regard my Life and Favour Be punctual to perform Bru. I will remember Though I should drink dull Lethe dry , let Seas Forget to Ebb and Flow , the Spheres their Tunes , The Sun his Roads , the Elements their Duties , Of you forgotten , let me perish , when I 'm guilty of a first Neglect ! Qu. Till then , My gratefull Heart for you shall entertain The kindest thoughts that Women's Love suggests ; Each Day 's State-task shall give me one soft Hour , My own intirely , which I will devote To Solitude and tender Thoughts of you . Bru. I sink , I sink ! intoxicate with Joy ! Like Inspir'd Priests I reel with Ecstasie ! Qu. All I exact for this I will sum up In one Command , which must not be disputed , That to retrieve my Honour you 'd remove , And take this Hour a last eternal Leave . Bru. Ha! said you Last , Last and Eternal Leave ? You kindle me into Transport , and then To Death you chill me in the heat of Rapture ! 'T is Barb'rous , Queen , to sport with wounded Hearts , And spread a Toil for harmless cred'lous Love : 'T were Woman's Fraud t' have ruin'd with your Smiles , But to betray with Tears , the Crocodile's . Th' injunction seem'd impossible , but now I shall obey ! You have your Wish , for I Shall ne'r intrude into your Presence more . Faints . Qu. Help Amarante ! gen'rous Prince return . Bru. What mean you by this cruel Charity ? You stretch me on the Rack , and when I faint , My drooping Spirits with Cordials you Restore , Revive , but oh ! to hold me still in Pain . Qu. And cou'd you then believe my Rigour , ha ? Blind Pitty leads my Piety astray ! 'T was cruel to tax me with Cruelty : If you must needs accuse , charge Fate I wou'd If Destiny 't is false , I never will Tormenter hence with no Reply but Sighs He yields to th' harsh Command that mournfull Glance Darts to my Soul his Grief ; I cannot bear 't , Stay Prince , my Love ! I rave , haste Amarante , Shield me from Ruine , snatch me , bear me , fly ! Exit confusedly , Amarante follows . Bru. Thus in Loves winding Mazes we are Toil'd , Mourn our hard Fate , yet still we keep the Round ; We rave of Wounds , yet still indulge the Pain ; And whilst we curse our Bondage , hug the Chain , Exit . Enter Soziman with the Captain of the Guards . Soz. To Agrigent my trusty Officer With these Dispatches to th' Ambassadors ; Tell 'em their last advices were most Welcome ; That nightly I expect their promis'd Forces , Which wee 'l receive to th' Cittadel . Dispatch . Ex. Capt. Thus far with prosp'rous Gales my Course I 've steer'd , And now the Port's in view . Come no cross Gust ! My Fears grow with th' approaching Land , for still The Waves beat roughest near the Shore . Turning spies Ragusa Entring . I 'm shockt to meet thee here , my Sorc'ress ? or Some Emissary Daemon in her Shape ? Speak briefly the Contents of thy dark Errand . Rag. Soft , my projecting Son , by subtlest Magick Invisibly I hither am arriv'd . Think not that to my Cell I am confin'd , But range the Streets unseen , frequent Assemblies , And in the sultry Halls infection breathe : Nay sometimes busie at the sacred Shrines , With Prodigies t' amuse the zealous Crowd , With anxious Jealousies enrage their Minds , 'Till in wild Uproar the whole State 's embroil'd . Soz. But on what mischief bound arriv'st thou now ? Rag. Anon there will be Bloud-shed in this place , A Deed will much conduce to thy Designs : I' th' Air I 'll hang unseen to Gorge the Steams , And suck the Vapours from the Vital Gore . Soz. Thou led'st me into Treason , bear me through , In pensive Moods I 'm tempted to undoe what I have done , To Tack and seek the safe Point whence I sail'd . Rag. No 't is impossible , thou' rt launcht too far , And must resolve to brave the Billows now . Soz. I fear the Throne which I with Bloud must stain Will prove a slipp'ry Seat , for what shou'd let But Villany resolv'd and bold as mine , May take the Path which I to Greatness forc't , 'Till by Usurpers the Usurper fall ? Rag. Therefore soon as thou art possest o' th' pow'r See thy Confed'rates bleed , that none survive T' upbraid thy Greatness with their treach'rous Aids , And claim like Pirates each his share of Spoil . Soz. I 'll sacrifice 'em to the murm'ring Crowd , With publick Justice my ambition gild , Show'r Gifts among the Crowd , make Riot flow , 'Till they have drown'd their discontents in Wine . Rag. But that without controll thou maist possess The Tyranny , my Drudges I 'll employ To frame with their best Arts a Bracelet for thee , Which whilst thou wear'st it lock't on thy left Arm , Treason shall ne'r annoy thee , Sword and Poison In vain attempt ; Nature alone have pow'r Thy Substance to dissolve , nor she her self 'Till many a Winter Shock has broke thy Temper . Soz. Medea for her Iason less perform'd ! My greatning Soul aspires to range like thee , In unknown Worlds , to search the Reign of Night . Admitted to thy dreadfull Mysteries , I shou'd be more then Mortal . Rag. Ne'r my Cell , ( 'Mongst circl'ing Rocks in Form a Theatre ) Lies a snug Vale. Soz. With horrour I have view'd it , 'T is blasted all and bare as th' Ocean Beach , And seems a Round for Elves to Revel in . Rag. With my Attendants there each waining Moon My dreadfull Court I hold , and sit in state . And when the dire Transactions are dispatcht , Our zany Spirits ascend to make us mirth With Gambals , Dances , Masks , and rev'ling Songs 'Till our mad Din strike terrour through the Wast , Spreads fair and wide to th' Cliffs that bank the Main , And scarce is lost in the