PR UNIVERSITY OF CALIFORNIA AT LOS ANGELES S E T If O N A TRAGEDY. AS IT IS PERFORMED AT THE THEATRE-ROYAL J N DRURY-LANE LONDON: Printed for T. B E c K E T, the Corner of the Adelphi, in the Strand, M0CC LXXIV. { Price One Shilling and Six-pence. J PROLOGUE. 1 Spoken by Mr. REDDISH. Written by Mr. CUMBERLAND. i N clajjic times, as learned, authors fay, When Greek or Roman wits pro due' d a*p!ay, The herald Prologue, 'ere the fports began, Fairly ftept forward, and anncintc'd the plan : In few plain words he ran the fable through, And, without favour, publiflo'd all he knew. An honeft cuftom : for the plan was clear, ' The fcene was femple, and tbe Mufe fincere ; No tawdry fajhions warp'd the public tafte, The times were candid, and the ft age was chafts. Can we expeff, in thefe enlighten' d days, A courtly age fhould hold fuch vulgar ways ? Or that a blabbing prologue faould difdofe Scenes, which no Mufs of fajhicn ever Jhows. No, Sirs, Sethona is the lady's name She lives at Memphis of unfullicd fame : A Tyrant woo'd her but me lik'd another, And once 'twas fear'd her lover was her brother. As for the reft, a little patience borrow, The Chronicle will tell you all to-morrow. Authors are now fo over modeft grown, They publ^Jh all men's writings, but their own, But let no living bard conceive offince, Nor take the general in a partial fenfe. ^ Peace to all fuch ! the lab' ring bee muft feed From flow' r to flow 'r -, perchance from weed to weed, Andfoould the comb unwelcome flavour yield, The faults not in the fabric, but the fold-, 354637 PROLOGUE. l The critic wafpi mean white upon the -wing, (An in f eft fraught with nothing but a fling) Bifturbs t * induftrious hive^ for malice fake ' 9 , Marring that honey, which he cannot An abfent bard^ engaged in diftant wa'r y 1'his night appears by proxy at your bar : As o'er Arabia's wilds he took his way, From fultry Ormus and the realms of day, His active mind, fuperior to its toil. Struck put thefe fcenes upon the burning foil. No coding grottoes-, no umbragtous groves,, tT0 win the Graces^ and allure the Loves - y , No Heliconian fount wherein to dip^ Andjlake the burning fever on his Up \ Before him all is defart, wafte, and dry r Above him flames the tyrant of the Jky -, Around his temples gathering whirlwinds fight ^ And drifts of fcorching duft involve the- light: Oh^fnatch your Poet from impending death, And on his /brine well hang his votive wreath. EPILOGUE. Spoken by Mrs. BARRY. Written by Mr. G A R R I C K. A S it i* prov'd, by fcholars of great fame, That Giplies and Egyptians are the fame; J,from my throne of Memphis, _/&//"/ the jcene, And of the Gipfles, now Jiep forth the Queen f Suppcfe, that with a blanket on my /boulder* An old Jlrip'd jacket, petticoat ftitt older, With ebon locks, in wild diforder fpread, '-The diadem, a. clout about my head ; My dingy Majejly here takes her Ji and, Two children at my back, and one in hand ; Witb curtfey thus and arts my mother taught, I' II tell your fortunes, as a Gipfey ought: loo far to reach ycur palms--!' II mark your traces^ Which fate has drawn upon your comely facets j See what is written en the outward /kin, And from the title page, know all within : Firft, in your faces * I will mark each letter Had they been cleaner Ihadfwn 'em better ; Tet through that cloud fome. rays offun-Jhine dart y An un-wajtid face oft 'veils the deaneft heart. ttaj honeft Tar, with Nancy by his ftde y So loving, leering, whifpers thits his bride, " I love you Nancy, faith and troth I do, c * Sound as a bifcuit is my heart, and true -, " Indeed, dear Johnny, fo do 1 love you." Love on, fond pair, indulge your inclination, You ne'er will knew, for want of education, Hate, infidelity, and feparation. * To the Upper Gallon'. Seme EPILOGUE, Some Cits I fee look dull, and, fame look %ay, As in Change- Alley they have pafs'd the day, City Barometers ! -for as flocks go, What Mercury they have, is high or low. Whafs in the wind which makes that Patriot vere f Hefmells a contract or lott'ry next year ; Some Courtiers too I fee, whofe features low'r, Juft turning patriots, they begin to four j What in your faces can a Gipfey fee ? Te Youths of fafoion, and of family ! What are we not to hope from tafte, and rank ? All frizes in this lottery? Blank- -blank blank-- Now for the Ladies---/ no lines can fpy tell their fortunes and Til tell you why ; Thofe fine-drawn lines , which would their fate difplay, Are^ by the hand of fafhion, brujh'd away ; Pity it is, on beauty* * faireft fpot , Where nature writes her beft, they make a blot ! Pd tell our Author's fortune, but his face, As diftant far as India from this place, Requires a keener fight than mine to view - y His FORTUNE can be only told by YOU. ADVERTISEMENT. (COLONEL DOW, when he failed for India, left the following Tragedy in the pofTeffion of Mr. GAR RICK. The event has (hewn, that the reputation of an abfent author could not have been trufled in fafer hands. He fpared no expence as a manager, no pains as a man of tafle. The Scenery is ftricllycharacterifbical, and highly pi cturefque. The Drefles are magnificent and expenfive, the Parts caft with great judgement; and the whole conducted with that regularity and eafe, which can only be attained by a thorough knowledge of the Drama, and the bufmefs of the Stage. Mrs. BARRY, poiTefied of every power to touch, to penetrate, to dif- folve the heart, exerted them, in a degree that afkmifhed while it pleafed the audience. Mr. BARRY was judicious, chafte, and pa- thetic in Seraphis. Mr. REDDISH, fpirited, and full of fire, in Menes. In their refpec- tive parts, the two AICKINS deferved and received great applaufe. Ample juftice was done by Mr. PACKER, and others, to the reft of the characters. The public, and the author, are indebted to Mr. CUMBERLAND, for an elegant and claffical Prologue : And to Mr. GARRICK, for one of the befr Epi- logues that ever was pronounced from the flage. Dramatis Perfonae. SE^lAPHIS, King of Egypt, Mr. BARRY, AMASIS, Ufurperof the Throne of 7 AJ SMr. AICKIN, 3 MENES, next Male-Heir to the 7 ,, I Mr. REDDISH, Crown, j >, High Prieft of Ofiris, Mr. J. AICKIN, OTANES, Governor of Sais, Mr. PACKER, MYRT^US, General of the Forces, Mr. DAVIES, OFFICERS, Mr. WRIGHT, Mr f WHEELER, and Mr. KEEN. SETHONA, Daughter of Seraphis, Mrs. BARRY. GUARDS, &c. &c, SETHONA.- SETHONA, $ S E T H O N A. Could'ft thdu enthrone me, 'midft the ftars of heaven*' And lay, the world that rolls beneath thy feet, And all theie fplendid orbs around, ara thine, I would reject them, as the price of guilt, Though prefs'd with all the miferies of life. A M A S I S. Enough of argument ! Know then this hour Shall make thee mine -, {hall bend thee to my arms $ Shall change thefe h aughty frowns, and vain complaints,' To gentle fniiles and murmurings of love. S E T H O N A. Then know my foul, arrudft my ruin'd flate. Maintains the dignity of Egypt's kings, Looks down upon fhee. Threats to me are vain* JMy foul cofltemns them all ! A M A S I S. By Egypt's gods, Thou'rt fovereign of my heart ! the full extent Of all my wimes ! -High, in regal ftate, Thou malt command the nations. Princes, kings," The Nile, the ocean, to thy feet mall bring Their yearly tribute. Still my foul mall dwell On thy perfections. Love fhall crown our days With joyj with tranfport (feizing her. S E T H O N A. Spare me, Amafis ! 1 beg not for my life. I wifh to die : But if my tears, my -prayers can move thy hearV O let my wearied foul forfake the world, In all its native innocence, AM A S I S. Arlfe, Arife, Sethona ! Doft thou think my love A fpark, to be cxtinguifh'd by a tear? C A ra S E T H O N A, A flame, to be blown out with fobs and fighs ? A foft impreflion, melted by the breath Of pity ? No And wouldfl thou not defpife Such cold affection ? Soon, within my arms, Thy ftrange averfion fhall be chang'd to love, And thou fhalt wonder at thy own pcrverfcncfs. S E T H O N A. No never ! never ! A M A S I S. To the altar ! S E T H O N A. Here Here let me perilh A M A S I S. Thus I bear thee hence ! S E T H O N A. Inhuman n%an ! to-morrow A M A S I S. No this hour This moment! S E T H O N A. Tyrant I will not betray My faith to Mcncs ! A M A S I S. Mencs is no more f S E T H O N A. Then grant this hour to griet A M A S I S. Thou plead'ft in vain ; In v^in thou ftriv'ft away S E T H O N A. (fainting.