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248:00,000[' ]| 248:00,000[' ]| 248:00,000[' ]| 248:00,000[' ]| 248:00,000[' ]| 248:00,001[P ]| Scarce should we have the boldness to pretend 248:00,002[P ]| So long renowned a Tragedy to mend: 248:00,003[P ]| Had not already some deserved your praise 248:00,004[P ]| With like attempt. Of all our elder Plays, 248:00,005[P ]| This and Philaster have the loudest fame: 248:00,006[P ]| Great are their Faults, and glorious is their Flame. 248:00,007[P ]| In both our English Genius is expressed; 248:00,008[P ]| Lofty and bold, but negligently dressed. 248:00,009[P ]| Above our Neighbours our Conceptions are: 248:00,010[P ]| But faultless Writing is the effect of Care. 248:00,011[P ]| Our lines reformed, and not composed in haste; 248:00,012[P ]| Polished like Marble, would like Marble last. 248:00,013[P ]| But as the present, so the last Age writ; 248:00,014[P ]| In both we find like negligence and wit. 248:00,015[P ]| Were we but less indulgent to our faults, 248:00,016[P ]| And patience had to cultivate our thoughts: 248:00,017[P ]| Our Muse would flourish, and a nobler rage 248:00,018[P ]| Would honour this, than did the Grecian Stage. 248:00,019[P ]| Thus says our Author, not content to see 248:00,020[P ]| That Others write as carelessly as He. 248:00,021[P ]| Though he pretends not to make things complete; 248:00,022[P ]| Yet to please you, he'd have the Poets sweat. 248:00,023[P ]| In this old Play, what's new we have expressed 248:00,024[P ]| In rhyming Verse, distinguished from the rest: 248:00,025[P ]| That, as the Rhone its hasty way does make, 248:00,026[P ]| Not mingling Waters, through Geneva's Lake: 248:00,027[P ]| So having here the different styles in view, 248:00,028[P ]| You may compare the former with the new. 248:00,029[P ]| If we less rudely shall the Knot untie, 248:00,030[P ]| Soften the rigour of the Tragedy: 248:00,031[P ]| And yet preserve each person's character: 248:00,032[P ]| Then to the Other, This you may prefer. 248:00,033[P ]| 'Tis left to you: the Boxes and the Pit, 248:00,034[P ]| Are sovereign Judges of this sort of Wit. 248:00,035[P ]| In other things the knowing Artist may 248:00,036[P ]| Judge better than the people: but a Play, 248:00,037[P ]| Made for delight, and for no other use, 248:00,038[P ]| If you approve it not, has no excuse. 248:00,000[' ]| 248:01,000[' ]| 248:01,001[G ]| Amintor lost, it were as vain a thing, 248:01,002[G ]| As 'tis prodigious, to destroy the King. 248:01,003[G ]| Compelled by Threats, to take that bloody Oath, 248:01,004[G ]| And the Act ill, I am absolved by both. 248:01,005[G ]| This Island left with pity I'll look down 248:01,006[G ]| On the King's Love, and fierce Melantius's frown. 248:01,007[G ]| These will to both my resolution bring: 248:01,008[G ]| Page, give Melantius that, this to the King. 248:01,000[' ]| 248:01,009[G ]| Under how hard a fate are Women born! 248:01,010[G ]| Prized to their ruin, or exposed to scorn! 248:01,011[G ]| If we want Beauty, we of Love despair; 248:01,012[G ]| And are besieged like Frontier Towns, if fair. 248:01,013[G ]| The power of Prince's Armies overthrows: 248:01,014[G ]| What can our Sex against such force oppose? 248:01,015[G ]| Love and Ambition have an equal share 248:01,016[G ]| In their vast Treasures; and it costs as dear 248:01,017[G ]| To ruin us, as Nations to subdue: 248:01,018[G ]| But we are faulty, though all this be true. 248:01,019[G ]| For Towns are starved, or battered ere they yield; 248:01,020[G ]| But We persuaded rather than compelled: 248:01,021[G ]| For things superfluous neglect our Fame, 248:01,022[G ]| And weakly render up our selves to shame. 248:01,023[G ]| Oh! that I had my Innocence again, 248:01,024[G ]| My untouched Honour: but I wish in vain. 248:01,025[G ]| The Fleece, that has been by the Dyer stained, 248:01,026[G ]| Never again its native whiteness gained. 248:01,027[G ]| The unblemished may pretend to virtue's Crown: 248:01,028[G ]| 'Tis Beauty now must perfect my renown. 248:01,029[G ]| With that I governed him that Rules this Isle; 248:01,030[G ]| 'Tis that which makes me triumph in Spoil, 248:01,031[G ]| The Wealth I bear from this exhausted Court, 248:01,032[G ]| Which here my Bark stands ready to transport. 