wide Ocean's Roar. Soz. Thou sooth'st my black Bloud with a horrid pleasure , That through my dark thoughts darts a gloomy Joy. Rag. Here seated by me thou shalt view the sports , Whilst Daemons kiss thy foot and swear thee Homage . But hush ! Our male-content with lowring Brow Draws near , resolv'd on the dire generous Deed ' Away ; the mischief now is grown so ripe 'T will work it self t'an Head without our aid . Vanishes . Soz. Farewell , remember the enchanted Bracelet ! Not more the Crown I covet then that Chain . Enter Asaracus . That gloomy lowring Brow presages well . His Discontent at th' amorous Princes stay Is grown too troublesome for his blunt Soul To bear conceal'd the Prince himself draws near , I 'll leave them and expect the wish'd event . Exit . Asa. Why should I stifle my resentment longer ? I can at worst but give him bloudy proof Of my sincerity , if he impeach The freedome I assume , of rage or rudeness , If to perswade , Friendship and Reason fail , I 'll bleed , and with my dying Breath prevail . Enter Brutus . My Lord Bru. What would my Friend ? Asa. You lov'd me once . Bru. Religion has no greater truth , and when I love thee not , perish my life and honour . Asa. Bold in your friendship then I warn you Sir To summon all your Temper to receive What he that loves you best fears to deliver . Bru. Thou labour'st with my Fate , for what pale tidings Am I thus cautiously prepared ? Asa. I come Sir to accuse to you your self , To inform you how your dearest Fame lies sick , Your Foes insulting while your Subjects murmur . Excuse Sir your plain dealing Friend Bru. Proceed Asa. Our last dear Stake lies in your hand to play , Which managed wisely may recover yet . All we have lost to Fate , And raise our sleeping Glory from the Grave . Bru. Gently my Friend , I feel each wakening Pulse Start and beat nimbly at the name of Glory . Asa. Ripe Glory waits us in proud Albion's Plains , And withers whilst the season we neglect , And give our Harvest Suns to slumber . Bru. Ha! Asa. Each gentle breeze that o're your Navy breaths , Sighs as it flies , and Murmurs at our stay . Bru. 'T is too severe ! cruel Asaracus Has my firm Soul but one weak tender part , And your keen censures level'd all at that ? Why are these Arms that oft have swept the Files , Return'd with Standards fill'd , and bloudy Bays , Deny'd the transport of a short embrace ? Asa. His tender passion starts at my approach ; It bleeds , but I must pierce it deeper yet : Boldly the needfull caution I will utter , As in a treacherous Labyrinth you stray , Lost in delight , and pleasantly destroy'd , Whilst lull'd asleep in your false Circe's charms In vain Fames Trumpet sounds you to the Field . Bru. Die kindling rage ! like Thunder struggle , yet I 'll stifle thee , and choak thy lab'ring Fire . 'T is dead draw near Asaracus , and give A heedfull Ear to what thy Prince delivers ; Embracing him . If any dark disaster or mistake Tempt thee hereafter to suspect my Friendship , Call to remembrance this eternal Proof Thou didst revile the Queen , her Brutus heard And yet forgave the Blasphemy , at once The best of Friends and most ingratefull Lover . Asa. My Heart dissolves But nature sink e're I Aside . Indulge his Frailty and permit his Ruine . Enter Locrinus . But though your dear-bought Lawrels you permit To fade , slight courting Honours , yet consider This noble Spirit defrauded by your stay Presenting Locrinus . Of Empire , though by Nature form'd to Reign . Locr. Dread Sir 't is in my Bloud and I must Reign , Can brook your sacred self alone above me : Hourly I 'll thrive in Fame , increase in Glory , To fill your Throne when you remove to th' Gods. Asa. Excuse this Heat , a spark of your own Fire That once glow'd bright , though now in Embers hid , But fann'd with such Breath needs must blaze again . Locr. Ev'n when a Child and under Womens care , Whilst through the Casements I beheld our Youth By Prince Cleanthus muster'd near the Palace , I view'd 'em o're , gaz'd on their dazling Crests , Their wond'rous Scarfs and Javelins tip't with Gold , Then sigh'd and swell'd methought as big as They ! But when their Squadrons join'd in sportive Fight I flam'd , and turning , in the Arras spi'd A glaring Panther wrought to th' Life , then drew My Iv'ry Sword , and tilted at his Breast . Bru. This growing Gallantry with Pride I view , But must conceal my Joy Retire Locrinus . Exit Locr. Friend , press no more thy lost Advices , for I 'm sworn to live the Queen's and can't desert her . Asa. Ha! so resolv'd ! then to my last Reserve . Sir , be not so enamour'd on Perdition , Your stock of Fame is large , but judg'd declining ; The Purchase cost you dear , the bloud of Heroes Is sold too cheaply for a Woman's smiles . Bru. And have I then through Flouds and Fire sought Glory , Follow'd the glitt'ring Guide through Death's dark Passes , To be at last charg'd with declining Valour ? And too , the black Reproach shot from a Tongue That has sworn Friendship to me I am wrapt In Phrenzy , help Asaracus ! the Storm Grows Mad , nor can I ruleth ' undsteady Helm ! Asa. To your excess of Passion for the Queen We wou'd impute the fault you make in Glory , Not that you fear the Arms of Albion . Bru. Are these then the surmizes of my Slaves ? Whose vile Necks from the Grecian Yoke I freed , And is Asaracus o' th' Faction too ? I 'm pleas'd that their Allegeance they 've abjur'd , Giv'n me pretence to shake off their vile Empire ; I 'll condescend to Rule this Herd no more , Nor with such Refuse tempt the Albion War , By great Iulus's Soul I will not . Asa. Then By great Iulus's Soul you must confess More then a Woman's weakness . Bru. That again ! Hell ! said you weakness ? and meant Cowardise ? Villain , be mean , recall that inf'mous Breath , Recant , forswear 't , Lie for thy Life or perish ! Asa. It works , and the more swelling now his Rage , Aside . He will retreat t' a lower Ebb of pity . Bru. This stubborn silence is a plain confession ! Base as thou art I spare to spill thy Bloud 'Cause thou wert once the sharer of my Breast , And my too cred'lous Soul believ'd thee Brave . With much content my self I flatter'd long , Thought my Breast rich , possest of a true Friend , But oh 't was Fairy Wealth , a dream of Treasure , That waking leaves me destitute and poor . Traytour , the meaning of that threat'ning Steel ? Here , strike the Breast thou hast so long deceiv'd . Asa. Yes Prince I 'll strike your Heart that Heart of yours That 's in my Bosome lodg'd . Stabs himself . Bru. Rash Souldier hold . Wrests the Dagger from him . And e're thou fall'st unriddle this dark Action . Asa. In vain you wou'd prevent a second Wound ; This Arm in Brutus's service never struck And fail'd to kill . Bru. Who wait ? Physicians hither , fly . Asa. Draw near my Lord and let me bath your Feet In the remains of Bloud spent in your Service ! We have e're now waded in Gore together . Can you forgive my bold presuming Language ? I shou'd not have indulg'd my Tongue that freedome Had I design'd the Rudeness to survive . Since nothing cou'd Divorce you from the Queen Pardon your Souldier's Zeal , that cou'd not live To see your Tide of Glory at a Stand. Bru. Insult not o're thy wretched Master's Guilt , My shame 's so Monstrous that to shun Th' opprobrious Spectacle , my Friend Withdraws disdaining to eternal Night . Enter Physicians . Now Emp'ricks muster your best Arts to save A Life more precious then the World 's great Soul ; Know Slaves you have no middle Path to take , Restore or wait my Heroe to the Dead . Asa. Vex not dear Friends my Wound in vain , 't is Mortal , My Heart works slowly and my Pulses sleep . Your Hand my Lord with this cold Kiss I seal it . May 't prove resistless as the Thund'rers , Snatch Crowns from Europe's Monarchs , grasp their Scepters , Knit in one Empire the divided World. Bru. Live my Asaracus to see me Vanquish My Conqu'rer Love , I 'll rage and break the Toil. Asa. Speak , how shall I report of our Affairs To your departed Heroes where I goe ? Bru. Bear not to th' other World my black disgrace ; Wee 'l force our way from this enchanted Coast , Wee 'l sail to Night . Asa. Our Countrey 's Gods protect you . Your Fleet 's refitted , by my care prepar'd , The Wind presents , the Full Moon gives a Day , And swells her Tides to waft you from the Sound . Farewell my gen'rous Lord ! my Friends farewell ! Thus far your Toils I have accompani'd , Fate part us here . Dies . Bru. Spare him ye Deities for one hour more ! And then t' Eternity he 's yours ! One tender word more my Asaracus , Do not so tamely yield ! grapple with Death And break from Fate to your lost Friend's Relief ! Oh let me breathe my Soul into that Wound , And quicken thy cold Clay ! I 'll tear my Heart To fill the fatal Breach ! oh , oh , oh ! Withdraw and leave me to compose my Thoughts . Ex. Physicians and Attendants . Give notice to the Fleet we sail to Night . Said I to Night ! forsake the Queen to Night ! Forsake ! oh Fate ! the Queen ! to Night forsake her ! My word is past , 't is giv'n , and those pale Lips With silent Oratory plead my Promise . Enter the Queen . She 's here ! I never shunn'd those Eyes before . Qu. D' ye fly me Prince ? but 't is not strange To see the happy shun the wretched but Unhappy as I am you made me so , And may dispense to view the Griefs you gave . Bru. You call him happy whom the damn'd wou'd pity ; Despairing Ghosts that yell in lightless Flames , Wou'd stand agast to hear my suff'rings told , Reflect , and grow more patient of Damnation . Qu. Can you have any cares conceal'd from me ? Repeat to me the story of your Grief● , And I 'll recite the tragick Tale of mine . Thus wee 'l beguile the Time with mutual Plaints , Together Mourn as once we Smil'd together . Bru. My Pain is but prolong'd whilst I dissemble The struggling Secret , for it must have Birth ! In my wan Look the fatal Message reade , Whose horrour like a Spell ties up my Tongue : Madam , Our Destiny 's implacable , We must Oh 't is Impossible ! and yet We must Qu. What ? Bru. Die , like our Ancestours . Qu. Your pardon Prince , this might have been exprest With less Formality . Bru. Is 't nothing then To be reduc't to Earth , to sleep in Dust Without one dream of Love ? it will out . Qu. These broken Sounds have meanings of Importance . For , like a pensive Ghost you labour with Some Secret which you seem prepar'd to tell , But when my expectation 's rais'd withdraw . Bru. It shall have passage though it rend my Breast ! Rackt to confess , Fate 's summons I pronounce , A sound more terrible then Death , Divorce , For we must part to Night and meet no more . Qu. Ah! Prince this mirth was cruel and ill-tim'd , The sportive Fright too deeply might have pierc't My tim'rous tender Breast ; it was not prudent , Suppose I had believ'd you and Expir'd . Bru. Now Fate confess , was ever Man of Woes Distrest like me ? forc't to accuse my self Of broken Faith to her whom I deceive . Oh! Madam , 't was a fatal Truth I utter'd , See where my gen'rous Friend self-slaughter'd lies 'Cause I had quitted my pursuit of Arms , Which he conjur'd me with expiring Breath To re-assume , then to the Gods convey'd My Vows Irrevocable . Qu. Ah! Faithless ! Swoons . Bru. Convey her gently to the Bed of State. Confusion ! Furies ! how am I opprest ! One kind Pang more , kills me and gives me Rest. Finis Actus Quarti .