} O Mencs, Menes ! AM A S E - T H O N A. ix A M A S I S. Ha { whence this palenefs ? This is no deceit: The blood retires. A tranfitory death O'erwhelms hex fenfes. Bear her to our halls ! [Amafis and Attendants lead her out.] Enter M E N E S fuMenfy, O R U 3 ft&wivg. O R U S. Menes, forbear ! M E N E S. It was Sethona's voice ! O R U S. Ram youth ! thy frenzy ruins all our hopes. M E N E S. As well thou might'ft oppofe the bolt of Jove, Wing'd wiih his wrath. Away- left in my rage Thou too ihould'ft perifh. O R U S. Tread on my grey hairs, I will not quit thee. Wherefore would'lt thou rum On certain death, and, in an evil hour, Deftroy the work of years, the fruit of all Our expectations ? Let not rage prevail A certain death, without revenge, attends Thy rafhnefs. Stay, this night, this very hour, May crown thy hopes. M E N E S. This moment fills my foul With mortal anguifh. In a ftate like mine It were a crime to liften to the voice Of prudence. Wherefore thus obftruct my courfe ? Since full revenge is my determin'd aim, Truft to my conduct. C O R U S. 12 SETHONA, ORUS. Whilft this ftprm of rage Darkens thy reafon, hence thou malt not ftir. Doft thou defpife my council ?- -Haft thou loft All reverence for my friendmip, for my age, And facred function ? Is the life I faved Unworthy of thy gratitude thy care ?- Young man, this frenzy fuits not with thy fame. . A nobler paffion now demands thy fwoH : Egypt, amidft her tears, looks up to thee, Her only hope ! Not Amafis alone Muft perifh, Tyranny itfelf muft fall. M E N E S. "What noble purpofe labours in thy mind ? J ftand prepar'd. Orus, command my fword, My life, my fame j but firft let me behold Sethona. - In this moment of defpair, he may be loft for ever ! ORUS. Danger lies Between thee and thy wimes : Yet to cairn This tempeft of thy foul, a faithful flave, At my requeft, fhall quickly guide thy fteps Through the deicrted pafiage, form'd of old By kings, who loy'd in fecret to approach The gods. But let not idle dreams of love Enfnare thee by delay. With fpeed return To hear, to execute a great defign. M E N E S. "Whatc'er thy wifdom plans, is deem'd by me The will of heav'n. ORUS. Too long thou tarry 'ft here. This is no place of fafety. Moeris foon Shall 3 E T H a N A. 13 Shall lead thee to Sethona. In thy cell A moment wait. By my command, the flaye Shall there attend thee. M E N E S. Neareft to the gods ! To thee I truft to fave a dearer life .Than this which now I owe thee. To direct My fteps to glory, to revenge ; to roufc The warlike genius of our native land ; Arm'd with the wrath of heav'n to crufh the pow'r Of Amafis, and level in the duft Thofc maffy fabricks, which his pride has rais'd. [Exit Menes. Q R U S, aline. that this night were paft ! and Seraphis Again eftabliflied on his ancient throne ! 'Till then, I muft not tell this gallant youth, His high defcent-, that he, as Sethos' fon, Is nephew to the king, and Egypt's heir. His headlong fury breaks through my defigns. 1 muft invent fome fcheme to check his rage, And ftop the progrefs of his ill-tim'd love, 'Till from his throne ufurp'd the tyrant falls. "Why ftays Otanes thus ? Confpiracies, Like thunder clouds, mould, in a moment, form ftrike, like lightning, 'ere the found is heard. of the FIRST ACT. SETHONA, ACT II. SCENE, S E T H O N A V Apartment. SETHONA. Entring in terror. S E T H O N A. J~J. E finds no reft in death ! It bore the form Of Merits ! Dimly he aroie thro' nmht ! He flood in filence ! He purfues my fteps ! Here I am left alone ! My voice of grief, Invades his dark repofe ! Again he comes ! Enter M E N E S. Thou awful fliade, retire ! M E N E S. Away with fear 7 SETHONA. 'Tis he ! 'Tis he himfclf ! M E N E S. My foul's delight ! Once more I clafp thee to my panting breait. This, this is more than joy ! SETHONA. Where haft thou been? MENES. S E T H O N A. 15 M E N E S. Compofe thy mind a while S E T H O N A. Since thou art fafe, W hy fhould I queftion farther ? M E N E S. Thou fhalt hear, But let not grief affect thy tender mind, Or throw a damp upon this hour of joy. S E T H O N A. Of joy, indeed ! That giyes me back my lore ! Where haft thou been ? Oh, Mene$, tdl me where* I will be calm but let me hear it all. M E N E S. That day, on which we flood before the gods, With willing vows, to coniecrate our loves, The tyrant's guards aflaulted me unarm'd, And tore me from Ofiris and from thee. Thro* paths unknown, they led me to a cell, Caft me in chains then railing from the floor A pond'rous marble,, to my view difclos'd A dark deep pit, a dreary fepulchre ! Headlong they threw me down, to dwell with night, Famine and horror, folitude and death ! S E T H O N A. O dreadful date ! M E N E S. Cold, bruis'd, difconfolate, With fetters gall'd, with mortal anguilh torn, I lay, refign'd to deftiny. S E T H N A. Ye gods ! MENES. 16 S E T H O N A. M E N E S. Then riling up, I crept along the walls From place to place, and often in my arms, Embraced th' cmbalm'd dead ! Thro' many a cell I wander'd cheerlefs. When a hollow found Roll'd murmuring thro' the tombs. I wifh'd again For nlence by degrees the noife approach'd S E T H O N A. Approach'd ! M E N E S. And foon a ray of livid light 55 Shot thro' the darknefs. Then a form appear'd, That icem'd not mortal, clad in veftments pure As heav'n's meridian beam. His beard was white, And pale his. aged vifage, faintly feen By the blue taper, in his trembling hand. Tow'rd me he mov'd ; then clafpt me in his arms, And welcom'd me to liberty and life. I knew him then for Orus. S E T H O N A, Happy fight ! What brought him thither ? M E N E S. Oft, at dead of night, He visits his great anceftors. Releas'd From all my chains, I trod his cautious path. Thro' winding ways, he led me to the fane Of great Ofiris. 'Where I fcarce h^d flood An hour conceaPd, when by thy voice alarm'i I rulh'd to fave thee ! S E T H O N A. Stiil my fears intrude Upon S fe T H - A N" A. 17 Upon my joys. Is Amafis inform'd Of thy efcape from death ? M E N E S. He knows it not. SETHONA. How cam'ft thou hither ? Didft thou pals urtfeerij Unknown by all ? . M E N. E S. My fteps to thde were led By faithful Maoris. SETHONA. We're betray'd and loft ! He, with the times, has chang'd. Our forrows all Proceed from Maeris. When before the gods We pledg'd our vows of Idve, to Amafis He bore the grateful fecret, and received The price of perfidy. While yet I fpeak, Thy late eicape is to his ear convey'd. This fatal hour the tyrant's vengeance falls Again upon thee, Menes ! Thou muft fly, And leave me to my fate. MENES. Thou do'ft not mean To wound my honour iri the tendered part, By the propofal of a deed ib bafe ? tt muft not be -Our fate has made Us one, And what but death can part us ? SETHONA. Blame me not, If my affection and my ftars advis'd The only means of fafety. MENES. " Tryft the gods, Nor think of danger. D SETHONA. 18 SETHONA. , SETHONA. Think not that I fear, The utmoft rage of ftern adverfity, Whilft thou art left. With thee'l could be blefs'd, Wreck'd on a pointed folitary rock, Tho* loud thro' night the fpirits of the florm Howl'd on the hoary deep. M E N E S. That fmile alone Wou'd'ca'lm the tempefls rage. Where'er thou art, There dwells my joy. A ray divine is pour'd From heav'n around thee. Sympathy of foul, And finer feelings than the plant that fhrinks, From the light contact of an infect's wing, Diftinguim thee Enter an OFFICER, with a Guard. "OFFICER. The king commands' that Menes may be feiz'd, For crimes of treafon. SETHONA. Ruin ! Death enfues ! MENES. For treafon ? Hence ! or this my fword SETHONA. Alas ! OFFICER. Put up thy fword. Thy rafhnefs nought avails. MENES. 