248:01,033[G ]| In narrow Rhodes I'll be no longer pent; 248:01,034[G ]| But act my part upon the Continent: 248:01,035[G ]| Asiatic Kings shall see my Beauty's Prize, 248:01,036[G ]| My shining Jewels, and my brighter Eyes. 248:01,037[G ]| Princes that fly, their Sceptres left behind, 248:01,038[G ]| Contempt or Pity, where they travel, find: 248:01,039[G ]| The Ensigns of our Power about we bear; 248:01,040[G ]| And every Land pays Tribute to the Fair. 248:01,041[G ]| So shines the Sun, though hence removed, as clear 248:01,042[G ]| When his Beams warm the Antipodes, as here. 248:01,000[' ]| 248:02,000[' ]| 248:02,001[B ]| She's gone to perish, if the Gods be just; 248:02,002[B ]| The Sea's not vast enough to quench her Lust. 248:02,003[B ]| The standing Regiments, the Fort, the Town, 248:02,004[B ]| All but this wicked Sister is our own. 248:02,005[B ]| Oh! that I could be have surprised the Wretch, 248:02,006[B ]| Ere she that Watery Element did reach. 248:02,007[B ]| Twice false Evadne; spitefully forsworn, 248:02,008[B ]| That fatal Beast like this I would have torn. 248:02,000[' ]| 248:02,009[B ]| But this design admits of no delay; 248:02,010[B ]| And our Revenge must find some speedy way. 248:02,011[B ]| I'll sound Lucippus, he has always paid 248:02,012[B ]| Respect to my deserts: could he be made 248:02,013[B ]| To join with us, we might preserve the State; 248:02,014[B ]| And take revenge, without our Country's fate. 248:02,015[B ]| He loves his Brother; but a present Crown 248:02,016[B ]| Cannot but tempt a Prince so near the Throne. 248:02,017[B ]| He's full of Honour: though he like it not, 248:02,018[B ]| If once he swear, he'll not reveal the Plot. 248:02,000[' ]| 248:03,000[' ]| 248:03,001[A ]| Melantius false! it cannot be: and yet, 248:03,002[A ]| When I remember how I merit it, 248:03,003[A ]| He is presented to my guilty mind 248:03,004[A ]| Less to his Duty, than Revenge inclined. 248:03,005[A ]| 'Tis not my nature to suspect my friends, 248:03,006[A ]| Or think they can have black malicious ends: 248:03,007[A ]| 'Tis doing wrong creates such doubts as these, 248:03,008[A ]| Renders us jealous, and destroys our peace. 248:03,009[A ]| Happy the Innocent, whose equal thoughts 248:03,010[A ]| Are free from anguish, as they are from faults. 248:03,000[' ]| 248:03,011[I ]| 'Tis from Evadne, Sir. 248:03,000[' ]| 248:03,011[A ]| Why should she use 248:03,012[A ]| Her Pen to me? 'Tis some important news! 248:03,000[' ]| 248:03,013[G ]| From aboard my Yacht. 248:03,000[' ]| 248:03,014[G ]| Which is now bearing me away from the rage of my offended Brothers: I 248:03,015[G ]| wish you were as safe from their Revenge. They aim at your Life, and 248:03,016[G ]| made me swear to take it. They have got the Fort, and are assured of the 248:03,017[G ]| Inclinations, both of the Soldiers and Citizens. My first prayer is to 248:03,018[G ]| the Gods, for your Preservation: my next to your Majesty, that if they 248:03,019[G ]| return to their Duty, you would afford them your Grace. 248:03,020[A ]| 'Tis no feigned tale Callianax has told; 248:03,021[A ]| The Great Melantius is as false as bold. 248:03,022[A ]| The Crown we hazard, when at home we stay, 248:03,023[A ]| And teach our forces others to obey. 248:03,024[A ]| Conduct of Armies is a Prince's Art: 248:03,025[A ]| And when a Subject acts that Royal Part; 248:03,026[A ]| As he in Glory rises we grow less: 248:03,027[A ]| While our Arms prosper, ruined by success. 248:03,028[A ]| For in a Court what can so dreadful be, 248:03,029[A ]| As one more glorious than our selves to see! 248:03,000[' ]| 248:03,030[A ]| Such is the General: to Lucippus Ear, 248:03,031[A ]| What 'tis he trusts, I'll step aside and hear. 248:03,032[C ]| How am I caught with an unwary Oath, 248:03,033[C ]| Not to reveal the secret, which I loathe! 248:03,034[C ]| To stain my Conscience with my Brother's blood, 248:03,035[C ]| To be a King! No, not to be a God. 248:03,036[C ]| He that with patience can such Treason hear, 248:03,037[C ]| Though he consent not, has a Guilty Ear. 248:03,038[C ]| Unto thy self pronounce the name of King; 248:03,039[C ]| That word will keep thee from so foul a thing. 248:03,040[B ]| Sir, your fond care and kindness comes too late, 248:03,041[B ]| To save your Brother, or prevent my hate: 248:03,042[B ]| The people mutiny, the Fort is mine, 248:03,043[B ]| And all the Soldiers to my will incline. 248:03,044[B ]| Of his own Servants he has lost the Heart, 248:03,045[B ]| And in the Court I have the nobler part. 248:03,046[B ]| Unto your self pronounce the name of King; 248:03,047[B ]| That word will tell you 'tis no trivial thing 248:03,048[B ]| That you are offered: Do not storm and frown 248:03,049[B ]| At my endeavours to preserve the Crown. 248:03,050[B ]| Wear it your self; occasion will not stay; 248:03,051[B ]| 'Tis lost, unless you take it while you may. 248:03,052[B ]| Tumult and ruin will overwhelm the State; 248:03,053[B ]| And you'll be guilty of your Country's fate. 248:03,054[C ]| Some formed design against the King is laid, 248:03,055[C ]| Let's try how far our reason my persuade. 