ACT V. Enter Soziman and the Ambassadours disguized . Soz. MY Lords , you are arriv'd though unexpected Most seasonably : Fortune her self conspires In our Design , and Fate is of our Plot. 1. Amb. Our King conceiv'd new flames at our return , His slighted Love converted to Revenge , For having work't him into thirst of Bloud We told the Circumstances of our Project , How you on just resentment had engag'd To render us the Cittadel by Night . Soz. And he approv'd of the Conspiracy ? 2. Amb. By all the Memphian Deities he swore 'T was such an exquisite Design , That e're these Calends pass we should effect it , Or forfeit our projecting Heads . Soz. No more . Wee 'l do 't e're cold Boötes fetch his Round ; The Day-star shall rise wondring at the Change This Night creates i' th' Syracusian State. The Conscious Moon smiles on our Enterprize , And guilds our dark design with her best Rays : Beside , the Prince is from the Queen divorc't , And with his Pow'rs sails off at the next Floud . Speak Lords , where have you lodg'd your Ambuscade 1. Amb. I' th' Desart . Soz. Your number ? 1. Amb. A compleat Brigade . Beside three Manipli cull'd from our Libyan Squadrons . Soz. Pass'd ye the Fenns secure ? 2. Amb. We took the upper Marches by the Cliffs . Soz. Unseen by the Scouts on our Frontiers ? 1. Amb. Our last was a Night March. Soz. At the third Watch lead up your Forces To Saturn's Gate on the North side , Which wide with drawn Percullis shall receive you . Be punctual . Both Amb. As meeting Lovers . Exeunt Ambassadors . Soz. My thoughtfull Head is with projecting pain'd , But when I 've bound my Temples with a Crown , I shall have ease : i' th' Registers of Fate I am writ King already , but I 've yet A stream of Bloud to ford e're I assume Th' Imperial Robe ; be that then the distinction 'Twixt Soziman and vulgar Potentates , To wear his Ermyns of a scarlet Dye . Exit . Enter Queen in rage held by Amarante and others . Qu. Off Loose me or I 'll scatter ye to Air ! Must I be fetter'd ? stop an Earthquake's shock , Not Typhon's Load shall press my fury down ; I 'll toss the burning Mount inverted up , And with ascending Thunder fright the Spheres . Ama. O check this Rage or 't will ferment to Madness . Qu. Where dwells despair ? shew me the way to Fate , The readiest Road ! O for a Precipice Whose hanging Brow o'relooks the foaming Floud , There , deckt in Robes of State , Scepter'd and Crown'd I 'll plunge , and bury in th' unfathom'd Deep Each glittering Badge of wretched Majesty . Ama. Where will this Passion drive ? hear me dread Queen For Syracuse's sake , your own , the Gods , Temper this violence , and shun distraction ! Qu. Prov'd false ? 't is slander and can never be ! No , he has sworn and wept , and wept and sworn , The List of Deities was for his Oaths Too scant , the Years , Days , Hours , and Minutes , all Were number'd out in Vows ! If false , he 's perjur'd by the whole Creation . Ama. Yet hear Qu. And he is false , as Iason false , forsworn , Teach me Medea's Arts ! for my Revenge The Globe shall Wreck , and Nature be in Pangs . He Sails ! see , where the Fugitives proud Barque Cleaves the curl'd Wave , steddy afore the Wind , They scudd , and leave the Dolphin's Leagues behind . But there are Gods ! there are ! the Surges rise , And Boreas posts to th' Fray , they toss , they toss , Erynnis fires the Stern ! now Floud or Flame ! They burn , ha , ha , how looks th' Adulterer now ? Ama. Thus with my groveling Limbs I 'll stop your way , Indulge your Passion , give your Fury scope , But tread me first to death , then glutt of Grief , And rave without Controul . Qu. O Amarante ! Thy Love pursues me , though forsook of Heav'n . Forgive my Rage , too slight for my Distress . Oh Heavens ! no intermission of my Pain ? I can sustain no more , Oh my sick Soul ! Ama. Stop , as you prize your Amarante's life . She dies , if you relapse again to Rage Drawing a Ponyard . Qu. Ah! spare that Breast and I 'll compose my Griefs , Give me a moments space to hush the Storm . Look , now I 'm tame , calm as frozen Floud ! Nay I can smile And yet a Tear will steal . Let 's talk my Girl , for now I can discourse ; Begin Or wou'dst thou that I give a Theam ? Then descant on the Perjuries of men . Ama. I wou'd prescribe a Cure , not feed your Sorrow . Forgive my busy Love that has contriv'd Without your knowledge to redress your Griefs . Qu. Redress my Grief ? 'T was busy Love indeed ! Call back the darted Cane , restore The forc't Spark to its Flint , unite again The gather'd Rose to its stock and make it grow . Ama. I 've sent for the fam'd Prophetess , that keeps Her dark abode in the Diana Vale : With her I will advise of your distress ; Aw'd Nature truckles to her Mystick Arts , Her Spells controul the Winds , rebuke the Spheres , Her Tyranny to th' inmost Soul extends , She sways our Passions , and to love or loath Is in her Gift but see she has surpriz'd us . Enter Ragusa with her Women , they whisper at their Entrance . Qu. Our Houshold Deities be first Atton'd With Pray'rs and Incense , then wee 'l prove her Art. To the Distress'd one Refuge still remains , None are extreamly wretched that dare Dye ! Exit Queen , and Amarante . Ragusa with her Women comes forward . Rag. With halting Pace at length we are arriv'd , Nor wou'd have been at pains , but t' introduce Confusion , Famine , Drought , Infection , War ; The blasted Grass will shew where we have Journey'd , And point Destruction out the readiest Road. 1. Wo. The Batts before us in the Twy-light play'd , And wanton Meteors tumbled o're the Lawns . 