'Tis better now to die in arms, than fall Defencelefs, unreveng'd, by bloody flaves, That murder in the dark. Twill not yield. Retreat, or periih. OFFI- S E T H O N A. 19 O F F I C E R. Rufh upon him M E N E S. Death Awaits the man who dares advance SETHONA. O heaven t O Menes, yield ! OFFICER. Why grafp ye thus your fwords, Yet look fo pale ? the orders .of the king Are death, fhou'd he refill. MENES. Then welcome death ! When dire neceflity prefents the choice, Of death, or of dimonour, Enter O T A N E S and intcrpofes. OT ANES. Sheath your fwords ! OFFICER. Then muft Otanes anfwer to the king For Menes. OTANE3. Soldier, hence ! OFFICER. Thy power muft ftand Between us and his rage. OTANES. It fliall away lExit Officer. MENES, Otanes ! D 2 OTANES. S E T H Q N A. Q T A N E S. Prop of my declining years ! Jleftor'd to fclefs my arms ! " M E N E S. ReilOr'd to prove New caufe of for row. i r O TANKS. Fear it not, the gqds Are ur protestors : Why in tears, Sethona ? S E T H O N A. Pidft thou not fee thefe minifters of death? OTANES. Give wing to hope. She cannot foar too high, In this decinve moment of 'thy fate. But Amafis may come. A while retire, 1 muft confer with Menes. Banifh fear ; pur lait refolves fhall be convey'd tp thee. SETHONA. Thy words reftore me from the wild abyfs pf horror and defpair. May all the gods ponfirm thy hopes and profper thy defigns. {Exit Sethona. QTANES. Menes, thou know'ft that witn paternal care I rear'd tny infancy and train'd thy youth To arms -, with joy, from year to .year, beheld Thy ardent fpirit kindling./ as it flew, To deeds of glory. Often in the field I prov'd thy courage. Now the time is come To prove thy fortitude. Thou muft refign Stfthona to the king ; or inftant death Awaits thy difobedience. S E T H O N A. 21 M E N E S. Ha ! what means pcahes ? Yield Sethona ! prove, at once, Falfe to my vows, a traitor to my love, Deteited, loft, difhonour'd ! He that once Falls, in his'own opinion, fails indeed ! But he, that's conicious of his virtue, ilands Unmov'd, the prciTure of an adverie world. OTANES. Menes, in any other caufe but this, Such noble fentiments I would approve ; But love awhile, muft give a place to deeds Qf death or fame. This night I me.an to rajfe A King in Egypt, and fubvert the thron9 Of the ufurper. MENES. Shall it be to night ? OTANES. To night. The enterprize is plann'd and ripe For execution. MENES- When the tyrant falls, Say, who fhall reign in Egypt ? OTANES. Seraphis ? The loy'd, the lawful foverergn of the land ; Whofe virtues equal his defcent divine ; And, through the cloud of his misfortune, dart A ray of glory round him. MENES. Seraphis ! do J hear ? he perifii'd in the Nile ! OTANES. 22 S E T H O N A. O T A N E S. So Fame reports. But flill the monarch lives. To-day from Ethiopia, in difguife, He is return'd. There long he lay cenceal'd, A hermit in the delert. Stand prepar'd. Our friends already fie their armour on, And grafp their fwords, with elevated hopes Of glory and revenge! At my reqtieil, Ciphrenus, who commands the eaftern gate, Fronting the royal palace, will admit A powerful fquadroa, that, out flying Fame, Advance -from Sa's. Orus, too, convenes Some bold confpirators, within the walls. MENES. "Where do they meet in arms ? O T A N E S. AtGeops'tomb! Enter A M A S I S, (fuddenly.} A M A S I S, Is Menes not in chains ? OTANES. ! O King, forgive A crime that fprung from error, not defign. AMASIS. From error no ! his crude ambition points At Egypt's throne in fair Sethona's right. OTANES. He ne'er could cherim luch ambitious hopes, A youth of humble name. A M A S I S.' Whence is he fprung ? OTANES. SETHONA. 23 OTANES. His fire in Seraphis's court was train'd, A man of virtue, though to tame unknown. The gods bear witness, how my foul abhors This fatal union. When, at Sais, firft His private purpofe reach'd mine ear, to thee With ipeed the fatal fecret I convcy'd. A M A S I S. Thou didft, Otancs, and by that confirm'd Thy prudence and unmaken faith to ire ! Yet fuch. a crime, in Menes, merits death. OTANES. May I not plead ! A M A S I S. Away, tis all in vain. With fraudful arts, he won Sethona's foul : Sethona, whom we lov'd and long defign'd To grace our royal bed, to reconcile The minds of factious fubjeds to our threne. MENES. I lov'd Sethona ! fhe return'd my love ; Now fhe is mine, by all the holieii vows, And would not violate, her pligHed faith, To mare thy throne ! OTANES. Menes, what rage ! A M A S I S. Is thine ! Thy infolence ! thy folly ! MENES. Art not thou The guardian of the laws ? And not die rod Of vile oppreffion. T^ n o* meet that kings Shou'd 24 S E T H O N A. Shou'd break the chain, by which they bind mankind And fhew the world examples of injuftice. A M A S I S. Prefumptueus man ! this inftant let him die ! M E N E S. (putting kis hand is his (word.) Away ! ye Oaves or death O T A N E S. (afide.) All, all is loft ! O Menes, Menes ! thou haft ruin'd all. Remember, ah ! remember. Yield thy fword (aloud] Dar'ft thou oppofe thy fovereign ? Dar'ft thou raife Thy fword againft Otanes ? MENES. I fubmit. My life is in thy hands AM A SIS. Let him be led To publick execution. Let mankind Learn from his fate, their duty to the throne. (Menes is carried off. OTANES. (kneeling.) My king ! my fovereign, hear me f A M A S I S. Ceafe old man ! Would'ft thou avoid our rage, forbear to plead The caufe of treafon. Hence ! I'll hear no more ! {Exit. OTANES. Confufion ! ruin ' his unbridled rage Has drawn the tyrant's vengeance on his head, J Ere all our friends are arm'd. What now remains ? Enter 1 S E T H O N A. 25 Enter S E T H O N A. S E T H O N A. Gone, gone for ever ! They have torn him from me ! Hark ' was not that his voice ? O T A N E S. I heard it aot. S E T H O N A. It is ! it is ! O T A N E S. No whifper ftirs the air j Thy grief perverts thy fenfes. Still the pow'r Is thine to lave him. S E T H O N A, Ha ! what power is mine ? O T A N E S. Confent to wed the k ; ng. S E T H O N A. To wed the king ! O T A N E Si Hi* death mail free tbee, 'ere the nuptial rites Can be perform' J : A bold confpiracy Is pointed at his life. This hour he falls ! S E T H O N A. This very hour ! ye gods ! O T A N E S. Confide in me. Feign full fubrnifllon ; on thy knees implore His clemency. Thy honour fh^ll rema'n Safe and inviolate. S E T H O N A. Thy plot may fail ! E OTANES 26 S E T H O N A. O T A N E S. It refts with thee. SETHONA. With me it Ihall not reft. Enter A M A S I S. A M A S I S. What doft thou here, Sethona ? why in tears ? Why art thou thus the conftant prey of grief, When joy prevails around ? SETHONA. Why doft thou alk ? Oh, pardon Menes ! fpare him, Amafis ! Or give me inftant death. AMA.SIS. Thy death to me Were more fupportable than thy difdain. SETHONA. Then 'tis decreed : The hour that Menes falls, Shall te my laft. AM AS IS. This tempeft of my foul, Which you, like fome malicious goddefs, rais'd To wreck my peace, mail overwhelm you both, Since you muft fink together. (gi n g-) OTANES, (aftde.) Sooth his rage ; Menes muft perifh, all our fchemes muft fail, Should'ft thou not flatter him with hopes of love. SETHONA. Still hear me, Amafis ! AM AS IS. Of this no more. SETHONA. SETHONA. 2ji SETHONA. Alas ! what happinels can'fl thou propofe By haftning my compliance : Time might work A change in my affe&ions. Generous minds Pifdain a cold return ; and ftill derive Their greateft joys, from thofe which they confer. AM AS IS. Perfuafive woman ' Know my pyide, that brooks Not oppofition, fires my bofom more Than all thy boafted charms ; nor can the flame Be quench'd but with his blood. Hafte, let him die ! SETHONA, {kneeling.) Stop, cruel -man! O, Amafis, revoke The fatal fentence ! let thy heart relent, I will be grateful, j A M A S I S. It js now too late : The power is mine. SETHONA. Then ufe it like the gods. In mercy. A M A S I S. In the punifhment of crimes ! SETHONA. Is there no hope ? A M A S I S. No none ! SETHONA. What would'ft thou have ? AM AS IS. I afk thee nothing. E 2 SETHONA 2& t - SETHONA. S E T H O N A. Am I then fo poor, So abjeft in. thine eyes ? A M A S I S,- No more ! -arile. Leave me, Sethona ! SETHONA. Doft thou mean to ftam Thy nuptial hour with murder ? AM AS IS, Urge me not, J Tis weaknefs thus to hear thee. SETHONA. On that hour Doft thou refufe one poor requeft ! AM A SIS. Command The wealth, the power of Egypt. SETHONA. Wealth and pow'r Will now avail me nothing. Are thy fears S ..re at ? Does Menes A M A S I S. Fears ! We know no fears , Protecled by our valour, by our pow'r, rvar.niind, remains, unfhake'n as our throne. Gr>:; more to gratify thy will, to mew Our juft contempt of M'enes, fet him free. (to his guards. Nay, S E T H O N A. 29 Nay, let him join the foe, difpute the field. Then fhahthou fee, that Amafis excels (to Sethona,} Alike in arms, in honour and in fame. Call Menes hither. (to bis guards} OTANES. Wherefore Ihou'd the king Thus conddcend ! His madnefs, his defpair May (till infult thy clemency A M A S I S. Away ! Let him approach. OTANES. Sethona, leave this place. Yield to the preflbre of the p relent hour. Bend to the tyrant's wrath, i'cjir. to confent. Obey my words. Depart. SETHONA. How hard to feign In lave like mine j He comes Enter MENES. A M A S I S. Bold youth, advance, Sethona, yielding to our love, redeems Thy life, but fly beyond our fpacious realms, Or we revoke our mercy. MENES. Speak, Sethona! She turns from me in filence. Bear me back To death, [Exit Sethona. AMASIS. S o S. E T HO N A. , AM A SIS. Thy doom is fix'd. Thou'rt banifh'd from this hour. Sethona wills it, and her will is fate. Guards, bear him hence, without the palace gates Strike off his chains and fhou'd he loiter here By all the gods, that guard our throne, he dies., [Exit. MENES. Am I awake ? Undone. Forever loft \ O woman, born to change ! are.thefe her vows ? A defperate purpofc labours in my breaft , Til blaft their rites, ' throw death amidft their joys, And whelm'd beneath the ruin, leave my woes. END of the S.E c o N D ACT, S E T H O N A. 31 ACT III. S E T H O N A'* Apartment. Enter .M E N E S. M E N E S. HIS fecret path, which led me once to jey, Now minifters to vengeance. From the fane Unfeen, unheard, I have emerg'd to light, Like force diiaitrous pow'r on dark defigns, What doubt remains ? O jeabufy ! I ieel, I feel th) ferpent-;coth ! Thou torturing fiend ! Thy rage fome dreadful facrifice demands. Enter O R U S. O R U S. Menes, why tarry here ? Our gallant friends, Already met, now grafp their eager fwords, To free devoted Egypt. Thee they call To lead them on. MENES. Away, I claim no aid To favour my revenge : No tedious forms Of war, or flow confpiracy. My wrongs Arife, like arm'es, round me. This my fword Shall quickly dalh the tyrant's hopes of joy. O R U S. \Yhat frenzy fires thy mind, when thoufan4s wait TO join theiiv valour and their hopes with thine ? 