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Beauty in Distress . A TRAGEDY . As it is Acted at the Theatre in Little Lincolns-Inn-Fields . By His Majesty's Servants .

Written by Mr. Motteux .

With a Discourse of the Lawfulness & Unlawfulness of Plays , Lately written in French by the Learned Father Caffaro , Divinity-Professor at Paris . Sent in a Letter to the Author By a Divine of the Church of England .

LONDON , Printed for Daniel Brown , at the Black Swan and Bible without Temple-bar ; and Rich. Parker at the Unicorn under the Piazza of the Royal Exchange . 1698.

There is newly published , The Usefulness of the Stage , to the Happiness of Mankind , To Government , and To Religion . Occasioned by a late Book , written by Jeremy Collier , M. A. By Mr. Dennis . Printed for Rich. Parker .

To the Honourable Henry Heveningham , Esq SIR ,

AS Beauty in Distress has always found Protection from the Generous and the Brave , to throw herself into honorable Hands and hospitable Walls , she seeks a Patron here ; fearless even of greater Dangers than those she has happily escap'd , when Your condescending Goodness emboldens her to aspire to Favours which her humble Thoughts wou'd scarce permit her to expect . But while my fair Unfortunate rests secure under so auspicious a Roof , my unhappier Hero will inevitably be lost there : He 'll find that Sweetness of Temper , that Gracefulness , that Tenderness of Soul , and every lovely Qualification so much above him , that , where he enters with Pride , he will sit down with Envy . He will find You dividing your equally grateful Conversation betwixt the gravity of the Wise , the gayety of the Witty , and the easy sprightliness of the Fair , and entertaining the Solid , the Ingenious and the Beauteous , so as to improve the first , cheer the second , and charm the last . For , as none seems to have more studied the Art of pleasing those whom the Best deserving wou'd please , so a particular Genius of Gallantry distinguishes You from most of those who make any considerable Figure among the Beau monde . You wisely consider that by such a Spirit the best Men have been inspir'd with Sentiments productive of the noblest Actions , and 't is cheifly owing to such Examples as Your self , that 't is kept up in this degenerating Age , when so many seem fondest of estranging themselves from the most harmless Recreations and Improvements . More happy those , who , like You , are convinc'd , that , by a pleasing Converse with the other Sex , ours insensibly gains that graceful Deportment , that elegant Politeness , and those Accomplishments which the ingenious Fair seldom fail to impart more effectually than the most lavish Nature itself , and even that Love of Glory , which a desire to please 'em awakes or rather inspires in Hearts . In that ingaging Society , Learning soon loses its Pedantry , Youth its Indiscretion , and Bravery its Roughness ; and Man becomes with Ease and Pleasure an absolute Master of those Graces that change a rude Mass into a perfect Gentleman . But I ought not to dwell on the Praise of others , while I have so fair an opportunity to enlarge on Yours . The Character which You have still maintain'd , is what the ablest Pens might be ambitious of Drawing ; but what Colours of Speech shall Rethoric , or Poetry it self , that bolder Painting , use , to do Justice to the great Original ? If like too many others you had need to borrow some Glory from the reflected Lustre of your Ancestry , the remotest Ages wou'd supply you with hereditary Marks of Honor , while we trace up Yours long before the Conquest , and find among the many noble Branches of so Illustrious a Family , some of your Ancestors enriching your Scutcheon in the Holy Wars by extraordinary Atchievements of Honour . and the acquisition of Laurels before the Walls of Jerusalem ; and one particularly , killing in single Combat the Champion of the Saracens before the King and the whole Army , to the immortal Glory of his Name and Country .

But we need not look so far back as to Chronicles and Monuments , when we have living Objects of Admiration ; before us Artful Painters , when they wou'd copy such , endeavour to set every Perfection in its truest light , and either to veil , extenuate , or throw into shades those defects of which Nature is so seldom free ; they strive to heighten every grace , yet so as to preserve the original Likeness , and give an advantageous Idea of what they represent . While thus they flatter Nature , I could only wish the first of these Talents , conscious that I should have no occasion to exert the others , to give a just Idea of your Accomplishments . But extrordinary Qualifications are yet more uneasily describ'd to the Eyes of the Mind , than extraordinary Features to those of the Body , and I have not so much of the Author , but that a Sense of Modesty and my own Incapacity , check my presumptuous Desires . Besides , even Truth it self begins to cease to please the most deserving , when it makes too bold with their Praise ; and the illnatur'd World is apt to term that Flattery , which often is but a just Acknowledgment , and the Incentive , and only Reward of Vertue in this World ; the want of Merit of most Men making 'em displeased to hear the Worth of others , and their Envy and uncharitable Thoughts charging the fairest and most lively Complexions with using Artifice . For my part , I hope never to seem so imprudent as to debase with Flattery the real Worth which I wou'd extol ; I know that thus to add imaginary Virtue to the true , is like the injudicious laying paint on a good Face , where some natural Beauty is wanting , this only serves to disgrace the other Charms , and make Deformity more conspicuous . Yet , without so much as attemping a slight Sketch of your particular Endowments , ( tho most Poetical Dedications have more of the Picture than of the Epistle ) to whom shou'd aspiring writers make their Court , but such as You , by whose countenancing Generosity , Poetry , Music , and other ingenious Arts are incourag'd ? You , whose known Zeal for those whom you espouse , and Humanity to all the world , make every one fond of sharing your Smiles . 'T is as You influence those whom we are proudest of pleasing , that even our most labour'd Pieces must expect to be receiv'd ; and as You supply us with Instructions and Examples , that we are enabled to succeed . 'T is not from the vulgar Order of men that we must learn to write to the Heart , to touch the Soul , to trifle agreeably , be witty without Affectation , solid without Dulness , lofty without Bombast , and familiar without Meanness .

But I ought to finish this Address , lest I usurp some of those Moments which are due to your more entertaining Diversions ; and as the Business of this Epistle is not more to secure to this Tragedy the Honour of your Patronage , than to assure You of the deep Respect of the Author , I cannot conclude better than with a Solemn Protestation of being eternally , with the utmost Veneration .

Your most humble and Most obedient Servant , Peter Motteus .
The PREFACE .

I Have no reason to complain of the Reception which this Tragedy met with , tho it appear'd first at a time not very favourable to Composures of this kind , and divested of all the things that now recommend a Play most to the Liking of the Many . For it has no Singing , no Dancing , no mixture of Comedy , no Mirth , no change of Scene , no rich Dresses , no Show , no Rants , no Similies , no Battle , no Killing on the Stage , no Ghost , no Prodigy ; and , what 's yet more , no Smut , no Profaneness , nor Immorality . Besides : 't is a single Plot , and the whole Story , notwithstanding the great number of Turns in it , is transacted on one individual spot of ground , and in no more Time than the Representation takes up , which is an uncommon Confinement ; the rather if you consider that the Scenes are unbroken , no two and two coming on to talk and then go out meerly because they had no more to say . Here I study'd to bring the Actors to that Place only because they have Business there , and make 'em go away because their concerns call for them elsewhere yet never without leaving some Actor on , from the Beginning to the End of the Act. Add to this the Confinement in writing to a Moral , the whole design tending to make good the last line in the Poem ; and the Difficulty in cloathing a Fiction like this with words that may keep up the dignity of Verse , while the Tale requires all the Freedom and natural Turn of Prose .

I had the satisfaction of seeing the Audience pleasingly surpriz'd by the Turns in the Plot ; and if , as I am willing to believe , they came on somewhat too fast , 't is a Fault which I can with ease avoid another time . Perhaps they only seem so now , because several things were left out , to make the Play the shorter .

Such as it is , it has had the honour of forcing Tears from the fairest Eyes , and what I cannot too thankfully and humbly acknowledge , of being the happy occasion of recommending me to Her Royal Highnesses Bounty ; Her Princely Gift alone outweighing the Benefit of a sixth Representation : This most excellent and pious Princess being pleas'd to encourage thus an inoffensive Writer , doubtless that he may still keep to strict Morality , even in the circumstances of a melancholic Fortune .

I might say something now of the present Disputes about the Lawfulness or Unlawfulnes : of the Stage , but refer you to the following Letter , which ( as the Booksellers , who are men of fair and unquestion'd Reputation , and above countenancing any little trick , can testifie ) was really writ by a worthy Divine of the Church of England .

I cannot be too cautious ; for I find my uninterrupted good success has rais'd me Enemies . But , since 't is common for better Pens than my self to be abus'd by the worst , as long as my Writings continue to be as well receiv'd as they have been from the first , I can calmly leave Envy and Detraction in their deserv'd Obscurity .

I only beg leave to add the following lines , out of a Poem which before I wrote for the Stage I inscrib'd to a reverend Clergyman : As they were then my sentiments , they are , and I hope will be still �

The Poet 's Character of himself . To what hard Fate a Muse her Vot'ries binds , Still forc'd by need to rack their weary'd minds ; To sooth a dull , ungrateful , impious age , Th' eternal Drudges of the Press and Stage ; This moment baffled , thoughtless of the past , Still rich in hopes , and wretched to the last ; Inspir'd by Fits , but oftner dull than wise , And fond of Fame , which yet they sacrifice ! Ah , cruel Fortune , Tyrant of my Life , To Fools so kind , with Poets still at strife , Thou mayst constrain thy Slave to lose his right To dear-bought Fame , the Poet 's best delight ; But never shall my dearer Honour be , Thou Prostitute , a Prostitute to thee . Oh , let me ne're prophane celestial Fire , Quench sacred Flames , or kindle loose Desire ; Or , to base Flatt'ring and Detraction bent , Poyson the Weak , and stab the Innocent . Oh! that my Muse in some Retreat might sing Britain's great Ruler , and Heav'ns greater King ! Ev'n our wing'd Brother-Poets of the Grove Strive here below to rival those above . Each morning they their warbling voices raise , Inspir'd by Nature , Nature's God to praise . The lab'ring Swain by them beguiles his Cares , Yet by his Arts , their callow Brood insnares ; Then , blinded taught t' unlearn their native strain , And cag'd for life , the wretches sing for Grain . So 't is with us , at first by Nature free , Our Lays were sacred as our Deity : But by a selfish World inslav'd , while young , Blinded by Vice , we 're taught a meaner Song : Kept close and bare , we ne're enjoy the Spring , The Town our Cage , where we must starve or sing .
A LETTER FROM A Divine of the CHURCH of ENGLAND , To the Author of the TRAGEDY call'd , BEAVTY in DISTRESS , Concerning the Lawfulness and Unlawfulness of Plays . SIR ,

SINCE you have been pleas'd to desire my Opinion about the lawfulness or unlawfulness of writing Plays for the Stage , I shall give it you with all the Freedom and Impartiality which becomes one of my Function . Vpon reflecting on the present Management of our Theaters , on the Actions , Humors , and Characters which are daily represented there , which are for the most part so Leud and Immodest , as to tend very much to the debauching the Youth and Gentry of our English Nation ; I might very well diswade you from giving any Countenance to such unmanly Practices , by offering any of your Works to the service of the Stage .

But tho the Theatral Representations are become an Offence and Scandal to most , yet I am not of their Mind , who think Plays are absolutely unlawful , and the best way to Reform is wholly to suppress them : For certainly they might be of very great use , not only for the Diversion and Pleasure , but also for the correction and information of Mankind . 'T is no Crime to eat or drink , but the Sin lies in the excessive and immoderate Vse , or rather abuse of those things which we either eat or drink : the Case is much the same with Plays . In their own Nature they are innocent and harmless Diversions ; but then indeed they become sinful and unlawful , to be made , acted , or seen , when they transgress the bounds of Virtue and Religion ; shock our Nature , put our Modesty to the blush ; imprint nauseous and unbecoming Images on our Minds ; and in a word , when they are such as are a scandal to the Author , and an offence to the Audience .

I am not willing ( Sir ) to believe so hardly of the Age , ( tho 't is bad enough in all Conscience ) but that most of the Persons who frequent the Theatres , would be as well pleas'd to see a Play of Decorum and Modesty acted , as they would be to see a leud and Atheistical Comedy . 'T is upon this consideration that I am willing to encourage you in your design of writing Plays for the Stage ; for you have too much Prudence , Honour , and Conscience , to subject the sacred Nine to base and servile ends . 'T is to be hop'd that such as you may be a means of reforming the Abuses of the Stage , and of shewing the World that a Poet may be a man of Sense and Parts , without renouncing his Virtue .

I shall not trouble you at present with any farther Thoughts of my own , but will here give you the sentiments of a very judicious Divine upon this Subject . It seems he was consulted by a Gentleman , whether Plays were lawful or not , and whether he might in Conscience exercise his Parts that way : To this the Divine replies in the ensuing Letter , shewing how far Plays are lawful and necessary , and when they become unlawful and sinful ; the Resolution of this will , I presume , come up to your Purpose .

The LETTER is as follows . SIR ,

I Have avoided as much as I could giving you my Opinion in writing about Plays , considering the niceness of the Subject , and my own Incapacity : But since you press me still to cure you of that scrupulous Fear which lies upon your Mind , I must pass over those two Difficulties , chusing rather to expose my self on your account , than not to ease you of your Doubts . In truth , Sir , the more I examine the Holy Fathers , the more I read the Divines , and consult the Casuists , the less able I find my self to determin any thing in this matter . I had no sooner found something in favour of the Drama among the Schoolmen , who are almost all of them for allowing it , but I perceiv'd my self surrounded with abundance of passages out of the Councils and the Fathers , who have all of them declaim'd against publick Shows .

This Question would have been soon determin'd , if the Holy Scripture had said any thing about it . But as Tertullian very well observes , We no where find that we are as expresly forbidden in Scripture to go to the Circus and Theatre , to see the fightings of Gladiators , or be assisting in any Show , as we are forbid to worship Idols , or the being guilty of Murder , Treason and Adultery . If you read the Scriptures over and over , you will never meet with any express and particular precept against Plays . The Fathers assert that we cannot in Conscience be any ways assisting to the Drama ; the Schoolmen maintain the contrary : Let us therefore endeavour to make use of St. Cyprian's Rule , who says , That Reason is to be heard where Holy Writ is silent ; and let us try to reconcile the conclusions of the Divines with the determination of the Fathers of the Church .

But because 't is a very nice Point , and the question consists in reconciling them together , I will not advance any thing of my own Sentiments , but bring St. Thomas Aquinas to speak for me ; who being on one side a very Religious Father , and Holy Doctor of the Church , and on the other side , the Angel of the School , the Master and Head of all the Divines , seems to me the most proper of any to reconcile the disagreeing Opinions of both parties . In the second part of his Summs , among others , he starts this Question , What we ought to think of Sports and Diversions ? And he returns in answer to himself , That provided they be moderate , he does not only not think them sinful , but in some measure good and conformable to that Virtue which Aristotle stiles Eutrapelia , whose business 't is to set just bounds to our Pleasures . The reason which he alledges for it is this , That a man being fatigu'd by the serious actions of Life , has need of an agreeable Refreshment , which he can find no where so well as in Plays : and to back his Opinion , that great Casuist produces that of St. Augustin in his own words , In short , I would have you take care of your self , for 't is the part of a Wise man , sometimes to unbend his Mind which is too intent upon his Bussness .

Now , continues St. Thomas , How can this relaxation of the Mind be effected , if not by diverting Words or Actions ? 'T is not therefore sinful or unbecoming a wise and virtuous Man , to allow himself some innocent Pleasures . This holy Doctor does even in some sort reckon it a Sin to refrain from Diversion ; Because ( says he ) whatever is contrary to Reason , is vicious ; now 't is contrary to Reason that a man should be so unsociable and hard upon others , as to oppose their innocent Pleasures , never to bear a part in their Diversions , or contribute to 'em by his Words or Actions . Therefore Seneca had a great deal of reason to say upon this occasion , Demean your selves in your Conversation with so much Prudence and Discretion , that none may charge you with being morose , or despise you as one unfit for human Converse : for 't is a Vice to fall out with all Mankind , and thus to be imputed a morose and salvage Creature .

'T is easy , Sir , to determine from those words of that Father , that under the general term of Recreations he comprehends the Drama , when he says , that this unbending of the Mind , which is a Virtue , is perform'd by diverting Words and Actions . Now what is more proper and peculiar to Plays than this , since they only consist in jocose and witty Words and Actions , such as produce delight and recreate the mind ? I do not think you will find in any other Diversion , Words and Actions thus united together . But hearken , I beseech you , once more to this great Scholar .

It seems ( says he ) as if those Players who spend their whole lives on the Stage , did transgress the bounds of innocent Diversion . If then excessive Diversion be a Sin ( as certainly 't is ) the Players are in a state of Sin ; and so likewise are all those who assist at Stage-representations , and they who give any thing to them are , as it were , Abetters of their Sin ; which seems to be false ; for we read in the Lives of the Fathers , that one day it was reveal'd to St. Paphnutius , That in the other Life he should not arrive to a higher degree of Glory than a certain Player .

If the Objection which St. Thomas here starts be nice , his Answer is as delicate and solid . Diversion ( replys this excellent Doctor ) being therefore necessary for the comfort of human Life , we may appoint several Employments for this very end , which are lawful . Thus the Employment of Players being established to afford men an honest Recreation , has nothing in it , in my mind , which deserves to be prohibited ; and I do not look upon them to be in a state of Sin , provided they make use of this sort of Recreation with moderation , that is , provided they neither speak nor act any thing which is unlawful ; mix nothing that is Sacred with Profane , and never act in a prohibited time . And tho they may have no other employment of Life , with respect to other Men , yet with respect to themselves and to God , they have other very serious Employments , such as when they pray to God , govern their Passions , and give Alms to the Poor . From hence I conclude , that those who in moderation pay or assist them are guilty of no Sin , but do an act of justice , since they only give them the reward of their labour . But if any one should squander away his whole Estate upon them , or countenance Players who act after a scandalous and unlawful way , I make no question but that he sins , and gives them encouragement to sin ; and 't is in this sense that St. Augustin's words are to be taken , when he says , That to give one's Estate away to Players , is rather a Vice than a Virtue .

To prove that 't is only the Excess which ought to be condemned in all Sports and Diversions , and that the holy Fathers had no other design in declaiming against Plays , St. Thomas explains what he means by Excess , and lays it down as an indispensible Maxim , That in every thing which may be regulated according to Reason , that which transgresses this Rule is to be reckon'd superfluous , and that which does not come up to it defective . Now , continues he , diverting Words and Actions may be regulated according to Reason : The Excess therefore in them is , when they do not agree to this Rule , or are defective by the Circumstances which ought to be applied to them . 'T is upon this Maxim that we ought to return answer to the Authorities of the Fathers of the Church , since according to St. Thomas , they declaim only against the Excess in Plays , and we shall offer nothing on this subject , but in imitation of this great Doctor , who , as his way was , applying to all the Fathers the Answer which he gives to only one , answers St. Chrysostom in this manner . That eloquent Father had said , that it was not God who was the Author of Sports , but the Devil ; and the more to back what he had advanc'd , produc'd this passage out of holy Writ ; The people sat down to eat and drink , and rose up to play . But St. Thomas is for having those words of the great Chrysostom , to be understood of excessive and immoderate Sports ; and he adds , That Excess in play is a foolish pleasure , stil'd by St. Gregory the Daughter of Gluttony and Sin ; and that in this sense it is written , that the people sat down to eat and drink , and rose up to play . This is the Answer which we are to make to whatever may be objected against us out of the Fathers , and the rather , because in examining them without prejudice , 't is easy to perceive , that if they did declaim so much against the Drama , it was only because in their times its Excess was criminal and immoderate ; whereas had they seen it as 't is now-a-days in France , conformable to good Manners and right Reason , they would not have inveigh'd against it . But Plays as they were acted in the time of our Forefathers , were so abominable and infamous , that those Pious men could not but employ their greatest Zeal against a thing which was so very offensive to the Church . For is it not the excess of Plays , for instance , against which Tertullian cries out , when he says ; Let us not go to the Theatre , which is a particular Scene of Immodesty and Debauchery , where nothing is lik'd but what is disapprov'd elsewhere ; and what is thought most excellent , is commonly what is infamous and lewd . A Player , for instance , acts there with the most shameful and naked Gestures ; Women forgetting the modesty of their Sex , dare do that on the Stage , and in the view of all the World , which others would blush to commit at home where no body could see them . There they represent the Rape of Virgins , the infamous Victims of publick Debauchery ; so much the more wretched , because expos'd to the view of such Women as are suppos'd to be ignorant of such Licentiousness . They are there made the subject of the young mens mirth ; there you are directed to the place where they prostitute themselves ; there they tell you how much they get by their infamous Trade , and there in a word those Strumpets are commended in the presence of those who ought to be ignorant of all those things . I say nothing , adds this Father , of what ought to be buried in eternal silence , for fear that by barely mentioning such horrid Actions , I should in some measure be guilty of them .

But the other Fathers are not so reserv'd as he , and make no scruple to discover all they know about it . You must not imagine that I am ambitious of quoting all they have said : Those matters which are so freely handled in another Language , might prove offensive in ours ; therefore I will only leave you to guess what Exorbitances they have mention'd , by some of those lesser Infamies of which I dare give an account out of their Writings .

Salvian was afraid to say any thing about it : Who ( says he ) can treat of those shameful Representations , those dishonest Speeches , and of those lascivious and immodest Actions , the enormity and offence of which are discoverable by that restraint which they in their own nature impose upon us not to rehearse them ?