248:03,056[C ]| The Crown you value so, my Brother bears 248:03,057[C ]| Upon his Head, and with it all the cares; 248:03,058[C ]| While I enjoy the advantage of his State, 248:03,059[C ]| And all the Crown can give, except the weight. 248:03,060[C ]| Long may he Reign, that is so far above 248:03,061[C ]| All Vice, all Passion, but excess of Love. 248:03,062[C ]| And can the effects of Love appear so strange, 248:03,063[C ]| That into Beasts our greatest Gods could change? 248:03,064[B ]| The deathless Gods, when they commit a Rape, 248:03,065[B ]| Disguised a while, again resume their Shape: 248:03,066[B ]| But Princes once turned into Beasts, remain 248:03,067[B ]| For ever so; and should, like Beasts be slain. 248:03,068[C ]| Though more in years, you have a Mistress still; 248:03,069[C ]| And for that fault would you your Sovereign kill? 248:03,070[C ]| Love is the frailty of Heroic minds; 248:03,071[C ]| And where great Virtues are, our pardon finds. 248:03,072[C ]| Brutes may be Chaste; Pigeons, Swans and Doves, 248:03,073[C ]| Are more confined, than we are, in their Loves. 248:03,074[C ]| Justice and Bounty, in a Prince, are things 248:03,075[C ]| That Subjects make as happy as their Kings. 248:03,076[C ]| Will you contract the guilt of Royal Blood? 248:03,077[C ]| And rob your Country of her chiefest good? 248:03,078[B ]| Of one, whose Lust his Family has stained, 248:03,079[B ]| By whose good conduct he securely reigned. 248:03,080[C ]| Of one, whose choice first made your Valour known, 248:03,081[C ]| And with whose Armies you have got renown. 248:03,082[C ]| 'Tis all the gratitude Subjects can show, 248:03,083[C ]| To bear with Patience what their Princes do. 248:03,084[B ]| Yet Brutus did not let proud Tarquin escape. 248:03,085[C ]| The Prince his Son was guilty of a Rape. 248:03,086[C ]| For Joys extorted with a violent hand, 248:03,087[C ]| Revenge is just, and may with honour stand. 248:03,088[C ]| But should a Prince, because he does comply 248:03,089[C ]| With one, that's fair and not unwilling, die? 248:03,090[C ]| Or is it fit the people should be taught 248:03,091[C ]| Your Sister's frailty, with my Brother's fault? 248:03,092[B ]| Let her be known unchaste; so it be said, 248:03,093[B ]| That he that durst persuade her to it is dead. 248:03,094[C ]| The King has wronged you: Is it just that you 248:03,095[C ]| Mischief to me and the whole Nation do? 248:03,096[B ]| Rather than not accomplish my Revenge, 248:03,097[B ]| Just, or unjust, I would the World unhinge. 248:03,098[C ]| Yet of all Virtues, Justice is the best: 248:03,099[C ]| Valour, without it, is a common Pest. 248:03,100[C ]| Pirates and Thieves, too oft with Courage graced, 248:03,101[C ]| Show us how ill that virtue may be placed. 248:03,102[C ]| 'Tis our complexion makes us chaste or brave; 248:03,103[C ]| Justice from Reason, and from Heaven we have. 248:03,104[C ]| All other Virtues dwell but in the blood, 248:03,105[C ]| That in the Soul, and gives the name of good. 248:03,106[C ]| Justice, the Queen of Virtues, you despise, 248:03,107[C ]| And only rude and savage Valour prize. 248:03,108[C ]| To your revenge you think the King and all 248:03,109[C ]| That Sacred is, a Sacrifice should fall: 248:03,110[C ]| The Town be ruined, and this Isle laid waste, 248:03,111[C ]| Only because your Sister is not chaste. 248:03,112[C ]| Can you expect, that she should be so sage 248:03,113[C ]| To rule her blood, and you not rule your rage? 248:03,114[C ]| Both foul distempers are; but yours the worse, 248:03,115[C ]| Less pleasure has, and brings the greater curse. 248:03,116[B ]| In idle Rhodes Philosophers are bred, 248:03,117[B ]| And you, young Prince, are in their Morals read. 248:03,118[B ]| Nor is it hard for one that feels no wrong, 248:03,119[B ]| For patient duty to employ his Tongue. 248:03,120[B ]| Oppression makes men mad, and from their breast, 248:03,121[B ]| All reason does, and sense of duty wrest. 248:03,122[B ]| The Gods are safe, when under wrongs we groan, 248:03,123[B ]| Only because we cannot reach their Throne. 248:03,124[B ]| Shall Princes then, that are but Gods of clay, 248:03,125[B ]| Think they may safely with our honour play? 248:03,126[B ]| Reward a Soldier's Merit with a stain 248:03,127[B ]| To his whole Race, and yet securely Reign? 248:03,128[B ]| Farewell! I know so brave a Prince will scorn 248:03,129[B ]| To tell the secret, unto which he's sworn. 248:03,130[C ]| I promised Secrecy, but did not say 248:03,131[C ]| I would look tamely on. Melantius stay: 248:03,132[C ]| You have my Promise, and my hasty word 248:03,133[C ]| Restrains my Tongue, by ties not up my Sword. 