3* S E T H O N A. M E N E S. Whilft they prepare, my purpofe muft be loft, The tyrant triumphs in Sethona's love. My iwelling foul Tome enterprife demands, Great with uncommon danger, longs to rufh, And pour the tyrant's blood around his throne. O R U S. Some demon, hoftile to our caufe, infpires Thy frantic mind to ruin aM our hopes ; To quit the certain profpedl of revenge, And give Sethona to tt.e tyrant's arms. M E N E S. Ha ! name her not. To thee I owe my life. Oh ! mew me now the nobleft path tc? death. Preferve my fame myfelf thou muft not fave. O R U S. Then join thy friends. It is the nobleft path To fame, the furell to obtain revenge. Lead on the war. Let conduct be combin'd With valour. Amafis, tho* unprepar'd, Has great refources in his active breaft, And fortitude approv'd. M E N E S. The boldeft courfe To vengeance is the beft. The glorious mock Of arms, to which thy cooler couniel leads, Is fuited to my foul. I'll join our friends, And lead the battle, 'till thefe lofty towers, Thefe palaces, thefe temples of the gods, Shall mark the greatnefs of my rage with ruin. [Exit Menes O R U S. As yet an hour remains. The nuptial rites Are not begun. I fear his headlong rage S E T HO N A. 33 Will drive him on, e'er the appointed time, E'er all our friends, like long imprifon'd winds, At once from different quarters, rufliing forth Begin dtftruftion. Ha ! what aged form Moves ilowly hither ? Do my eyes deceive ? Or is it Seraphis ? Defend him, gods I Enter SERAPHIS. O king, beware ! Alas, what weighty caufe Provokes this danger ? SERAPHIS. Shall my only hope Be thus dimonour'd ? Shall fhe meanly {loop To wed the bale ufurper of my throne ? No : rather let deilruCtion whelm our houfc, And leave no monument of their diigracc In Egypt. O R U S. Seraphis, thy friends are arm'd. The ouptials miift proceed. The feftive hour Will favour our defigns, and banifh thought From the pervading rrtind of Amafis. Jvlenes advances. On his fword depends At once our fortune, and thy daughter's fate. Retire to fafety. SERAPHIS. Yet this very hour, Perhaps this moment, hurries her along To foul difhonour. Shall I offer np So fair a victim, for a doubtful point Of policy ? like fome devoted prey, Shall me be thus deferted, to allure The favage to our toils ? lhall not my eyes Behold her, e'er the bufy hand of death, May clofe them up for ever ? F ORUS, 34 S E T H O N A, o R u s. Yet iry fears. Should Amafis SERAPH IS. No danger mall withhold My fleps from where my honour, where my fame Demand my prefence. Jn this low difgujie, This facred character, that finds accels Unqueftion'd to the privacy of kmgs ? I will approach Sethona, will preferve IVly child from Amafis, and (land prepared To join my friends, when their victorious arms Approach. O R U S. All ye gods, preferve, protect my fovereign ' I will foon convey Thy high commands to Menes. [Exit Orn$. SERAPHIS. Guide my fteps, Thou great Ofiris ! Enter SETHONA. SETHONA. Loft ! I am betray'd, Prefs'd to the verge of ruin, cover'd o'er \Vith guilt, with 'fhame, with horror, with remorfe. Deferted, funk, forlorn ! SERAPHIS. (afide.) Jt is my child ! My daughter ! SETHONA, Wherefore do I drag this life pf mifery, as if I fear'd to die ; gr that the deep dark manfions of the grave S E T H O N A. 35 tou'd not afford a refuge from my woes. 1 will not tany here. Ha ! who art thou ? S E R A P H I S. (aftde.) This bofbm tells me S E T H O N A. Venerable fage ! Intrude not on my farrows. Now 1 hold No converfe, or with wifdom or the wife, Defpair and terror, folitude arid grief, Are my companions. SERAPH IS. Yet with patience hear S E T H O N A. "Who talks of patience in the ear of grief ? But recommends the good we cannot find. Ah ! whither mall I Hy ?. Who can protect My innocence ? S E R A P H I S. The gods. SETHONA. The gods, alas ! Have left me to my woes. SER APHIS. Art thou not foon To be a queen ? SETHONA. To be no more. SERAPHIS. Alas ! J. date not blame thee. SETHONA. Wherefore doft thou weep ? F z The 36 S E T H O N A, The 'cou-ge of year*, thro' this detefted wcrlJ, Has not depriv'd thy tender heart of pity. SER APHIS. Too much I feel. S E T H O N A, Does net thy age affoi cf A refuge from affliction ? SERAPHIS. None. Thefe hairs Have long been whitening in the winds of heav'n-, Yet now I bend beneath a load of care, That Hill augmenting frnks me to the grave. S E T H O N A, O, could I give thee comfort. Thou art poor. Fortune has left me nothing. SERAPHIS. Yet on thee My only hope depends. S E T H O N A. Take, take my all, My piry S E R A P H I S. 'Tis too much give me thy hand That I may blefs thee. All ye gracious powers, Look down ! SETHONA. Thou good old man, why thus partake In my affliction.? Wherefore gaze upon me ? SERAPHIS. Such was thy mother's beauty in her prime. SETHONA. My mother ! SERAPHIS. $ E T H O N A. 37 SERAPHIS. Yes thy mother ! S E T H O N A. Did ft thou know The queen of Egypt ? SERAPHIS. Ah ! this bolbra ft ill Retains her image. S E T H O N A. In thy poverty, I might have read our fortune. Thou haft ferv'd My father to thy ruin ! SERAPHIS. Can'ft thou fold A fecret in thy breaft ? SETHONA. A fecret ! SERAPHIS. Yes. Call forth thy refolution. SETHONA. Ha ! What ftrong Emotions fwell thy breaft ? SERAPHIS. My heart will burft. SETHONA. Why doft thou tremble ? SERAPHIS. All my ftrength has fail'd. SETHONA. The weight of years is on thee. Small my ftrength, Yet thou (hall be fupported, poor old man ! SHRAPHIS. 354637 38 S E T H O N A. SERA PHIS. Come to my arms, thou deareit to. my foul, I am S E T H O N A. Who art thou ? Speak ! . SER APHIS. It is too late. (flounffi: SETOHNA. Unfold thyfelf. Thou malt not thus depar^. Enter AMASIS and OTANES. A M A S I S. Sethona, ftill in tears ? Why this delay ? With whom doft thou fo earneftly confer ? Who and from whence art thou 1 ? OTANES. Diffraction ! ruin ! (afidi; His name is Pheron. AMASIS. Some divining prieftj Charg'd \s ith falfe oracles. SETHONA. "Upbraid him not, His only crime is poverty, which throws, In fuch a venerable form, reproach On thee and fortune. Pheron I wou'd fpeak With thee in fecret. AMASI-S. When the god of love Is hovering o'er the altar, and prepares To crown our vow* with joy ? Lead on. SETHONA, S E T H O N A. 39 S E T H. O N A. In vain Thou fcriv'ft to bear me hence. My foul is mov'4 By this unhappy ftranger. He has ferv'd Jvly fatlier. Pheron, tell me all thy tale. O T A N E S. He may attend to-morrow SETHONA. No, Otanes ! A virtuous deed mould never be delay'd. The impulfe comes from heav'n, and he who ilrive$ A moment to reprefs it, difobeys The god within the mind. S E R A P A I S. Now, bent with age, And creeping to my grave, my wants are few, But not the lefs my gratitude. To me, My own reflections prove a full reward, For all the good that threefcore years and tefy Have put within my power - 9 nor do my crimes Darken my eve of life. AM AS IS. From whence art thou ? S E R A P H I S. That day on which inconltant fortune fled The ilandard of the king, wedg'd in the flight Of an inglorious fquadron, I was borne Unwillingly from death. The burning climes Of Ethiopia have been fmce my home j At length defirous of a quiet grave Among my kindred, in my native land, I ventur'd to return, and now refign Myfelf with joys to the decrees of heav'n. * - AMASIS. 