Lactantius is not so reserv'd , his most favourable Thoughts about it are these . To what end do those impudent Actions of the Players tend , but to debauch the Youth of the Age ? Their effeminate Bodies in Womens dresses , represent the most lascivious Gestures of the most dissolute . And a little lower , he says , From the licentiousness of Speech , they proceed to that of Action : they , at the instance of the people , strip , debauch'd Women stark naked on the publick Theatre , &c. Pray be you Judge , whether what this Father adds , can be acceptable to modesty .

St. Cyprian , who ex professo composed a Book of publick Shows , describes at large all the infamous Practices there . We may also read something of that abominable Custom of their appearing naked on the Theatres , in St. Chrysostom , St. Jerom , and St. Augustin . The first of these does not scruple comparing those of his time who went to Plays to David , who took pleasure in seeing Bathsheba naked in her Bath ; and saying that the Theatre is the Rendevouz of all manner of Debaucheries , that 't is full of Impudence , Abomination , and Impiety . A more modern Writer ( viz. Alexander ab Alexandro ) describing the Shows of the Antients , and especially their Bacchanalia , gives us such horrible Pictures of their publick Infamies and Prostitutions , that I should tremble to repeat them . You may imagin , Sir , there could be nothing of good in them , since the infamous Heliogabalus was the Author of some of them . But lest you should suppose that Plays were much the same as they are now ; and that 't was only to disswade the faithful from frequenting the Stage , that the Fathers represented it in such frightful Colours ; let us consult profane Authors . Valerius Maximus , speaking of the detestable Custom which the Romans had , of exposing upon the Theatre the naked Bodies of debauch'd Women , and the naked Bodies of young Boys , relates of M. P. Cato , that he being one day at those sights , and understanding by his Favourite Favonius , that out of the Respect which they bore to him , the People were asham'd to desire the Players should appear naked on the Theatre ; this great man withdrew , that he might not by his presence hinder that which was so customary . Seneca gives us the same Account of Cato , and commends him for his being unwilling to see those debauch'd Women naked . I dare not repeat to you the words of Lampridius , because they are too fulsom , when he says , that the Emperor Heliogabalus , who in a Play represented Venus , showed himself all naked upon the Stage with the utmost signs of Impudence . We also find that the public Shows of the Antients were as dreadfully impious , as they were immoral . There ( says St. Chrysostom ) they blaspheme the Name of God , and no sooner have the Players vented a blasphemous Expression , but a loud Applause follows . This is what oblig'd the third Council of Carthage by a Canon to condemn Players as Blasphemers : Let not the Laicks themselves be present at the Shows , for it has been always unlawful for any Christian to go into the Company of Blasphemers .

Now who would not cry down the Stage , if it were so full of Immorality and Profaneness ? There is no need of being one of the Fathers , the Light of Nature is sufficient to condemn so great an Excess . Thus we read in St. Chrysostom , That certain Barbarians having heard of those Theatral Plays , express'd themselves in those terms worthy of the greatest Philosophers , viz. 'T is fit that the Romans , when they invented this kind of Pleasures , should be look'd upon as Persons who had neither Wives nor Children . And Alcibiades among other things is commended for having cast a certain Comedian , nam'd Eupolis , into the Sea , for being so impudent as to repeat some infamous Verses in his presence , adding at his Punishment this Expression , Thou hast plung'd me often in the debaucheries of the Stage , and for once I will plunge thee into the depths of the Sea.

You may easily perceive , Sir , that all those passages out of the Fathers , and a thousand others which I could produce out of them against Stage-Plays , prove nothing against the Drama as it now stands in France . It would be superfluous to stand making a Comparison between the one and the other ; I desire that you would only take notice , that far from weakning the Doctrine of St. Thomas , all that has been hitherto alledg'd serves only to strengthen it : For 't is only against the Excess of the Stage that the Fathers appear'd so zealous , whereas if they had found it divested of those unhappy Circumstances which then attended it , they would have been of St. Thomas's Opinion , and at least have look'd upon it as indifferent .

I thought it proper to relate all this to you before I ventur'd to discover my own Thoughts on this Subject ; and upon those indisputable Principles which I have laid down , I affirm , that in my Judgment , Plays in their own Nature , and taken in themselves , independent from any other Circumstance whether good or bad , ought to be reckon'd among the number of things purely indifferent . Upon due examination you will find it to be the Opinion even of Tertullian and St. Cyprian , the two who seem to declaim most against the Drama .

To begin with Tertullian , at the same time that he abominates the infamy of publick Shows , he starts this Objection to himself : God ( says he ) has made all things , and given them to men , and consequently they are all good , such as the Circus , Lions , Voices , &c. What then makes the use of them unlawful ? To this he answers , That 't is true , all things were instituted by God , but that they were corrupted by the evil Spirit : That Iron , for instance , is as much God's Creature as Plants and Angels ; that notwithstanding this , God did not make these Creatures to be instruments of Murder , Poison , and Magick , tho men by their Wickedness deprave them to those Uses ; and that what renders a great many things evil , which in their own nature are indifferent , is not their Institution but Corruption . From hence , if we apply this way of arguing to publick Shows , it follows , that consider'd in their own nature , they are as harmless as Angels , Plants , and Iron ; but that 't is the evil Spirit that has chang'd , perverted , and spoil'd ' em . You see then that Tertullian has reckon'd Stage-Plays among indifferent Actions , and that what he condemns in them is only the Excess .

St. Cyprian , speaking of David's dancing before the Ark , owns that there is no harm in dancing or singing ; but yet , says he , this is no excuse for Christians , who are present at those lascivious Dances and impure Songs , which are in honour of Idols . Whence 't is easy for you to infer , that this holy Doctor does not absolutely condemn Dancing , Singing , Operas , and Comedies , but only those Shows that represented Fables after the lascivious manner of the Greeks and Romans , and which were celebrated in honour of Idols . This is likewise St. Bonaventure's Opinion , who says expresly , That shows are good and lawful if they are attended with necessary Precautions and Circumstances . The great Albertus his Master taught him this Doctrine : and the words which I met with upon this Subject in St. Antoninus , Archbishop of Florence , are so pertinent that I cannot forbear inserting them here . The profession of a Comedian ( says he ) because it is useful for the Diversion of men which is requisite , is not forbidden in its own nature : from whence it follows , that it is no less lawful to get one's Livelihood by this Art , &c. And in another place , Comedy is a mixture of pleasant Speeches and Actions , for the Diversion of a mans self , or for that of ather . If nothing is mix'd in it either unbecoming , or an Affront to God , or prejudicial to one's Neighbour , 't is an effect of that Virtue which is call'd Eutrapelia ; for the Mind which is fatigu'd by internal Cares , as the Body is by external Labour , has as much need of Repose as the Body has of Nourishment . This Repose is procur'd by those kind of diverting Speeches and Actions which are call'd Plays . Can any thing , Sir , be said of greater weight in favour of Comedy ? Yet he who says it , is a Man of undoubted sanctity : How comes it to pass that he does not declaim as loudly against it , as the Antients did ? 'T is because the Drama grows more correct and perfect every day ; and I have observ'd in reading the Holy Fathers , that the nearer they come to our times , the more favourable they are to Plays , because the Stage was not so licentious as before . Thus likewise we see , that it is not prohibited by the Saint of our times , the great Francis de Sales , who might without dispute serve as a pattern to all Directors . And Fontana de Ferrara in his Institutes relates , That the famous Saint , Charles Borromeus , allow'd Stage-Plays in his Diocess , by an Order in the year 1583. yet upon condition , that before they were acted they should be revis'd and licens'd by his grand Vicar , for fear any thing which is immodest should be in them . This pious and learned Cardinal did then allow of modest Comedies , and condemn'd only the Immodest and Profane , as appears by the third Council which he held at Milan in the year 1572.

Beside this multitude of Testimonies which are in my favour , I might likewise form a strong Proof taken from the Words and Practice of the Holy Fathers in general , and observe that those who have cry'd out so mightily against the Stage , have been as violent in declaiming against playing at Cards , Dice , &c. They have inveigh'd against Banquets and Feasts , against Luxury and gaudy Dresses , against lofty Buildings , magnificent Houses , rich Furniture , rare Painting , &c. St. Chrysostom has whole Homilies upon this Subject : we find a particular Catalogue of them in the Pedagogue of St. Clement Alexandrinus : St. Augustin treats very largely of them in most of his Works , and particularly in his Letter to Possidonius . St. Cyprian quoted by the same St. Augustin , St. Gregory , in a word , all the Fathers have warmly declaim'd claim'd against the luxury and richness of Apparel ; sometimes exciting us to follow the Example of St. John Baptist , who for the Austerity of his Life was so highly commended by our Saviour . And yet we find that they did not raise so many doubts of Conscience in mens Minds upon this score , as they did upon the account of Stage-Plays ; and none made a scruple either of wearing Habits sutable to their Quality , nor of living at ease , provided they did it within the compass of Modesty and Moderation . Why then should we not extend this Indulgence to Shows , and affirm , that as the Reproaches of the Doctors of the Church are applicable to Luxury , Intemperance , and Prodigality , but not to the innocent and moderate use of the good things of this Life , so we may interpret their words of immoral and profane Plays , but not of those that do not transgress the Rules of Prudence and Morality ?

To prove ( says Albertus Magnus ) that the Scripture does not condemn Plays , Dancing , and Shows , consider'd singly , and without those offensive Circumstances which make them condemnable ; do not we read in Exodus , That Miriam the Prophetess , the Sister of Aaron , took a Timbrel in her hand , and all the Women went out after her with Timbrels and with Dances , Exod. 15. 20 ? Does not the Royal Prophet say ( Psal. 68. 25 , 27. ) That Benjamin was among the Damsels who played with Timbrels ? Nay , does not God himself , by the Mouth of Jeremiah , Chap. 31. 4. promise the Jews , that upon their return from Chaldee , they should play upon Timbrels , and go forth in the Dances of them that make merry ? Therefore ( concludes Albertus Magnus ) Dances and Pleasures are not in themselves sinful or unlawful , but made so by the criminal Circumstances added to them : and I would not enjoin a Penitent to abstain from them , since God himself not only permits , but promises them . And indeed take away the Excess which may possibly creep into Dramatick Representations , and I know no harm in them : For 't is a kind of speaking Picture , wherein are represented Histories or Fables for the Diversion , and very often for the Instruction of men .

Hitherto we find nothing amiss in the Design of the Stage ; but perhaps its enemies will object , that it must needs be bad however , because 't is prohibited . I protest , Sir , I never yet thought the Prohibition of any thing made it sinful , but on the contrary , that the Viciousness of it made it to be prohibited . But let us consult those places of Scripture which seem to forbid Plays , and such like Shows , and try to explain them , not as we please , but by the words of the greatest Doctors . Albertus Magnus , who has collected all those Passages , shall give us the Explanation of them . The first which he mentions is that of St. Paul , who seems to reduce all those Sports to immodesty ; for the Apostle exhorting men to avoid that Sin , expresses himself thus , 1 Cor. 10. As some of them fell into Impurity , of whom it is written , The People sat down to eat and drink , and rose up to play . The second is taken out of Exodus , Chap. 32. where we find that Dances were first invented before Idols ; and by this they prove that 't is an idolatrous Institution , to excite men to impurity . The third is that of Isaiah , Chap. 3. who in the Name of God denounces great Threatnings against those kind of Sports ; Because the Daughters of Zion are haughty , and walk with stretched forth Necks , and wanton Eyes , walking and tripping as they go , and making a tinkling with their Feet : Therefore the Lord will smite with a scab the crown of the Head of the Daughters of Zion , &c. And lastly , 't is pretended that St. Paul includes all publick Sights in those famous words , 1 Thess. 5. 22. Abstain from all appearance of Evil. But Albertus Magnus returns this Reply to all those Passages , That Dancing , &c. which are not in their own nature evil , may become so by being attended with those unhappy Circumstances which St. Paul is to be understood to speak of : That 't is false to assert that they never danc'd but before Idols ; and that it has been done upon other occasions , witness Miriam the Sister of Moses and Aaron , whom we formerly mention'd : That God by the Mouth of his Prophet , reproves only those impudent Gestures , with which the dancing of the Jews was attended . And lastly , That St. Paul forbids even the appearance of real Evil , and not of that which may become so by Accident and bad Circumstances .

But you will say , If Plays are good in themselves , why are the Actors of them noted with Infamy in Justinian's Institutes ? But pray let me ask you a Question or two ; Does that Soldier sin who runs away in Battel for fear of being kill'd ? Or does a young Widow , who cannot live single , commit a mortal Sin by marrying a second Husband before her year is up ? and yet the same Book brands both of them with a note of Infamy , and a thousand other Persons whose Actions are not criminal . 'T is therefore a very weak Consequence to prove the sinfulness of an Action , because 't is noted as infamous : Suppose it true , that Players were infamous by acting on the Stage , I would fain know why the Youth of the Universities , and other Persons very prudent , and sometimes of the best Quality , who for their own Diversion , and without scandal act Parts in Play , are not as infamous as the common Players . I hope none will say , 't is because the latter act to get by it , whereas the others do it for their Diversion , for that is a very wretched Argument . Suppose any Action be evil in it self , what signifies it whether a Man gets by it or no ? It will still be evil , and no Circumstance can alter its nature : So that as a perjur'd Man , or a Calumniator , branded with Infamy by the Law you cited , will be always infamous , let them be in what circumstances soever ; so Plays cannot be represented upon any occasion or motive whatever , without incurring the stain of Infamy , which you say is cast upon it . But to understand the meaning of the Laws , 't is requisite to have recourse to those Doctors who have expounded them . Pray see what the famous Baldus says on this Subject ; The Players who act in a modest way , either to divert themselves or please others , and who commit nothing against good Manners , are not to be reputed infamous . You perceive then according to this Commentator , that the Infamy falls only on those who act infamous Plays .

Since time changes every thing , Men of Equity ought to consider things in the time wherein they are . Were not the Physicians themselves turn'd out of Rome as infamous Persons ? And in the esteem wherein now they are , is there the least sign of their Infamy remaining ? Why then should any Reflection stick on so ingenious a Profession , which in France ( and perhaps elsewhere ) is become rather the School of Virtue than that of Vice ? The reason why formerly Players were declar'd infamous , was the Infamy so predominant in the Plays which they acted , and the Infamy which they themselves added to it by their shameful way of acting . But now since that Reason is out of doors , without doubt its Consequences are abolish'd ; and if any Consequences are to be drawn from it , 't is that Plays being altogether unblameable , those who act them , provided they live honestly , ought not to be reckon'd among the number of dishonourable Persons . This is so far true , that the being a Player does not degrade any Man's Quality . Floridor , who is said to have been the greatest Player France ever had , being a Gentleman by Birth , was not judg'd unworthy of that Title upon the account of his Profession : And when enquiry was made about the false Nobless , he was admitted by the King and Council to make out the truth of his , which by right of Inheritance descended to his Posterity . Those of the Opera , if born Gentlemen , by the establishment of that Academy of Musick , are not to lose their Quality : Now are there Prerogatives for the one which are not to be allow'd the other ? And if there be any distinction between them , have not all Ages determin'd it in favor of Comedy , since by the consent of all Nations , Poetry is the elder Sister of Musick ?

Several Doctors ( you say ) or at least such as pretend to be so , have shown you certain Rituals , which forbid the Confessors to administer the Sacraments to Players , which they confirm by the Authority of several Councils . To this I answer , That those Rituals , and the Canons of those Councils , only mean it of such Players who act scandalous pieces , or who act them immodestly . But let those People tell you what difference they make between Stage-plays and other kinds of Sports ; for as to the Rituals , the Canons , the Councils , &c. they make none , but equally prohibit them all . Yet your Doctors who talk so loudly of the Fathers and Councils , do not so scrupulously follow their Decisions against Gaming and other Sports . We find that the Abbots , Priests , Bishops and Ecclesiasticks make no difficulty of playing , and pretend that all the Censures of the Fathers ought to be understood of the excess in Sports , and not of those which are moderate , and us'd without much application to pass away a little time . Why then should not the same thing be urg'd , and the same Indulgence allow'd in behalf of Plays , since we find such a Dispensation with respect to other Sports ? Besides , should you ask the Bishops and Prelates what they think of Plays , they would declare , that when they are modest , and have nothing in them which wounds Morality and Christianity , they do not pretend to censure them . And even if they were silent in the case , one may guess at their Opinion by their Conduct , since in those very Diocesses where those severe Rituals are us'd , Plays are acted , tolerated , and perhaps approv'd . If they are bad , why are they tolerated ? As they are acted at Paris , I see no fault in them . 'T is true , I cannot pass a definitive Judgment upon them , since I never go to see them : But there are three very easy ways of knowing what is done at the Theatres , and I acknowledg that I have made use of all three . The first is to inform one self of it by Men of Parts and Probity , who out of that horror they have to Sin , would not allow themselves to be present at those sort of Shows , if sinful . The next is , to judg by the Confessions of those who go thither of the evil Effects which Plays produce upon their Minds . The third is the reading of the Plays : and I protest that by these ways I have not been able to discover the least appearance of the excess which the Fathers with so much Justice condemn'd in Plays . A world of People of eminent Virtue , and of a very nice , not to say scrupulous Conscience , have been forced to own to me that the Plays on the French Theatre are at present so pure , that there is nothing in them which can offend the chastest Ear : Every day at Court the Bishops , Cardinals , and Nuncio's of the Pope make no scruple to be present at them ; and it would be no less Impudence than Folly , to conclude that all those great Prelates are profane Libertines , since they authorize the Crime by their presence . 'T is rather a sign that the Plays are so pure and regular , that none need be asham'd or afraid to see them . I have likewise sometimes made a Reflection ( which to me seems of some weight . ) Upon casting my Eyes on the Bills pasted up at the corners of Streets , wherein all manner of Persons are invited to come to the Plays which are acted by the King's Authority , and by his Majesty's Servants : I thought to my self , if they invited People to some bad Action , to be in infamous places , &c. 't is certain that the Magistrates would be so far from allowing the publication of those Bills , that they would severely punish the Authors of them , who abus'd the King's Authority , by inviting his good Subjects to the commission of such Enormities . Therefore concluded I , 't is plain that Plays are not so bad , since the Magistrates do not put them down , nor the Prelates make any opposition to them , and since they act by the privilege of a religious Prince , who would not by his presence authorize a Crime , of which he would be more guilty than others .

As to Confessions , I could never by their means find out this pretended mischief of Plays : For if it were the source of so many Crimes , it would from thence follow that the Rich who frequent the Theatres , would be the greatest Sinners ; and yet we find that 't is pretty equal , and that the Poor who never saw a Play are as guilty as the Rich of Anger , Revenge , Uncleanness , and Pride . I would therefore rather conclude , and that with some reason too , that those Sins are the effects of human Weakness or Malice , which take an occasion of sinning from all manner of Objects indifferently .

As to the reading of the Plays which are now acted in France , I never could find in those I have perus'd , any thing which could any ways offend Christianity or good Manners . The greatest fault that can be found in them is , that most of the Subjects are taken out of Fables ; and yet what harm is there in that ? They are such Fables out of which may be taken very fine Instructions of Morality , capable of inspiring Men with a love of Virtue , and a detestation of Vice. These are the words of a very great Man ( Peter Bishop of Blois ) who maintains , That 't is lawful to extract Truths out of Heathen Fables , and that 't is no more than receiving Arms from our very Enemies .

To leave nothing unresolv'd , let me examin the Precautions which the Doctors give us in going to a Play. As to the lawfulness of the Drama , St. Thomas , St. Bonaventure , St. Antonine , and above all Albertus Magnus has said that in all Sports we ought to take care of three things . The first is , that we should not seek for Pleasure in immodest Words or Actions , as they did in the times of the Antients ; an unhappy Custom which Cicero laments in these words : There is a kind of jesting which is sordid , insolent , wicked , and obscene . The second thing we are to take care of , says Albertus , is , that when we would refresh our Spirits , we should not entirely lose the Gravity of the Soul , which gives St. Ambrose occasion to say : Let us beware , lest in giving our Spirits some Relaxation , we lose the harmony of our Souls , where the Virtues form an agreeable Consort . And the third Condition required in our Sports , as well as in all the other Actions of our Lives , is , that they be sutable to the Person , Time and Place , and regulated by all the other Circumstances which may render them inoffensive . It would be easy for me to prove that none of these Qualifications are wanting to the Plays , as they are in France ; from whence you ought to conclude that they are good and allowable .

After all I have said for Plays , you cannot question but they ought to be such as are free from all immodest Speeches and Actions . You have told me your self , that the Players are very careful of this point , and that they would not so much as suffer , when they accept of any piece , that it should have any thing in it indecent , licentious , equivocal , or the least word under which any poison might be conceal'd .

We have very severe Laws in France against Blasphemers ; they are bor'd through the Tongue , they are condemn'd even to be burn'd : and should we caress the Players , or give them any privilege if they were Blasphemers , Libertines , or Profane ?

We own , say our Reformers , that they dare not openly speak any thing that is profane , nor act upon the Stage those Infamies which were formerly acted there , but there is still something remaining of its primitive Corruption disguis'd under gay Names . Is there any Play acted now , where there is not some Love-intrigue or other ? where the Passions are not represented in all their light ? and where mention is not made of Ambition , Jealousy , Revenge and Hatred ? A dangerous School for Youth , where they are easily dispos'd to raise real Passions in their Hearts by seeing feign'd ones represented ! The first Duty of a Christian is to suppress his Passions , and not to expose himself to the growth of them ; and by a necessary Consequence , nothing is more pernicious than that which is capable of exciting them .