2. Wo. A stately Pile ! Megera's Torch set fire to 't . Rag. To work , to work , our Sorcerie's Master-piece . Now quit ye well , or ne're ply Furnace more . 3. Wo. Our first Task is to Desecrate the place , And drive the Tut'lar Genius from his Charge , That nought defeat our Charms . 4. Wo. As through the Portico we pass'd , With Scorpion's Bloud the Lares I defil'd , And on their Necks hung Chains invisible . 1. Wo. I fixt a cross Spell at the Palace Gate , And Conscious of its force the Statues fell . Rag. To East and West , North and South Points disperse , And puff th' Enchanted Powders from your Flasks , Whilst here i' th' Center I reside , And from my hollow Breast pour Mystick Rhimes That wake the slumbring Daemons into Yells . The four Women disperse to each corner of the Stage blowing black Powders from Boxes , Ragusa in the middle . 2. Wo. The Ground 's unhallow'd , and our Art works free , But ha ! Why droops the Mistress of our Spells ? To Rag. Thou' rt sad and clouded with a suddain Gloom . Rag. Daran long since forewarn'd me to expect An end of my dark Reign , when I should meet Two snowy Kids milking a jet black Damm , Which fatal Omen I beheld this Morn ' . Beside , our Caldron where our Drugs we steep , At Mid-night fell to boyling without fire ; Our Cell of late has oft been hung with Dew , And seem'd to weep at our approaching Fate . 3. Wo. They 're vain Portents , our Magick still holds good . 4. Wo. Last Night a Village Shrew in Labour fell , With a slight Charm I check't the hastning Birth , In vain Lucina was invok't , till I Dissolv'd my Spell , and then the Blouze was Laid . 1. Wo. A Wood-man as I gather'd Herbs , revil'd me ; But I observ'd him while he fixt a Ginn Of steel indented to intrap the Wolf , At first Cock-Crow I drew him from his Bed , I' th' Engine lock't him fast and left him yelling . 2. Wo. As from Elorus Cliffs I view'd the Floud , Two Rival Tritons rose with Lances arm'd , And fiercely at each other ran a Tilt ; They bled , and with their Gore the Sea-weed stain'd , Which at low Ebb I gather'd , a choice Drugg , Whose vertue future practice must discover . 3. Wo. Whilst pensive near a Pathless Vale I sate , A sportive Vapour rowl'd along the Glin , It s wild Capriches caus'd me to suspect Some frolick Daemon acting in the Mist , Which summon'd by my Art t' appear , came forth , Taught me new Spells , and hid i' th' fog again . Rag. Proceed we then to finish our black Projects . View here , till from your green distilling Eyes The poys'nous Glances Center on this Bracelet , A fatal Gift for our projecting Son ; Seven Hours odd Minutes has it steept i' th' Gall Of a vile Moor Swine-rooted from his Grave . Now to your bloated Lips apply it round , And with th' infectious Dew of your black Breaths Compleat its balefull force . All Wo. Uh , uh , uh . Kissing the Bracelet . Rag. Now to your several Charges each repair , E're second Crow expect me at the Cell ; But look you charm the Desart as ye pass : For if Wolf howl , Fox bark , or Badger yelp , You shall be Tenter-stretcht and hung i' th' Sun. All Wo. Uh , uh , uh , Exeunt . Enter Soziman . Soz. O Expectation ! Torture of the mind ! Two hours , no more , divide me from my wishes . But oh , how many minutes make those hours ? Time's sand falls grain by grain to him that waits For Empire I 'm inform'd the Queen has summon'd The Sorc'ress to consult She 's here . Rag. There Son. Gives him the Bracelet . The King of Shades no richer Present drew From his dark Store t' appease his Ravish't Bride : It makes thee for seven Lustres more Immortal . Soz. I am confus'd with Joy , but when I wake From th' Ecstasy Rag. Wave thy vain thanks , and heed The Charge I give ; to Night at the third Watch A pow'rfull Constellation Reigns , till then Forbear to fix it to thy longing Arm. Away , the Queen returns . Exit Soziman . 'T were a mean mischief and below my Art , To ruine him till in close view of Empire , But to prevent him in the Nick , just shooting With the last stretch on his hard hunted Prey , Is worthy of my Skill , and can almost Provoke me 'gainst my Contract to a Smile . Enter Queen and Amarante , with Censors , as from Sacrifice . Qu. In vain we ply the Gods with slighted Incense ! Some Prodigy lurks in each Nook to fright me ; Ev'n now the Altar shook as I approacht , As from the Lavar to bedew the Floor I heav'd a Bowl , the Crystal Element Converted in my Hand to putrid Gore . Turns towards Ragusa . O Prophetess powerfull in Mystick Rites , Be kind , and with thy sacred Art assist A suppliant Queen , and thou shalt be my Goddess . Rag. How , Lady Venus , is your Mars prov'd false ? Drought on my pois'nous Drugs if ought I doe T' oblige thee Queen , but for the dear Delight Of mischief , I 'll assist thee , teach thee how To mould his form in Wax by Art prepar'd Of Viper's fat , and Gumm of Stygian Pines , Which on a slow fire with due Rites dissolv'd Shall waste his Entrails , melt his Reins t' a Gelly , For Magick uses Sovereign Ingredient . Ama. Incarnate Devil ! Rag. Or if this Method like thee not , I 'll teach thee With bloud of Dragons to inscribe his Name , And stabb each Letter with envenom'd Needles . That shall t' his thinking wound his Body o're With Hornet's stings , there 's sport , ho , ho. Qu. I seek not thee to enforce his Love , But quench my own . And therefore I entreat thee set a Spell To keep him Port-bound , till I shall have wean'd My froward Passion . Rag. Port-bound shall he be ! I 'll lash the Coasts with such fierce Gusts from Sea , 'T is odds I wreck his Navy in the Bay : Nor without hope by th' by to endanger too The Towers of Syracuse , that guild the Clouds ; But to my Charm Thus Circ'ling on my Staff. Daran be'est thou far or near , Approach , I summon thee t' appear . A Tune of horrour play'd , after which a Dwarf Spirit rises . Ha! what art thou ? a Spirit of Earth or Air ? For size thou shoud'st be one of Oberon's Train , A Fairy Elf ; but I remember not T' have seen thee in the Ring on Rev'ling Eves , Nor at the general Banquet in the Vale By Moonlight ; Dwarfin speak thy Name , and why Thou dost usurp the Office of my Spirit . Spi. I 'm sent t' inform thee that the Pow'rs below Demand thee , for thy Reign expires to Night . Rag. Poysons and boiling Sulphur ! heark the Spirit , The Season's drawing on , permit me Live To blast one Harvest more . Spi. It is deni'd . Rag. To force at least an Earthquake when I sink To lay this stately Cittadel in heaps . Spi. You may not , but this Night it shall become A Scene of Treason , Rapes , and Massacres . Rag. I shall not perish Singly then . Spi. I 've done . And to my Charge return : at the third Watch Expect me . Descends . Rag. Queen glorious tidings ! bless the lucky hour ! Qu. What says thy Art ? Rag. This Night compleats thy Ruine keep the Secret. Qu. Pernicious Hagg ! a Guard here , seize the Witch . Guard Entring , Ragusa vanishes . Vanisht ? each minute of this dreadfull Night Teems with some Miracle ; where-e're I turn Fate looks me in the Face . Ama. Madam , the Prince . Enter Brutus , Locrinus , Brutus in a Sea Habit , speaks to Saylers at his Entrance . Bru. To your Posts Sirs , and make ready to weigh off With the young Floud , expect me soon Aboard I 've sworn , but dare not venture to her presence Till with repeated Vows I 'm arm'd a new . Moves up to the Queen , they sit gazing a while . Madam Qu. Why in this Garb my Lord ? Bru. Agues and Feavers ! she seems ignorant To put me on the Torture of repeating What with more pain I have already told , Then raving Sibylls utter Oracles Think it not rudeness that I seize this Hand . Queen gives her Hand . How I adore this Goodness yet I wish I had not Qu. Had not ? Bru. O there 's Magick in 't . Qu. Then I 'll withdraw't . Bru. No , for you snatch my life too with it . Qu. Why do you then complain ? Bru. It fires my bloud ! Revives the dear remembrance of those Joys , That never ! never Oh my Heart breaks . Rising in a start . Qu. You are discompos'd my Lord , please you retire And rest ? Bru. 'T was a light swimming in my Head , And to divert it I was forc't to move . Your pardon Madam . Both sit again . Qu. But my demand my Lord , why in this Garb ? Bru. Excuse and pity me the Drudge of Fate , Fate wantonly our Alban State o'rethrew , And then with the vast Ruines cumbred me ; Seven tedious years have I the weight sustain'd , And must sustain till on proud Albion's Shore I pour the Load and shake the burd'ned Soil . Qu. My swelling Passions crowd each other's way , Aside . And pressing all for utterance , all are mute . Bru. Empire cou'd ne'r have drawn me from your Feet Were I the sole Adventurer i' th' War , But thousands run the fortune of my Play , And giving up the Game I break them all . Qu. When will the striving Thunder break and roar ? Aside . Bru. Long have I stray'd from the rough Tracks of Honour To revel in the looser Vales of Love , Caress't like soft Endymion by a Goddess , But now my glorious Toils I reassume ; Once more in Arms , new Listed under Fame , And with as many Oaths stand re-ingag'd As Heav'n has Pow'rs for I invok't 'em all . Qu. Goe then Ingratefull , False , Inhumane , goe , Rising in rage . Seek , search your Fairy Kingdoms through the Flouds ; Trust the false winds as I have trusted thee , And perish by 'em as by thee I perish . Bru. If like the Rocks relentless I must stand . Aside . Make me , indulgent Gods , as Deaf as they ! Qu. Curse on my ill-tim'd Hospitality , I should have join'd with th' angry Gods , and Fir'd His Pirate Fleet , when storm-driv'n on my Coast , And Massacred his Legions in a Night . Bru. Now Heav'ns your Aid to fix my wav'ring Heart Aside . Qu. Yet perjur'd Prince at least I will detain This living Copy of your dear false Self Seizing Locrinus . To sooth my sorrows with the sad remembrance Of fatal pleasures past . Locr. Your pardon Madam , I cannot lose my share i' th' Albian War ; Th' Inhabitants are all of monstrous Size , Like those huge Sons of Earth that storm'd the Heav'ns , I long t' engage a Foe above my reach , And dart my Rapier at a Giants Heart . Qu. Your Father's wrongs will end me soon , and then My Crown shall fall on you . Locr. I cannot wait . Let dull Heirs watch th' uncertain fall of Pow'r ; I 'de force my Fortune , win the Crown I wear . Qu. Think'st thou the Gods , if thus I am deserted , Will wink at such ingratitude ? Locr. Dread Queen , We take no final Farewell ; when we have fixt Our Reign in Albion , wee 'l invade the Gauls , Then scowr th' Hesperian Borders to this Isle , Till Conqu'ring back we visit