 | The Injur'd Lovers : or, the Ambitious Father |  |
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ACT IV.
SCENE I.
Enter King with Antelina disordered.King,
Now stubborn beauty curse your sly disdain,
Curse your rash will which tortur'd me so long
With the utmost rigour of a proud neglect.
Think not that face nor shape above reward,
Nor think that Crowns are Subjects Toys to play with.
Ant.
If ever you would have my heart your own,
Let those curs'd hands which forc'd me to dishonor,
Tear it from whence it ever must abhor you.
King,
When my fond heart with springs of longing leapt,
As it would beat thorough the breast it bruis'd,
To rest upon the Bosom it ador'd.
You stopt your ears to my entreating Soul,
And scorn'd it as the vilest in the Land.
Ant.
I think it now the worst that Hell e're punish'd.
King,
Think what you will, the Game is now my own,
Nor value I your Curses or Reflections.
Ant.
Dost thou not dread the fatal consequence
Must issue from revealing of this mischief?
King,
Not I;
Were thy souls dotage here with all the Army,
Thy Father and thy Brother at their Head,
Had every wrong a Champion from above;
Nay, were thy self before 'em all disorder'd
In the most moving posture of abuse,
I'de twine about thee like a curling Snake,
And cling till by degrees I was cut off.
Ant.
Heav'n, if I wait, will surely do me Justice.
King,
When first I lov'd, I Nobly did design,
Nor could your Wishes make you more than mine;
But when I found you deaf to my Complaints,
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I caus'd Oryala to perform your Part,
Whilst your ambitious Father lockt you up
As a reserve for me.
Ant.
Thou breeder of destruction.
King,
Think you I would have matcht my Sister
To one did Hate her, and below her birth;
But to remove the obstructions of my pleasure,
By the desires which I have gratified,
I would have stak'd my Country, and my Life
To've gain'd the pleasure I compel'd even now.
Ant.
Oh, ruin'd Antelina! Wrong'd Rheusanes!
King,
Despise a Slave when you may have his Lord:
Wait not on Fortune, when you may command her;
Give me your Love, and by my own I swear,
Thou shalt become the Wonder of the World.
Ant.
Your Villany has made me thus already.
King,
The Eagle shall not soar above thy Power;
The Indies shall be Plunder'd for thy sports,
To keep thy Extravagancies in perpetual Play;
Thy Garments all shall be Originals,
The finest, and the richest Art can finish;
I'l have the Sea turn'd off to digg up Rocks
Shall furnish thee with Gems to blind the admirers.
Ant.
And what shall wait on this Romantique Pomp?
King,
My Love.
Ant.
Thy Lust and Heav'ns eternal loss;
Wouldst thou to the Confusion thou hast made,
Add my Damnation, Monster, Vengeance will catch thee.
King,
Consider better, and be better us'd;
Nor do I fear my Subjects, nor the Gods,
If they should punish me for this dear action,
'Tis 'cause I have enjoy'd the bliss before 'em.
Once more consider, weigh well your idle Coyness;
And if a just repentance I can find,
I may, to quiet what you've lost, be kind.
[Exit.
Ant.
Do then and end me, Tyrant, Ravisher:
He's gone, and so am I from Honour ever gone;
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Or keep my countenance when 'tis accus'd;
My conscious blushes on my cheeks will blab.
And tell the inward touches of my Soul.
Earth, Earth, thou general Mother of all beings,
Let not my evil Footsteps wrong thy bearing,
But take what is too vile to walk upon thee.
[Sits down
Enter Rheusanes.
Rhe.
'Tis done, I do believe the happy deed is done:
The King came pleas'd and flushing to the Banquet,
As if the Priest had warranted his Joys,
And he had tasted of my Antelina.
Ant.
Oh! I should know that Voice.
Rhe.
What Fate directs me alwaies to this place!
This Melancholy Grove but sooths me in my Thoughts,
And Drowns me in Despair. Or, is't perhaps
That this most conscious Grove nourish'd my ruin:
Oh! the happy time!
Even I that am undone: undone by that;
Bless those so happy, happy moments past,
And fond the Memory that makes me wretched.
Ant.
Oh, Heav'ns!
Rhe.
What means that Voice of Sorrow? do the Woods
Pity me? or is't that mourning Lady!