A fine Speech this for a rigid Declaimer , but not sound enough for an equitable Divine ! Is there no difference , think ye , between an Action or a Word which may by accident raise the Passions , and those which do it in reality ?

The last are absolutely unlawful and sinful ; and tho it might happen that a Man might be unmov'd by them , yet we are oblig'd to avoid them , because 't is only by chance that they produce not their effect , whereas in their own nature they are always attended with pernicious Consequences . But for those Actions and Words which may by accident raise the Passions , we cannot justly condemn them ; and we must even fly to Desarts to avoid them ; for we cannot walk a Step , read a Book , enter a Church , or live in the World , without meeting with a thousand things capable of exciting the Passions . Must a Woman because she is handsom never go to Church , for fear of exciting the Lust of a Debauchee ? Must the Great in Courts , and the Magistrates lay aside that Splendor which is becoming , and perhaps necessary to them , for fear of exciting Ambition , and a desire of Riches in others ? Must a man never wear a Sword for fear of being guilty of Murder ? This would be ridiculous : and tho by misfortune a Scandal happen , and an occasion of sinning be taken , 't is a Passive , not an Active Scandal , ( pardon those School-terms ) 't is an Occasion taken , not given , which kind alone we are order'd to avoid ; for as to the first , 't is impossible to avoid it , and sometimes , to foresee it .

All Histories ( not excepting the Bible ) make use of such words as express the Passions , and relate great Actions of which they have been the Cause . And will it be a Crime to read History , because we may there meet with something which may be an occasion of our falling ? By no means , unless it be a scandalous , profane and loose History , such a one as does infallibly stir up dangerous Passions , and then 't is no longer an occasion taken , but given . But this is not the Character of our Plays ; for tho they speak of Love , Hatred , Ambition , Revenge , and the like , 't is not done with an Intention of exciting those kinds of Passions in the Audience ; nor are there any such scandalous Circumstances in them , as will infallibly produce such mischievous Effects in their Minds . Besides , as the wise Lycurgus said , Shall we destroy all the Vines , because some men get drunk with the juice of the Grape ? An ill use has and may be made of the most Sacred things , such as are the Holy Scriptures , and consequently of the most indifferent and least serious : yet neither the one nor the other ought to be forbidden , unless we would forbid every thing that may be put to an ill Use.

As to the second Qualification which our Casuists require in Sports , which is to avoid breaking the Harmony of the Soul by the excess and length of our Pleasures ; it may be said , that neither those who go to Plays , nor those who compose them , nor those who act them , so far unbend their Minds , as to destroy that just disposition of Soul. As for the first , they have their Liberty to go or stay away ; and after a days Labour , two Hours of Refreshment may be allow'd . As for the Authors and Players , whose Profession seems to be one contied Diversion , they do not certainly look upon their Lives to be a Play , since they have other serious Business in their Families , besides the common Duties of Christians to perform .

As for the circumstance of Time , of which our Casuists would have us take care , it is observed in France , where they never act but at proper Hours . One of the things against which the Fathers declaim'd the most was , the time of acting the Plays ; they lasted the whole day , and People had scarce any time to go to Church . Thus St. Chrysostom complains ; That the Christians in his time , and in his Diocess , did not only go to Plays , but were so intent upon them that they staid whole days at those infamous Sights , without going one moment to Church . St. John of Damascus condemn'd the same Excess , in these words , There are several Towns where the Inhabitants are from morning to night Feasting their Eyes with all manner of Sights , and in hearing always immodest Songs , which cannot chuse but raise in their Minds wicked Desires . Is there any thing to be found like this in our Plays ? They begin at five or six a Clock , when Divine Service is over , the Prayers and Sermon ended ; when the Church Doors are shut , and People have had time enough to bestow on Business and Devotion ; and they end about eight or nine .

As for the Circumstance of Places , 't is observ'd in France ; for , whereas formerly they acted in Churches , now they have publick Theatres for the purpose .

The Circumstance of the Persons is also observ'd , for those who Act are civil People , who have undertaken the Employ , and generally behave themselves in it with Decency ; at least there are as few ill Men among them , as in other Professions : their Vice arises from their own corrupt Nature , and not from the State or Calling they are in , since all are not like them . I have convers'd , and am particularly acquainted with some of them , who out of the Theatre , and in their own Families , live the most exemplary Life in the World : and you have told me your self , that all of them in general , out of their common Stock , contribute a considerable Sum to pious and charitable Uses ; of which the Magistrates and Superiors of the Convents could give sufficient Testimony . I question whether we can say as much of those zealous Persons who inveigh so loudly against them .

I am conscious , Sir , that some People will blame me for having follow'd the most favourable Opinion concerning Plays ; for 't is now the Fashion to teach an Austere Doctrine , and not to practise it : but I assure you I have wholly been govern'd by Truth , wishing still to observe that Father's Rule who directs us to form our Actions by the most severe Opinions , and our Doctrine by the most indulgent . I am ,

SIR , Yours , &c.

BY this judicious Dissertation , you may find your whole desire satisfied : You see he has brought the Schoolmen to speak in favour of the Drama , and has explain'd the Invectives of the Fathers against it , so as to make them on its side . He has answer'd the most material Objections which can be brought against the Stage , and given very necessary Precautions to such as go to the Play-houses : You perceive 't is a French Divine , * , [ Father Caffaro , Brother to the Duke of � ] one of the Romish Religion , who has given us his Thoughts in this Letter ; and 't is in behalf of the Plays acted in France that he has here argu'd . But were he to see our English Stage , he would never say such fine things of it ; unless he saw it stockt only with Plays and Entertainments , innocently Diverting , and strictly Moral ; as those which you have hitherto so successfully publish'd , are generally allow'd to be .

Give me leave before I conclude , to thank you for the sight of your Beauty in Distress , which I 'l assure you pleas'd me so much in the reading , that I scarce imagin how it can yield greater satisfaction to those that see it Acted . Were it not for offending you , I might justly enlarge my self in its Commendation ; but I forbear , since a perusal of it will give an Idea of it much above what can be said by ,

SIR , Your real Friend to serve you
To my Friend , the AVTHOR . 'T IS hard , my Friend , to write in such an Age , As damns not only Poets , but the Stage . That sacred Art , by Heav'n it self infus'd , Which Moses , David , Salomon have us'd , Is now to be no more : The Muses Foes Wou'd sink their Maker's Praises into Prose . Were they content to prune the lavish Vine Of straggling Branches , and improve the Wine , Who but a mad Man wou'd his Faults defend ? All wou'd submit ; for all but Fools will mend . But , when to common sense they give the Lie , And turn distorted Words to Blasphemy , They give the Scandal ; and the Wise discern , Their Glosses teach an Age too apt to learn. What I have loosly , or profanely writ , Let them to Fires ( their due desert ) commit . Nor , when accus'd by me , let them complain : Their Faults and not their Function I arraign . Rebellion , worse than Witchcraft , they pursu'd : The Pulpit preach'd the Crime ; the People ru'd . The Stage was silenc'd : for the Saints wou'd see In fields perform'd their plotted Tragedy . But let us first reform : and then so live , That we may teach our Teachers to forgive . Our Desk be plac'd below their lofty Chairs , Ours be the Practice , as the Precept theirs . The moral part at least we may divide , Humility reward , and punish Pride : Ambition , Int'rest , Avarice accuse : These are the Province of the Tragic Muse. These hast thou chosen ; and the public Voice Has equal'd thy performance , with thy choice . Time , Action , Place , are so preserv'd by thee That ev'n Corneille , might with envy see Th' Alliance of his tripled Unity . Thy Incidents , perhaps , too thick are sown ; But too much Plenty is thy fault alone : At least but two , can that good Crime commit ; Thou in Design , and Wycherley in Wit. Let thy own Gauls condemn thee if they dare ; Contended to be thinly regular . Born there , but not for them , our fruitful Soil With more Increase rewards thy happy Toil. Their Tongue infeebled , is refin'd so much , That , like pure Gold , it bends at ev'ry touch : Our sturdy Teuton , yet will Art obey , More fit for manly thought , and strengthen'd with Allay . But whence art thou inspir'd , and Thou alone To flourish in an Idiom , not thine own ? It moves our wonder , that a foreign Guest Shou'd over-match the most , and match the best . In underpraising , thy Deserts I wrong : Here , find the first deficience of our Tongue : Words , once my stock , are wanting to commend So Great a Poet , and so Good a Friend . JOHN DRYDEN .
PROLOGUE . Enter a Player . Play.

Gentlemen , I am sent to acquaint you , that , by reason of an Accident , there can be no Prologue spoke to day ; but the Play will begin immediately .

Enter Mr. Bowen . Mr. Bowen . HOw 's that ? No Prologue ? go , this must not be ; I 'll rather speak one now extempore . [ Exit Player . Stay : How shall I begin ? � I have it now � Gallants ! � Hold ! I forgot to make my Bow. [ Bows . Gallants , Our Author � Ay , that 's well begun , Our Author � To � For � hold , I can't go on : This Modesty does strangely balk a Man. Why should I strive to help these Tragic Actors ? Hang 'em , they make you dull , like any Doctors . Well , if for nothing but grave Stuff you 're all , I too will rant , and toss my awful Head , Till from the Battlements of yon' high Wall The Mob look pale to see me look so red . But what shall I say next ? � O! Stay , I 've got The Epilogue ; I 'll speak it now . Why not ? More Poet-Bays than one , when all things fail , Turn thus the Tail to Head , and Head to Tail. I hate to sneak in , and be hist away , Begging for Mercy , when you 've damn'd the Play � Prompter , take th' Epilogue , and prompt me right ; We 're always damn'd imperfect the first night . [ The Prompter takes a Paper from him , and retires to prompt . Prompter . You 've seen the Play. Mr. Bo. How 's that ? Prom. You 've seen the Play � Mr. Bo. You 've seen the Play ! Why , that won't do ? But stay . We 'l let that pass ; if you han't seen 't , you may . What 's next ? Prom. You think � Mr. Bo. You think your time mispent ; But know , 't was studied to be play'd in Lent ; A time when some of you so nice were grown , Y' abstain'd from ev'ry kind of Flesh , but one . You Topers , leaving Wine , to grow devout , Got only drunk in Darby , Punch and Stout . Nay ev'n we Players , not over-godly neither , Fasted the week , that none of you came hither . But that 's no Fast to what poor Poets fear . If his Play 's damn'd , he keeps Lent all the year . Now you , instead of fasting , went to spark it , To race , cock , bet , and lose by Stiff-Dick at New Market ; While drooping here we did your Loss condole , Tugging with Viva viva Barbacole . So we laid this Play by , when you were gone , For you Sparks now to mortify upon ; You know a Reformation's coming on . Then bear these moral Scenes with Resignation , T'inure you to be ween'd from darling Fornication .
The EPILOGUE , Spoken by Mrs. Bracegirdle . POys'ning and stabbing you have seen me scape , And , what you think no mighty thing , a Rape : But can poor Poet scape , like richer Drudges , The dreadful Votes of his five hundred Judges ? He has no Epilogue . What shall he do ? H 'as sent me a Petition here for you . That 's it � Cry ' Mercy ! That 's a Billetdoux . [ She pulls out a Paper , and puts it up in haste ; then pulls out a Petition , and reads it . ] Reads . To you great Wits , dread Critics , nicest Beaux ! Gay Sparks with borrow'd Wit , and Masks with borrow'd [ Clothes ! You , who to chat or ogle fill yond' Benches , Or tempt with Love our modest Orange Wenches ! Rakes , Cuckolds , Ci�� , Squires � Cullies great and small ! I think , Sirs , this P�tition's to you all . [ Speaks this line of her self . Reads . The trembling Author , by this short Petition , Most humbly shows , he 's in a sad condition : Doom'd to be thought profane , or write dull Trash , Venture Damnation , or some Zealot's Lash : H 'as chose to trust your Clemency to live , For well he knows , that sometimes you forgive . Then spare these Scenes , and let all People see Plays may be lik'd , yet grave and moral be . Seem pleas'd and edifi'd to go away , And your Petitioner shall never pray � Without remembring you and his third day . [ Here ends the Petition . ] Now , Sirs , I 'd know what you would have him ask ? As for you Rakes , that 's no uneasy Task , Good Wine for you , full Pockets , and a Mask . And for you , Masks , still in your Pray'rs � but stay , Who ever knew a Vizard Mask to pray ? For Cits , he shou'd ask Trade ; for Courtiers , Places ; For Squires , more Wit ; and for you , Beaux , more Graces , Kind trusting Taylors , full Wigs , and new Faces ; And for you , Jockeys , better luck at Races : For Sharpers wealthy Bubbles , and much Play ; For Souldiers , no more fighting , and full Pay. But 't were in vain to mention ev'ry Head , I guess a Poet's Pray'rs are quickly said ; He seldom prays but to avoid his Curse , An empty Play-house , and an empty Purse . Yet , Ladies , for your Smiles Ours chiefly prays : You make a Muse , and ev'vy Spirit raise . Grace this first Offspring of his Tragic Vein With one kind Smile , that 's his most valu'd Gain .
Dramatis Personae . MEN. Mr. Betterton . Don VINCENTIO disguis'd like a Black , by the Name of MORAT . In love with Placentia . Mr. Verbruggen . RICARDO , in love with Placentia , contracted to Laura . Mr. Kynaston . D. FERDINAND Governor of Lisbon . Mr. Hodgson . D. FABIANO his Son in love with Placentia . Mr. Arnold . ZEMET , a Black , Vincentio's Servant . Captain of a Brigantine . His Lieutenant . Two Monks . Bravoes . Sailors . Guards . Servants . WOMEN . Mrs. Barry . LAURA a Widow Lady , privately contracted to Ricardo . Mrs. Bracegirdle . PLACENTIA . Mrs. Moore . MORELLA . Mrs. Prince . MELINDA . Laura's two Children , Women , &c.

SCENE

An Antichamber in D. Vincentio's House in Lisbon .

The Time of Action from 5 to 8 in the Evening .