you again Steals off . Qu. Lost Queen ! both Gods and Men to thy requests Are deaf Once more I will attempt this Rock . Turns to Brutus . The Neighb'ring Princes for your sake rejected On my forsaken Realm will pour their War , And 'mongst their Trophees Lumber drag me chain'd , With whose bright presence once they coveted To grace their Thrones , and honour at my Feet Their Crowns But let 'em come , for to preserve My Dignity I 'll die immur'd with Fire , These Golden Roofs shall burn my Funeral Pile ; Then as you sail in dead of Night , survey From your tall Stern our flaming Syracuse Relentless , make advantage of our Fate , And by our blazing Temples Steer your Course . Bru. Away thou foolish Utensil of War , Throws away his Truncheon . I 'll give my scatter'd Lawrels to the Wind , Nor dy me more in slaughter Fame can boast No Charms like these , nor with such bliss reward . Qu. The gratefull Brutus meant not to desert His hospitable Queen in her distress ; My conscious Heart told me 't was but Pretence Yet Trust me Prince , 't was cruel to pretend ! A mournfull voice from behind the Scene . Whence that sad Cry ? Ama. From your Argaces Cell ; Thrice has his discontented Genius groan'd . Qu. 'T was to reprove and summon us to part . Ah Prince , in vain our Loves with Fate contend ; Let 's tack and stemm the stormy Tide no more . Improve this Season to oppose your Passion , And bank against it now whilst 't is i' th' Ebb. Bru. I' th' Ebb ? witness the o'reflowings of my Heart , Witness the Labour of each panting Nerve , My glowing Art'ries and fermenting Bloud , My Dreams all Night , and Musings all the Day Th' innumerable Deaths of ev'ry hour Qu. No more ! I am convinc't you Love too well ! Yet want the pow'r t' enjoin you Love me less . Bru. O Rapture ! killing Sweets and bleeding Joy : It Thunders . Qu. More Prodigies ! then Destiny 's resolv'd On our Divorce And I at last resolve it too ! I 'll take the Courage which this minute gives , And while my Heart will serve me , say Farewell ! Bru. Stay Queen , oh turn ! Love's Farewell cannot pass So smoothly off ! a thousand thousand sighs Shou'd interrupt and break the killing Sound , Kisses should stifle it , Tears drown it , oh , oh ! Think not when banisht from your sight , I 'll toil For Empire , no , to the utmost North I 'll roam , Where no kind Sun shall thaw the Congeal'd Brook To humour with soft Murmurs my Complaints ; Stretcht on its Bank I 'll knit to th' Ground I press , By the neglected Locks Frost-bound to Earth ! Qu. You must not leave me with such dire Resolves , You must my Brutus promise to part hence , And live remov'd from your afflicted Queen , Yet promise to Live happy too , you must , 'T is all I shall enjoin you for my sake In your Eternal Absence . Bru. Bloud and Fire ! I am distracted such another Sound And then your wretched Brutus is no more . Ghost of Asaracus rises . Qu. Shield me ye Pow'rs , turn Prince and view your Friend , Threat'ning and pointing to his blushing Wound . Bru. Asaracus ! that e're that Form should fright me ! Pronounce , what means this Visit from the Grave ? Was then our Friendship of so strong a Tye That Death could not Divorce ? Approach cold Shade , And in my Bosom's warmth I 'll cherish thee . Ghost Descends . Dissolv'd , withdrawn disdaining from my sight E're Fates important Message was Deliver'd ! Qu. His speaking Frowns his Embassy exprest , And the sad Summons I 've sworn t' obey . Bru. Ha , sworn ? recall inhumane Queen , recall The wing'd Oath , e're it reach the Gods. Qu. 'T is fled . Bru. Must then a rash Vow interpose 'Twixt me and Life ? Love spreads a Feast , but you Fix Harpy Vows to drive me from the Dainties ! Qu. Now sacred Pow'rs if e're you will assist Aside . Poor lab'ring Vertue , my resolves secure ! Bru. Permit at least your Slave the priviledge To breathe his last Groans here ! Nor shall the dolefull Cry offend you long , For groveling at your Feet his Griefs and he Will rage themselves into eternal sleep . Qu. Never was such a Spectacle of Woe ! Time's self must stand surpriz'd at our Distress , And stop his Course to gaze on us as Wonders ! Rise Prince , for we must yield to Destiny , Scatter'd and driv'n by an Head-sea of Fate ; Again I swear , that Sun shall be my Last That next beholds your Navy in the Bay , Take a quick Leave , or you resolve my Death . Bru. Oh Love ! Qu. O Death ! Bru. With what Regret I leave these Hills of pleasure ! Leaning on the Queen's Breasts . Mysterious Worlds where all the Seasons meet , The warmth of Summers , and the Winter's Snow . Qu. Enough ! dismiss me from the Rack Adieu ! Bru. One dear last Tast of Bliss . Qu. Take , snatch it and away . Bru. Yet one more Everlasting Last . Qu. I dare not for my Soul farewell . Bru. Kind , Cruel Queen Eternally farewell . Exit . Qu. Racks , Daggers , Poyson , Lead me Amarante . Ama. Compose this Passion : whither ? Qu. Any whither . To a Desart , Death , Eternal Shades , Oh Torture ! Exeunt . Enter Soziman . Soz. This is my Dawn of Pow'r , th' approaching Glory Dazles and wraps me into Ecstasy . The lucky Minute 's come , now for my Bracelet , Which whilst I wear it lockt to my left Arm Treason shall ne'r annoy me , thus I bind Puts it on . My safety to me My Ambassadors Shou'd now arrive Enter the Captain of the Guards . Thy hasty looks prevent thy speech , And tell me they are come . Capt. They wait with all their Troops at the North Gate , Where I have plac't thin Guard , and those made privy To our Design ; the rest will be surpriz'd And yield to unequal Pow'r . Soz. Haste and admit them . Conduct 'em to the Cell , where they may seize Their Royal Prize . I 'll meet ye there . Exit Capt. o' th' Gua. Now comes my Transport ! Ha , what suddain Cramp Distorts my Nerves ? I burn ! my Heart bodes Death ! Hell , am I then mock't with a dream of Empire , A Pageant Prince ? the Monarch of an Hour ? Pernicious Beldame ! 