'Twere vain for me to offer Services,
Or Complement her Miseries with mine.
If she be truly Wretched, I rob her of her Solitude.
For sure when Grief grows to that monstrous height,
That none can equally Comiserate.
Next to the Quiet Slumbers of the Grave;
To be alone, is all a Wretch would have.
Ant.
Oh! Rheusanes!
Rhe.
Or my Sence fails, or Antelinas voice.
But that's impossible.
[Going off.
Ant.
Rheusanes.
Rhe.
Again, Madam, by calling on my Name;
I Judge you think it in my Power to do you Service.
Accept it thus, and rise from this sad Place,
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What Antelina and without the King;
Or is this grief because without the King.
Ant.
Unkind Rheusanes do I merit this.
Rhe.
Why, Madam, I can guess no other Cause;
Yet Oh! my Antelina, if e're you Lov'd,
As often you have Sworn you did Rheusanes;
Not all the Royalties that deck a Throne,
Nor the gay Bridegroom King with all his honors,
Not in your Arms, nor in the unspeaking Minute of delight,
Shall give you half that Peace or Calm your Soul,
Equal to what beneath Yon Mirtle Tree,
You own'd with Tears of Joy you felt from me.
Ant.
I know thy Truth and that thus sinks my Soul,
Rhe.
She faints, Oh! thou Epitome of Heav'n return,
Revive my Love, my Life, my Antelina.
Ant.
Ah! me, if you would e're have Peace.
Wake me no more.
Rhe.
Oh! if thou knowest my Truth,
Live only to Convince me of thy own;
That Antelina Loves the the lost Rheusanes,
And my Soul soars immediately with thine.
Ant.
How can your Eyes so carelesly surveigh me?
Rhe.
What saiest thou?
Ant.
Do these torn Robes and hair look well, Rheusanes.
Rhe.
Hh!
Ant.
Should you meet one thus Ruffled on a Road,
Stretcht on the Ground or fastned to a Tree,
Would you not judge they had been Rob'd, Rheusanes?
Rhe.
Horrours eternal choak my eager thought,
And stifle my unnatural Suspition;
I will not guess at all, go on, be plain,
What meanest thou by a Road, bound to a Tree, or Robd?
Ant.
When e're a Shepherd leaves his tender Flock,
Does not the Wolf devour the helpless Lambs?
Rhe.
Yet Plainer.
Ant.
Let my Original disorder speak.
Rhe.
Enough, Enough, ye Mighty, Merciful good guards
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Give me thy hand, thou beautiful decay,
Let us sit down like Children quite undone,
And pratle o're the falshood of our Guardian,
Thy Father.—Oh, do not turn away;
That wretched motion does inform too much.
Ant.
Oh, my Rheusanes, I own I sin to look you in the face,
So vile am I: But pity me,
If threatned and entreated by a Father,
Urg'd by the wrong I thought you had done my Love,
And tempted by a Prince I seemed to accept
What as I wish for Heav'n my Soul so abhor'd,
I would have chose the vilest Death on Earth,
Rather than live, Rheusanes being lost,
The greatest Empress story e're could boast of.
Rhe.
Oh, dismal sound!
The only blessed news I wish'd to hear,
Doubles the wrack of my despairing Soul,
And marks me for a Wretch to future times
Hadst thou been false, Time, or a just resentment
Might have cur'd: but now my spiteful fate
Has made a flaw, not Heav'n it self can mend;
Nor do I fear a Curse, nor ask a Blessing.
Ant.
Oh Rheusanes!
Rhe.
Speak on, speak all, for I'd be more a wretch,
Admire the witty cruelties of Heav'n,
And wonder at the newness of their Curse.
Ant.
My Father!
Rhe.
Curses blast him! Heark, I hear some coming,
Perhaps the King, to appease a second time;
His pressing blood retire my Love,
And when I call,
Approach.
Ant.
Oh, hide me where I never may be found.
[Leads her off.
Rhe.
Now for this lustful brand,
This Fire that blister'd Antelina's vertue.
Enter Ghinotto.
By the fell Author of her Miseries,
It is the greater mischief.
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The King with Joy deals round the brim-swel'd goblets,
His Gay behaviour signifies success;
But he's engag'd so strictly with his Guests,
I cannot know the full particulars.