248:03,134[C ]| Of other Virtues though you are bereft 248:03,135[C ]| By your wild rage, I know your Valour's left. 248:03,136[C ]| Swear not to touch my Brother, or with speed 248:03,137[C ]| Behind the Castle-wall let's meet. 248:03,137[B ]| Agreed. 248:03,000[' ]| 248:03,138[B ]| His well-known Virtue, and his constant Love, 248:03,139[B ]| To his bad Brother may the people move: 248:03,140[B ]| I'll take the occasion, which he gives, to bring 248:03,141[B ]| Him to his Death, and then destroy the King. 248:03,000[' ]| 248:03,000[' ]| 248:03,142[A ]| O! what an happiness it is to find 248:03,143[A ]| A friend of our own blood, a Brother kind! 248:03,144[A ]| A Prince so good, so just, so void of fear, 248:03,145[A ]| Is of more value than the Crown I wear. 248:03,146[A ]| The Kingdom offered if he would engage, 248:03,147[A ]| He has refused with a becoming rage. 248:03,148[A ]| For such a Brother, to the immortal Gods 248:03,149[A ]| More thanks I owe, than for the Crown of Rhodes. 248:03,150[A ]| Happy this Isle, with such a Hero blessed! 248:03,151[A ]| What Virtue dwells not in his Loyal Breast? 248:03,000[' ]| 248:03,152[J ]| Sir we are lost, Melantius has the Fort, 248:03,153[J ]| And the Town rises to assault the Court: 248:03,154[J ]| Where they will find the strongest part their own: 248:03,155[J ]| If you'll preserve your self, you must be gone. 248:03,156[J ]| I have a Garden opens to the Sea, 248:03,157[J ]| From whence I can your Majesty convey 248:03,158[J ]| To some near friend. 248:03,159[A ]| There with your Shallop stay. 248:03,160[A ]| The Game's not lost; I have one Card to play. 248:03,161[A ]| Suffer not Diphilus to leave the Court, 248:03,162[A ]| But bid him presently to me resort. 248:03,163[A ]| Had not this Challenge stopped the impendent fate, 248:03,164[A ]| We must have perished with the ruined State. 248:03,165[A ]| Forts, Soldiers, Citizens, of all bereft, 248:03,166[A ]| There's nothing but our private Valour left: 248:03,167[A ]| If he survive, I have not long to Reign; 248:03,168[A ]| But he that's injured, should be fairly slain. 248:03,169[A ]| The people for their Darling would repine; 248:03,170[A ]| If he should fall by any hand, but mine. 248:03,171[A ]| Less wise than valiant, the vain man is gone 248:03,172[A ]| To fight a Duel, when his work was done. 248:03,173[A ]| Should I command my Guards to find him, where 248:03,174[A ]| He meets my Brother, and destroy him there: 248:03,175[A ]| All hope of Peace would be for ever lost; 248:03,176[A ]| And the wild Rabble would adore his Ghost. 248:03,177[A ]| Dead, than alive, he would do greater harm, 248:03,178[A ]| And the whole Island, to revenge him, arm. 248:03,179[A ]| So popular, so mighty have I made 248:03,180[A ]| This fighting man, while I lived in the Shade. 248:03,181[A ]| But 'twas a double fault, to raise him so; 248:03,182[A ]| And then dishonour on his house to throw. 248:03,183[A ]| Ill governed passions in a Prince's Breast, 248:03,184[A ]| Hazard his private, and the public rest. 248:03,185[A ]| Slaves to our Passions we become, and then 248:03,186[A ]| It grows impossible to govern Men. 248:03,187[A ]| But Errors not to be recalled, do find 248:03,188[A ]| Their best redress from presence of the mind. 248:03,189[A ]| Courage our greatest failings does supply, 248:03,190[A ]| And makes all good, or handsomely we die. 248:03,191[A ]| Life is a thing of common use, by Heaven 248:03,192[A ]| As well to Insects as to Princes given. 248:03,193[A ]| But, for the Crown, 'tis a more sacred thing: 248:03,194[A ]| I'll dying lose it, or I'll live a King. 248:03,000[' ]| 248:03,195[A ]| Come, Diphilus, we must together walk, 248:03,196[A ]| And of a matter of importance talk. 248:03,197[D ]| What fate is this! had he stayed half an hour, 248:03,198[D ]| The rising Town had freed me from his Power. 248:03,000[' ]| 248:04,000[' ]| 248:04,000[' ]| 248:04,001[B ]| Be yet advised, the injurious King forsake; 248:04,002[B ]| Death, or a Sceptre from Melantius take. 248:04,003[C ]| Be thou advised, thy black design forsake; 248:04,004[C ]| Death, or this Counsel from Lucippus take. 248:04,005[B ]| Youth and vain confidence thy life betray: 248:04,006[B ]| Through Armies this has made Melantius' way. 248:04,007[C ]| Drawn for your Prince that Sword could wonders do; 248:04,008[C ]| The better Cause makes mine the sharper now. 248:04,009[C ]| Thy brutal anger does the gods defy; 248:04,010[C ]| Kings are their care: resume thy Loyalty: 248:04,011[C ]| Or from thy guilty Head I'll pluck the Bays, 248:04,012[C ]| And all thy Triumphs shall become my praise. 248:04,013[B ]| That shall be quickly tried. 248:04,000[' ]| 248:04,013[A ]| With Sword in hand, 248:04,014[A ]| Like a good Brother, by your Brother stand. 