40 S E T H O N A. AM A SIS. His looks appear familiar to my eyes, Norfeems his voice unknown. SERAPH I S. In former times, I was not here a ftranger. O T A N E S. (aftde.) Now my fears Prefs hard upon me Gcds ! A M A S I S. Art thou not fent From th' Ethiopian camp, to fpy the ftate Of Memphis ? S E T H O N A. Nothing wounds an Jioneft rnind, Like undeferv'd fulpicion. A M A S I 5. |ie rccals The memory of thy father. " i' O TAKES. All is loft ! (ajlds. SETHON A. The memory of my father ! let me tra^c, Thofe venerable features that recal 1'he fad remembrance of the heft of kings. < A M A S I S. Thoufands beheld him finking in the Nile-, And yet I could fafpeft Enter M Y R T JE U S. (BaJMj,) MYRT^US. O king, thy (lave Has an important fecret for thine ear. , AMASJS-. S E ^T H O N A. 4 t A M A S I S; Thou (halt be heard Otanes, lead him hence, In lecret queftion him, and fearch his foul. [Exit. S E T H O N A. (to Otanes.) Befriend the haplefs. To the ag'd be kind. Pity demands of thee, with double claim, To fave this guiltlefs ftrangcr from his fots. [Exit. A M A S I S. (advancing with Myrteus.) Speak, brave Myrtseus ! M Y R T JE U S. A confpiracy, This hour is form'd againft thy crown and life. W T hile yet I fpeak thcry come. A M A S I S* Ha ! who are ~thefe Who league with Ethiopia ? Dare the (laves Whom favour rais'd, rebel againft their Lord ? M Y R T & U Si The dark dcfign* in partial whifpers came This inftant to mine ear. Some daring chiefs .Are arming rcunr the palace^ and confpire To place iome other fovereign on the throne. AM AS I Si Hi'.fte, roufe the ftrength of Memphis. Let our guards Be chang'd ; the traitors feiz'd -, the gates fecur'd ; A chofen fquadron of our braved troops Referv'd to guard us. M Y R T ^E U S. 'Tis already done. G Enter 42 S E T H O N A. ' Enter an OFFICER. OFFICER. * To arms, to arms ! the f es already fhake The pow'r of Memphis, bear our fquadrons down, And now advance, with Mcnes at their head. A M A S I S. What force remains ? OFFICER. Some troops are ftill in arms- A M A S I S. And fo is Amafis. We lead them on. [Exit. Enter S E T H O N A. (Thunder andjhouts at a diftance.) S E T H O N A. O what a night of horror ! now the moon Is darkn'd in eclipfe. The air is fill'd With dreaming meteors. Mufm'ririg thunder rolls. The broad firm earth makes with the tread of hofts, That murder in the dark. The groans of death Roll on the winds of heaven. Ye gods s look down, Protect our caufe ! Let Menes' fword prevail (ftjouts increafe.) Again ! It is the ftorm of war and death ! Who can furvive the conflict ? Enter O R U S. (in terror.) O R U S. All is loft ! S E T H O N A. Speak ; tell me all ! ORUS. S E T H O N A. 43 O R U S. Our friends retreat : S E T H O N A. Alas! O R U S. I fear, I fear, the aged king is (lain ! S E T H O N A. What aged king ? O R U S. Thy father, Seraphis ! S E T H O N A. My father ! Whether does thy frenzy lead, To tell me now, what many years have told ? O R U S. This very inftant he led on the war. S E T H O N A. Thy fears diffract thee ! O R U S. Yes, my fears are great, But I pofiefs my reafon. Seraphis, Thy father, liv'd amid the ftrife of arms, This hour, in Memphis. Long he lay conceal'd In Ethiopia, thence of late return'd In poverty's difguife, to fall, in age, By the victorious arms of Amafis. SETHONA. Is nature chang'd ? Or do my fenfes flray In the wild mazes of a troubled dream, Where all is wonder ? Woe fucceds to wo ' The dead mix with the living, and the work Of years is crouded in a fingle hour : It cannot be ! Alas, too lure I wake ! O that I now could deep to wake no more ' G 2 ORUS. 44 S E T H O N A. O R U S. Ye gods of Egypt, foodie her mind to peace ! S E T H O N A. The aged hermit was the king hirnfelf ! My father Seraphis ! O had 1 known -That, on n?y knees I might have kiis'd his feet, And have receiv'd the bleiEngs of a parent. All all is filent Menes too has fall'n ! My fate is dark around me. Farewel, Orus. [Exit Orus. Forfaken, unprepar'd, weary of life, Opprels'd with woes, above my failing ftrength, My limbs will not fupport me. O'er my eyes A cloud of darknefs falls. The hated world Fades on my fight. The clay-cold hand of death Is heavy on my heart. Here let me reft, (falls on a couch. And take jny leave of forrow. Sacred li^ht ! Ah ! whether doft thou fly ! Depart, ye lhades, Croud not upon my foul ! (faints. Enter MENES. MENES. My coward friends are fled. Difhonour, mame, And ruin follow them. Ha ! there me lies ! She feems to deep. Defpair, revenge, infpire My foul with deadly rage. Do odours breathe From fuch a poifonous plant ? Does innocence Pour divine rad'ahce on the face of guilt ? Shr. fmiks ! She dreams of joy ! I'll turn afide My eye', le_;ft courage fail. I cannot err that the deed were done ! My lu;nd makes, my limbs totter, the warm blooc} Already itreams upon me. At my heart, 1 feel the dagger's point. Horrid revenge ! Give, give me refolution. SETHONA. S E T H O N A. S E T H O N A. (recovers.) Menes! Ha! 45 A dagger ftrike ! MENES. Call call not back to light Thefe finking furies. S E T H O N A. In thofe deadly frowns, Thofe looks of horror, I perceive my fate ; Thy adverfe fortune. Amafis prevails. Strike. Save my honour, and thy own. MENES. Thy honour ! S E T H O N A. Now I am loft indeed ! Let thy revenge, Thy rage, have icope. I have deferv'd it all ! MENES. Doft thou repent! S E T H O N A. Alas ! the gods themfelves Can grant rne nothing, when conUemn'd by thee ; Then give me death. MENES. What ! didit thou not confent To wed the tyrant ? SETHON A. Ha ! to wed the tyrant ? Could'ft thou fufpect me of that bafe defign ? Alas, I've lov'd in vain ! To lave thy life, I feign'cl fubmiffion to the tyrant's will; My purpole gain'd, I meant to lote my own. MENES. 46 S E T H O N A. M E N E S. (throws away the dagger, and kneels.) O that my death could half redrefs thy wrongs ! Throw, fpurn me from thy feet ! my guilt, my crimes, Exceeds forghrenefs ! horror, rage, remorfe, Torment a wretch, unworthy to poflefs Virtue, that feems to emulate the gods ! S E T II O N A. Menes, arife. ! I know thou wert deceiv'd ! M E N E S. Doft thou embrace me ? S E T H O N A. Never more to part. v M E N E S. No, never more \ Then let me lead thee hence, Through the loud tumult of this fatal night, To the dark cavts of death ; thofc dreary cells, "Where Egypt's monarchs lie. There all our friends Retreat for iafety. S E T H O N A. I will follow thee, As if the gods of Egypt led the way. Protected by thy arm, 1 know no fear ; But where thou art not, terror whelms my foul. END of tie THIRD ACT. S E T H O N A. 47 ACT IV. SCENE, the CATACOMBS. SERAPH I?. X HIS is the houfe of death ! The dreary tomb 1 Of Egypt's ancient icings ' What now remains Of all their glory, but thefe mould'ring piles, And thefe imperfeft, mutilated forms Of what they were ? The period of my fate Will ibon be cios'd. An undiftinguim'd blank, Perhaps fucceeds. \Yhat then ? To know it not, Is not to be unhappy. Yet the foul Looks thro' the gloomy portal of the grave, To happier fcenes of immortality. let not fuch a pleafing hope be vain ! Eternity, thou awful gulph of time, This wide creation on thy furface floats. Of life of death what is, or what (hall be, 1 nothing know. The world is all a dream, The confciouihtfs of fomething that exifts, Yet is not what it i : ^ems. Then what am I ? Death muft unfold the myftery ! Enter O T A N E S. O T A N E S. My king ! SER APHIS. My friend, Otancs. OTANES, 48 S E T H O N A. O T A. N E S. Still misfortune pours Her ftorms upon us. What remains ? SER APHIS. To die l O T A N E S. Be that the lail refource of our defpair. Some friends furround us. S E R A P H I S. Vain are all cur hopes. "When, in full fail, confpiracy receives An unexpefted mock, it fplits, it finks, To rife no more ! OT ANES. Tho' death has thin'd our ranks, Thoufands remain. S E R A P H I S . Thofe lions, that had broke Their chains to range at large, now trembling, hear Their keeper's voice ; and diffident of ftrength, Crouch to the lam. My hopes are all cut off In Menes. O had I beheld my fon ! O T A N E S. (aftde.). 