Rheusanes takes him by the Shoulder.
Rhe.
Ghinotto, tho' I know thee Ambitions dotard,
Yet not so blinded, but thou can'st Judge,
What Death deserves that Execrable Dog,
Who would to please a bold Hot Blooded Prince,
Expose the unspotted Honour of a Daughter.
Ghi.
What Death? Equal with him, the unambitious Fool,
Who would to please the fondness of a Girl,
Refuse to be the Father of a Prince?
Rhe.
Are not Vows binding, do we mock the Gods,
When our Protestings summon 'em to Witness,
Whether our Words keep measure with our Hearts?
Have you forgot, when to the Wars I went,
You joyn'd my Antelinas Hand and mine,
And blest me as yours? Have you fotgot,
When on my Sword, I Swore Eternal Faith?
You made her Kneel, and Kiss the hollow blade:
Preferring me to any Prince on Earth.
Ghi.
The Princess was not nam'd Perfidiou, Man!
Do you upbraid my Wrongs, or flout my Age?
Your fiery Pride, Young Conqueror, rides so high,
'Twill throw you on your Back: your false
Deluding Tongue, the Tricks you us'd to break the
Match, and Antelinas Peace, shall mount her to a Throne:
A Diadem my Daughter shall adorn.
Oryala and thou shalt be her Scorn:
Thy slighted Passion, shall at distance move:
It shall be Treason, but to own thy Love,
Whilst the most favour, thy poor State shall meet;
Shall be to pay Obedience at her Feet.
Rhe.
Rage keep thy Bounds, and Oh instruct me Gods,
Which way to satisfy my Love and Honour,
And not destroy this Murd'rer of 'em both.
Upbraidst thou me with breaking off the Match?
Does not thy base Heart know its own Contrivance?
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Vain Lord, thy threats are vain; my Heart know this,
Its Blood run cheary now, as 'ere it did, nor to
Be child with words, but sensible of Wrongs.
Apt to revenge, and with this wither'd Arm.
To justifie the Honour of my Name.
Rhe.
The Honour of thy Name: Ha! ha—
Ghi.
Ay, upstart Prince, the Honour of my Name
Equal with thine, much dearer than my Life,
And precious as the Off-springs of my blood.
Rhe.
Pretious indeed, and yet by Hell 'tis sold.
Ghi.
By whom?
Rhe.
By thee.
Ghi.
Thou Ly'st.
Rhe.
Thus quarrel Boys and Girls:
Thou twice a Child!
Ghi.
Thou not beyond it yet.
Rhe.
Who left his Daughter here?
Ghi.
I did.
Rhe.
To meet the King.
Ghi.
On purpose?
Rhe.
To hear his Love.
Ghi.
Ay, and receive it too.
Rhe.
He has been here Ghinotto.
Ghi.
I'm glad on't.
Rhe.
He has made Love too.
Ghi.
Better.
Rhe.
High, mighty, pressing Love.
Ghi.
More like a Prince.
Rhe.
More like a Fiend of Hell.
[Fetches her in.
Come forth thou Sacrifice to his Ambition,
And with thy Ruins sink his haughty Soul.
Ghi.
My Child!
Ant.
My Father.
Ghi.
What mean these swoln Eyes, this torn Hair,
These ruffled Garments, these all marks of Horror?
Ant.
The King.
Ghi.
Shall do thee right for this affront:
Tell me the Authors.
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Oh! he can never do me right.
Ghi.
Why, Child, I know he Loves thee.
Ant.
So loves a Goatish Satyr of the Woods,
A wandring Virgin of Diana's Train,
When to his Den, he Hurries her by force,
And Grins at her Resistance, and her Prayers.
Ghi.
Ambition, Oh Ambition! thou Nurse of Mischief;
How thou hast lash't my Pride.
[Aside.
Rhe.
What say'st thou now Ghinotto, does not this Object
Make thy inwards Sweat? Does not her Tears?
Pierce through thy yielding Pores, and scald thy Heart?
Can'st thou be still, when such a Wrong provokes?
Ghi.
Is this the Coronation of my Daughter,
Villain Ghinotto? Curse thy self alone:
Accomplice, Cause Author of thy Disgrace;
Nor look on him whom next Heav'n must revenge,
And equally with Heav'n thou hast abus'd.