248:04,015[D ]| Glad that your pleasure lies this noble way; 248:04,016[D ]| I never did more willingly obey. 248:04,017[A ]| Thy Life, Melantius, I am come to take, 248:04,018[A ]| Of which foul Treason does a forfeit make. 248:04,019[A ]| To do Thee honour, I will shed that blood, 248:04,020[A ]| Which the just Laws, if I were faultless, should. 248:04,021[B ]| 'Tis bravely urged, Sir; but, their Guards away, 248:04,022[B ]| Kings have but small advantage of the Law. 248:04,023[A ]| Having infringed the Law, I waive my right 248:04,024[A ]| As King, and thus submit my self to fight. 248:04,025[A ]| Why did not you your own fierce hand employ, 248:04,026[A ]| As I do mine, and tell the reason why? 248:04,027[A ]| A Subject should be heard before he's slain? 248:04,028[A ]| And does less right belong to us that Reign? 248:04,029[B ]| If, as unjust, I could have thought you brave, 248:04,030[B ]| This way I chosen had Revenge to have. 248:04,031[B ]| A way so noble; that I must confess, 248:04,032[B ]| Already I begin to hate you less. 248:04,033[B ]| So unexpected and so brave a thing, 248:04,034[B ]| Makes me remember that you are my King. 248:04,035[B ]| And I could rather be contented, since 248:04,036[B ]| He challenged first, to combat with that Prince. 248:04,037[B ]| That so, a Brother for a Sister changed, 248:04,038[B ]| We may be of your wanton Pride revenged. 248:04,039[A ]| 'Twas I that wronged you, you my Life have sought; 248:04,040[A ]| No Duel ever was more justly fought. 248:04,041[A ]| We both have reason for our fatal wrath: 248:04,042[A ]| Nor is it fit the World should hold us both. 248:04,000[' ]| 248:04,043[C ]| Me for what nobler use can you reserve, 248:04,044[C ]| Than thus the Crown from danger to Preserve? 248:04,045[C ]| Members expose themselves, to save the Head: 248:04,046[C ]| This way he shall be satisfied, or dead. 248:04,000[C ]| 248:04,047[B ]| Though foul Injustice Majesty did stain, 248:04,048[B ]| This noble carriage makes it bright again. 248:04,049[B ]| When Kings with Courage act, something divine 248:04,050[B ]| That calls for Reverence, does about them shine. 248:04,051[D ]| Were we born Princes, we could not expect, 248:04,052[D ]| For an affront received, greater respect. 248:04,053[D ]| They that with sharpest Injuries are stung, 248:04,054[D ]| If fairly fought withal, forget the wrong. 248:04,055[D ]| A thousand pities, such a Royal pair 248:04,056[D ]| Should run this hazard for a wanton fair. 248:04,057[B ]| Let us fight so, as to avoid the extreme 248:04,058[B ]| Either of fearing, or of killing them. 248:04,000[' ]| 248:04,059[C ]| Sir, you should wield a Sceptre, not a Sword; 248:04,060[C ]| Nor with your Weapon kill, but with your Word. 248:04,061[C ]| The Gods by others execute their will. 248:04,062[A ]| Yet Heaven does oft with its own Thunder kill: 248:04,063[A ]| And when Necessity and Right command, 248:04,064[A ]| A Sword is Thunder in a Sovereign's hand. 248:04,065[A ]| Let us dispatch, lest any find us here, 248:04,066[A ]| Before we fight; or they grow less severe. 248:04,000[' ]| 248:04,000[' ]| 248:04,067[C ]| Hold Sir, they only guard, and still give place 248:04,000[' ]| 248:04,068[C ]| Fight us, as Enemies, or ask for Grace. 248:04,069[B ]| I never thought I could expedient see, 248:04,070[B ]| On this side death, to right our Family. 248:04,071[B ]| The Royal Sword thus drawn, has cured a wound 248:04,072[B ]| For which no other Salve could have been found. 248:04,073[B ]| Your Brothers now in Arms our selves we boast, 248:04,074[B ]| As satisfaction for a Sister lost. 248:04,075[B ]| The blood of Kings exposed, washes a stain 248:04,076[B ]| Cleaner, than thousands of the Vulgar slain. 248:04,077[B ]| You have our pardon, Sir; and humbly now, 248:04,078[B ]| As Subjects ought, we beg the same of you. 248:04,000[' ]| 248:04,079[B ]| Pardon our guilty Rage; which here takes end, 248:04,080[B ]| For a lost Sister, and a ruined Friend. 248:04,081[C ]| Let your great heart a gracious motion feel: 248:04,082[C ]| Is it not enough, you see Melantius kneel? 248:04,083[C ]| I'll be a pledge for both; they shall be true 248:04,084[C ]| As heretofore; and you shall trust 'em too. 248:04,085[C ]| His Loyal Arm shall still support the State, 248:04,086[C ]| And you no more provoke so just an hate. 248:04,087[A ]| Rise, brave Melantius, I thy pardon sign, 248:04,088[A ]| With as much Joy, as I am proud of mine. 248:04,089[A ]| Rise, Valiant Diphilus, I hope you'll both 248:04,090[A ]| Forget my fault, as I shall your just wrath. 248:04,091[D ]| Valour revealed in Princes does redeem 248:04,092[D ]| Their greatest faults, and crowns them with esteem. 