Beauty in Distress : A TRAGEDY . ACT I. The Scene throughout the Play is an Anti Chamber . Enter Vincentio in a Moorish-Dress , his Skin black'd over , assuming the Name of Morat . Zemet his Servant . Mor. AH ! poor Vincentio , alter'd more by Passions Than by this new Disguise , who now cou'd know thee ? Thou' rt grown a Stranger to thy very self . 'T is scarce a Year since I fled hence to Afric ; But oh ! how Sorrow , Sickness , and Fatigue , And most my anxious Love , since that , have chang'd me . I doubt I wear this borrow'd Black and Dress Rather to try Placentia , thus unknown , Than to reclaim and save my wicked Brother . Zemet . You 're but too kind to him , my Lord. I hear , That when a fatal Duel forc'd you hence , He stab'd the Friend who strove to get your Pardon , To hinder your Return . Mor. With what unnat'ral Joy , he , in the Morning , Heard us confirm the Tidings of my Death ! Zem. My Lord , if he 's as wicked as he 's thought , ' Twou'd have been ill in him to have done better . Bad Men still act themselves in ev'ry thing that 's bad , And are not to be blam'd for barb'rous Actions , More than the Beasts of Prey for Cruelty : Nor is it for their Vices , but their Natures , We shou'd destroy 'em both . Mor. Yes , he 's my Shame ; But still my Brother ; therefore yet a while Let Lisbon think me dead , as I 'm reported . In this Disguise I thought fit to confirm it ; For , shou'd they think I live , the King wou'd never Grant him his Pardon for Don Carlo's Murther . Zem. It seems he 's sure of it , for he has left The Sanctuary , and lords it in your House . Mo. Upon the confirmation of my Death , The King has sign'd the Warrant for his Pardon ; So to prevent th' Extinction of our Name , Which Royal Gratitude still makes him value . Then let him revel , till the Seals are past , As a sole Brother in my large Estate ; That done , I will revive , a severe check On all his future Life . Zem. I wish yours be secure , my Lord ! Tools of Destruction still stand ready prest To a bad hand , and Murther watches sure . Then , give me leave to fear . Mo. I 'll keep Prevention's Eye upon the Watch ; But I disdain to fear . For Death must come , And 't is no matter when : Once in the Grave , Long Life and short are both become the same . Death levels all : Age , Beauty , Wealth , and Titles , Lye undistinguish'd , huddled up together , And none complain of what , or when , or how . Oh! I cou'd wish my Dust with thy dead Parents Lay blended in one Urn on Africk's Shore , Rather than languish thus in hopeless Love , And see my Father's Glory Turn rusly in this Brother . Zem. Ah! my Lord , That rusts not , since it shines so bright in you . Mor. Zemet , no more . I here expect Placentia ; This is her way from Chappel � See , she comes . � Withdraw . [ Exit Zemet . She comes , and weeps for me , For the false News I brought her . Cruel Fate , Deal me less Pity , and some Love � Enter Placentia Weeping . Mor. to himself . ] I shiver � How my Heart beats ! Ev'n thro' this hue , I fear , She 'll read my Soul's Disorder � Now I burn . Let Love be drawn no more with golden Darts , But arm'd with Fires : I feel him in my Veins . How shall I speak ? Plac. Oh! gen'rous Don Vincentio , As soon shall I forget my self as thee . Mo. aside . ] Now , by my Love , there 's Life in that kind Sorrow ; It bids me hope , and speak . To her . ] Why , Madam , will you lavish thus your Tears On my dead Friend ? He ne're cou'd gain your Love ; Yet , if departed Souls see things on Earth , Placentia is Vincentio's present Object , And not one Tear she sheds but he must prize At a much greater Value than his Life . Plac. Can I do less than weep for that brave Lord ? Oh! Sir , you were a Stranger to his worth . Mor. No , Madam ; none cou'd know Vincentio better Than did Morat ; and you will think so too , When I relate some Passages he told me . He said , you were the Cause of all those Sighs He had betray'd so often , and I pitied ; He said , such Beauty and such Cruelty Ne're met in one before ; and yet methinks Your Tears and Sorrow contradict his Words � Aside . ] If I talk long , I shall betray my self . Plac. Since my best Lord ( for so I always call'd him ) Made you no Stranger to those humble Thoughts , The only Blemish of his noble Life , I will a little clear that passage to you � His Vertuous Mother , for what Cause I know not , Took me from humble Birth , to breed me as her Child . Mor. Madam , he told me this , and that his Mother Had made your Fortune equal to her Daughters ; Commanding him to see you nobly married , or a Nun. But Love , he said , doubled that Pious Charge , And he ne'er wish'd for any Wife but you . Oh! why did you refuse to make him happy ? Plac. To clear my self to you , I 'll tell you that Which shou'd not be reveal'd , were he still living . Mor. aside . ] Now I begin to tremble . Plac. His Mother found out that unhappy Love ; And , lest it shou'd dishonour his great Name , Taught me t' obey him , as my Lord and Brother ; But charg'd me , as I tender'd Heav'n , my Soul , Her Memory , or any Thing that 's Sacred , I ne're shou'd marry him . Mor. aside . ] Oh! Patience Heav'n ! Plac. This was her daily , and her last Request ; And , that I might Religiously perform it , Resolving with my self a single Life , I solemnly did swear , Never to wed above my humble Birth . Mor. aside . ] 'T will be in vain to live after this Story . Oh! Mother � you mix'd the worst of Curses with that Breath That gave your wretched Son his latest Blessing . Plac. You 're strangely mov'd ! � But see Ricardo ! I wou'd shun him . Enter Ricardo . Servants after him . Ric. You were my Brother's Servants ; I dismiss you � Placentia , stay . Serv. My Lord , our Wages . Ric. Do Men like me pay Wages ? Serv. My Lord � Ric. Talk with my Steward ! hence ! Be gone ! [ Ex. Servants . Well , Madam ? Plac. My Lord. Ric. So scornful still ! I will no longer bear it . Pla. asi . ] How I dread his vile Love , since now he 's Master here ! Ric. How now , Morat ? What , you 've been talking now Of my dead Brother , and the Creature weeps . 'T is true , the humble Fop indulg'd her Pride With honourable Love , tho' still she scorn'd him . Mo. asi . ] Hold ! Patience yet ! Thus most Heirs treat the Dead . To Ric. ] My Lord , I was your Brother's worthless Friend , And know how much he did esteem this Lady , As I believe , not without due defert . Ric. Oh , dull Morat ! thou dost not know this Trifle ; Thou art a Moor , and look'st on outward Toys , Fine Cloaths and Jewels ; why , these Things are mine ; I 'll strip her of 'em all , if she consents not To yield to my Embraces . Mor. My Lord , I fancy 't is not in your Power . Ric. Hark you , Morat ; I suffer'd you my House For the good News this Morning you confirm'd . But ne're believe I made you of my Council . Mor. No ; if you had , I shou'd advise you better Than thus to forfeit all your House's Honour By most ignoble Actions . Ric. How 's this , Slave ? Mo. By all my former Honour , that Name Slave , Did not you share your noble Brother's Blood , Shou'd cost the dearest Drop about your Heart . Ric. Sure , he 's run mad � Out of my House , thou Frenzy . Mor. I will not stir . Your Brother made me Joynt-Executor With this fair Lady ; I 'll soon prove his Will , And till I 've seen it all perform'd , I 'll stay . Ric. You mean , till th' Inquisition seizes you . Do you not , Moor ? you two Executors ! Mor. Laugh not too fast , my Lord : Your Inquisition Can't fright me ; for tho' my Complection's black , My Soul is white and Christian , which , I fear , The Holy Font has not made yours . Ric. Insolent Slave ! who waits ! what hoa ! not one Of my new Train to rid me of this Moor ? Nay , then I 'll do 't my self . [ Draws , Mor. closes with him , and disarms him , Mor. Inhospitable Wretch ! Plac. Hold ! help ! help ! Mor. Here , take your Sword , and put it up , proud Lord , But oh ! insult no further , if you 'd live . [ Gives him back his Sword. Enter Servants and Zemet . Ric. aside . ] Disarm'd ! and by a Moor ! But he 's not worth A second Danger . I 've some trusty Bravo's , Who safely shall correct his Insolence . To his Servants . ] Hence , Slaves ! there 's now no need of you . Exeunt Servants and Zemet . Mor. My Lord , yet think from what great Stock you sprung , And how a Nobleman shou'd keep that Name : 'T is not to be preserv'd by dead Mens Actions ; You must have living Vertues , or 't is lost � Come , I perceive that you attend with shame My too severe Reproof , and I repent it ; I 'll leave you to repent too for the Cause . Madam , some other Time I 'll wait on you . [ Exit Morat . Pla. aside , and going . A brave good Man , well worth Vincentio's Friendship ! Ri. Stay , scornful Thing . Pla. I must not . Ri. Must not ? Pla. No � you 've forfeited at last all the Respect I ow'd you . Ri. Yes , you shall stay : I 'll know what you 've been hatching , That I 'm thus brav'd with a forg'd Will. 'T is vain : Your Reign is out ; The Fool my Brother 's dead , And I 'll command what hitherto I begg'd . You 're now my Ward , my Prisoner if I please : You 're not in those cold Climes , where Maids and Wives Rove where they please , as shameless as unquestion'd , To wrong the dull contented Herd of Men. If you 'll be paid my Mother's Legacy , That lavish Gift , a Portion for a Princess , Your proud pretended Vertue laid aside , Meet my Embraces willingly to morrow , Or soon by Force you shall . Till then think of it . Pla. I 'll think on Daggers for the Ravisher , To cool his Fires , or save my self from shame . Yes , ev'n the fam'd Lucretia I 'll out-vye ; Not let the Tarquin force the brutal Joy , But kill him first , or with my Honour dye . Exit Placen . Ri. Thou fir'st me so , that for Revenge I cou'd � I cou'd even marry thee , young Fury . But at a cheaper Rate I 'll ease my Rage : She and my Sisters harden one another In rigid Coyness , and in hate of me , But they shall Wed , and leave this House to morrow ; Then by Wiles , Threats , or Force , I 'll deal with t'other . Who waits ? Enter Servant . Serv. My Lord ! Ric. Call both my Sisters . Serv. Yes , my Lord. [ Exit Servant . Ric. I must prepare 'em to receive new Lovers ; Tho' now few Women need such Preparations . Enter Morella and Melinda . Ric. Still weeping ! D' you grieve at my good Fortune ? Come , I 've got Young Husbands for you : That , I take to be The surest way to dry a Virgin 's Tears . To morrow Don Fabiano shall be yours , Morella ; and Don Paulo yours , Melinda . Mel. aside . ] His lewd Friend Paulo ! Morel . Fabiano ! poor Placentia's Lover ! Ric. What , Dumb ? Are they not Noble , Rich , and Young ? Morel . Oh! Let us hear of nothing , Sir , but Grief . Alas ! we cannot even think of those My Brother's Choice design'd us once for Husbands . Ric. You need not : For , their hopes , like him , must dye . No more � Compose your Looks to meet my Friends . Enter a Servant . Ser. Don Ferdinand , My Lord , is just a lighting Ric. aside . The Governor ! He brings his Son Fabiano ! I 'll meet him � Sisters stay till I return . [ Exit Ric. and Serv. Morel . Oh! dismal News ! now we indeed are wretched . Compleatly wretched . Alas poor Vincentio ! How soon we feel thy Loss , thou best of Brothers ! Enter Placentia . Plac. Dear Orphan Ladies , let us mingle Sorrows . Alas , I 'm an unhappy Orphan too . Like you , methinks , I mourn a Brother's Loss , And what 's yet more , a Friend 's . Morel . A Friend 's indeed ! alas , my Dear , I doubt Your Tears , like ours , will flow from several Springs . I 'm bid to wed to morrow your Fabiano . Plac. Hah ! But why am I startled and disorder'd ? Tho' , to my Soul 's eternal dear Disquiet , We love each other , ev'n to meer Distraction , My hopes are lost , for I must keep my Vow . I wish a mutual Love might link your Fates . Morel . Oh! wish not this , my Dear , my Heart is fix'd : Don Philip , or a Cloyster . Plac. Fabiano , with his Father ! Oh my Heart ! I must not stay ; yet I am rooted here . Ric. Sister Morella , let my Lord be us'd As his great Merit , and my Choice deserve . Ferd. Son , scorn Ignoble Love ! See there your better Fate . Ri. aside to Ferd. Let 's not seem to observe 'em , while he whispers His first Love-Complement . All Infancies are bashful , And that of Love is most . Pla. aside . ] Amazement ! sure he loves her ! how they whisper ! What do I feel ? 't is more than Love ; 't is Jealousie , I fear . Am I then Jealous ? What , of him I 'd lose ? I will not : Sure he came in hopes to see me . Away , curst Jealousie ! Thou needless Physick , That turn'st our Health to voluntary Sickness , I dash thee from me like a Poyson � yet I will look . Mel. aside to Plac. ] My Dear , you 're Jealous ? Pla. aside . Not at all � yet I must gaze � I 'm rack'd � I cannot bear it . Exit Placentia . Mel , aside . ] I must follow her . [ Exit Mel. Ferd. What 's that bright Vision which now shot from hence , Swift as a Star ? Ric. A falling one , a glaring fatal Meteor , The worthless Creature of my Mother's Favour , Her Fortune ample , but her Birth unknown . Ferd. 'T is a fair Destruction ! I blush to own I 've heard my Son was dazled By her deluding Beams . This made me hasten To fix him quickly in a nobler choice : Which was my Motive to demand your Sister When I engag'd to get your Pardon sign'd . Fa. aside to Morel . ] Madam , you know the tye upon my Heart , The longings of my Soul , Placentia's Love : My Trust in your kind Pity brought me hither , Which all my Father's Threats cou'd scarce have done . Then let 's retire , since by your gen'rous Suff'rance I may see her once more : For , if I stay , I shall act Love so ill , it will betray us . [ Ex. Fa. and Morel . Ric. She 's his , My Lord : The Conqu'ror leads his Prize . Ferd. aside . ] Now , as I love bright Honour , this sight charms me , And makes my Age , in spight of Time , run back . 'T is true , this Lord has dimm'd his House's Glory ; But now I hope 't will clear . High Birth , tho' clouded With fashionable Vices , will at last Exert it self and shine . Enter a Servant to Ricardo . Ser. My Lord , a Lady in a Veil desires to speak with your Lordship . Fer. My Lord , I 'll leave you , and in an Hour return . Ri. Your Lordship's Servant � [ Ex. Ferd. and Servant . To his Serv. ] Conduct the Lady in � I fear 't is Laura � But why shou'd I fear ? She 's kind , she 's fair � But oh ! I 'm bound to wed her : I on that score , was trusted with her Fortune , And lost it all at Play. She 's heard the News , And comes prepar'd to share my Joys � I dread her : Let me wed nothing but variety . But I 'll dissemble yet ; for tho' when pleas'd She 's smiling as the Morn , cool as the Evening , And calm as is the Night , when urg'd , she rages Like the Meridian Sun 's collected Beams ; Proud of her Charms , tho' lavish of her Love ; Gen'rous , and free , and daring , like a Man ; But Jealous and Revengeful , like a Woman � 'T is she � Now help me , Cunning , once to feign A Joy as great as hers � My Laura ! Enter Laura . Lau. Fly off my Veil ! Oh! let me rush at once Into his Heart , into his very Soul. Ri. My Life , my all ! Lau. Oh let me gaze � I cannot speak for Joy-Oh happy Change ! When the Profuseness of my Love had left me Nothing to give to save thy Life , but mine , To see thee rais'd at once to Honour , Wealth , and Freedom , From Shame , from Death , and Ruine , 'T is Rapture , 't is Delight transcending Words , Too vast for Thought , and ev'n too strong for Souls , 'T is perfect Joy , and Pleasure in extream . Ri. Oh! do not talk of Honour , Wealth , and Freedom : Your self , you 's sel 's 's the greatest , dearest Blessing . Lau. In being so to thee , thy Laura's blest , Life of my Life , and Genius of my Soul ; Thy very Shadow brings me more delight Than all the Substance of the World besides ; For I 've no Being , when I 'm torn from thee ; Or , if I find I've one , 't is only by my Pains . Ri. Oh! sympathy of Hearts ! My only Joy ! 'T was not less Pain to me to be forc'd from thee , Than now 't is Pleasure thus to meet thee kind . Lau. Oh! now I hope we 're met to part no more . Let me no longer hear nor think of Absence . Absence to some gives Relish to their Joy , A breathing to their Pleasures ; but to me 'T was Death , when to the Monast'ry you fled , And to be safe lay hid . Ri. Ah! Madam � Lau. Madam ! Fye , leave this dull Formality . Does it suit Love of such a Growth as ours ? I shou'd abhor it , came it not from thee . Ri. Oh! stop this Torrent of unbounded Love. Joy came before but like a quick'ning Shower On a parch'd Soil , and greedily I drunk it ; But now I 'm overwhelm'd , and drown'd in Joy � Thus now all Lovers lye to one another . [ Aside . Lau. Dear Man , thou' rt doubly pleas'd Now thou can'st raise me As I wou'd thee , were but thy Fortune mine ; For thou' rt no needy younger Brother now , Thy Laura shall no longer have the Pleasure Of lavishing her Wealth on Love , and thee . Indeed she cou'd not . Ri. Extravagance of Goodness ! Lau. Alas ! I fear'd that Lisbon wou'd have seen me With those two little Orphans , my poor Children , A forc'd Dependant on the cold loath'd Alms Of proud upbraiding Friends : For all I 've left Is threaten'd to be seiz'd . The Thought on 't damps my Joy ; Wealth But let it dye with all our former Sorrows . I 'm rich enough , since I 've thy Love , that can command thy Soon as the Priest has ratified our Contract , Which now now your Brother 's dead , and my first Year Of Widowhood expir'd , need be no Secret. We 'll live like Gods. Say , shall we not ? Methinks Thou art not glad enough . Ri. Excess of Joy , like that of Grief , is dumb ; " And , like vast Streams , too deep for Noise , flows silent , " While shallow Torrents roar , then cease to be . I fear she 'll find me out . [ Aside . Lau. " But tell me , when shall be the happy Day ? Ri. " Soon as some short Formalities of Law " Have giv'n me full Possession of th' Estate , " The best Artificers shall strain , to hasten " The wish'd-for Time , and make our Nuptials sumptuous . Lau. " Then , like a Palace , we 'll this House adorn . " The Walls shall scorn with Arras to be cloath'd , " Unless the Gold shames there the shading Silk . " Amazing Wonders that dissemble Life " In each Apartment , shall beguile the Gazers . " The Spoils of India , and more distant Climes " Shall croud , and rear their Fronts on rival Rarities , " In antique Order , various as their Make ; " And ev'n the fragrant Wood , which in Compartments " Floors the vast Rooms , seem proud to bear the Load . Ri. " Oh! Elegance in Luxury ! Oh! Sex resin'd in Fancy � Aside . ] " To undo the other . Lau. Oh! now methinks we solemnize our Nuptials , A num'rous Train with all melodious Sounds Salute us and the Morn . Then we , far brighter , Ascend our Coach , or Love's Triumphal Chariot . Garlands and Arches grace and roof our way , And flow'ry Sweets , profusely strow'd , perfume it . Joy in each Face , and Blessings in each Mouth . Ri. Oh! Theme for ever charming � To a Widow . [ Aside . Lau. Then , my Ricardo , then � Ri. Oh! then my Laura � Lau. The crowded Board shall tempt our num'rous Guests With all that can indulge Luxuriant Taste . " Conduits shall lavish Wine , and richer Liquors , And all the Muses labour to Inchant us . Ri. And then at Night my Goddess � Lau. Ten thousand Tapers shall revive the Day , While at a solemn Ball , the Pride of Lisbon Shall shine and revel � Ri. And tir'd at last with all these smaller Joys , Leave us to perfect Pleasure . Thus , my Goddess , Thus will Ricardo ravish all thy Senses ; Unpeople th' Elements to Feast thy Taste , To charm thy Ears , rob ev'n the Spheres of Musick , Tire Art and Nature to regale thy Sight , Inform thy Brain with ev'ry grateful Odor , Thy Touch with Bliss , and ravish ev'ry Pow'r , Till in one sence we lose the other four . [ Embraces her . Enter two Monks . 1. Monk. My Lord. Ri. What mean these Monks ? 1. Monk. My Lord , We 've weighty Business , That claims your private Ear with utmost speed . Lau. Some dead Man's Alms � 1. Monk. Hear us this Moment , if you love your self . Ri. Then follow me � pray pardon me , dear Madam . I 'll strive to meet you here again this Moment � Or at your own House rather . To himself . ] 'T was well dissembl'd : But I 'm glad I 'm eas'd . How loath'd a thing must a fond Woman be ! Ev'n Monks are welcome , when from her they free . [ Ex. Ric. and Monks � Lau. Curs'd be the Holy Duns ! Those bold Intruders Into the Privacies of blinded Mortals , Self-privileg'd to break-in on the Great ! Those craving Idlers , who preach Charity , Yet never had one Spark for one another ! Presumptuous Beggars , who with Saint-like Mein , With proud Humility , and sawcy Meekness Can seem at best but impudently good . The Doatards know ( for well they know our Sex ) That what a Woman never will forgive Is an Intruder , whose preventing Words Force from her Arms her Lover to remove , In the wild Sallies of unfinish'd Love. Exit . The End of the First Act.