'Tis well: He knows not that he has no fon. Orus has nought difclos'd. His ftate requires The fccret ihou'd be kept. He ftill furvives, [To Ser aphis. Like the immortal fpirit of a ftorm, Who flirs with joy the elements to war, And ftrides amidft the ruin ! S ER APHIS, ^.till a ray Of joy defcends en my departing hour. My Ion difplays the fpirit of his race, Still S E T H O N A. 49 Still braves his adverfe fortune, and purfues A glo-ious death, while we Hand loitering here To meet the moft ignoble* Otanes, let us hence, and meet the fate That beft becomes our dignity and fame. OTANES. Difpofe of me ; and yet our poft is ftrong ; Thro' Memphis, thoufands will afTert thy cau& And haftcn to thy refcue. SERAPH IS. Shall a king ! The race: of heroes, honour'd as divine, Be dragged in fetter:;, thro' a fcoffing croud ; Caft in Ibme filthy dungeon, there to die Of rage, or lengthen'd torture, or indulg'd To fall by bafe affafiins ? Much I owe To thee,^ Otanes, for thy loyalty , Thy firm adhtrence to a failing caule ; Thy care of Menes, in his tender years , l r et all hath prov'd in vain. My wayward fate Involves my friends in ruin. OTANES. I have done No more than duty and the ftate requlr'd, And fhould I fill, I fall in the fupport Of juitke. ' fis the nobleft fate of man ! [Noife without. SER APHIS. Our foes advance. Let me have done with doubt. I muft not be the laft to meet my death ; As if I fear'd to quench the ling'ring flame Of an expiring life. OTANES. I will explore The caufe of this alarm [Exit Otanes. H SER A- 50 -S E T H O N A. S E R A P H I S . (Noift continues. ) My fame receives A wound, at every flroke. The time h.is been, When I covild bear my armour with mora eaic. Nor r eem'd this fword ib heavy in my hand. But tho' my body feels the froft of age, When danger threatens, or when glory calls, Some youthful vigor ftill infpires my foul. Re-enter O T A N E S. OT AN E S. Our efforts all are vain ; the foe has feiz'd The gate, and rulhes on us ! 'Tis too late ! SER APHIS. Otanes, no ! 'Tis ne'er too late to die, But when we live to fhame. One laft resource Remains to man, when fortune frowns the rnoft, One general refuge from the ills of life. My remedy I grafp. This faithful friend Shall fet me free. (offers to ftab bimfelf. OTANES. O ftop.thy frantic hand. What means my lord, my king ? Enter MYRTLE US with bis party, M Y R T JE U S. (To Seraphis.) So eld a traitor muft not thus elcape. Another death awaits. Ha ! who art thou ? SERAPHIS. The king of Egypt ! Seraphis ! M Y R T SE U S. So great, So bold, andfo unfortunate ! My eyes Belye S E T H O N A. 51 Belye my recollection, if to me Thou art not known, by a much dearer name, Tho' noc ib lofty. Pheron ! S ERAPHIS. Thou art noC DeceivU M Y R T M U S. Thus on my krtecs let me embrace Thofe holy feet, that led me to thy cave, And fav'd my life, from famine and the foe, When banifli'd to the dcfart. SER APHIS. Rife, Myrtaeus ! I well remember thee in thy diftrels, Thou feeft me now in mine. MYRT^EUS. And thus my heart Speaks gratitude. The life thy bounty fav'd, The light thy dictates pour'd upon nay foul, Are now at thy command. Forgive the pail, And truft my future conduit. Whilft I thought That fate had number'd thee among the dead, I yielded to the prefTure x>f the times, And bow'd to Amafis. But now thou liv'ft, I mean to ferve thee, with a zealous heart, As my protector and my lawful king. SERAPHIS. My noble friend! I fear thy valour now Will nought avail. Our troops are all difpers'd, And Memphis pours her armies round the throne Of the ulurper. All our hope is flight. MYRTvEUS. It muft not be. Should'ft thou defert our walk TJiy cauie is ruin'd. Here thy name alone Hz Is 52 S E T H O N A. Is more than armies. The command I bear Is great. My late difcovcry of the plot, Gives Amafis unbounded confidence In my affections Here then may 'ft be fafe, Conceal'd within the cave ? whilft I atptmpt, By prcmifes and arguments, to draw The troops from their allegiance. Thou, Otanes, Safe in my conduct may'ft inftruct thy friends That range without a leader, *\vb"ere to meet And wa : t my further orders, to renew The dsring enterprize. SER APHIS. Thou counfcl'ft well j The bold fucceed the beft. 'Tis now no time To play a game of caution. Fortune loves Her ravifher. We muft not fear her frowns, But bind her to our piirpofe. BOTH. We obey. [Exeunt. SERAPHIS, alone. My hope once more emerges from the cloud pf my diftrefs. The moment that appear'd Charg'd with the execution of my fate, Brought fafety. Ha ! I hear the tread of feet This way approach. Perhaps it is the foe. Here in the dark recefTe's of the cave, I will be fafe. ' ' (Goes into the tcml\ Enter S E T H Q N A. S E T H O N A. Is this th* appointed place ? No friends are here, But my departed ancrftors, that feern' To becken me to their 'eternal reft ! O Mcntrs, Menes ' Wherefore wouldft tliou rum AnV.dft S E T H O N A. 53 Amidft the foe, nor differ me to fliare -Thy danger and thy death. How dreadful feemt This moment of fufpence ? But hark ! .A groan ! I fear to liftcn. Thcfe dim lamps expire ! I mall be left in darkoefs ! Something fjtirs, Within the cave ! Who 'ere thou art, appear It comes ! Art thou the living or the dead ? Subftantial form or mock'ry of the brain ? Why mov'It thou thus 'in filence ? Enter S E R A P H I S, SER APHIS. Let not fear S E T H O N A. Approach me not ! Who art thou ? SER APHIS. I am he ! That gave thee life. SETHQNA. My father, or my God ? SER APHIS. Thy father ! SETHON A. Seraphis ! SER APHIS. The fame , the fame ; Come to my aged arms, my lovely child ! S E T H O N A. My father ! O my father ! SERAPHIS. Let not joy P'erwhelm thy tender foul. Why doft thou weep ? SETHONA, 54 SETHONA. : SETHONA. ^las ! I know not why , yet think my tears, Are not the tears of forrow. Lt-;: me lean Upon thee. Never did my he:id before, Recline upon a father's bread. SER APHIS. Perhaps, Jt never may again. . SETHONA. Short was my dream Of joy. I wake and fee a ihorclels fea, Of trouble round me. SER APHIS. Still we grafp a reed Of Egypt's broken ftrength. Does Mcnes live ? SETHONA. His fate's uncertain ! Striving to efcape, "We met the foe. Conjuring ms to fly, He ftopt and fought ; though many were the fwords, That gleam'd around him. If he lives fome god Muft yield protection. But my fears T -S.ER APHIS. I owe Much to his valour though he knows me not . Should I fuccced, I mean to make him king. If oot, the grave will prove the whole extent Of our dominions. SETHONA. Menes well deferves The higheft pitch of greatnels, bears a foul, That from, its native ardour, ftill afpires To that perfection, which enables man fo mix with the immortals. How my heart Exults S. E T II O N A. 5; Exults with joy, to hear my father thus Approve my choice and fanftify my love. S E R A P H I S. Thy choice ' thy love I explain thy words S E T H O N A. Alas ! Thy looks condemn me ! yet, my heart declares My innocence. S E R A P H I S. I hope it does ] S E T H Q N A. My fears ! Aa.ain anfe ! vet why {hould I deny What I efteem my greateft happinefs, . By love, by fate impel I'd, I pledged my vows S E R A P H I S. To whom ? S E T H O N A. To Menes. . SERAPH IS. Horror ! fly my fighr. S E T H O N A. What have I done to merit every woe, The wrath of heav'n can pour upon my heatl ? Is he not worthy ? SER APHIS. Moil unt for thee. S E T H O N A. If I have fail'd in duty take my life ; And, with my blood, blot out my crime -, nor thus With words, more Kqarp than dafrsvrs, pierce my foul. SERAPHIS. 56 SETHONA. SER APHIS. I muft unfold- S E T H O N A. Ha ! what wouldft thou unfold ? SER APHIS. A dreadful fecret, which thou ought'ft to know. S E T H O N A. tell me what it is S E R A P H I S. That Mencs S E T H O N A. What of Menes S E R A P H I S. Is thy brother. (Sethona faints.) I've been too ram, The time was moft improper. Hark ! what found Comes ecchoing through the tombs ! Againft the wall I lee the fhadow of an armed man. Revive, Sethona ! O my child, revive ! I muft convey her to my dark retreat. (leads off Sethona. Enter MENES. MENES. 1 faw fome ruffian bear Sethona hence, As if he were her murderer. Tenfold night, The deepeft grave, the manfions of the dead, Shall not conceal mail not defend he dies ! He dies if he is mortal. (rufoes into the tomb.) Who e'er thou art, come forth- S E R A P H I S. Rafh man, forbear ! SETHONA. SETHONA. 57 S E T H O N A. (within.) Menes ! fpare my father, fpare the king M E N E S. (re-entering.) Forth to the light. SER APHIS. Remorfe purfues the deed* MENES. Who art thou ? SER APHIS. Seraphis, the king, thy father. M E N E S. (throwing away his Jword.) The king ! ye gods. thus proftrate at thy feet, Let me implore forgivenefs. SERAPHIS. Rife my fon 1 do forgive thee Come to my embrace. Enter S E T H O N A. (from tbe cells.} MENES* (going to embrace her 4 ) She lives me lives ! SETHONA, } Away ! avoid my arm. MENES. What means Sethona ? What has Menes done ? Thou deareft to my foul ! SETHONA. Speak not of love M E N E 9. Not fpeak f love ! I SETHONA. 5 3 S E T H O N A. SET U ON A. Thy father will explain Thou art M E N E S. Thy hufband. Seraphis approves i And calls me fon SERAPHIS. (embracing him.) My fon indeed J my hope \ M E N E S. Thou art too kind, what merit can difcharge This gratitude I feel ? what words excuie My love, that dar'd prefumptuoufly to rife To thy fair daughter ? I had caufe to fear Thy high difpleafure, but thou giv'il me att, "Without her there is nothing. (Noife without.