 | The Island Princess, or The Generous Portuguese |  |
The Scene draws and discovers Armusia lying on a bank in a Grove of Orange-Trees. Emanuel by him.
This Dialogue is sung to him by a Clown and his Wife. Set by Mr. Leveridge, and Sung by him and Mr. Pate.
Arm.
In vain with Mirth you wou'd beguile my Cares.
Alas! I'm dead to Joy, and but a walking Trouble,
Insensible to all but Love and Grief,
To all but Grief, for Grief and Love are one.
Why wou'd my Rival kill me? If he hates me
Sure he shou'd bid me live!—Let's range the Grove
Perhaps I soon shall meet him, or my Princess.
Both can deal Death; yet I, like other Wretches,
Tho! that's my only Ease, must struggle with my Fate.
(Exeunt.
Enter Governour and Quisara.
Go.
I wou'd talk further with you from the Gods.
You are a Princess of that Excellence—
Nay do not blush, I do not flatter you.
The Gods bestow'd this on you.
Qui.
I own their Bounty.
Go.
Apply it then to their Use, to their Honour,
To ruine or convert those Misbelievers
Those Portuguese; Invite 'em to our Temples—
Qui.
Father we may sit yonder, and be still more private.
(Exit. Qui. and Go.
Enter Ruidias and Piniero.
Rui.
What, did Armusia then return the Challenge
You carried him? Will he not meet me?
Pin.
He calmly told me, that he disapproves
All formal Duels, yet that with a Sword
He ev'ry Day is walking in this Grove.
Rui.
Then let us strive to find him out—But see he comes.
Now Love, Revenge, and Fortune guide my Arm.
Enter Armusia, with Emanuel.
Draw, Armusia!
Rui. and Pin. draw.
Dye or resign the Princess.
Arm.
I will do neither.
Armusia, and Emanuel draw.
But hold, why must our Friends now share our Danger?
Rui.
Stand still, I charge ye, as you honour me.
Arm.
And, good Emanuel, hold—
Pin.
'Tis well you spoke—
Rui.
Fight home, I will not spare you,
(They fight with Sword and Dagger.
Nor do I look for mercy.
Enter Quisara, and Governor.
Qui.
Ha! fighting! hold! Oh hold, rash Men! Oh part 'em!
Go.
Let 'em alone, let 'em kill one another.
Qui.
Ruidias, hold.
Rui.
Unless he dyes, I'm hopeless.
Qui.
If e're you lov'd, I charge ye cease! Oh! Father.
Rui.
My Love were small, shou'd I desist.
Go.
Oh let both fall, kind Fortune.
Ruidias falls.
Pin.
Ruidias down!
Em.
Stand still, or my Sword's in—
Qui.
Oh hold Armusia.
Rui.
I can expect no Mercy. Why do you not kill me then?
Arm.
A Boy might do as much at this Advantage.
Will you not ask your Life?
Rui.
'Tis not worth asking.
Arm.
Nor is it worth my taking in this Posture.
Qui.
Spare him Armusia, spare him.
Arm.
My Love is all Obedience. Rise, Sir, and take your Sword again
Rui.
Not against him that spar'd me! Oh curst Fortune.
Go.
What have you done? 'Twere better they had all perish'd.
Qui.
Father, be pacify'd; I'm working for the best—
This Jealous Rage and Disobedience cure me—
Aside.
Armusia, meet me in the Neighbouring Temple.
Arm.
Madam, I shall—
Exit Quis. Gov.
Come brave Ruidias, let us now be Friends;
Believe your Honor safe.
Rui.
Oh you have beat me both ways, and so nobly
That I must ever love the hand that did it.
But Oh the Princess. Both cannot possess her.
Pin.
You cannot, Sir, unless She break her Vow.
Come leave these Toys, and wed your Mistress, Fame.
Arm.
Oh Sir, you ask too too much of a Lover.
Ev'n I my self had rather leave the world, than quit so fair a Prize.
Rui.
And you alone deserve her. Yet, Armusia,
I cannot yet resign her, tho' I must.
The heat of Love remains, tho' the Soul hope is fled.
Arm.
Yet let's be Friends. Why shou'd we hate each other
For Sympathy in Love?