ACT II. Enter Morella and Melinda . Mel. WHy do we leave Fabiano with Placentia ? I dare trust all his Vertues , but his Prudence . He loves � he 'll stay too long , and be discover'd . Morel . Fear not , my Brother 's busie with two Fathers ; And tho' Placentia loves , she shuns her Lover ; Like him she languishes , unhappy Maid ; But her Discretion , and yet more her Vow , Force that despairing Lord for ever from her � And see , she comes ; he follows ; � both in Tears ! In pity let 's avoid ' em . Enter Placentia , follow'd by Fabiano . [ Exeunt Morel . and Mel. Fab. Stay , cruel Maid ! Oh turn , and cast one look ! One look , tho' 't were a Frown , and but to see me dye . Pla. Alas , I dare not , must not meet your Eyes : They must not see how mine partake their Sorrows . Fly , fly , my Lord , where equal Greatness calls Leave poor Placentia to her humble Fate . Fab. Not hear me ! Pla. I dread those Words that make ev'n ruine please , The tempting Musick of your Syren Love. Fab. Can it bring ruine to be match'd to Greatness ? Pla. When by the Match that Greatness is debas'd . Fab. Why will you still urge this , too humble fair ? Oh! wrong not thus your Merit , and my Love. Pla. Witness , ye sacred Pow'rs that read my Soul ! Witness , my Blushes , and these grateful Tears , How much I prize you , gen'rous , dear Fabiano ! For ev'ry Sigh you breath , I Sigh another . Oh! had our Births been equal as our Passions , We might have lov'd on still . I see the Heav'n of Joy , your Love , wou'd give me ; But , like a Wretch condemn'd to endless Torments , The vast abyss between , adds to my Pain : I wish , I sigh , I grieve , I rage in vain ; I wou'd ascend , but cannot break my Chain . Fab. Love equals all , and you 're most sure of mine . Pla. I still shou'd fear to lose what I deserve not , Still dread my Equal's Envy , and the Scorn of yours : And thus shou'd live more wretched yet than now , This fatal now , that sees me tear my Heart , While thus I tear my self for ever from you . [ going . Fa. You tear my Heart , but shall not tear me from you . [ kneels Thus you shall drag me , while I suffer Life ; And when I 've eas'd my wretched Soul with this , [ Draws a Dagger . 'T will hover o're you still , to wait for yours . For sure in Death we 're equal , and may joyn . Pla. Oh! hold ! and rise ! fright me not with your Danger , Nor humble me yet more with your Submissions . Fab. Raise then at once a Wretch to Love and You. To rise thus , I 'll descend , and mix with humble Swains , In lowly Cottages , and rustick Weeds , And there forget that fatal thing call'd Greatness . Pla. Oh! rise , degrade it not by kneeling thus . Fab. No , let your Answer make me rise or fall . Pla. Alas ! my Lord , I know this wou'd but prove A Dream , that might a while indulge your Fancy , While Mem'ry wou'd lye lock'd in the first sleep That Love might lull it too ; but too too soon You 'd wake to hatred of your self and me . Enter D. Ferdinand . Fab. starts and rises . Ferd. My Son ! Base Man ! I thought t' have found you with Morella ! But hear me swear ; By my great Ancestors ! That Hour Fabiano weds below his Rank Makes him a Stranger to my Blood for ever . Pla. You might have spar'd that just , but rigid Doom , And left my Love the Glory of our parting . For , Sir , I love your Son ; so well I love him , That rather than I 'll curse his gen'rous Passion , By suffering him to bless me with himself , I 'll leave my Wealth , Friends , nay , the dear Man for ever . Bear witness , you whose Breasts confess the Pangs Of truest , te nd'rest , fondest , fiercest Love ! Bear witness , Heav'n ! and all that hear me swear ! I leave ev'n him , ev'n all that 's kind and dear , For endless Grief , a Cloyster and Despair . [ Exit . Fab. My Love ! � my Father ! � both conspire my Ruine ! Some Angel stop her , and recall your Vows ! No pity � yes , you 're kind , at once you kill me , And thus will quickly end the worst of Pains . Fer. Unequal Nuptials show not Love , but Madness . If you 're my Son , leave this ignoble Creature . Fab. Leave her ! ignoble ! give me Patience , Heav'n ! And Duty check my Rage ! a Father said it . Oh! that you knew her , Sir ! you 'd see in her , That Worth , whence true Nobility began : She claims a Birth immediately from Heav'n . Fer. No more . She never shall be yours . Haste to Morella , Noble , and more Charming . Fab. Ah Sir ! I can love nothing but Placentia . Rather take back the wretched Life you gave me ! [ kneels . Draw , draw your Sword , rip up my panting Bosom ; You 'll find a Heart where that sad Truth is written . Pity my Youth ! pity your Son ! � Fer. 'T is vain � Reason and Time will bring you to your self . Fab. Oh stay ! [ follows him crawling on his Knees . Fer. Away � comply , or never see me more . [ Ferd. breaks from Fabiano , and Exit . Fab. Yes , cruel Father ; yes , unkind Placentia , I 'll never see you more � You shall not see how wretched you have made me . I 've one Friend yet , I hope ; his Ship shall cast me On some abandon'd Shore : There I will dye ; Pitied , perhaps , by Beasts more kind than Man. More wise , more happy Brutes , I envy you ! With you 't is Will and Beauty make the choice , Ne're crost by the lov'd Female , nor your Syres . No dream of Greatness bars your am'rous Joys . Curst be the first who made the vain distinction , Taught to boast borrow'd Fame from ancient Dust , That fancied Distance between equal Emmets ! Curst be the poys'nous Notion , and may he That slights true Merit for a vain Degree , Love humble Worth , be scorn'd , or curs'd like me . And that the Vice an ampler Curse may find , Curst be th' Ambitious , which is all Mankind . [ Exit . Enter Placentia , as Fabiano goes off . Pla. His busie Grief usurp'd his very Sight . He 's gone , and cou'd not see me ; wou'd he had ! Alas ! I shou'd , I wou'd have call'd , but cou'd not . Who will protect me now ? � Oh! noble Moor , Assist me to preserve my threaten'd Honour . Enter Morat and Zemet . Mor. Can worth , like yours , want a Protector , Madam ? My best Friend us'd me so to eccho back his Sighs , When he repeated dying Tales of you , That he has fill'd my Breast with the like Zeal Of serving you : That Zeal may look like Love ; But , fear not , Madam , rarely Love gets in But at some Chink where Hope had crept in first , And I who know how you us'd Don Vincentio Can never hope this Figure cou'd prevail . Then give me leave to serve you , and my Actions Shall ne're oppose the Dictates of your Will. Pla. It were a Sin to doubt your Honour , Sir. Let your Man wait � and I will tell you Things That are yet Secrets to all Souls but mine . Mor. Zemet observe who comes , and give us notice . [ Exit Zemet . Pla. Let guilty Persons blush : I have no Cause : The Passion I must own admits no Shame ; Tho' I confess , I Love : Oh Noble Moor ! You will have Cause to pity me as much As e're you did Vincentio . Mor. Do I live ? � [ Aside , and starting . Or have I chang'd my Being with my Form ? Pla. What shou'd surprize the Moor ? � Sir , tho' I want Your help , or such a Friend 's , yet let not that Divert your Thoughts from your own great Concerns . Morat . No , Madam , these are Fits that sometimes shake me : My Soul and Body are by turns at odds , And fain wou'd part ; Yet , like false Friends , each strives not to be thought To give most Cause for such a Separation : But now I 'm well again � you say you Love , Madam , And that I shall have Cause to pity you . Sure , he that is the Cause , is Deaf and Blind ; Else either Sence , and You , might teach him Love. Pla. Nay , I 'm so miserable , worthy Moor , That 't was his Passion that gave birth to mine : But , as Fate orders it , all I've to beg , Is that you wou'd convey me to some Cloyster , Where I may ever weep and pray for him . Mor. aside . ] Sure 't is for me , 't is for the poor Vincentio She thus wou'd weep and pray . Oh wou'd it were ! To Pla. ] Madam , I 'm bound to wait on your Commands ; But can there be a Cause for such Despair ? Pla. Too many , Sir , for had not Fate contriv'd To snatch him , and all Hopes , for ever from me , Yet I too well regard his future Glory , E're to have fullied it with my mean Blood. Mor. aside . ] 'T is my self � It can be no Man else she thus despairs for . First she shall name me , then I 'll own my self . To Pla. ] Madam , you may well trust me with his Name , That can be happy thus in spight of Fate . Pla. I will not hide his Name , from one that knows So much of his Concerns : 'T is � Enter Zemet . Zem. Ricardo's coming . Pla. Heav'n guard me from his sight ! � Morat . I 'll strive to meet you here again with speed . Curse on his coming ! But why am I troubl'd ? [ Exit Plac. By what she said , 't is plain 't is me she means . Revive , Vincentio ! Doubts and Fears remove ! She must be mine , since she confesses Love. The Man that 's lov'd , of Conquest never fails : Love pleads , and bribes , and forces , and prevails . [ Ex. Morat . Zem. Ricardo seem'd dejected ; I 'll observe him . Enter Ricardo . Ri. This Mine brings Instant ruine when 't is sprung ; It rends the main Foundation of my Greatness . Sees Zemet . ] Ha! thou black Imp , what do'st thou here ? Hence vanish ! [ Exit Zemet . They and their Papers will so prove the Thing , There will be no out-facing it � Oh curst Discovery ! This Morning in the Sanctuary I trembl'd . E're Noon I revel'd as sole Master here : Yet now , e're Six at Night , these Monks have rung A fatal Knell to all my new-born Joys . With this Day 's Sun my Fortune rose and falls . But with the next may it not rise again ? They 've giv'n me time to get my Pardon seal'd , E're they divulge the Truth � I 'll have them kill'd � But how ? by this they 're in their Cells at Prayers . No , I must think again � assist me , Hell , � I have it . At Night for Africa I 'll Ship the Sisters , Where I will marry one , and then return . But why not get Placentia ? There I 'll fix : Placentia shall be mine . Enter Morat and Zemet . Ri. Hah ! � [ Starts seeing Morat . Mor. Does your Guilt make you start ? Ri. Art thou Immortal , Moor ? Mor. Yes , Ravisher , all good Men are Immortal . Death is entail'd on none but such as you , Who wear him still about you in your Crimes , Yet justly fear him as the greatest Evil. Ric. Placentia has inform'd him of my Threats . [ Aside . Mor. Base Man , with Gyant Blood , and Pigmy Honour , I hear thou talk'st of Ravishing Placentia , But if thou dar'st but wish it , that bad Soul , That Soul of thine , hard and impenetrable To ev'ry thing that 's good , shall be let out To seek its place among relentless Devils . Ri. aside . ] Sleep my Resentments ! now my Fortune 's chang'd . To him . ] I loath the Thought , tho' once I threaten'd it , To try her Vertue ; but , since that , my Doubts Are chang'd to admiration of her Worth. Mor. Oh that there were but hopes you yet wou'd mend ! I 'm bound , and strive to love you , as you 're call'd Vincentio's Brother , and his Father's Son. In War's brave School , your Father was my Master ; Who bad me dare , and taught me how to Fight . He rush'd like Light'ning on firm Troops of Foes , Unnerv'd their Ranks , and shatter'd them to Ruine , And floor'd the Field with honourable Slaughter : But after Conquest , mild as tender Virgins , Protected Vertue in his very Foes � If you 'll be Noble , learn to act like him . Ri. I 'll learn of you , brave Moor , if you will teach me , Your words can shame and charm us into Vertue . Methinks your Tongue , like glorious Victory , Instils a Soul of Valour through my Veins , And all my Nerves seem knit with double force . I 'm now engag'd , but in an Hour , I shall be proud of being taught by you , And fixing you my Friend . Mor. Till then , farewel . Love truly , and I ll give you leave to hope ; For as your Love encreases , Vertue will. 'T was Love alone first Civiliz'd Mankind , And dull Instinct to sprightly sense refin'd . In Savage Nakedness Man liv'd and toyl'd , Uglier than Brutes , more wretched , and as wild ; Till Emulation to be lik'd and lov'd , Started Invention , and the Man improv'd : But 't is not Love , weak Bodies to controul , Love only triumphs o're the stronger Soul. [ Exit Morat . and Min. Ri. I 'll strive to work thee to my purpose , Moor. Thou' rt brave , but free and credulous to a Fault � For ruin'd Laura's good , and more for mine , I wish Placentia may with equal ease Be wheadled into Marriage ! startling change ! She little thinks she 's great , and I am nothing ; Oh! I cou'd rave and bellow Execrations . Hell curse these Monks , emphatically curse 'em � Enter Four Bravoes . Ri. My Bravoes ! 1. Bravo . Your Lordship's Servants . Ri. I sent for you to punish a rude Moor , But I 'll suspend a while my just Revenge : I 've business of more Moment . There 's Gold for you . [ Ric. gives 'em Money . 1. Br. Thanks , my good Lord , whose Throat must we cut now ? Ri. There 's milder mischief Brooding . Hire me a Ship , that by use of Oars As well as Sails , may put to Sea this Night . At any rate , by any means I must Have it to Night , and you shall go with me . Succeed , and your Reward shall be so great You shall no longer skulk disguis'd ; but live At large , above the scandal of your Lives . 1. Br. Conclude this done , my Lord ; our Friends will help us . If by fair means we cannot get a Ship , we 'll seize on one . Ri. Success wait on my Friends ! [ Exit Bravoes . Enter a Servant , with a Letter in his Hand . Ri. What Letter 's this ? Serv. My Lord , 't is for Placentia . [ Exit Servant , Ric. opens and reads the Letter Ri. Go , I 'll deliver it � ha ! from Fabiano ! � How ? leaving Portugal for ever ! Embark this Moment ! By my hopes 't is well ! Enter Laura . [ Ricardo seems surpriz'd , and puts up the Letter hastily . Ri. Hah ! � my Soul's Joy , I did not expect you here . LaU. I read that in your Eyes , my Lord , but I Expected you , tho' 't was in vain , I fear . What Letter were you reading ? Ri. 'T is private business . Lau. I desire to see it . Ri. Wou'd you be made uneasie with my Cares ? Lau. Unless I see 't , I shall be more uneasie . Ri. Trust me , my Love , you need not , nay you shall not , Tho' ev'n from you I must a while conceal it . Lau. From me ! Can you conceal it then from me ? Ri. Suppose it were a Challenge from a Foe , Or a more dang'rous Secret from a Friend ? Lau. Say rather from a Mistress : false Ricardo . Ri. Will you still chide , and without Reason still ? Lau. False and Ingrate , I have but too much reason ; Yet if I chide , I chide but like a Dove , In gentle Murmurs . But urge me no longer . Give me the Letter , for I rave to see it . Ri. What , will you still controul me like a Slave ? Will you still claim so insolent a Right ? Lau. Traytor to Gratitude , to Love , and me , What is 't I claim , but leave to be assur'd Of thy Heart's Truth , or of its Falshood rather ? For now I 've too much Cause to think thee false . Ri. Your Jealousie , that Jaundice of your Mind , Perverts all Objects to it's sickly Colour . Lau. What , are my Charms then vanish'd with my Fortune ? � 'T was otherwise when this base Rebel languish'd at my Feet , Trembling as Guilt , humble as begging Want ; Charm'd with a Look , transported with a smile , And extasied with a reviving Word . Love gently rack'd all Secrets from his Breast , Made him live more in me than in himself , Prevent my very Wish , and open all his Soul. Did it not Traytor ? Ri. It did , it shall , my Life , then pray be calmer . Lau. And have I made thee Lord of all my Wishes , Given thee my Wealth , and my more valued Love , To be deny'd a Triste ? Base Man , dare but be false , dare but deny me , I 'll Sacrifice thee to my injur'd Charms , Tho' thou wert kneeling at the very Altar � Give me the Letter . Ri. Since nothing else will satisfie you , take it . 'T is only from Fabiano to Placentia ; For whom he 's leaving Portugal by stealth . You see , he begs this may not yet be known � Puzzled . ] Then � I 'ad a mind � to try your Jealous Temper � And fear'd � it might incline you � to misconstrue My Caution in thus op'ning a Love-Letter To one that 's a Dependant on my House . Lau. Hah ! sure you love her , or your guilty Mind , Which so long labour'd for a faint Excuse , Had ne're suggested such prepost'rous Doubts . You seem'd surpriz'd too at my sight ; your Face Had scarce the Pow'r to shape a gay Disguise . Ri. To clear at once my Innocence , permit me To send for her � Who waits ? Enter Servant . Serv. My Lord � Ri. Acquaint Placentia , that I 'm here , and have a Letter for her . [ Exit Servant . My Life , from yonder Closet if you please , You may behold unseen Our mutual hatred in her looks and mine . [ Lau. steps aside . Enter Placentia , Morella , Melinda . Ri. aside . ] She 's here ! This news will strangely grieve her � To Pla. ] You 're well attended . Pla. So we shou'd be to come to you , my Lord. Your Pleasure ? Ri. Here 's a Letter from Fabiano , � who 's fled by Sea. [ Gives her the Letter , she reads it . Pla. Oh killing News ! Morel . Poor parted Lovers ! how I pity them ! Pla. Is he then fled ? fled without seeing me ? Fled my Fabiano ? Oh! 't was too too cruel . Thy last farewel wou'd pain me worse than Death ; Yet I wou'd suffer more for one dear parting look � But sure I wrong thee ; we cou'd ne're have born it . How my Soul mourns , Some Dream or Angel tell thee ! My Soul ! oh no! 't is fled with thee , and Grief Alone informs this Widdow'd falling Body . [ falls . Morel . Rise , rise , my Dear . Mel. Sink not beneath your Sorrows . Pla. Let me dye here ; for I 've out-liv'd my self . Break , throbbing Heart ! break now ! break ! what , not yet ! Well , stubborn Life , I 'll punish thee for lasting , Melt thee away in Tears , and breathe thee out in Sighs ; 'Till I'm grown of one Substance with my Grave . She 's rais'd ] I 'll drag thee where thou shalt converse with nothing But Walls , and Heav'n , and Sorrow , and his Image . Off then , gay Dress ! vain Pageantry , away ! Thou once lov'd House , where my Years rowl'd so smoothly , Adieu for ever ! � adieu , my dear , my only Friends ! Adieu to all but Grief , and the dear thoughts of him . He 's lost , he 's lost , and Pleasure is no more . Morel . Let 's follow her , and strive to calm her Mind . [ Ex. Placentia , Morel . and Mel. Ri. Prevent her going out . [ Aside to a Servant . Serv. I will , my Lord. [ Exit Servant . Ri. to Laura , who comes forward . ] You see the Love between us . Lau. Did I not dread her , I cou'd pity her , Ri. Grieve not for her , my Love. A Widow'd Nymph of Course a while Despairs , But nothing dries so soon as Woman's Tears . Clouds dull the Sun , then fall apace in Rain , And sprightlier Smiles adorn his Face again . Such , now your doubts are clear'd , you shou'd appear , And with kind Looks your Injur'd Lover chear . Lau. Were those Doubts clear'd � Ri. Unkind ! now I must chide . What , Jealous still ? Lau. Still Jealous , since still Loving . Ri. But I 've a sure way left to ease your Mind . Lau. How ? � Ri. Let to Morrow be our Nuptial Day . Lau. To Morrow ! Ri. Yes , we 'll wave tedious State. Hymen shall bless us . Oh! let me seal that Promise on your Lips ; Thus , thus your Doubts shall all be lost in Joys , And kiss'd away as oft as they return . Lau. Shall I still doubt � no , tho' I still had Cause , I must believe thy dear bewitching Tongue . Conduct me home , and oh ! forgive me , my Ricardo . I cannot bear a Rival in your Heart . While Woman must to one confine her Love , Why shou'd Man claim the Privilege to rove ? We cou'd dispense with Change as well as you : Women lose more than Men by being true . Yet tho' you blame our Sex , yours most deceives ; Man leaves us oft , but Woman seldom leaves . Be just then , urge us not to change of Mind ! Or give us leave to rove , or be your selves confin'd . [ Exeunt . The End of the Second Act.
ACT III. Enter Placentia in a plain white Dress � Morella and Melinda . Pla. WHy am I thus detain'd ? Now in this Dress I 'm fitted for a Cloyster : Oh! Fabiano ! Thou leav'st the Land , I 'll leave the World for thee . Morel . Oh! grieve us not , by grieving thus your self . Society in Woes will make them lighter , But ours grow heavier while we share your Load . Pla. I 'd silence my rude Grief , wou'd it be silenc'd ; But tender Love , Love newly wean'd , and hopeless Will , like all other Infants , pine and rage , Tho' check'd by Reason that denies the Food . Enter Ricardo . Ri. Where , where 's the Chaste Placentia ? Sisters , tell her I 'll crown at last the Vertue which I try'd . What , all in Tears ? She too in this mean Dress ? You feed her Grief . Away ! I say , be gone . [ Ex. Mor. and Mel. Leave Tears and Cloysters , Madam , to those Wretches Whom the World leaves , and who must leave the World ; Who surfeit first , then practice Abstinence , Turn Nuns , and then repent their rash Repentance . 'T is true , my Brother 's dead , Fabiano's gone ; But I am left more charm'd with your Perfections . Pla , I pray you , leave me . Ri. Look not on me as being still the same ; Behold your Convert , Madam , 't was impossible To love you , and love Vice , which you detest . You , and my change of Fortune , have at last , Made me reflect , and rous'd me into Vertue . My Threats were but to try you . Pla. I shall rejoyce , my Lord , to find the Change , Tho' t is ill jesting in the shape of Vice ; " For 't will be long before I shall shake off , " The horror that surprise stamp'd on my Soul. In the mean time , I beg you 'll give me leave In some Retirement to compose my Mind . Ri. Oh! leave me not , blest Maid , " You 're my good Angel , " That bear me upwards , govern my best Thoughts , " And bid me think of Heav'n , and view it in you . " But , if you leave me , e're my Callow Vertue " Grows fledg'd , and strong to soar with outstretch'd Wings , " Too soon my dead habitual weight of Vice " Will make me flag , and fall to worse Perdition . " Take me now , save a Soul , confirm me yours . " O save me , lest you answer it to Heav'n . A Priest , a known Priest , waits to joyn our Hands . Oh come ! I will not leave you till you 've blest me . Pla. What means my Lord ! Oh Heav'ns ! what shall I say ! Yes , I will bless you � if you 'll let me go . But as for marrying you , forbid it Love ! Forbid it Honour ! and forbid it Heav'n ! " This wou'd be cursing you , and then my self . " Change , rather change this dreadful Love to Hatred ! Ri. I 've play'd the Tyrant , but I know you 're mild As a forgiving Saint . Here on my Knees , ( But that 's too proud a Posture ) thus then falling With prostrate Body , and more humbled Mind , Repentant , chang'd Ricardo , begs your Pardon . Pla. Oh rise , my Lord ! 't was granted e're you ask'd it . Ri. Oh! add your Love , or let me sink for ever . Pla. My Lord � I must not , cannot hear you thus . Ri. Thus have I sworn to kiss your Steps , and dye , Unless this Day , this very Day you 're kind , Stoop to be mine , and condescend to rise . Pla. Alas ! I too have sworn , this ne're shall be . Ri. I 'll beg so earnestly , so humbly , � Pla. My Lord , I thought you knew Placentia better . Spare this affected Cringing ! 't wou'd be vain , Tho' 't were not feign'd ; for such a whirl of Humour , So quick a fall from one extream to t'other , Betrays less Love than a Distemper'd Mind . Ri. rises . ] 'T is true , I 'm craz'd , I 'm mad , mad as wild Frenzy , To starve my noble Pride , to glut a Slave's . Why , cruel Stars , why do I court this Creature , This Infect , born to crawl and lick the Dust , Till foster'd here , ungratefully to sting me ? Oh! I cou'd burst , and tear my Flesh with Rage . But why do I not rather crush it dead ? Pla. Murther ! Oh save me ! � [ She wou'd run off , he stops her . Ri. None but your self can save , or you or me . You shall be wretched , if you 'll make me so : " For , good or bad , you now must share my Fate . This Steel , or else this Juice , shall end us both . [ Shews her a Bottle and a Dagger . 