248:04,093[D ]| Use us with Honour, and we are your Slaves, 248:04,094[D ]| To bleed for you, when least occasion craves. 248:04,095[A ]| With Honour and with Trust this Land shall know, 248:04,096[A ]| After my Brother, none so great as you. 248:04,000[' ]| 248:04,097[B ]| If these approach us, Sir, by your command; 248:04,098[B ]| Take back your Pardon, on our guard we stand. 248:04,000[' ]| 248:04,099[A ]| What over-diligence has brought you here? 248:04,100[K ]| Such as you'll pardon when the News you hear. 248:04,101[K ]| Amintor is retired, Aspasia gone; 248:04,102[K ]| And a strange humour does possess the Town. 248:04,103[K ]| They arm apace, Sir, and aloud declare 248:04,104[K ]| Things which we dare not whisper in your Ear. 248:04,105[K ]| The Council met, your Guards to find you sent, 248:04,106[K ]| And know your pleasure in this Exigent. 248:04,107[K ]| This honoured person you might justly fear, 248:04,108[K ]| Were he not Loyal, and amongst us here. 248:04,109[K ]| They say his merit's ill returned, and cry, 248:04,110[K ]| With great Melantius they will live and die. 248:04,111[B ]| Sir, not your Power, but Virtue made me bow; 248:04,112[B ]| For all he tells you, I did kneeling know. 248:04,113[B ]| Though now the faithfullest of your Subjects, we 248:04,114[B ]| Have been the cause of all this Mutiny. 248:04,115[B ]| Go comfort, Sir, Amintor, while we run 248:04,116[B ]| To stop the rage of this revolting Town; 248:04,117[B ]| And let them know the happiness they have 248:04,118[B ]| In such a Royal pair, so just, so brave. 248:04,119[B ]| Lend me your Guards, that if persuasion fail, 248:04,120[B ]| Force may against the Mutinous prevail. 248:04,121[A ]| Go, and obey, with as exact a care, 248:04,122[A ]| All his commands, as if our self were there. 248:04,123[A ]| He that depends upon another, must 248:04,124[A ]| Oblige his Honour with a boundless trust. 248:04,000[' ]| 248:04,125[B ]| How frail is Man! how quickly changed are 248:04,126[B ]| Our wrath and fury to a Loyal care! 248:04,127[B ]| This drawn but now against my Sovereign's Breast, 248:04,128[B ]| Before 'tis sheathed, shall give him peace and rest. 248:04,000[' ]| 248:05,000[' ]| 248:05,000[' ]| 248:05,001[F ]| They say, wild Beasts inhabit here; 248:05,002[F ]| But Grief and Wrong secures my Fear. 248:05,003[F ]| Compared to him that does refuse, 248:05,004[F ]| A tiger's kind, for he pursues. 248:05,005[F ]| To be forsaken's worse than torn; 248:05,006[F ]| And Death a lesser ill than Scorn. 248:05,007[F ]| No Forest, Cave, or Savage Den 248:05,008[F ]| Holds more pernicious Beasts than Men. 248:05,009[F ]| Vows, Oaths, and Contracts they devise, 248:05,010[F ]| And tell us, they are sacred Ties: 248:05,011[F ]| And so they are in our esteem; 248:05,012[F ]| But empty Names, despised by them. 248:05,013[F ]| Women with studied Arts they vex: 248:05,014[F ]| Ye Gods destroy that impious Sex. 248:05,015[F ]| And if there must be some to invoke 248:05,016[F ]| Your Powers, and make your Altars smoke, 248:05,017[F ]| Come down your selves, and in their place 248:05,018[F ]| Get a more Just and Nobler Race: 248:05,019[F ]| Such as the Old World did adorn, 248:05,020[F ]| When Heroes like your selves were born. 248:05,021[F ]| But this I wish not for Aspasia's sake; 248:05,022[F ]| For she no God would for Amintor take. 248:05,023[F ]| The Heart, which is our Passions' Seat, 248:05,024[F ]| Whether we will or no does beat: 248:05,025[F ]| And yet we may suppress our Breath: 248:05,026[F ]| This lets us see that Life and Death 248:05,027[F ]| Are in our Power; but Love and Hate, 248:05,028[F ]| Depend not on our Will, but Fate. 248:05,029[F ]| My Love was Lawful, when 'twas born; 248:05,030[F ]| Their Marriage makes it merit Scorn. 248:05,031[F ]| Evadne's Husband 'tis a Fault 248:05,032[F ]| To Love, a blemish to my thought; 248:05,033[F ]| Yet twisted with my Life; and I 248:05,034[F ]| That cannot faultless live, will die. 248:05,035[F ]| Oh! that some hungry Beast would come, 248:05,036[F ]| And make himself Aspasia's Tomb. 248:05,037[F ]| If none accept me for a Prey, 248:05,038[F ]| Death must be found some other way. 248:05,039[F ]| In colder Regions Men compose 248:05,040[F ]| Poison with Art; but here it grows. 248:05,041[F ]| Not long since, walking in the Field, 248:05,042[F ]| My nurse and I, we there beheld 248:05,043[F ]| A goodly fruit; which tempting me, 248:05,044[F ]| I would have plucked; but trembling she, 248:05,045[F ]| Whoever eat those Berries, cried, 248:05,046[F ]| In less than half an hour died. 248:05,047[F ]| Some God direct me to that Bough, 248:05,048[F ]| On which those useful Berries grow! 248:05,000[' ]| 248:05,000[' ]| 248:05,049[E ]| Repentance, which became Evadne so, 248:05,050[E ]| Would no less handsome in Amintor show. 248:05,051[E ]| She asked me pardon; but Aspasia I, 248:05,052[E ]| Injured alike, suffer to pine and die. 248:05,053[E ]| 'Tis said, that she this dangerous Forest haunts, 248:05,054[E ]| And in sad accents utters her complaints. 