} Ha! behold, The tyrant comes. My fword A M A S I S and a party rufo in. ATTENDANT, (taking up the fword of Menu. ) It now avails thec not. A M A S I S. The gods are ft ill The friends of valour, none deferves to wear A crown who can't defend it. In thy age Attempts thou, what thy youth cou'd not perform ? We have a cell for hermits. M E N E S. Faithlefs man ! Doft thou exult in villainy ? 'Tis not Thy valour, but thy fortune that prevails ; And if thou dar'ft to doubt it, render back My S E T H O N A. 59 My fword and try thy courage, with my youth ; Nor meanly thus, with vaunting tongue, infult The venerable dignity of age., A M A S I S. Audacious traitor 1 Doft thou hope to faU By royal hands ? It is the tafk of ilaves To punifh fuch as thee. MENES. Thy fears prevail. Twice didft thou fhun me in the ranks, withdraw Behind the fliields of braver men, who paid The price of life to fave thee. AM A SIS. Bear him hence, And let his burning frenzy cool in chains. His tortures (hall be equal to his crimes. (guards feize Menes. MENES. Yes, bear me hence ! A coward ever finds A fubterfuge from danger. King of Egypt, And thou fair mourner o'er a father's woes, Farcwel for ever ! S E T H O N A. Yet a moment flay Behold my death Rdentlefs tyrant, here, Here, plunge thy fword. It was the lightnings flam, (looks diftfaftedly.) The earth is rent, the wide abyfs unfolds ; Deep, deep and raging. Roll me in the fkirt Of that defcending cloud ! I fee thee not ^ O Menes ' Seraphis ! ye will not leave Your poor Sethona ! I 2 MENES 60 S E T H O N A. M E N E S. Tyrant ! fee behold ! The ruin thon haft made. The furies fleep ! The bolt has fali'n from the right hand of Jove, > The voice of thunder is not heard in heav'n. P'arewel for ever ! Oh rry kjng ! my love ! Bear me to death. The rack itielf appears A place of (lumber. In the laft extreme, One object of ambitipn Hill remains "With the exalted mind it is to die With fortitude (Menes is carried off. A M A S I S. Be Seraphis fecured j And Ipear Sethona to our royal halls. S E T H O N A, Fear not the tyrant. Thou art Egypt's king. They come ! they come ! Thy grey r airs will defend Thou feeft them not thy eyes are dim with age. Raife not your bloody hands. Away, away ! Pity my father. He is weak and old They mall not kill thee, whilft I clafp thee thus (embracing 'Seraphis. AMASIS. Tear them afunder SERAPHIS. Tyrant ! though I meant With juft contempt, without a word or groan, To bear thy utmoft tortures, and fupport With dignity, the rigour of my fate. Yet thou hail found a way to make rny heart Pour forth its anguHh. Haft thou no remorfc, Thus to opprefs me with a father's grief? Give me thy tortures, yet if juftice dwells Among the gods, the vengeance due. to guilt, fall on thee. S E T H O N A. 6r A M A S I S. (to kis Guards.) Haftc, force them from this place. S E R A P H I S, Tyrant ! the power is thine. But ftill I fcorn T hy utfnoft efforts. Come to my embrace, My poor unhappy daughter Now, farewell ! S E T H O N A. Hold, cruel men ! ye mall not tear me hence. Leave me ! they pull too hard. He is my father ! Alas, we part for ever ! S E R A P H I S. Child belov'd! We part to meet again. Thy tender foul, Already on the wing, prepares for flight. Soon malt thou join my fpirit as it flies, And leave behind thy anguiih and thy woes. ['They are both carried off.] A M A S I S. Thele rigours dire neceflity demands. But ftill, though wild ambition fteels my heart, I feel fome pangs of nature at their grief. Fool that I am ! Companion to my foes Is cruelty, perdition to myfelf ! This feeble fit is vanifh'd with the fcene, And all the vigour of my foul returns. [Exit. ENP of the FOURTH ACT, 62 S E T H O N A. ACT V. SCENE, the court before a PRISON. o AM A SIS. Royalty ! What joys haft thou to boaft, lo rccompence thy cares ? Ambition feems The paflion of a god. Yet, from my throne Have I with envy leen the naked flave Rejoicing in the mufic of his chains, And fmging toil away ; and then, at eve, Returning peaceful to his couch of reft. Whihl I iat anxious and pcrplex'd with cares ; Projecting, plotting, ' fearful of events : Or like a wounded fnake, lay down to writhe, The fleeplefs night, upon a bed of ftate. But I am plung'd too far into the ft ream, To gain the fiiore I left. They both (hall die. Enter O R U S guarded. G U A R D. O king, we found this priefi amidft the foe, Bearing aloft the image of his god ; Invoking heav'n, with prayers, to aid the caufe Of Seraphis. Encouraging his friends, With prophecies and lying oracles, And divinations fatal to his lord. AMASIS. S E T H O N A. 63 A M A S I S, His prophecies and vain portents we fcorn ; Falfe are his arts. Say, do the gods approve Of treaibn ? O R U S. Never ^ and for that the gods Have difapprov'd of thee. A ftibjfct born, A minifter in truft , didft thou not ieize Thy matter's throne by perfidy ? Purfue His life with rancour ? Trample on thy foes, And fcourge the world as with the wrath of heav'n. Rous'd by a nation's woes, this great revolt I meditated long. My duty done, I leave the reft to heav'n. AMA.S IS. Doft thou confefs Thy crime ? oku s. My virtue. When, the aged king, On thy revolt, amiclft his flying hoft, Was headlong borne into the Nile, and, there, Suppos'd to penfn. Of the ancient race, Two infant princes were by me conceal'd ; In hopes, one day,' I might reftore the line. The heir of empire, and the only fon Of Sethes, younger brother to the king. , One died in youth. The other ftiil remains. A M A S I S. Thou hoajy traitor tell me where ? Or death O R U S. My lips are feal'd. Not prompted by my fears, I fpoke, but from the fulnefs of a heart, Exulting in its enmity te thee, AMA SIS. 64 S E T H O N A. A M A S I S. Prepare to feel the torture. O R U S. That I fcorn. The more I fuffer in a virtuous caufe The more my glory. When we vanquifli fear, Tyrants may rage in vain ! To me thy frowns And menaces are triumphs. A M A S I S. (to his guards.) Bear him hence, And prove his fortitude. O R U S. When death awaits, I wou'd not feem to linger. [Exit Orus guarded. A M A S I S. Well he bears The weight of his misfortune. Seraphis And Menes too muft die. He ft ill appear 'd Of doubtful origin. Perhaps the fon Of Sethos. Doubts are vain. 'Tis folly now- To truft to fortune. In thefe cells they lie. (To hisguards^ two of whom enters the cells. [ A Storm. Thunder. ] Enter S E T H O N A, dijiratledly. SETHONA. Ofiris thunders ! yet the tyrant lives, Whilft Seraphis and Menes are no more ! O that my fpirit, like that tranfient beam, Would take its courfe upon the veering winds. A M A S I S. Why com'ft thou thus, Sethona ? Hence, retire ! SETHONA. S E T H O N A. 65 S E T H O N A. (not observing him.) It is the melancholy bird of night, Perch'd on that mould'ring battlement, that fcreams Her boding notes of woe. Ye hideous -forms, That dimly rife upon the night, and float In the wild tempeit.of the troubled air ! Roll not your mournful voices on the ftorm. Away ! Your awful geftures are in vain, AH all my fears are vanquim'd by my woes. A M A S I S. She muft not tarry here ! S E T H O N A. What groan was that ? In that dark cell I heard the found of chains. This is my way ! that taper mall direct My fteps. Ye awful fpirits of my race, I come to join you in your dark repofel (g ' m > A.M A S I S. Sethona, ftop. Let me convey thee hence. Why doft thou gaze upon the vaulted roof, As if fome god defcended , or the heav'ns Were open'd to thy view ? SETHONA. The cloud is broke ! Behold him mounted on the cherub's wing ! His white beard ftreams in air ! The red drops fall Upon me ! He was old ! Hard was the heart, And ruthlefs was the hand I A M A S I S. She heeds me not ! Excefs of grief has almofl quench'd the light Of reafon in her mind. SETHONA. Was ever love K Like 66 S E T H O N A. Like mine ? Pale as the watry cloud his face ! Cold, cold his breait, and filent is his tongue ? His ruby lips ' Sethona, like the bee, Suck'd honey from the role ! I knew not then He was my brother ! A M A S I S. How her frenzy burns. It runs on Menes, SETHONA. "When his bright eyes roll'd, I look'd not at the fun ; and when he fpokc My fingers droptthe lyre. This wound was death. It bleeds ! it bleeds ! This breaft was void of guilt. Why do I weep r To-night I am the bride, The bride of Amafis. Thefe wedding robes Will prove my winding meet. AM AS IS. Remorfe begins To fatten on my heart. I feel, I feel, That guilt, like the envenom'd fcorpion, bears its own death's fting. Her frenzy ieems to add New luflre to her beauty ; and thofe eyes Were not fo piercing, when the milder beams Of wifdom temper*d their refiftlefs pow'r : And yet the form alone remains. The light Is gone, and, like the dim orb of the moon, She labours in eclipfe. SETHONA. Hark ? Who art thou ? Give me thy hand. A M A S I S. What would'ft thou with my hand ? SETHONA. S E T H O N A. $7 SETHONA. Away, away ! wafli out thefe purple ftains ! AM A SIS. It is too late. SETHONA. Too late ! who murder'd them ? A M A S I S. Ha ! how Ihe probes m) heart, where moft inflam'd ? SETHONA. Why do I tarry here ? Let me behold Their bleeding wounds ! [going. AM AS IS. (flopping her.) It muft not, mall not be ! SETHONA. Tyrant away ! My Ibrrows cure themfelves, And vanquifh'd nature finds repofe in death. The fountain of my tears is dry, my eyes Burn with the raging fever of my brain. 