The Armies his, and sure a Cause like this,
Will shock the Loyalty I know he bears.
Ant.
Oh! Father!
Ghi.
Peace Girl, a while; and I will do thee Justice.
Rheusanes, 'tis now no time to ask you Pardon:
Nor can my Life afford me time enough.
The King and I: mark me, the King and I,
Are equally concern'd in thy undoing.
Oh! do me Justice there, I'le give thee
Ample satisfaction here.
Rhe.
Let me Reflect.
The Man who made this Wretch of Poor Rheusanes,
Lives still, and I must honour him; he is my Prince,
Therefore I must not meditate revenge,
Or Compensation just to such a Wrong:
Because he is my Prince: Nay, by my Soul,
That Name aws me so much,
That had he stript me bare of all my Honours:
Reduc'd me to the meanest State of Life:
Nay, took my Life, and that the Vilest way,
I could have blest him still, and bore it all.
Ghi.
I have heard him boast your Loyalty indeed:
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Yet there lies your reward.
[Points to Ant.
Rhe.
Nay, had he attack'd me in that tender part,
And knowing that my Life twisted with hers:
Had Stab'd her at my Feet, my Blood might
Sally me to some rash thought, which soon I
Should have griev'd for on my Knees, to have begg'd
The Favour of a Second Stab. Thus would I treat
His Cruelties with Life, the utmost stake a Mortal
Has to loose.
Ghi.
And charg'd by Heav'n, and Nature to Protect;
To Right if Wrong'd by any mortal Power.
Rhe.
But Sacriligiously to spoil my Love:
To violate the Altar of my Vows, he has Stab'd my
Soul, nor can your vain Eliziums do me Right:
A Melancholy poor Dishonour'd Ghost;
Abandon'd, Branded, Scorn'd by Noble Souls,
And shun'd by Antelinas unreveng'd.
Ant.
Where then, Oh! where shall Antelinas fly?
In what dark Mansion, cover her Disgrace?
A Ravish'd Virgin in a stranger VVorld;
VVhere bold Rheusanes durst not shew his Face.
Ghi.
By Heav'ns, the Cods sit smiling at our Follies,
And mock at our Ridiculous Enduring.
Rhe.
Oh Father!
[Leans on him,
Ghi.
Oh! do not Sink my Soul with so much goodness:
I loath the VVorld, I hate my self for Living;
To find thy Blood, aw'd with the Name of King:
Baulk a Revenge, would make me Young again:
Nor can I hope it from my Arm alone.
The Conscious King has Guards enough,
To Fence him from my Rage: which shall end here.
Rheusanes, I told you, and I own it once again:
The King and I, only the King and I,
made thee the VVretch thou art:
Thy Honours Stab'd in his hot Blood, and Lust,
And thus in Blood must pay thee, if he's just.
[Offers to stab himself.
Rhe.
Oh! hold Ghinotto, I vow Revenge;
Live and look up, such Revenge as our
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Live and look up.
Ghi.
Rest not my Dagger then, but leave it with its Master,
Ant.
Swear not to use it then.
Ghi.
Not to my Death I vow.
Rhe.
Thus joyn then Hands with me in a revenge
[Kneel.
Lucretia, Brutus, Collatine, and all the gloriously reveng'd.
Immortal Souls, inspire the equally abus'd Rheusanes;
And Promp't this Noble Fury in my mind.
Ghi.
Oh! Rheusanes, rise not yet, accept this
Moyety of Blood I pay you; and Daughter Swear, Swear,
Since the World, Man, Woman, Child, and all should join
In such a Cause, Thou'lt have revenge, the King and I,
We owe ye blood my Children: Oh! Lend me
But my Eyes to see him bleed here on this Spot
I make this solemn Vow, where thy dear Honour lies;
In thy Fathers Blood, I'le pay the due just Forfeit:
Of my Life!
Ant.
And as I winde
This Linnen round your Arm, to save
The Noble drops, which feed that Life:
I Swear no opportunity shall scape,
In which I may revenge my Virgin Loss.
Rhe.
Come to my Arms, thou noble Penitent,
[To Ghi.
And Oh thou precious Rack of my sad Fate:
[To Antes.