'T is like the poys'nous Love I suck'd from thee ; No Antidote can stop the Bane's Progression ; It creeps thro' ev'ry Vein , preys on the Blood , And ling'ring gives a sure , tho' lazy Death . Relent , or now I drink , and thou shalt pledge me . Pla. Oh Horror ! hold ! let 's parley o're our Fate . Give me some time , my Lord , I beg it on my Knees , A Month , a Week , a Day ; Oh Mercy ! Mercy ! � Ri. No , it must be this Instant now . Pla. What shall I say ? I dye with Terror . O hold ! oh think of Hell , my Lord � Ri. Hell's mild to what I feel . Pla. I can but dye [ He keeps the Bottle close to his Mouth . Ri. I 've drank the Liquid Death . Now chuse thy Fate . Pla. Oh lost ! lost ! Ri. Chuse quickly , or � Pla. Oh! give me time to pray . Ri. The Poyson will do that . Pla. I thought 't was but to try me . But give it me . 'T is th' only welcome present You cou'd have made me , and I thank you for 't . I only wish my dear , my lost Fabiano , Thou coud'st have seen these Tears , the best return , My niggard Fate wou'd suffer me to make thee . Oh! if a helpless , friendless , dying Maid May form a wish ! oh hear me , hear me Heaven ! Let all the dear Man's Sorrows dye with me . And , if another e're can love so well , Let some chaste noble Beauty love him thus , And make him happier than I've made him wretched . Enter Fabiano , thrusting away some Servants , and runs to Placentia . Fab. Hence ! Slaves ! she 's here . Pla. Hah ! � Ri. Return'd ! Fab. Yes , here to dye . Look up , my Life , my Soul , [ He Embraces her . Placentia , see 't is I , 't is thy Fabiano , Pla. 'T is he ; some Angel brings him � my lov'd Lord � [ She drops the Bottle . Fab. My Fate � [ They Embrace . Pla. Oh! I forget my Fears , my Grief , my very self , At this dear sight . Fab. Senses awake ! and thou my wand'ring Soul , Unwind thy self out of this maze of Joy. Art thou at large , or in Placentia's Arms ? Ri. Must I bear this ? my Lord , what do you mean ? Fab. To kill you , if you dare once more disturb me . Ri. You 're in my House , but � Fab. What ? Ri. I 'll say no more � I fear his Greatness now , tho' not His Sword [ Aside . Pla. Tho' Love had not betray'd me into Fondness , Revenge it self had don 't , to plague this Monster ; To make his Eyes drink Jealousies worst Poyson , More gnawing than the Draught he swallow'd now , Or that which he design'd me . Fab. How ! � Ri. No Poyson , Madam , nothing but a Philtre , A Lover's harmless Trick to fright and win you . To ease your Mind , I 'll send for her that made it . � And for some others too � ( Aside . ) [ Exit Ricardo . Pla. I dread his coming back . Fab. Fear nothing , Madam , I 've a Friend waits without with some choice Men. Pla. I thought I never shou'd have seen you more . Where have you been ? Why did you write that Letter ? Was it to break my Heart ? 't was too unkind , yet I pray'd for you . I wou'd have dy'd , but pitying Heav'n reserv'd me For this blest Moment , e're we part for ever , For we must part . Fab. Part ! no , first let the Monarch part with Crowns , The Brave with Honour , and the Saint with Heav'n . Pla. Oh Reason , Honour , Duty ! � Fab. Oh Love ! Love ! Love ! great Love against them all . Pla. I 've sworn to leave you ; nor must I examine Whether I shall outlive the killing loss . Fab. No , you will not leave me : I will ne're believe it : Placentia loves me � Placentia will not let me dye . Pla. Sure Heav'n will forgive this Sally of a Heart , Startled and wild with Joy , this Riot of starv'd Love , Tho' rigid Honour dares not warrant it . Oh! lead me quickly to the Convent , that � Re-enter Ricardo . Ri. She whom I sent for , Madam , will soon tell you � Fab. Nothing that can deserve our stay � farewel � Leading out Placentia . Ri. Stay , do not lead my beauteous Charge to Ruine . Fab. She 's led from Ruine , when she 's led from you . Ri. Hold ! hear me ! for I 'll here dispute my Right . Fab. Then somewhere else , and not with Words dispute it . Ri. Tho' now with Words , some fitter time with this . [ Shows his Sword. I claim her as my due . I best deserve her . Fab. Who e're pretends Desert , deserves her least . Ri. She 's oblig'd to my Family . Fab. But I 'm oblig'd to her . Ri. You 've nothing ; but I 've an Estate to give her . Fab. I chuse to lose one for her . But that 's little ; I 'd give the Globe to bribe her to a Smile . Pla. Oh! cease so needless a Debate , my Lords ; Nor rate so high a worthless Maid's Esteem . Know both , I 'd sworn , before I knew your Love , Never to wed above my Rank � I 'm going to a Cloyster . Then , if you love me , shew it now , my Lords . Be pleas'd to leave me there . Ri. No , Madam , I 'll sooner leave the World. Fab. Let me conduct you , Madam . Ri. Hold ! Fab. Forbear , or in your very House I 'll kill you . Ri. Hah ! Will you break the Laws of Hospitality ? Fab. Talk'st thou of Hospitality , and dar'st Detain her there ? 't is Sacrilege and Death . Draw , Fight , and Dye . [ He draws . Pla. Oh hold ! Ri. Tho' I dare fight , why shou'd I leave to Chance What Prudence can secure ? [ Aside . The shortness of my Sword makes you insult , but � Fab. Give it me , and take mine . [ Fabiano gives him his Sword , and takes his in the Scabbard . Ri. Take it , and use it if you can . � Pla. Oh! hold , my Lords ! Fab. A broken Sword ! hah ! Villain ! [ He draws the Sword , which appears to be a broken Blade . Ri. Stir not , be silent , hear me , and you 're safe . Live happy with my Sister , I with her ; But dye , if you persist t'obstruct my Bliss . Pla. Oh! wed her , wed her , tho' I dye my Lord. Fab. I 'll yet disarm thee , Traytor . [ Fabiano with the broken Sword strives to close with Ricardo . Ri. I wou'd not kill thee ! Who waits ! � Enter four Servants , with Swords . Ri. Seize that Mad-man . [ Fabiano snatches a Sword from one of 'em , and keeps 'em off . Fab. What , hoa ! my Friends ! Pla. Help , Murther ! help ! � Enter Captain , with two others , who fight Ricardo's Party . Cap. Courage , my Lord , we 're here ! Slaves ! Villains ! dye . Enter Don Ferdinand , with Musqueteers , who present , and all the Combatants cease Fighting . Fer. Hold ! or my Guards shall fire among you . Ri. 'T is well you 're come at last , my Lord , your Son Was forcing his way out with this ungrateful Maid , To wed her , and leave Portugal by Sea. Fer. I scarce believ'd the Messenger you sent me : Nay , now I scarce believe my very Eyes . What , my Reproof , my Counsel , my Commands , My Pray'rs , my Threats , my Oaths , all unregarded ? It cannot be ; Fabiano is my Son : My Son wou'd not at once lose Wealth , lose Honour , Lose my Love , lose my Blessing , A Father's Love , and Blessing , for a Trifle ; For all this he must lose , or leave this Maid , To wed my nobler choice , the fair Morella . Fab. Thus , as to Heav'n , to you , Sir , kneels your Son ; And that Heav'n knows , I scarce can reverence it , More than I do my Father . Oh! I 'd lose The Life you gave me , rather than your Blessing . But Love , like mine , is deaf Necessity ; 'T is Fate it self , and who can alter Fate ? If Love 's a Crime in me , 't is its own Punishment : For hope , that soften'd all its Pains , is lost . Then curse me not yet more : alas ! your Blessing Is all your wretched Son has left to lose . For soon he 'll take his everlasting leave Of Friends , of you , of her , and Life , I hope . Fer. Rise , hear Age speak ! Fabiana ! Wisdom's old . Fab. My Lord , my Father , Oh! let me kneeling thus attend your Will. Fer. Rise , rise , my Son , nor let thy poor old Father Lose the sole Comfort of his widow'd Years . Thou art my only Child . Alas ! I liv'd But by the hopes of seeing thee renew The ���ries of our Race , by equal Marriage . Have I for this declin'd a second Choice , And liv'd in solitary Widowhood ? Oh! do not hurry thus thy self and me To the dark Grave , and worse Oblivion's Death . I beg it , 't is thy Father begs it . See these Tears , They 're the last drops , the dying hand of Age Has left to dew this drooping with'ring Plant � Oh speak ! Fab. Can Nature plead against it self ? I cannot speak : my throbbing Heart's too full . Fer. Then kill me , cruel Son ; that Parricide Will be less barb'rous than the other � speak ! Fab. Then with obedient boldness I must own , I cannot wed Morella . Fer. Just Heav'n ! what have I done ? what are my Crimes ? That I must thus be punish'd with this Son ? � But sure he 's not my Son : Such Disobedience , Such Meanness , must and shall be Strangers to my Blood. Now , as I hate base Thoughts , he 's rous'd my Rage . Degenerate Boy , thou scandal to my Race , Retract thy words , consent , lest , in my Fury , I wrong the dead , and ev'n suspect thy Mother . Fab. Oh! use me as you please ; but spare my Mother ! For your own sake , for hers , tread gently on her Grave . Fer. No , she was Vertue 's self , but sure some Peasant Impos'd thee on me , and displac'd the Heir . Be banish'd then my House , my Heart , my Thoughts ! Be stript of all � Fab. But my Placentia's Love : You cannot take that from me . Fer. Tortures and Daggers ! Wretch , lose all but that . Ri. aside to Ferd. ] My Lord , let him rave on . He 's lost all use of Reason in this Fit Of Love's high Fever ; but it cannot last . Leave him with me , I 'll watch its Crisis and Declension . First , I 'll remove the Cause , this fatal Charmer , Then soon my Sister shall restore his Reason . Fer. 'T is well advis'd � Guards stay � obey my Lord. Curst be this Frantick Love , that rashly hurries Unequal Pairs into the Nuptial Noose ! How bitter proves the fair forbidden Fruit ! How lost , how naked Man then finds himself ! How short , how false the Bliss , how long the Woe ; A few good Nights , a thousand dismal Days . Then the fierce Lover grows a tame dull Husband , And the kind Mistress a vexatious Wife . How like an Ass , how like himself he looks , Wishing to part , more than he did to joyn ; While Wife and Husband curse th' unequal state , Wedded for Love , then Cuckolded for Hate . [ Exit Ferd. Ri. Retire you tempting Mischief to your Chamber . Pla. Oh! rather to a Cell . Ri. Leave that to me . Pla. Oh! once more let me see him . Ri. You shall not see him more . [ Fabiano who was talking to the Captain , runs suddenly to prevent her going out . Fab. See me no more ? then I 'm poor indeed ; Yes , I will see her , tho' her sight were Death . Ri. Hold ! my Lord. Fab. Forbear ! Despair is frantick ; play not with it ; I 've lost all hopes but of one parting look ; Rob me not of that last , that cruel pleasure . Pla. Oh rigid Fate , why must I thus undo him � " But I my self shall soon be more than punish'd , " Lonesome , self-banish'd , buried to the World , " My Life shall be a kind of ling'ring Death . " Course Weeds my Cloathing , a poor Cell my Lodging , " Bare Walls my only prospect , the cold Ground , " Or harder Floor , my Bed ; and Grief my End. Fab. " Oh! why did I come back ! why wou'd I see her ! Pla. " Then , if at dead at Night you chance to wake , " Oh! think of me , and say , now poor Placentia " Is risen in the Dark , and in the Cold , " To pray for me , to pray for her Fabiano : " For then will I be praying on my Knees , " That Heav'n may bless you and your future Bride . Fab. Too gen'rous Fair , Oh! spare your Grief's Profusion ; Show me less Love , be cruel out of Pity ; Tell me you hate me , I shall be less wretched . Pla. I cannot ; Oh! then leave me , quickly leave me ; Fly my Contagious Grief . Oh! 't will infect you . I merit not your Care , much less your Love. And yet forgive , and let me Love you still . As for your Grief , impose it on me , Heav'n ! For I am grown familiar with Affliction . But live , and think your Death my greatest dread . Fab. Then I must strive to live : But oh ! Placentia , 'T will cost my Love much dearer than to dye . If one Hour's Absence made me wild with Sorrow , How shall I live , for ever parted from you , By Hills and Seas , and the more fatal Cloyster ? How bear the Sun shou'd rise , the Sun shou'd set , And I ne're blest with my Placentia's sight ? Yet fear not , my Complaints shou'd reach your Cell . No , not so much as the Tidings of my Death Shall give you cause to think there liv'd on Earth So lost a Wretch as I. Ri. Take her away , she heightens his Distraction . Fab. Oh! stay one moment more , then tear me from my self , Here let me seal my everlasting Leave . [ Kisses her Hand . Farewel , thou Innocent , thou blest Destruction ! Kind Cruelty , sweet Torment of my Soul ; All that 's Delight and Pain transcending Thought ; My Soul , my Blessing , and my earthly Heav'n . Pla. Farewel . Ric. Part them . Fab. Oh! let me take another parting Look . Ri. Force 'em asunder . [ Ricardo's Servants strive to part ' em . Capt. I cannot bear � Ri. Hold , stir not , on your Lives . [ To the Captain and his Attendants . Fab. Hold , impious , sacrilegious Villains , hold ! Pull , hale , drag , cut , part , tear me Limb from Limb , Yet still I 'll hold � she 's gone . [ Struggles with Ricardo's Men. Pla. Farewel , thou dear unhappy Man , farewel . [ Placentia is led off . Fab. Wolves , Tigers , Fiends , you shall not 'scape unpunish'd . Ri. aside . ] He 'll but obstruct me , if he stays � I 'll free him . To Fab. ] My Lord , 't was needful Cruelty to force you from her . But I 'll yet prove your Friend , and free you instantly . Go travel when you please ; I 'll not impose My Sister on you , tho' your Father wou'd . This private way you may get out unseen . Fa. to Ri. ] Tho' I can't thank you , I accept the offer . To the Captain aside . ] Captain , once more I 'll try to see Placentia ; Then I 'll aboard your Brigantine again . Capt. My Lord , part of my Men ashore keep close together , The rest aboard wait for us : All the Slaves Sit ready at their Oars . Fa. Alas ! poor Men ! Tho' they 're not half so wretched as my self . Ri. Guards I dismiss you . [ Ex. Fabiano , Captain , and his Attendants one way , and the Guards another way . He 's gone , and she 's secur'd � so far 't is well � Page , tell Placentia , that Fabiano's here , And has prevail'd with me to let him see her . [ Exit Servant . This may decoy her hither � my Time 's short , Yet I will fetch thee back , and tug with thee , Thou shifting Fortune � E're thou part'st from me , Resolve to leave some of the spoyls I hold ; I will not be left naked � Enter Placentia hastily . Pla. Hah ! deceiv'd � Ri. Nay , start not back , he 's gone for ever now . Pla. And do you think to keep me here by force ? Ri. Yes , force must act , when kinder usage fails : I 'll give you still an hour : But then resolve To wed me , or appease my am'rous Rage . Pla. Wer 't thou as great , as Lawless Pow'r cou'd make thee , And I as poor as Nature first design'd me , Know , rather than I 'd serve thy horrid pleasures , I 'd Fly to Desarts , to the Land of Sorrow , Bear with the want of freedom , light and food . Nay , I wou'd plunge in Seas , and ev'n in Hell , But that , I know , thou wou'dst torment me there . Such is my hate , I 'll desperately dare , And , to shun Thee , all other Curses bear . Ri. Then hear thy Doom . Out of meer Spight I love thee , Love thee with most inveterate bent of mind . And thus will hate thee worse ; yes worse I 'll hate thee , When force has gain'd what thou deny'st my Love. That which will quench my Flame , shall kindle thine ; Then for the Pleasing Cure to me thou 'lt run , Still close thou 'lt follow , but as fast I 'll shun : From wealth , from me , I 'll calmly see thee torn , And leave thee nothing but thy naked scorn . Pla. Hear thou , the surer fate attends thy Crimes ; In sudden wealth , as sudden a decay : Then universal hate , in pressing want ; And , in that want , sickness without Relief . Thus lingring , thou shalt envy starving beggars ; Shame and Reproach clogging thy heavy hours . Then , guilty conscience hurrying on despair , Hang between Heav'n and Earth , as fit for neither ; And none Endeav'ring thy curst life to save , Dye without Tears or Pray'rs , and want a Grave . Exit . Ri. 'T is well thou' rt gone , proud Thing . I 'm urg'd so far , I scarce cou'd hold from making good my Threats . 'T is yet too soon , but if my plot succeeds Thou shalt be mine , or bear thy share of Ruin. If I'm left hopeless , hope not to be spar'd . No , when I fall unpittied , perish Nature ; Dye all that 's humane in me but Revenge ; Like a fall'n spright to desperation driv'n , I 'd be more damn'd to keep my Foes from heav'n ; With pow'rful spight I 'll all their hopes destroy , And drag 'em downwards with a dismal Joy. Exit .
ACT IV. Enter Morat , and Zemet , who keeps at a distance . Morat . THe Day 's grown old , and almost lost in night : Work in each Street gives way to soft amusements : All Nature's business seems now to be Love. The wind with stronger sighs salutes the Flowers , Descending Clouds embrace and kiss the Earth . And , while the Sun on the Sea's bosome Rests , Th' officious Moon , who winks , with half a face , Lends a securer light to meeting Lovers . For now they meet ; Th' impatient happy youth Sees his kind Nymph come tripping or'e the Plain : They fly , they rush into each others arms , The Lover's Bless'd and rifles all her Charms . Thus eager , but less certain , here I come To seek my better Fate , my lov'd Placentia . Make haste , O night , extend thy sable Wings ! Let Nature wear a blacker Face than mine , When the Fair owns her Love , and I my self , When with kind Rudeness , I force willing Kisses , Hide , hide Placentia's blushes from my Eyes , Or with Excess of joy , the bless'd Vincentio dyes . Enter Ricardo , and two Bravoes . Ri. But are you sure the Ship 's at your disposal . 1 Bra. The Brigantine is ours , my Lord ; we could not Get one sor any hire ; but seiz'd on this with ease . Most of the men were gone ashore . Besides The Captain is a new revolted Pyrate , Who was as glad of us as we of him . Enter Servants with Lights , which they set upon the Table . Hush ! here 's the Moor ! � In half an hour attend me . Morat aside . Whisp'ring and Bravoes ! sure there 's mischief hatching . For once I 'll force my self to seem a Villain , To sift out , and prevent it � Ri. You 're punctual , worthy Moor , but why so thoughtful ? Morat . I was but thinking Why men , who know each other to be Cheats , Shou'd to their prejudice strive to seem honest . Ri. What , do you think I now dissemble with you ? Morat . Why not , my Lord ? since I my self dissembled . Ri. How ! you ? plain-dealing blunt Morat dissemble ? Mor. We all for Love , Revenge , or Int'rest feign , And all , for diff'rent ends , seem diff'rent men , Then shift like Play'rs , and are ourselves again . Ev'n the most wise , with studied labour , hide , When flatter'd , Joy ; and when exalted , Pride . Old Maids , if such there be , dissemble youth ; Young Widows , sorrow ; Wives and Husbands , truth . The heir feigns Joy , if his sick friends revive , Yet almost dyes for grief that they 're alive ; The Trader rails at Thieves who Forests range , Cants , prays , yet cheats , and shakes a whole Exchange . The Common Jilt , with face and passion feign'd , Hugs some rich fool , nor leaves him , till he 's drain'd . Dissembling's all Mankind's Prerogative We know 't is us'd by all , yet still believe , And thus are all deceiv'd , and all alike deceive . Ri. I 've been deceiv'd indeed . What , wou'd you tempt Your Convert to relapse ? Mor. Come , come , unmask my Lord , I 'm bare-fac'd now , And know you ; know me too ; I 'm left Executor , And the Will gives your Sisters and Placentia Most of th' Estate . I 've nothing but my Sword ; Command it , and my Pow'r , so I may share Some of the gain you by my means may reap . Ri. Shall I believe thee true ? Mor. Like all mankind , true to my Interest . Ri. Then thou 'lt be true to me � Come to my arms , thou surest , best of friends . With feeble Oaths we 'll not each other bind ; No Tye but Int'rest strongly links mankind . Mor. You love Placentia ? Ri. I love no Woman , but I lust for all ; And her above the rest ; tho hopeless yet : But now I 've a design , you soon shall know � A flourish for a Serenade . Hark , Music ! � sure this Serenade's for her ; 'T is giv'n so near her Window ; let 's put out The lights ; perhaps we may know more . They put out the Lights . Morat . Placentia ! hah ! I find I am not proof Against th'intruding Monster Jealousy . Out of my heart , thou gnawing envious passion ! Tho look'st so like a Vice , I will not lodge Thee . A Serenading Symphony is heard , as from without . Enter Placentia while 't is perform'd . Pla. What wretch has chos'n this night for Serenades ? Alas ! my only Charmer's gone for ever , And with him all the Joys these Notes wou'd summon . They might as well before Church-windows revel , And with unheeded Numbers tempt the Dead . Yet have my hopeless wishes drawn me hither , Where I unseen may best inform my self , Whether , as I suspect , these are not this Musicians . Perhaps he 's not gone yet , but stays to free me . Time was I shou�d have trembl'd thus alone , But Grief and Fear itself have made me bold . Enter Fabiano , Captain , a Servant , with a dark Lanthorn . Ha! who are these ? Fa. She 's here ; fear not , my Soul. 