't is the Bracelet ! Oh I 'm poyson'd ! wrapt with hissing Snakes about , Stung in each Pore Furies and threat'ning Fiends Around me glare The Stars shoot madly down , It Thunders , the o're-charg'd Clouds break , break and hurl A show'r of Sulphur on my Head ! Fire , Fire ! Exit tearing his Hair. Scene drawing discovers the Cell , Queen and Amarante come forward . Qu. Room , room , or I shall burst , my Breast will rend And scatter Wild-fires ! ha , who nam'd the Prince ? Spight of our inauspicious Stars he 's brave , Warlike and Soft I cannot breathe without him . Fly Amarante e're he reach the Port , And die to hang the Heavier on his Feet . Bid him return , the Queen has given him leave Rash Maid come back ! Is Amarante grown So base as to officiate in my shame ? O raging misery ! when shall I have Rest ? My sorrows sleep ? they 'l never , never sleep ; Why this unkind Delay ? did I not charge you Fetch back the Prince ? Ama. Yes , and he shall return . Rather then Sail , his Fleet shall burn i' th' Bay. Qu. Stay , I conjure you stay What cruel zeal Prompts you to stab afresh my bleeding Honour ? Convey me to some distant Desart shade , Where I may rove through th'unfrequented Gloom , And fright the list'ning Satyrs with my Cries . Ama. Soft Musick , and complaining Songs may calm This Rage , I 've known it a successfull Charm. Song . Written by Mr. Wright . Bid the sad forsaken Grove To sigh for ever , sigh as much as I. Bid the Dew fall , and the Skie weep apace , Weep like the Queen of Love : It cannot be more show'ry then her Face . Ah hapless Deity , And still more wretched 'cause she may not Die. Can there be further joy in the Celestial store , Now my best Heav'n Adonis is no more , He is no more , no more ! Hark , methinks I hear each Tree Murmur in Parts as sighing Breezes rise And make ( whilst Time their nodding Branches keep ) A mournfull Symphony . The Skies too find a thousand Eyes to weep . Ah you deceitfull Skies , When my Adonis fell where were those Eyes ? Can there be further joy in the Celestial store , Since the sweet Youth Adonis is no more , He is no more , &c. An Alarm . Enter a Souldier of the Guard. Sold. Treason , Treason ! the Cittadel's betray'd , Our Guards by th' Agrigentines are surpriz'd , Part are corrupted and assist the Foe , The rest in vain resist and Loyal die . Ama. Your Cheek's rich Purple fades , your sick'ning Eyes Threat'n a fatal Change ! Heav'n save the Queen ! Qu. My malady at last has prov'd my Cure , My Griefs at last have swell'd to that degree To break my o're-charg'd Heart and give me Ease . Death thou hast shun'd me long , long fail'd my hopes , But now I 've seiz'd thee , and I 'll hold thee fast ! Dies . Ama. Still pale ha , speechless too ? Cold ! Dead ! ah Queen Unkindly hast thou stoln from life and me ! But I 'll pursue thee ev'n to th' other World , Stabs her self . And if Fate 's malice can extend so far Partake thy miseries there . Dies . Alarm again . Enter the Ambassadors with Guards and Attendants . 1. Am. Let slaughter cease , all sheath your Conqu'ring Swords . 2. Amb. Prostrate ? Expir'd ? then let the Conqu'rers blush ! Whilst we so busily engag'd i' th' Fight , Death snatcht the Spoil and bore the Prize away . 1. Amb. O costly Pomp of horrour ! none stand forth T' interpret this dumb Scene ? Enter Soziman with his Cloaths disorder'd Stabbing himself with a Dagger in each Hand . Soz. Here ! here it heaves , but thus I give it vent ; Ha! how the Poyson trickles ! What a Crack Was there ? Again ? the Icy Region breaks , Falls clatt'ring down , the frozen Ruines tumble , And dash the Seas to Heav'n . Sev'n Suns dart through me with their scorching Rays ! My Sinews crack ! my Bones in Splinters break ! Mists , Sulph'rous Mists confound and choak the Day ! Comets and fiery Spectres the Earth yields , We sink , plunge Head-long to Eternal Deeps . Falls dead . 2. Amb. Prodigious ! 1. Amb. In Confusion I am lost . For their Enterments we will first provide , Then back to our expecting Court With mourning Trumpets in slow Marches move , Sad Cypress for Triumphant Lawrels wear . And Fun'ral Flags for Conqu'ring Ensigns bear ! FINIS .
EPILOGUE . By Ragusa rising from under the Stage . HO , ho ! once more to th' hated Light I come To visit ye , and learn the Poet's Doom ; E're I cou'd see the Fortune of his Play , He broke my Charms and hurri'd me away . The Critiques think I have usurpt their Right , And all the mischief I have wrought to Night Encroachment on their proper Province , Spight . I know you do by long Prescription claim A Priviledge to Censure , Rail and Dam ; You pay for Railing , on your Charges flout , And 't is but just you take your Pen'orths out . Hard Fate of Poets ! but ( to make 't appear Witches then Critiques more obliging are , ) Ill teach 'em the sure way to Libertie Let 'em henceforth each others Vouchers be ; For they are now so large a Party grown As cou'd with Number bear the Critiques down . Then on our Stage , th' Adventurers in Wit Shall Trade secure , And Triumph o're the Hogons of the Pit.
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