Rui.
Too gen'rous Man, I cannot call you Rival,
Let me embrace you; Let all hatred end.
Oh thus, I'm blest—What e're the Fates intend,
I cannot lose, possest of such a Friend.
Exeunt.
This Dialogue is sung to him by a Clown and his Wife. Set by Mr. Leveridge, and Sung by him and Mr. Pate.
Wife.
Hold, John, e're you leave me, i'troth I will know
Whither so smugg'd up thus early you go?
With clean Hands and Face,
Your best Band with a Lace,
Your Sunday Reparel when you shou'd go Plough,
So trim none wou'd think you a married Man now.
Hold, John, e're you leave me, itroth I will know
Whither so smugg'd up thus early you go?
Man.
Go, Joan, I wo'n't tell you: To lead a sweet Life
I've learnt of my Betters to steal from my Wife.
Mayhaps with my Neighbour I'll dust it away,
Mayhaps play at Put, or some other such Play.
Wife.
I guess at what game you'd be playing to day.
Man.
Don't plague me. The Devil's in Women I think.
Go, Joan, I tell thee I'm going to drink?
Come, prithee, don't think that I've got no more Grace:
Nay go, or I'll gi' thee a Dowse in the Face.
Wife.
I'll find then some body to strike in your Place.
Why should you deny me? I never did you.
(Weeping.
Because I an't new, you won't give me my due,
But Troth if you wo'not, another shall do.
Man.
If thus you e're do,
Oh! how I'll belabour your Booby and you.
(Threatning.
Wife.
If thus you e're do,
Oh how I'll belabour your Trollop and You.
Both.
Oh how I'll belabour your Booby and you
Both.
Oh how I'll belabour your Trollop and you, and you.
Wife.
Well, John, do not go,
(Wheadling and crying.
And I wo'not do so,
Do not go, my dear Johny,
My Precious, my Hony.
(She kisses him.
Oh pray do not go,
And I wo'not do so.
Man.
Adsooks by that Buss I'm inveigled to stay,
Come, Joan, come and spoil me from going astray.
Come give your best Band.
Man.
Here take my best Band.
Both.
Now, give me thy Hand.
Man.
Thus 'tis with you your Women.
Wife.
Thus 'tis with you Men.
Both.
Whene're you fall out 'tis to fall in again.
(Ex. Clown with his Wife.
Hold, John, e're you leave me, i'troth I will know
Whither so smugg'd up thus early you go?
With clean Hands and Face,
Your best Band with a Lace,
Your Sunday Reparel when you shou'd go Plough,
So trim none wou'd think you a married Man now.
Hold, John, e're you leave me, itroth I will know
Whither so smugg'd up thus early you go?
Man.
Go, Joan, I wo'n't tell you: To lead a sweet Life
I've learnt of my Betters to steal from my Wife.
Mayhaps with my Neighbour I'll dust it away,
Mayhaps play at Put, or some other such Play.
Wife.
I guess at what game you'd be playing to day.
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Don't plague me. The Devil's in Women I think.
Go, Joan, I tell thee I'm going to drink?
Come, prithee, don't think that I've got no more Grace:
Nay go, or I'll gi' thee a Dowse in the Face.
Wife.
I'll find then some body to strike in your Place.
Why should you deny me? I never did you.
(Weeping.
Because I an't new, you won't give me my due,
But Troth if you wo'not, another shall do.
Man.
If thus you e're do,
Oh! how I'll belabour your Booby and you.
(Threatning.
Wife.
If thus you e're do,
Oh how I'll belabour your Trollop and You.
Both.
Oh how I'll belabour your Booby and you
Both.
Oh how I'll belabour your Trollop and you, and you.
Wife.
Well, John, do not go,
(Wheadling and crying.
And I wo'not do so,
Do not go, my dear Johny,
My Precious, my Hony.
(She kisses him.
Oh pray do not go,
And I wo'not do so.
Man.
Adsooks by that Buss I'm inveigled to stay,
Come, Joan, come and spoil me from going astray.
CHORUS.
Wife.Come give your best Band.
Man.
Here take my best Band.
Both.
Now, give me thy Hand.
Man.
Thus 'tis with you your Women.