'Tis he ! 'tis Menes ! Oh, I follow thee ! RolPd in that fhadowy mantle, thou malt bear Sethona from her wees. (rujhcs out. Enter OFFICER baftify. OFFICER. O king, prepare ! A M A S I S. Speak, coward, ipeak ! for we have ears to hear The word, and courage to defy it. Speak The danger boldly ! OFFICER. Treafon is abroad. Myrtseus has betray'd thee. K 2 AMASIS 68 S E T H O N A. A M A S I S. What of him? OFFICER. His fquadron's rufhing onward, loudly call For Seraphis and Menes. A M A S I S. Thus I grafp A fword that never fail'd of victory. ' [Exeunt. Enter SERAPHIS, and Guard 'from the prifon. GUARD. No further order comes. I wait in vain- The hour is pail. The king mud be obey'd ! SERAPHIS. The king ! behold thy king ! thy ancient lord, Whom thou wouldft murder, foldier, well thouknow'ft ! The tyrant, Amifis, ufurp'd my throne. And yet thou ferv'ft him in a deed that draws The dreadful vengeance of the gods upon thee. GUARD. The gods have plac'd me in the rank of flaves, And 'tis my duty to obey that lord Whom fate has fet above me. (noife without. SERAPHIS. Yet delay A moment. Stop the hand of death. My hopes Are not extinguim'd Many are my friends In Memphis. Fortune fuddenly may change And thou malt be rewarded. (noife continues.} GUARD. Certain death Attends my difobedience. Hafte, prepare To die! SERAPHIS, S E T H O N A. 69 SER APHIS. I have a meffageto convey To poor Sethona. GUARD. 'Tis too late S ER APHIS. Ye gods receive my fpirit ! M E N E S, rtijhing in betvxen^ in his chains , from another cell- M E N L S. Slay me hnr M Y R T JE U S and his party ruJJj in and interpof? MYRTLE US. Forbear, aflaflln J SERAPH IS. Ha ! my gallant friend ! M YRT JE U S. My royal m after ' my beloved prince ! Strike off their chains. MENES. Is Amafis alive ? M Y R T JE U S. I faw him not in battle. MENES. Still there's room For me to mare the glory Enter an OFFICER. OFFICER. Amafis Puts all to flight. MENES. We foon mail ftop his courfe. Give me thy fword. The force of Memphis now Shall 70 S E T H O N A. Shall not avail him. Whether docs he turn The tide of battle ? OFFICER. From the brazen gate He burfts upon us. M E N E S. We fhall meet him there. [Exit. SERAPHIS. Let us fupport the prince. Tho' Amafis Is great in arms, our fortune may prevail. The worft event will change a (hameful death, To one of glory in the front of war. [Exeunt. Enter S E T H O N A, from the other fide of the 2&ft. S E T H O N A. Thcfe are the cells of my departed race. 1 find them not. In vain I fearch around, What tomb conceals them ? Whither are they borne ? O Menes ! Menes ! hear' ft thou not my voice ? Sethona's voice, who comes, in her defpair, To mix the blood, that warms her heart, with thine. Stretch forth thy pale hand, from that airy fhroud, And roll that cloud of icrrow from thy brow. The blaft of night is in my ears. The voice 'Of dying winter does not thus complain. Is there no reft for mortals in the tornb ? Think not I mean to tarry. He is gone He turns with horror from a filter's love ! A load of guilt lies heavy on my foul ! Enter A M A S I S. fuddenty. A M A S I S. The gods dcfcend in arms ! Hurling S E T H O N A. 71 Hurling their terrors, midft my flying hofl, Blafting my glory ! Ha ! behold the cauie Of lhame> of ruin ! Wherefore ihould fh.e live, The joy, the triumph of my mortal foe ? Prepare for death S E T H O N A. Art thou io much my friend ? A M A S I S. Thy friend ! thy murderer Ye gods ! {he fmilcs Secure in her enchantments. What is man When thus oppos'd ? Difaftrous ar, that fhed'ft Thy fatal influence o'er my life, thou fall'ft!- - Thou fall'ft ! and darknefs (hall involve my foul. SETHONA, kneeiin". Look down, Ofiris, let my fpirit find Repofe in death. O Menes, to thy reft Receive Sethona, with a brother's love.- -Strike here ! Thou mtirderer of my race behold. A M A S I S. A bofom nrm'd with more than temper'd ftecl. Invulnerable beauty! SETHONA. Ha, thy wrath Thy bloody purpofe I embraced with joy. But now I fear thy pity. Grant me death. Nor look upon me, but with deadly rage. A M A S I S. Thy fcorn demands it. Fury fteels my heart, And vengeance points the dagger; now' thou dy'flj A iaCrifice to love, revenge defpair [ 72 S E T H O N A. Enter M E N E S, MENES. Stop, murderer, ftop A M A S I S, quitting Sethona. Advance, them trembling flave \ M E,N E S. Perfidious man ! In me behold a foe That never turn'd from danger. Were the ftrength Of thoufands on thy fword, my joy wou y d rife To meet thee thus in arms. SETHONA, retiring behind. Thou pow'r fupreme ! Protect our caufe and thine. AM AS IS. Vain boy, approach ! Words will no more avail. (they fight, Amafis falls. MENES. Thus perifh traitors ! AM A SIS. Thou haft prevail'd. Receive thy valour's prize. The man that conquers Amafis, deferves His throne, nay more, Sethona's love. My guilt * My guilt o'erwhelms me. By no vulgar hand, I die. The gods by thee avenge my crimes [dies. MENES. The gods are juft ! Thou fource of all my joys ! (advancing to Sethona. SETHONA. SET H O N A. 7 S E T ri O N A Hence,- mtiri me, fly me, tear me from thy heart. "Revoke thy vows, left Che offended gods Shou'd pour their fury on our guilty heads. The oar of nature, and the wrath of henv'n, Are plac'd' between us. M E N E S. Ha! thy frenzy ftill ! S E T H O N A. Yes, Meh'es, yts; my frenzy \vell may burn; Yet now, by reafon, I'm too well inforrn'd Thou arc too near allied to me in blood ! Did not thy father tell thee r Scraphis ! M E N E S. Ha ! what of Seraphis ! My doubts arife. Burtt not my anxious heajr. Reveal ! reveal f S E T H O N A. Thou art alas! how can I fpeak the name ? Thou art my brother ! M E N E S. Brother ! All ye gods Look down ! What heavier curie remains in heav'ri To crulh my wretched head ? What powerful chan'ri \Vorks on thefe new creations of the night, And lets our jarring fenfes every hour At variance ? I am loft f Enter SERAPHIS, MYRTyEUS, OTANES, and ORUS. SERAPHIS. This way the prince Prefs'd forward on the fos, Advance with fpeed. He leads to victory ! L MENESV 74 S E T H O N A. M E N E S. (Jhewingbisbrcaft.) Here fheath yuur i words. SER APHIS. The tyrant ! ftretch'd beneath the hand of deatfy. Now all is fafe. Thy fortune has prevail'd. M E N E S. Yes ? to my ruin ! SER A PHIS. Ha ! no wound appears ! MENES. Within this bofom is a mortal wound. I am thy fon. Sethona is my fifter. O R U S. Baniih thy grief. No fifter e'er was thine. Thy birth, tho' long conceal'd, at length is knov/n. Thou art the fon of Sethos. MENES. Sethos' fon ? SER APHIS. I know it all. My brother's only child ! - Sethona now is thine. M E N E S. Receive, ye gods ! The praife your goodnefs claims. Now joy returns. And gladdens all my foul. Again, my love, I may infold thee in thtfe longing arms. SETHONA. O, Menes ! heav'n, in this alone, repays All, all our forrqws. S E R A P H I S. Join your hands. The gods JTheir choiceft bleflings fhow'r upon you both, As S E T H O N A. 75 As the fun cherilhes the fubje6t world ; Or as the devious Nile clifpenfes joy And plenty where it fknvs ; To may your virtues piffuie bright happinds, o'er all the land. M E N E S. My king ! my father ! luch I call thee now. My lov'd Sethona ! S E T H O N A. Now no tyrant lives To bar our love. Ofiris now affents. SERA PHI S. Arife, my children. Still I have a fon ! Sethona top is fafe. My joy is full. Since, now, my day of lire declines apace, My daughter and my fceptre {hall be thine. Thy care, Otanes, mall direft his ileps, And make his kingdom flgurifti. Thou, Myrrjeus, Vers'd in the bufinefs of the field, fliall guide His youthful valour. None of all our friends Shall be ungratified. 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