'T is your adorer . Morat . Ha! ( starting . Ri. Stir not yet . ( aside to Mor. Fa. Take this , thou friendly guide , with my best Thanks , And watch to let us out . Gives the Servant Money . Ex. Servant . Pla. Oh! I am all surprize . Why wou'd you venture thus ? Why , with this Musick ? Is 't to punish me ? Fa. Think not those accents meant to move the Soul. Oh! lovely Maid , more Musick 's in your name ; They 're but the mournful Prelude to my Dirge ; And serve t' amuse observing Spyes one way , That we more safely may escape another : For I am come once more to see and free you , Then go , where my despair shall neer torment you . Pla. Oh I must share your grief where e're you go ; You never can be absent from my heart . Morat . I hope , I dream . ( aside � ) Is this the love I blest my self withal ! Fa. Sighs stop my words . Pla. And Tears obstruct my sight . Fa. Oh! if you lov'd ! Pla. I love you but too well , For my Soul 's quiet , dear unhappy man. Morat , Oh cursed sound ! he 's lov'd ! he 's but too happy . aside . Pla. Go prosecute your generous Design , See foreign Lands , and visit distant Courts ! Fa. Since you will have me go , I will Placentia : But not to Courts . No , I will find some Desart : There will I linger out a wretched Being , Till grief that nurse of Sighs , can yield no more , And with your name upon my Lips , I dye . Pla. Alas , my Wishes contradict themselves ; I wish you'd lov'd me still , I wish you wou'd forget me . Yet love me , love me still , where e're you go . Morat . Racks , Wheels , and Vultures ! � ( aside . ) Pla. Stay , but one moment , I will fetch some Jewels ; " To pay my Portion to the Monastry , " Then I 'll fly thither under your conduct , For there 's no safety here , now brave Vincentio's Dead . Ex : Pla. Morat . Oh! that he were ! � ( aside . ) I can forbear no longer . Who are you there , that with false Lights and Vows Seek to dishonor noble families , Zemet comes up to Morat . ) By ravishing young Virgins from their Houses ? Fa. Whoe're thou art , I justly fling the lye back in thy face . Mor. Our quarrel 's just o' both sides , if 't be so : Then let not odds on mine e're make it less . How many are you arm'd ? Fa. We 're only two , yet dare defie you all ; Tho , if the Moon 's faint light deceives me not , you 're three . Mor. That shall not be ; Ricardo , now stand by . Draw , Zemet � Ri. aside . No , I 'll get lights � I hope they 'll rid me of a Rival . Exit Ricardo . Fa. Whoe're thou art , tho thy Reproach was base , Yet this proceeding's noble . Wou'd we had The Sun to light us to each other's face . I wou'd see thine Let 's to some fitter place to sight this quarrel , For which I know no motive but thy Rudeness . Mor. Yes , there are many ; but my face wou'd show By light but little otherwise than now . I am the Moor , deceas'd Vincentio's friend . Fa. I ever lov'd him ; And , for his sake , I wou'd not kill thee , Moor. Mor. But he wou'd thee , if he were in my place , For stealing thus from him Placentia's love . But I 'll revenge at once his wrongs and mine . Fa. Were he alive . I 'd not invade his right ; And as for thee , how canst thou say I wrong'd thee ? Mor. Oh! ye immortal Pow'rs ! What , have I got A talking syllogistick Enemy ? And for a prize great as Placentia's heart ? Know , whosoe're thou art , I love Placentia . Will that yet rouse thy Courage ? Fa. Hah ! Thou love her ! Vile Black ! I 'll free her from that shame , or dye . Morat fights Fabiano , the Capt. fights Zemet , and disarms him out of sight , then ( to joyn with Fabiano , ) he Re-enters , supporting hims�elf on his Sword. Zem. ( without . ) Disarm'd ! Curst Chance ! Help ! Help ! Capt. Unlucky Wound ! he has hurt me in the Thigh , And now I 'm useless . [ Falls . Enter Placentia , who offers to step between them . Pla. Oh! hold ! or know you kill a harmless Maid . [ They stop . Morat . Madam , retire . Fa. Leave us a while , dear Madam . Pla. No , here I 'll take my death , or hinder yours . Fa. Oh! fly ! while this Moor lives , I cannot free you . Pla. Ah! why so cruel , Moor ! Morat . I love and will not lose you . Pla. The name of love is posion'd on thy Tongue . Oh! sully not my Virtue with thy passion . Can you now think me worth your care , my Lord ? Fa. Heav'n can receive no spots from Blasphemy ; But , spight of that , the pious pay their duty , And mine 's to dye or free you . ( offers to fight again . ) Pla. Oh! stay ! hold ! if you love your selves or me , Who first desists , I 'll think the truest lover . Fa. Must I not punish him ? She suddenly interposes and holds Fabiano . Pla. Yes in my arms � Thus punish him more safely . Now , Moor , if thou woud'st kill him , kill me too . Enter Ricardo , Zemet , and Servantss with lights . Mor. Fabiano ! Ri. How does my worthy friend ? Mor. Oh! never worse . Ri. Where are you wounded , Sir ? Mor. Oh! at the heart � by killing jealousy . Fa. Madam , till morning I must leave you here , And then I 'll wait on you . Pla. Oh that 's too long , where honour is unsafe . Mor. Let him protect you there , if I am grown So fear'd a Ravisher . Fa. Madam , we will : my wounded friend wants help , The Moor is brave , and thus we must be safe . Mor. Zemet , While I retire , stay and observe ' em . Ex. Morat . Ri. O do not fear me , Madam : what I threatn'd Is far from my intent , 't was but to fright you Into complying . I adore your virtue . [ The Captain is carried in . Oh pardon me , be blest , and make me so . [ He kneels to Placentia . Enter Laura , with her two Children led by Servants . Lau. Confusion ! Ri. Hah ! They start and look amazedly at each other . Lau. Ruin'd ! Ri. Both , if you stay . ( Aside to Laura . ) You found me begging here a reconcilement Of this fair Enemy , who 's wedded to a Cloyster ; But I 'll withdraw with you , to know what fit Usurps your patience , Madam . Lau. No , learn that here . Ri. Oh hold ! retire , or we 're undone . ( Aside to Laura . Lau. No , perjur'd man. All here shall known my wrongs . Despair disclaims Reserves : 't is as I fear'd ; Impatient Creditors drive me from home , Just now my goods were seiz'd , and here thy heart . All , all , I find , is lost � of what the fondness Of my late Husband left me when he dy'd , I 've nothing now , but these his helpless Infants ; These Innocents , depriv'd like their poor Mother , Ev'n of a place to lay their little heads . 1 Child . Oh sad ! have we then ne'r another home ? I 'm hungry , cold , and tir'd , indeed I am . Lau. Oh wretched Children , but more wretched Mother ! Fa. This Scene adds grief to grief , yet tempts to stay : Ri. I share your sorrows , Madam : Let 's withdraw , You may expect to find a friend in me . Lau. A friend ! how cold , how unlike one he talks ! And looks , as if I were his Wife already . I 'm lost , he 's false ! I saw it . This confirms it . I can no longer doubt the dreadful truth . But if Revenge � [ Looks angrily upon Placentia Going . Pla. I dare no longer stay . Lau. Stay , thou invader of my right . Fa. Hold , Madam . ( Interposing . Lau. Stay , I 'm all patience yet ! Let me peruse you , Madam � Thou vulgar thing , thou Face mean as thy Birth , How durst thou tempt the Creature of my Love ? I 'm now convinc'd that nothing but a Philtre Cou'd thus divert his choice from me to thee . But wer 't thou Beauty's Queen , thy charms are vain , I 'd blast them all , my conquest to maintain . Dare but to hope my slave to disengage , Not heav'n it self shall shield thee from my Rage . Pla. If Don Ricardo's yours , pray keep him , Madam . I cou'd ev'n hate my self for pleasing him ; Then think not I 'll e're court his odious Love , Sooner shall freedom doat on Tyranny , Sooner will I be perjur'd , or he true . [ Ex. Plac. led by Fabiano . Zem. after 'em Lau. By her Disdain , it shou'd be so . � Just Powers ! Shou'd he shun me , to doat on one who shuns him , ' Twou'd be Revenge , yet heighten my Disgrace . Am I then fallen so low to seek him whom she scorns ? Ri. I still am true � But hear me . [ aside to Laura . Lau. No , thou can'st only be thy self , and false . I 've heard too much , I 'm cur'd at once and loath thee . I thought not , I so tamely cou'd have born Thy change ; but 't is so poor , I scorn thee now . Raise my fortunes High as they stood , our contract shall be void . Ri. Can you mean this ? Lan. Witness it , all that hear me ! Ri. Then be it so . Lau. Do you consent ? Ri. I do . Lau. First perish she , thou , I and all the World. Persidious Fool ! cou'd'st thou presume to think I 'd give thee leave to live and be another's ? Ri. I was a fool , � for I believ'd a Woman ! Lau. And I a greater , I believ'd a Man � Ri. What shall I do ? out of meer pity I must use her ill . ( aside Curst be your Love , and your assuming Pride , Still thus Vexatious , but most curst your Cunning ! Thus do too many of your Sex deceive us ; For they can feign and lye and weep at will. � Reserv'dness is a Bawd to their stol'n pleasures . For , as some wear fine Cloaths with empty purses , They 've but the dress of virtue , not the substance . Their modesty's as thin , as are their Veils , Worn alike ev'ry where , but in their Chambers . Their Reason is a Slave to their wild Passions , Their honesty to the Desires of Men , And their best vertue 's damn'd Hypocrisy � Lau. And what 's your Sexe's who thus rail at ours , To hide your worse dissembling , which all ours Is but to Counterplot ; while all the faults , For which you blame us , are still caus'd by you ? You , who all promise , and who all betray ; Who use your stronger sense to ruin our weakness : And take a greater freedom to be bad , Nay , boast ev'n of more vice than you can act ; Force us to feign , and live recluse like Slaves , Yet damn us for a slip , of which you glory . You , proud , deluding , treach'rous Tyrant � Men : Your very Heroes are but bold Destroyers , Your good Companions are but Libertines , ( Walks about discontentedly . And your fond Lovers but designing Traytors . Ri. to himself . I find 't is vain to think t'outrail a Woman . I must try softer means . Trust me , were both undone , if you rave on ; To Laura following her . But if you 're calm , I 'll double your Estate . Lau. Cruel , how durst thou thus affront my Love ? What did I ever wish for , but thy heart ? Did I desire thy wealth ? Did I not give thee All I possest and beggar these young wretches , Whose sight now fills my drooping Soul with Grief , ( weeps ) And sinks my spirits to the lowest ebb ; For , with our Wealth , our Spirits sink , I find . Ri. Oh check that Love � You know not what you ask . Whate're I seem , I scorn t' undo you more . I am � Oh! I shall say too much ! I swear , ( aside The dismal truth was on my lips � Farewel � ( Going Lau. Stay ! Oh! I dye with shame , but cannot leave him . Heav'ns , is this he who swore eternal truth ! ( Holds him Ri. Do , rail on , curse me , hate me , scorn me , spurn me , That I may dare to wrong you , or we 're ruin'd ! Heav'n knows 't is fate , more than my falsehood , parts us � Lau. Oh racks ! oh pangs ! oh that we could but deal With love , when slighted , as we can with friendship , Part company , and love and friendship too . But 't will not be � I burst with grief and rage . Must I bear this ? Is there no way to ease ? My Rival � I 'll find her out , and give her instant death . ( Going Ri. Hold Madam � ( Ricardo hinders her . Lau. Let me go . Ri. You must not . Lau. Prevented ! and by thee ? Oh my heart breaks ! My Rage works inwards � help ; I faint � I dye ! Swoons in her Womens arms , and is laid in an Arm-Chair . Wom. Oh help my Lady ! Ri. Run to my Closet ! I 've rich Cordials there � By heavens I pity her ! Exit Ricardo's Servant . Yes , from my Soul I do . Her Charms , her Love Deserve a better fate ! Oh! I cou'd kill my self , My most unhappy fickle self ! but hold ! Wou'd that relieve her ? No : Then live , Ricardo , Live to supply her wants out of Placentia's fortune � But how ? while Laura lives , she 'll still obstruct thee . " Oh! whither am I driv'n ? Thoughts not so far ! " But if she lives we 're ruin'd both ! a dreadful truth ! " I feel a strange Remorse . Stay , Life 's to her a greater pain than Death . Then let her dye � " Down checking scruples . Let me tell my Soul " 'T is a kind act , and necessary mischief . Re-enter Servant with a Case of Bottles , Ri. opens it , takes out one , and causes some drops to be pour'd into Laura's mouth . Few drops of this will soon restore her sences � And in few hours give her eternal rest . [ aside . ] Woman . How your hand shakes , my Lord. Ri. Alas ! I 'm much concern'd for her , poor Lady � See , she revives . Lau. More cruelly to dye . For , to the wretched , Life 's a punishment , And most to me , lost , hopeless , yet still loving . Oh women , women , boast your pow'r no more . How soon our pride is humbled ! first we triumph , But oh 't is only with more weight to feel Th' insulting scorn of our Rebellious Slaves . Weep , Laura weep ! Think how with this false Charmer ( Checking thy native haughtiness of Soul ) Thou cou'dst have liv'd an humble Cottage mate , A pattern to all Wives . Yet now he slights thee ; Tho ruin'd for his sake , and unpossest . Oh let me rave , be mad , tear , tear my hair , My face , my eyes , curse their weak Charms , Groan on the ground , and grovel till at last It hides me in a Grave . Throws-herself on the ground � Ri. Pray , Madam , rise . There 's an apartment ready to receive you . Lau. Away ! � Think not I 'll stay in this ungrateful House � No , let me lye expos'd to the bleak Air , On the cold pavement , in some lonesome street ; A Lodging fit for my forlorn condition ; While my poor Children , freezing , tir'd , half famisht , With tears and moans pierce the most cruel hearts , And with cold scraps feed miserable life . Oh dismal , dismal thought ! But 't will not long torment me : I shall run mad , I hope . Yet then , I fear , As on my Straw I rave , a doleful spectacle , Still with a sigh to all my Sex I 'll cry , Thus , thus , poor Laura fares for being true . Ri. Oh! how this shakes my Soul ! she shall not dye . ( aside . Run , fetch Physicians � But hold , I 'm mad too . How will that help her ? � Gently raise her up , Then lead her hence to rest . They raise her up � Lau. It must be to the Grave then . Wou'd it were , So my curst Rival were but there with me ! Oh how the thoughts of her inflame my Soul ! May a wrong'd woman's Curses soon o'retake her , Wrinkles , Deformity , Desires , and Scorn , Detracting blast her fame , worst plagues her Charms , Eternal Disappointments , Grief , Disquiet , Confusion Shame , and Misery like mine Pursue her , and the cause of my Despair . ( Ex. Lau. cum suis. Ri. to himself . How my Soul 's rackt ; shame combating with pity ! Methinks I see her still , and the Bane's working � I feel her Pangs , I hear her Groans � Oh horror ! Enter Bravoes , and Lieutenant . Brav. My Lord � Ri. to himself . It shall not be ; I 'll save her , tho I perish � Bra. My Lord ! He 's lost in thought . Ri. to himself . But will that ease her ? Bra. My Lord � Ri. Hah ! � ( Starting Bra. I 've brought the Captain of the Ship : our friends Wait with his men without . Ri. I thank thee , Hell ! thou hast determin'd me . aside Plate , Money , Jewels , and the chief , the Women , This very night shall all be shipt for Afric . To the Bravo . Come , let 's make all things ready for our flight ; Then in Placentia's Lodgings seize Fabiano ; He 'll be an Hostage for our future Pardon , Oh Laura ! � But I cannot help thy Fall. Necessity makes . Villains of us all . Exeunt
ACT V. Enter Placentia , Fabiano . Pla. OH haste , let 's fly , my Lord ! � Ricardo's Threats , His busie gloomy Looks , his odd Expressions , That Lady's wrongs , her Rage , and all things here , Must have convinc'd you , 't is unsafe to stay . Fa. But oh my Captain ? Pla. The danger cannot reach him . Enter three Bravoes , who surprize Fab. take his Sword , throw it by , and bind him . Fa. Ha! Villains ! by whose orders am I seiz'd ? 1 Bra. By Don Ricardo's hedesigns no hurt : As for you , Madam , you must now deliver Your Money , Plate , and Jewels ; else we 've orders To take 'em all by force . Pla. Assist me then , Despair ! ( aside . ) If there 's no Remedy , go with me yonder ; To them You 'll find much more than e're your hearts cou'd wish : 1 Bra. Search ev'ry where , while I attend Ricardo . Exit . Two of the Bravoes run to the place pointed to 'em by Placentia , she steps out after 'em , locks a door , and re-enters immediately . Pla. By happy Chance I 've lockt the Villains in , While eagerly they rush'd to seize their Prey � I must unbind you , but I tremble so , I scarce have pow'r to do it . She begins to unbind him . Enter Ricardo hastily , with a Dagger in his hand . Ri. Hold ! Pla. and Fa. Hah ! Ri. Attempt to free him , and he dyes . Fa. Thus Robbers steal our wealth , then leave us bound . Ri. You 're robb'd of nothing since she 'd be a Nun ; Neither shall you be left , but go with us . Fa. She shall not go . Pla. Villain , I will not go ; And rather wou'd be wedded to the Plague . Ri. Oh! how that blush of Rage , that sullen Grace , That scornful smile , now blended with a frown , That soft Emotion , and that wild of Beauty Fire my hot blood ! It mantles , bubbles , boyls ! My full Veins swell , and the revulsive Red Whirls flushing o're my face . Oh I 'm all transport ! I must , I will be blest , The coy Placentia , Since she 'll not be my Wife , shall be my Mistress . Come , quickly yield ! for I 'll this very moment . Secure my bliss , lest my design shou'd fail . Fa. If thou' rt a man , unbind and kill me first . Ri. Rave on , and like the damn'd now feel a hell , To see me seize the Heav'n of love by force . Pla. Oh save me , heav'n ! Ricardo , think of heav'n . Fa. Hold ! Is the man lost in the lustful Brute ? Thou lookst a man , then bear thee now like one , Ri. So I intend � Come , with me , or I 'll force you . Pulls Pla. while Fabiano is striving privately to unbind himself . Pla. Can fruit while immature indulge the Taste ? Oh! stay ! do not prophane th' unyielding Tree ; Kind usage and necessity at last May ripen crabbed hate to gen'rous Love. Ri. I scorn the fruit which of itself do's fall , I love a pleasure I must struggle for . Pla. Your appetite 's deprav'd , your Love distemper'd . Ri. If 't is deprav'd , and t'other a disease , Then , sweet or sowr , the Physick must be taken ; Besides , Resistance will enhaunce the blessing ; Insatiate in the Riot of my Joys , I 'll bribe , or teach , or force you to be pleas'd . I 'll grasp the trembling , panting , struggling Maid , Grac'd with variety of new disorder ; Her dress , her tresses loose , and in her face Roses , and Lillies in alternate chase . I 'll see her beg , and beg , to be deny'd , With heaving breasts , soft looks , short balmy Sighs , Kind broken words , and trickling pearly Tears , While my proud Rival by , sees , rages , and despairs . Fa. Racks , Wheels , and Fires , must I be still restrain'd ! [ striving to unbind his legs . Ri. Comply ! Pla. I must not . Ri. Marry me then . Pla. Hope . Ri. I hate long Sieges � 'T is Soldier-like to Storm . Pla. But not to storm weak woman ! Oh! forbear ! [ kneels . Ri. I 'll stab thee then . [ In a threatning posture , then suddenly embraces her : Pla. I 'll thank you . Ri. When 't is done � thou charming stubborn Folly. Thou Foe to thy own Pleasure � what still foolish ? � Sure I can grapple with you . Pla. Oh Heav'n ! Crush , crush us both with Thunder ! oh ! my Lord ! Fa. Curst Sight ! Death to my Eyes ! Hell to my Soul ! I cannot bear it Blast , Thunder , striek , burn , tear me or my bands ! � Ha! � Now , Fate , I half forgive thee � Rises , having freed his Legs , comes up to Ricardo . Turn , Monster ! Ri. Away ! fly instant Fate ! 't is in my hand . " Thou mayst more safely tempt the greedy Lyon , " When with contracted Paws he grumbles o're his prey . Be gone ! I never threaten twice . Villain , stab , or desist . Pushes Ric. roughly . Offers to stab him . Pla. steps between . Ri. Fond , rash fool , take thy wish ! Fa. Hah ! What means Placentia ? Pla. To rob you of that blow ; I want it most . Fa. Restraint , your danger , check , distract , unman me � Oh! my Placentia ! Oh Ricardo spare her ! Pla. Oh! my Fabiano ! Oh Ricardo , spare him ! Ri. Too long I 've trifl'd � stand out of Death's way . Pla. No , strike , strike thro my Heart ! still thus I 'll stand , Between the dear unhappy Man and Fate . Ri. The dearer he 's , the sooner he shall dye . Pla. Oh! take the wealth I now was leaving ! kill me ! " Alas my Death will mend my wretched state , " And I , instead of burying my self living " Within the lonesom Walls of some poor Cloyster , " Will lye more quiet in the silent Grave , " Forgot among the solitary Tombs . But on my knees , which fear has scarce left able To bear my Trembling body , by your Love , By the remaining Tears of this sad day , By your best hopes , and by your future safety , Let me adjure you , spare him , spare my honour , Nor act a Crime you 'd wish undone too late . Fa. Down Stubborn Heart ! bend knees ! Placentia kneels . A Goddess kneels ; but see a greater wonder , Ricardo ! see thy Rival at thy Feet ! Not to beg life ! ah no! I wish to dye : Spare her ! oh spare her ! Let my blood attone . Ri. Something I feel like Pity ; but I 'll hide it � [ aside . ] Or yield , or wed me now , or both shall dye . To Pla. who holds him by the arm . Let go your hold � Pla. Oh do no drag me thus ! Fa. Bound as I am , I 'll strive to snatch thy Dagger . Fa. with both his hands seizes Ricardo's Dagger . They struggle . Ri. falls . She gets his Sword , and points it to his breast . Ri. Hah ! Pla. " Now , Villain , tremble ! Stir , and thou dy'st . Ri. " Oh do not kill me � I 'm not fit to dye � Pla. " Nor ever wi lt ; therefore unfit to live : " What shou'dst thou fear , thou' rt all a Devil already . " Thy lowest fall can be but into Hell. Ri. " Oh , that 's uncharitable ! Pla. " Then that 's like thee : " Infection 's busie where you breathe ! Dye � Pla. offers to kill Ri. Fa. hinders her . Fa. " Hold , dear Placentia , let me interpose : " I'll shield him , but to punish him my self . Pla. " No , his Sword must let out his tainted blood . Ri. " Let not blood stain your Innocence . Pla. " A Monster 's blood ne'r stains the hand that sheds it . Ri. " Can a Virgin do this ? Pla. " A Virgin wrong'd can more . Ri. " 'T is not her office to be cruel . Pla. " But 't is ev'ry one's office to do justice . Ri. " Oh! you are pious , and you must forgive . Pla. " Now you can preach that pity you deny'd . Ri. " Oh! 't was excess of Love that urg'd my Crime . Pla. " Thou never hadst that goodness as to love . Dye , Virtue strikes , not I. Fa. Hold , Madam , free my hands ; I 'll kill him then . Pla. Why venture twice your life against a Villain ? Fa. What can I have to lose , when you are lost ? Ri. aside . I hate this lingring � Thus I 'll scape or dye . Starts up suddenly , and runs out . Pla. Ha! now he 's scap'd , and 't is our turn to fear . Fa. I 'll fly for help , unbind me . Enter Morella , Melinda , and two of their women . Morel . We 've heard a dismal noise � Fabiano bound ! Pla. 