Wife.
Thus 'tis with you Men.
Both.
Whene're you fall out 'tis to fall in again.
Arm.
In vain with Mirth you wou'd beguile my Cares.
Alas! I'm dead to Joy, and but a walking Trouble,
Insensible to all but Love and Grief,
To all but Grief, for Grief and Love are one.
Why wou'd my Rival kill me? If he hates me
Sure he shou'd bid me live!—Let's range the Grove
Perhaps I soon shall meet him, or my Princess.
Both can deal Death; yet I, like other Wretches,
Tho! that's my only Ease, must struggle with my Fate.
(Exeunt.
Enter Governour and Quisara.
Go.
I wou'd talk further with you from the Gods.
You are a Princess of that Excellence—
Nay do not blush, I do not flatter you.
The Gods bestow'd this on you.
Qui.
I own their Bounty.
Go.
Apply it then to their Use, to their Honour,
To ruine or convert those Misbelievers
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Qui.
Father we may sit yonder, and be still more private.
(Exit. Qui. and Go.
Enter Ruidias and Piniero.
Rui.
What, did Armusia then return the Challenge
You carried him? Will he not meet me?
Pin.
He calmly told me, that he disapproves
All formal Duels, yet that with a Sword
He ev'ry Day is walking in this Grove.
Rui.
Then let us strive to find him out—But see he comes.
Now Love, Revenge, and Fortune guide my Arm.
Enter Armusia, with Emanuel.
Draw, Armusia!
Rui. and Pin. draw.
Dye or resign the Princess.
Arm.
I will do neither.
Armusia, and Emanuel draw.
But hold, why must our Friends now share our Danger?
Rui.
Stand still, I charge ye, as you honour me.
Arm.
And, good Emanuel, hold—
Pin.
'Tis well you spoke—
Rui.
Fight home, I will not spare you,
(They fight with Sword and Dagger.
Nor do I look for mercy.
Enter Quisara, and Governor.
Qui.
Ha! fighting! hold! Oh hold, rash Men! Oh part 'em!
Go.
Let 'em alone, let 'em kill one another.
Qui.
Ruidias, hold.
Rui.
Unless he dyes, I'm hopeless.
Qui.
If e're you lov'd, I charge ye cease! Oh! Father.
Rui.
My Love were small, shou'd I desist.
Go.
Oh let both fall, kind Fortune.
Ruidias falls.
Pin.
Ruidias down!
Em.
Stand still, or my Sword's in—
Qui.
Oh hold Armusia.
Rui.
I can expect no Mercy. Why do you not kill me then?
Arm.
A Boy might do as much at this Advantage.
Will you not ask your Life?
Rui.
'Tis not worth asking.
Arm.
Nor is it worth my taking in this Posture.
Qui.
Spare him Armusia, spare him.
Arm.
My Love is all Obedience. Rise, Sir, and take your Sword again
Rui.
Not against him that spar'd me! Oh curst Fortune.
Go.
What have you done? 'Twere better they had all perish'd.
Qui.
Father, be pacify'd; I'm working for the best—
This Jealous Rage and Disobedience cure me—
Aside.
Armusia, meet me in the Neighbouring Temple.
Arm.
Madam, I shall—
Exit Quis. Gov.
Come brave Ruidias, let us now be Friends;
Believe your Honor safe.
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Oh you have beat me both ways, and so nobly
That I must ever love the hand that did it.
But Oh the Princess. Both cannot possess her.
Pin.
You cannot, Sir, unless She break her Vow.
Come leave these Toys, and wed your Mistress, Fame.
Arm.
Oh Sir, you ask too too much of a Lover.
Ev'n I my self had rather leave the world, than quit so fair a Prize.
Rui.
And you alone deserve her. Yet, Armusia,
I cannot yet resign her, tho' I must.
The heat of Love remains, tho' the Soul hope is fled.
Arm.
Yet let's be Friends. Why shou'd we hate each other
For Sympathy in Love?
Rui.
Too gen'rous Man, I cannot call you Rival,
Let me embrace you; Let all hatred end.
Oh thus, I'm blest—What e're the Fates intend,
I cannot lose, possest of such a Friend.
Exeunt.
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