248:05,055[E ]| If over-taken, ere she perish, I 248:05,056[E ]| Will gain her Pardon, or before her die. 248:05,057[E ]| Not every Lady does from Virtue fall; 248:05,058[E ]| The Injurious King does not possess them all. 248:05,059[E ]| Well I deserved Evadne's scorn to prove, 248:05,060[E ]| That to Ambition sacrificed my Love. 248:05,061[E ]| Fools that consult their Avarice or Pride! 248:05,062[E ]| To choose a Wife, Love is our noblest Guide. 248:05,000[' ]| 248:05,063[F ]| This happy Bough shall give relief, 248:05,064[F ]| Not to my hunger, but my grief. 248:05,065[F ]| The Birds know how to choose their fare, 248:05,066[F ]| To peck this fruit they all forbear. 248:05,067[F ]| Those cheerful Singers know not why 248:05,068[F ]| They should make any haste to die: 248:05,069[F ]| And yet they Couple ~~ Can they know 248:05,070[F ]| What 'tis to Love, and not know Sorrow too? 248:05,071[F ]| 'Tis Man alone, that willing dies; 248:05,072[F ]| Beasts are less Wretched, or less Wise. 248:05,073[F ]| How Lovely these ill Berries show! 248:05,074[F ]| And so did false Amintor too. 248:05,075[F ]| Heaven would ensnare us! who can escape 248:05,076[F ]| When fatal things have such a shape? 248:05,077[F ]| Nothing in vain the Gods create, 248:05,078[F ]| This Bough was made to hasten fate. 248:05,079[F ]| 'Twas in compassion of our woe, 248:05,080[F ]| That Nature first made Poisons grow; 248:05,081[F ]| For hopeless wretches, such as I, 248:05,082[F ]| Kindly providing means to die. 248:05,083[F ]| As Mothers do their Children keep, 248:05,084[F ]| So Nature feeds, and makes us sleep: 248:05,085[F ]| The indisposed she does invite 248:05,086[F ]| To go to Bed before 'tis night. 248:05,087[F ]| Death always is to come, or past: 248:05,088[F ]| If it be ill, it cannot last. 248:05,089[F ]| Sure 'tis a thing was never known; 248:05,090[F ]| For when that's present, we are gone. 248:05,091[F ]| 'Tis an imaginary Line, 248:05,092[F ]| Which does our being here confine. 248:05,093[F ]| Dead we shall be, as when unborn; 248:05,094[F ]| And then I knew nor Love, nor Scorn. 248:05,095[F ]| But say we are to live elsewhere, 248:05,096[F ]| What has the Innocent to fear? 248:05,097[F ]| Can I be treated worse than here? 248:05,098[F ]| Justice from hence long since is gone, 248:05,099[F ]| And reigns where I shall be anon. 248:05,000[' ]| 248:05,100[E ]| 'Tis she; those fatal Berries show 248:05,101[E ]| The mischief she's about to do. 248:05,102[E ]| Women are governed by a stubborn fate: 248:05,103[E ]| Their Love's insuperable, as their hate. 248:05,104[E ]| No Merit their Aversion can remove; 248:05,105[E ]| Nor ill requital can efface their Love. 248:05,106[F ]| Like Slaves redeemed, Death sets us free 248:05,107[F ]| From Passion, and from Injury. 248:05,108[F ]| The Living chained to Fortune's Wheel, 248:05,109[F ]| In Triumph led, her changes feel: 248:05,110[F ]| And Conquerors kept Poisons by, 248:05,111[F ]| Prepared for her Inconstancy. 248:05,112[F ]| Bays against Thunder might defend their Brow: 248:05,113[F ]| But against Love and Fortune here's the Bough. 248:05,114[' ]| 248:05,000[' ]| 248:05,115[E ]| Rash Maid, forbear; and lay those Berries by, 248:05,116[E ]| Or give them him that has deserved to die. 248:05,117[F ]| What double Cruelty is this? Would you 248:05,118[F ]| That made me wretched, keep me always so? 248:05,119[F ]| Evadne has you: let Aspasia have 248:05,120[F ]| The common refuge of a quiet grave. 248:05,121[F ]| If you have kindness left, there see me laid: 248:05,122[F ]| To bury decently the injured Maid, 248:05,123[F ]| Is all the favour that you can bestow, 248:05,124[F ]| Or I receive ~~ Pray render me my Bough. 248:05,125[E ]| No less than you, was your Amintor wronged: 248:05,126[E ]| The false Evadne to the King belonged. 248:05,127[E ]| You had my promise, and my Bed is free; 248:05,128[E ]| I may be yours, if you can pardon me. 248:05,129[F ]| Your Vows to her were in the Temple made; 248:05,130[F ]| The sacred Altar witnessed what you said. 248:05,131[E ]| The powers above are to no place confined, 248:05,132[E ]| But everywhere hear promises that bind. 248:05,133[E ]| The Heaven, Earth, and the boundless Sea, 248:05,134[E ]| Make but one Temple for the Deity. 248:05,135[E ]| That was a Witness to my former Vow: 248:05,136[E ]| None can Amintor justly claim, but you. 248:05,137[E ]| Who gives himself away the second time, 248:05,138[E ]| Creates no title, but commits a Crime. 