'T is now no time to talk ; secure that door . They bar the doors on the side where Ri. came out . Theft , Rape and Murder are at hand � Some of you , ring the Bell , it may bring help . They unbind Fabiano , who takes up the Sword. Fa. Quick , call the Captain : now his wound is bound , Tho lame , he may assist . Exit Serv. Ri. without . Open the door . Fa. No , not to Thieves and Ravishers . Ri. without . We 'll break 'em open then . ( Knocks and wrenches without . Morel . Heaven send us succour first . Pla. I fear it much . The Bell is rung . Enter Captain , supporting himself on a stick . Fa. Why , then I can but dye for you , Placentia . Cap. Talk not of dying , Sir , but of defence . Let 's keep close by the passage , There we shall better make our party good . The door is burst open , the Women shriek . Enter Ricardo , Bravoes , Sailers and Lieutenant . Ri. Fall on ! Ri. and the Bravoes fight , Fa. and the Capt. who give way by degrees , till the Lieutenant finding his Capt. there , falls on the Bravoes , and with the help of the Sailors disarms them and Ricardo . Lieu. Our Captain 's here ! fall on the Rogues . Cap. My men are here , beyond my expectation . Ri. Betray'd by cursed Pyrates ! Cap. Lieutenant , what 's the matter ? Lieu. Our Brigantine , Sir , was o're-pow'r'd by Villains ; So many of our men being on shore . They came upon us so at unawares , There was no other help but joyning with them . I told them I was a revolted Pyrate , Who would be glad of such good company ; And thus , since that , I 've trac'd them in their mischiefs , Being resolv'd to seize 'em , when my men Were got together , as they are now . Fa. Where is the Moor ? Lieu We cannot find him yet . Fa. Bind all the Villains , and confine Ricardo . Enter Don Vincentio undisguis'd , with Attendants . Vin. Forbear , presumptuous Lord ! Fa. How ! Don Vincentio living ! Mol. and Mar. Hah ! 't is my Brother's Ghost ! Ri. Risen from the Grave ; Vin. Why d' you all shun me ? But perhaps you ought . Yet , tho much chang'd , I am Vincentio still . Pla. Alive ! oh grant it heav'n . Vin. You 've been impos'd upon , I find . Ri. Oh my dear Brother , how I mourn'd for you ! [ Runs to embrace him . Pla. " Come I 'll believe he lives , tho 't were a Dream , " That I may know one joyful Moment more . [ The Ladies and Ri. run to embrace him , he makes 'em sign to forbear . Vin. Spare Compliments ! It is your love I 'd have ; When I am sure of that , the rest is needless . Ri. My Lord , your Ear a moment . ( Ri. whispers Vin. ) Vinc. I find , there have been strange disorders here . Placentia , as for you , I hear you 're grown An absolute disposer of your self . Pla. Ah can your Soul more than your face be chang'd ! You did not use to meet our joys this way . Oh! my best Lord ! upon my knees I beg That Calumny may not possess your Soul ! Vin. ( aside . ) How am I chang'd indeed ; I can stand by , And see Placentia kneel . Oh! jealousy , Thou hast perverted all my noble nature : Thou drov'st out flatt'ring hope when most secure , And all my Gen'rous passions follow'd it . Fa. Do's it become Placentia thus to kneel , my Lord ? Vin. If you dislike her low Condition , raise her ! Fa. So , I can , Sir , and to as high a pitch As yours , tho mounted thus in all its pride . Vin. My Lord , you 've in my absence stoln a Jewel ( To F. aside . I priz'd above my life , my very being . Restore it me again on your Sword 's point ; And by the Grove where I kill'd rash Don John. Fa. to him . ] I 'll meet you ; say no more � Rise , noble Maid . Pla. No , I will grow to Earth , except my Lord Turns merciful again , and hears me speak ! Vin. aside . Hopes of Revenge have beat out jealousy , And I 'm my self again � Ah lovely Maid , To what but Heav'n shou'd so much Beauty kneel ? Oh! I was mad , Placentia ! quickly rise , Or I shall sink into the Earth for shame : His words made no impression on my Mind . Ri. My Lord , pray keep your Temper , nor suspect me ; For I have proofs , I wish the Moor were here ! He first betray'd their ill designs to me . Vin. Why then , ye equal judges , hear him speak ! I am the Moor � do you start , base Traducer ? But thou' rt below my Thoughts ? 'T is you , Placentia , I now must chide . " Why , Cruel fair , " Why will you thus shut out your lovely self " From all the World ? I prize no other Wealth , " And wou'd you , wou'd you steal your self from him " Who without you must dye ? for oh Placentia , " None can divide the Body from the Soul. " Yet make that Body live . Pla. " Alas ! Vows firm as fate for ever part us . Vin. " Yet stay , That I may see you shine at Court. Pla. " Ah no! my Lord , vertue shines best in Cloysters . Vin. " But oh ! if you 're resolv'd to live recluse , " And make your fond Vincentio miserable , " Why must another offer you to Heav'n ? Pla. " You shall dispose of me , My Lord , my heart Is by a secret charm bound to Fabiano , But yet , its Duty must be wholly yours . Vin. Oh! break that cursed charm , or else deny All thoughts that prompt a friendship or respect . Respect was welcome from you , when I thought None had a stronger Tye upon your Soul. But that respect � is now below contempt . Pla. Oh! tho I love him � Vin. Oh unspeak those words . Ten thousand Vipers stung me at the sound ; Ten thousand thoughts , all wild , all black , all dismal , Work my mad Brain . Oh , say you love him not . You weep � you are dumb � you will not ? Cruel Maid ! Teach me , yet Pow'rs to move her � Oh I wou'd invoke Men , Angels , Friends , to wrest him from her heart : But 't will be vain : how long have I not su'd ? Hours , Days , Months , Years , are past ; yet still she 's Marble . I 'll dye then � yes ; but first my Rival shall . I 'm ripe for ruin , like some batter'd wall , But haughty Foe , I 'll crush thee with my fall . Fa. Kill me , I 'll thank you ; for I 'm hopeless too . But live , my Lord , and think me not your foe . Nothing but barbarous wrong done to Placentia Cou'd make me draw my Sword against my friend . Vin. Must I be wicked e're I can be eas'd ? Take , take your friendship back . Oh why am I thus curst . My Brother a base wretch , my Friend my Rival , And what 's yet worse , a Rival lov'd ! Oh Tortures ! But what most racks my Soul , this very evening I thought my self the happy'st man on earth . From such a hope , in full career to bliss , Thus to be hurried down a precipice To dash on deep despair ! It kills my reason , Confounds my Brains , my Heart , and tears my very Soul. Flings himself on the ground . Pla. Compose his mind , good Heav'n ! Morel . Rise , my dear Brother . Mel. Oh why will you lye thus ? Vin. Oh why indeed indeed ! my sword , my sword shou'd end me and my pain . [ rises and draws his Sword. Fa. Hold ! are you mad ? [ Takes his Sword from him , and others hold him . Let Reason end 'em , and preserve your Life . Vin. Away ; Life 's my worst foe , and you the next ; Think not t' impose it on me . Reason's self , Nay Patience , says my ills are past her cure . Oh harship ! I 'm ev'n deny'd the priviledge of dying . Then hear , thou heav'n ! why sleeps thy thunder ? end me ! Delay not thus my wisht for Dissolution . Oh rid me of Intolerable Life . Fa. Forgive your Friends , and live my Lord. Vin My Friends ! wou'd you be thought my Friend ? Fa. Yes , from my Soul. Vin. Then dare be such , and rid me now of Life . Fa. Wou'd that be like a Friend ? Reflect , my Lord : Exert your Soul , and bear like your great self . Vin. Will you not kill me then ? Fa. Were ev'ry door to ease shut up but Death , Unwillingly I wou'd . Vin. There 's no other . Fa. Then I must be cruelly kind . ( draws his Sword. ) Pla. My Lord � Fa. Madam forbear ? Let one friend ease another . Vin. Well said ? Come , take your Sword my Friend , and lay its point close to my Breast ? ( Fa. gives him back his Sword. That when I do you the same hated Office , We both may fall at once . Vin. What , both ! forbid it friendship ! I dare not buy my ease at your Life's Cost . Fa. See , whither passion hurried you , my Lord ! Were wilful Death an ease , shou'd you deny it him That gives it you ? for I too am most wretched . But Life 's the Gift of Heav'n , and we must wait Till heav'n commands it back , to gain a better . Vin. Oh! you have touch'd my Soul ! Come to my Arms ! I 'm reconcil'd to wretchedness , to Life , Nay , ev'n to you : Tho Rivals we 'll agree : Let 's all three joyn as partners in affliction . Till heav'n be mov'd , while nature mourns to find Three hearts so wretched , yet so truly kind . Enter Zemet . Zem. My Ld , Don Ferdinand , with guards was forcing Entrance , But , hearing you 're return'd , wou'd only kiss your hand . Fa. My Lord conceal me , lest I be detain'd . Vin. to Fab. Retire into that Room � Go bring him in . ( To Zem. [ Exit . Fa. and Zemet severally . Enter Don Ferdinand , with Zemet with him . Fer. Welcome , my Lord , to Portugal , that mourn'd The brave Vincentio's loss ! The King himself Has worn a noble sorrow for your Death ; And doubtless will rejoyce , to see you contradict That most unwelcome news . Vin. I must employ my Friends , my Lord , for a new pardon , 'T was I that caus'd the Rumour to be spread ; But 't was to save a Brother . Fer. He 's no Brother . Vin. My Lord , he 's but an ill one , I confess : Yet , nature still will work . Fer. I 'll say no more , till I have got your promise , of one thing . Vin. Name it , my Lord ; a gift that you can ask Must needs be too well plac'd to be deny'd . Fer. I had a Son , and hope once more to have him , If this fair Lady will restore him to me , Once I despis'd her , but admire her now . I ask her for his Wife , my Lord , that 's all . Vin. All ! � ask me my Lord , to rip my breast my self , And give you thence my heart . Ask any thing , Rather than ask Placentia for your Son. She must be mine , or no man's in the World. Fer. My Lord , she is your Sister . Vin. Hah ! my Sister . Ri. aside . ] Nay then 't is time to fly : These perjur'd Monks , Tho he 's not dead have made the secret known . Fer. Lay hold on him ! � ( going is stopt by the Lieutenant . ) Enter the 2 Monks . This Villain , shall no longer be your plague . 1. Monk. No , he 's a peasants Son , and she your Sister . Vin. Can Heav'n and Earth conspire to make me wretched ? Sister , that word ne're sounded ill till now . Sister brings in 't eternal separation . Fathers , you shou'd be Messengers of joy . 1. Monk. I hope , My Lord , we shall , if you 'll but hear . Vin Let me hear any thing but Sister from you . That fatal sound will murther me at once ; I dare not understand you . But since I 'm doom'd to hear some dreadful story ; 'T is fit I shou'd possess my Soul with Thoughts Of the most dismal kind ! � I need not study . Placentia Loves another � That 's enough . Alas ! what Racks , what tortures can be worse ! Now tell the rest � yet on the Ground I 'll lye Lest I drop down , when she is prov'd my Sister . ' There , wretched Lover , measure out thy Grave . [ Throws him on the ground . Now strike the blow that must cut off all hopes . 1. Monk. Read that , my Lord ! It is a declaration Under his Parents hands . Gives Vinc. a paper . Vin. This is enough � Placentia is my Sister . Oh! my heart ! Turn , turn thy self about , that I may ask Why this was done ? 1 Monk. My Lord , you 've heard your sickly Infancy Gave but a doubtful promise of your Life . This made your Father wish another Son. But Daughters still deceiv'd him . Now your Mother Then big with Child , had heard him rashly say , If that too prov'd a Daughter , he should wish She never had been his . This made such an impression on her mind , That to preserve his Love , he being absent , Seeing it prov'd a Girl , she chang'd the Child . This fault her youth committed , and her age repented . So she with us deposited this Trust , To be reveal'd , if you dy'd without Issue . If not , to be kept secret . But just heav'n Has brought the secret out before its time . Yet with no breach of trust on our-side neither , Since we believ'd you dead , when we reveal'd it . Vin. Have I not patience , fathers , thus to hear Such killing news , yet lye here without raving ? But I 'll do something too . [ starts up and Exit . Monks and Servant � after him . Pla. Look to my Lord ! Fer. Alas ! he 's much disturb'd � As for these Villains , To dungeons with them . But for this mock-Lord � Degrade him first . Strip of this rich garb , Then Cloath him as befits his state and Birth . [ Ex. Saylors , Bravoes and Ricardo . That thus my Lord may see him dragg'd to prison . Morel . Oh Sister ; 't is more joy to find you thus , Than 't is to lose that wretch . Pla. This doubles the delight I took in Friendship , But my Love for you was so great before , it cannot now encrease . Re-enter Ricardo , in an old Gown with Attendants . Ri. Now , Fortune , Nature , I owe you nothing but a wretched Being . Take back the thankless gift , and then we 're even , " Nor rack my Soul with dread of endless Flames . There 's Hell enough on Earth in guilty minds . " To lose at once the heav'n of Love and Greatness , " Then be condemn'd to Life , or dye a branded Villain ! " Curst Thought ! a branded Villain . Ha! I feel " A warmth new to my heart , thaw the hard lump , " And shake my shudd'ring frame . Oh my past Life , thou mak'st me doubt the future . Alas , I dare not hope I may repent � Laura � Oh run , for pities sake ! she is poyson'd . Get Antidotes ! But tell her not , I did it . Fer. Run , help the Lady . ( Exit Servant . ) Ri. Oh! lead me from her Sight , to Chains and Galleys , To toyl , to shame , to want , to pinching cold , To scorching heat , to stripes , to worse Remorse , And ever-new variety of Woes . All , all these pains are slight , to those I bear , Struggling for hope with horror and despair . Laura in the passage . ] Stay ! Poys'ner Fiend , ! take this and this . ( Exit Ricardo bloody , Guarded by the Lieutenant , &c. Ser. Hold , Madam . Pla. More horrors yet ! oh let 's avoid that Sight . Ex. Pla. with Fer. Morel . and Mel. Enter Laura and Richardo . She holds a Dagger in her hand , and drops it as she struggles with the Servants . Lau. Why do you hold me ? let me end that Monster ! Ri. Strike , injur'd Goodness ; strike again ; I 'll thank you . " Compleat the work of Death , that moves too slow . " But oh ! first hear me , take some Antidote . Lau. Must I be held , and punisht with his sight ? " Free me , or take him hence , for horror shakes me Ev'n at the thoughts that he 's of humane form . Ri. he kneels ) Oh stay ; look on the most undone of Creatures , A Devil in guilt , but a repenting Devil . Oh! cou'd but heav'n and you forgive . Lau. Avant � Devils can't repent , nor be forgiven . Ri. But ev'n the worst of Men , thus prostrate trembling , Not daring to look up , near death , will sigh to heav'n . " Oh! you 're so much its likeness , " Sure its best attribute , Divine forgiveness " May yet be show'r'd ev'n on a wretch like me . " A Wretch , more , more than a wretch , there 's not a name " That can express my miserable state . Lau. Let go my Robes . Ri. Oh never , never , The drowning wretch cannot forego his hold ; That lost , I sink for ever . Lau. " I 'd sink with thee , that thou might'st sink yet lower . " Think on my wrongs , thou Fiend , thy breach of Vows , " Ingratitude , that ev'n thy Sex must startle , " Poyson thy kind return for all my wealth , " For all my Love , and what cries most for Vengeance , " Those poor young Orphans ! Oh my ruin'd Children . Ri. Oh! take some Antidote ! Lau. No , I wou'd dye : what shou'd I live for now ? see behind me nothing left in Life �ut misery , terrible misery . Ri. Oh Laura � Lau. Wil't thou still plague me ? Dye , and let me dye . Ri. " Oh! had you heard me , but an hour ago , " We might have liv'd . Alas you little know " What 's now divulg'd ; I 'm not Vincentio's Brother . Death to a wretch like me has lost its horror ; Death shou'd have snatch'd me in my fancy'd greatness ; But now my base original , my Crimes , My shame call for severer punishments . The Rack shou'd stretch my Limbs , and show me death in view , Then pull the blessing back , that I might long be tortur'd . Then let me starve with those poor helpless Orphans , Whom I have robb'd of the support their dying Father left . Lau. " Oh now thou 'st touch'd my Soul , " And laid my Crimes as well as thine in view . " I , I , was left entrusted with the Care. " How shall I meet my Husbands shade ? methinks " I see his angry Ghost ! he frowns � oh hide me . " Forgive , blest soul ; forgive a poor deluded Woman ! � " But oh ! my Children , how can you forgive me ? � " Yet once more let me see 'em � stay ; I dare not , � " Oh dismal f��e ; a dying mother dreads to see her Children . Ri. " Oh not to you , to me they owe their Ruin ; " Oh me , on me alone shou'd Vengeance fall . " Add to my torments , heav'n , so they have ease . " Oh! tho' she curst me still , tho' she ne're knew " 'T was for their good I strove to wed Placentia , I 'd bear an age of Hell to mend your fates . Lau. Amazement ! his guilt lessens . Can it be ? He pities me , pities my Children too . Take back thy pity , take it back , Ricardo . It gains so much upon my easy heart That I shall wrong my self , and give thee mine . Ri. Pity'd ! am I then pityd ? oh ! thou goodness , If thou can'st pity , sure thou can'st forgive , � But oh the poyson ! That must wake Heav'ns Vengeance , And seal the ears of mercy ; Lau. T was Charity to kill me : but thy falshood Was a worse poyson to my doating heart � Yet we 've all faults . Alas , we all want mercy � We must forgive , � heav'n pardon thee , and me ! Ri. What do I hear ? Lau. But fly ! my Children's sight may force forgiveness back . Ri. Is that forgiveness ? see , I bleed apace . Oh pardon , e're I dye . Lau. Oh! I've a vice of mercy in me . Ri. Let me Embrace your Knees , breath out my Soul. [ Embraces her knees . Enter Children . Lau. My Children ! off , away . [ pushes him away . Ri. I dare not see 'em , and I cannot leave her ! throws himself on his Face . Lau. " Away , you dearfond wretches . Why d' you cling ? " I 've ruin'd you ; but oh ! I 'm ruin'd worse . " Poor Innocents , they little know their misery , " I feel it double for them , wretched Mother . Oh had my Woes fall'n only on my self , I 'd think 'em gentle , but this worse affliction Intail'd on you , poor helpless guiltless Orphans , It turns my Brains , distracts me � 'T is too much . Oh dreadful change ! oh vanity of life ! Death is the only blessing a fond Mother [ She falls , and then she sees the Dagger by her and takes it up privately . Can wish her dearest Children � ha ! the Dagger . Do's not Fate hint by this , I ought to ease ' em ? Must they be left , to want ? to beg ? to starve ? I 'll do 't ; but oh what Arm can hurt such sweetness ? I cannot strike � I cannot bear their Looks � But must they live to curse me , shame their name , And dye perhaps an ignominious Death ? No , I must strike � 1. Child . Pray , mother , don't look so , indeed it frights me Oh pray ben't angry ! oh I 'll hug and kiss you . Lau. Away , we 're ruin'd , and we ought to dye . 1. Child . Oh my dear Mother , live ; We 'll beg for you . Lau. Beg ! cou'd you Beg ? 1. Child . Yes , for our dearest mother . Lau. Oh this disarms me . Live , my dearest Children � Live and be happier , you instruct your Mother , ( She throws away the Dagger and embraces her Children . And I too ought to Live � If there be means � but oh the poyson It works , hah ! it shoots Hell into my Blood ! I am all wound . My head ; my breast ! I burn ! Heart , I cleave my sides ! Brains , burst my skull ! help ! help ! Oh gently , gently ! � ( They offer to help her . Ri. " Oh horror ! Curse thy sufferings off on me , " Thou martyr'd Goodness � hurl your Bolts , you Powers ! " Grind , grind me into dust , " And on each atom double all her pains . " So Laura's eas'd , Ricardo will not murmur ! Lau. Oh! give me ease ! where 's Death ? The Coward dares not come , affrighted at my torments . My Br��th's a fire . Help ! Water , Ice ! Heav'n , pity me . Give ��� some of the cold my Children are to suffer . Lieut. Take hence these innocents , too much they move . Lau. Oh pity them � I call'd on Death , and lo , he 's come at last . But oh the thoughts of them , makes me now welcome him With that sad heaviness that sinks despairing Sinners . Oh Heav'n ! � Oh my Children ! � ( Dyes . Wom. She 's dead , she 's dead . Ri. " Hah ! and do I still live ? " Be dry my Eyes , and you , my Wounds , weep faster . " Oh let me look , and sigh my last at once . Oh killing sight when shall I overtake thee , Thou only fair ? Oh! never , never , never . 'T is not for guilt like mine to mount with thee : I feel my self in Hell , and mercy's self Can never stoop so low . " Fain wou'd I pray � ha ! a Grim Vision frights me . " Oh heav'n ! oh save me ! hah ! a hand is stretcht " To raise me up to heav'n , let me get hold � " But oh ! dark vapours rise between � I cannot see it Re-enter Ferdinand , and a Servant . No News yet of Vincentio ? � Oh most dismal sight ! Fer. Remove that Scene of Grief � force off that wretch . Ri. Oh you shall never part us � No , I will , I will Be joyn'd with her at least in Death ! � Oh Laura ! Laura , ( Laura is carried off , Ricardo follows , bolding by the garments , but is forced off , faints , falls and is carried off . Fer. A doleful Scene ! but where 's my Lord Vincentio . I dread some greater mischief from his Stay. Enter Zemet . Zem. Run , find Placentia ? Don Vincentio's coming , A Conqu'ror o're his noble self at last . ( Exit Servant He brings my Lord Fabiano to be blest . Fer. My Son ! Enter Vincentio and Fabiano at one Door � Placentia , Morella , and Melinda at the other . Vin. Love's sacrific'd at last to Reason , Take her , She 's yours , my Lord. Fa. Oh 't is too much at once � oh rapture � oh Placentia . Pla. Oh my lov'd Lord ! � [ He embraces her . Fa. My Life ! my Soul ! oh I am lost in Bliss , and suffer with delight . Thou kind omnipotence , forgive my doubts , I thought thou cou'dst not thus have blest a mortal � My Lord , my Father ! [ kneels to his Father . Fer. Oh my dear Son , be blest , and let my tears Now speak my Joy as once they did my Grief . Vin. Thus Providence has wrought my desperate cure . Oh! you , no more my Mistress nor my Rival , Live happy . Long be crown'd With blessings which no single state can give . My heart has fed so long on hopeless Love That it wou'd surfeit , shou'd it feed on other . Glory shall be my Darling Mistress now . Off then , soft frenzy ! let me rouze my Soul. In martial Fields let Fame possess it whole : While all who know , whence sprung these dangers here , Learn from small Crimes great mischiefs to beware . Ex. Omnes . FINIS .
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Notes for div A51496-e850 * See Journal des Scavans , Paris . Histoire des Ouvrage des Scavans , Roterdam : & Oeuvres de Boursault .