248:05,139[F ]| I could have died but once; but this believed 248:05,140[F ]| I may (alas!) be more than once deceived. 248:05,141[F ]| Death was the Port, which I almost did gain, 248:05,142[F ]| Shall I once more be tossed into the Main? 248:05,143[F ]| By what new Gods, Amintor, will you swear? 248:05,144[E ]| By the same Gods, that have been so severe; 248:05,145[E ]| By the same Gods, the justice of whose Wrath 248:05,146[E ]| Punished the infraction of my former faith. 248:05,147[E ]| May every Lady an Evadne prove, 248:05,148[E ]| That shall divert me from Aspasia's Love. 248:05,149[F ]| If ever you should prove unconstant now; 248:05,150[F ]| I shall remember where those Berries grow. 248:05,151[E ]| My Love was always constant; but the King, 248:05,152[E ]| Melantius's friendship, and that fatal thing 248:05,153[E ]| Imbibition, me on proud Evadne threw; 248:05,154[E ]| And made me cruel to my self, and you. 248:05,155[E ]| But if you still distrust my faith, I vow 248:05,156[E ]| Here in your presence I'll devour the Bough. 248:05,100[' ]| 248:05,157[F ]| Rash Man, forbear! but for some unbelief, 248:05,158[F ]| My Joy had been as fatal as my Grief: 248:05,159[F ]| The sudden news of unexpected bliss, 248:05,160[F ]| Would yet have made a Tragedy of this. 248:05,161[F ]| Secure of my Amintor, still I fear 248:05,162[F ]| Evadne's mighty friend, the King. 248:05,162[E ]| He's here. 248:05,000[' ]| 248:05,000[' ]| 248:05,163[A ]| How shall I look upon that noble Youth, 248:05,164[A ]| So full of Patience, Loyalty, and Truth? 248:05,165[A ]| The fair Aspasia I have injured too, 248:05,166[A ]| The guilty author of their double woe. 248:05,167[A ]| My passions gone, and reason in her Throne, 248:05,168[A ]| Amazed I see the mischiefs I have done. 248:05,169[A ]| After a Tempest, when the Winds are laid, 248:05,170[A ]| The calm Sea wonders at the wrecks it made. 248:05,171[E ]| Men wronged by Kings impute it to their fate, 248:05,172[E ]| And Royal kindness never comes too late: 248:05,173[E ]| So when Heaven frowns, we think our anger vain; 248:05,174[E ]| Joyful and thankful when it smiles again. 248:05,000[' ]| 248:05,175[E ]| This knot you broke, be pleased again to bind, 248:05,176[E ]| And we shall both forget you were unkind. 248:05,177[A ]| May you be happy, and your sorrows past, 248:05,178[A ]| Set off those Joys I wish may ever last. 248:05,000[' ]| 248:05,179[A ]| Read this Amintor. 248:05,179[E ]| Evadne fled! Aspasia now 248:05,180[E ]| You'll have no more occasion for your Bough. 248:05,000[' ]| 248:05,181[H ]| Melantius, Sir, has let the people know 248:05,182[H ]| How just you are, and how he's graced by you. 248:05,183[H ]| The Town's appeased, and all the air does ring 248:05,184[H ]| With repetitions of Long live the King. 248:05,185[C ]| Sir, let us to the Sacred Temple go, 248:05,186[C ]| That you are safe our Joys and Thanks to show. 248:05,187[A ]| Of all we offer to the Powers above, 248:05,188[A ]| The sweetest Incense is fraternal Love. 248:05,189[A ]| Like the rich Clouds that rise from melted Gums, 248:05,190[A ]| It spreads itself, and the whole Isle perfumes. 248:05,191[A ]| This sacred Union has preserved the State; 248:05,192[A ]| And from all tempest shall secure our fate: 248:05,193[A ]| Like a well twisted Cable, holding fast 248:05,194[A ]| The anchored Vessel in the loudest Blast. 248:00,000[' ]| 248:00,000[' ]| 248:00,001[A ]| The fierce Melantius was content, you see, 248:00,002[A ]| The King should live; be not more fierce than he. 248:00,003[A ]| Too long indulgent to so rude a time; 248:00,004[A ]| When Love was held so capital a Crime, 248:00,005[A ]| That a Crowned Head could no compassion find; 248:00,006[A ]| But died, because the Killer had been kind. 248:00,007[A ]| Nor is it less strange such mighty Wits as those 248:00,008[A ]| Should use a Style in Tragedy, like Prose. 248:00,009[A ]| Well sounding Verse, where Princes tread the Stage, 248:00,010[A ]| Should speak their Virtue, or describe their rage. 248:00,011[A ]| By the loud Trumpet, which our Courage aids, 248:00,012[A ]| We learn that sound, as well as sense, persuades. 248:00,013[A ]| And Verses are the potent charms we use, 248:00,014[A ]| Heroic Thoughts and Virtue to infuse. 248:00,015[A ]| When next we act this Tragedy again, 248:00,016[A ]| Unless you like the Change, we shall be slain. 248:00,017[A ]| The innocent Aspasia's Life or Death, 248:00,018[A ]| Amintor's too, depends upon your breath. 248:00,019[A ]| Excess of Love was heretofore the cause; 248:00,020[A ]| Now if we die, 'tis want of your applause. 248:00,000[' ]| <(Awful lot of `tis'ses)>