Cleave to my Soul;
Ye Gods, which know no difference of Men;
But Ride in Clouds, Kings over Earthly Kings:
I claim revenge: Look down upon our Sorrows:
And if in opposition to your Law;
My Sword against my Soveraign I draw.
Oh! Crush this Young Rebelling in its Birth:
Some Judgment strike this Traytor to the Earth.
But if as you've thought fit in former Times,
By mortal Hands, to punish mortal Crimes.
Help me my injur'd Honour to redress:
Crown all my Undertakings with Success.
Resentment does my blood to Action charm,
Revenge inspires the Glorious Alarm,
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Enter Dorenalus.
Exeunt.
Dor.
What is there in this World, should make men fond
Of breathing in its falshood: Our inclinations
Always are deny'd, or if we think to morrows Joy
Shall make amends for this days Sorrow: some
Evil accident does Intervene, and our Intentions
Still are interrupted: Oh! we were lost sure in the
Primitive folly, since the first Man allow'd the
Woman Will, we have been the Sexes May-game,
And Derision, and Fortune, which does favour
None but Fools is constantly their Champion:
The only thing our griping Fates allow'd,
To the sore Prentiship of Woes we're bound to,
Was healing Friendship; and that now is most
Corrupted and uncertain found. How happy
Did that Surly Cynick live, who knew no Joy,
Nor Grief beyond the want or presence
Of the Sun?
Enter Ghinotto.
Ghi.
Dorenalus?
Dor.
My Father.
Ghi.
The same, are we alone?
Dor.
Why, Sir?
Ghi.
Cause I have business, that's a secret boy.
You know there are many private Nooks about
The Court, and at this time of Night, Young wanton
Girls Sculk with the Lords in Corners for instructions:
And I am loath to Sing, whilst they beat time.
Dor.
I cannot Sound you Sir.
Ghi.
But I, will thee, I have a Plumet to a Line of wrongs,
Will reach thy Heart, were it as deep as the
Unfashioned Sinkings of the Ocean.
Dor.
I have a Heart, which to a Noble wrong,
VVill swell, and save the sounding of it.
Ghi.
VVell said, then hear me, and stop one Ear;
Least it fly from thee, thy Sister?
Dor.
VVhat of her?
Rhi.
Is Ravish'd basely, seduc'd, and Ravish'd by the King.
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The King.
Ghi.
Ay the King, that Essence of Brutality;
Has Rob'd her of her richest Portion.
Dor.
We may revenge, but ne're retreive the wrong.
Ghi.
That's right, but how? how to revenge that we must
Study.
Dor.
Why thus?
I long have Dotes on Oryala,
My quiet long has been at Pawn for her;
Now I have Power to gratifie my Love,
And pay my Sisters loss.
Ghi.
As how?
Dor.
I'l Ravish her.
Ghi.
Wilt thou?
Dor.
By all her Scorn I will,
I'l force her till tyr'd Nature does refuse;
And my desire is baffled by my Weakness.
Ghi.
I feel my Vitals sicken at this Motion,
Yet I could have provok't him to this deed;
Had I not made a league with brave Rheusanes.
Dor.
What ruminate you on, Sir?
Ghi.
Don't you Consider she's Rheusanes Wife.
Dor.
I do: and for that very reason do resolve it,
Consider who has blasted all my hopes, Rheusanes;
Who left my Sister slighted openly, Rheusanes;
Who was the occasion of her Treacherous Rape;
Rheusanes still, for had he faithful prov'd,
Your Daughter had been happy, and Oryala in time,
Might have been wrought to answer my
Entreatings.
Ghi.
I must inform him better, tho the discovery ruins,
What I long for, the General was betray'd in all;
This Action by the Kings lust contriv'd to take,
The Princess that he might easier compel
My Daughter.
Dor.
By Heav'n you've eas'd my Spirits of a load,
Lay heavier on 'em than the Love that wrackt 'em;
Now as the Kings relation I will force her,
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I will corrupt with equal Pleasure his.
Ghi.
So far 'tis well; nay farther, I'll proceed:
Rheusanes hates her as I do the King:
Nay, could he live till Time did rest his Glass,
He would not own her.
Dor.
Oh! how I'll surfeit in the Luscious Joys:
His Lust has made my Sister's Honour bleed;
Mine in Oryala shall match the Deed.
[Exit.
Ghi.
His Blood is in a Flame, and as a Fire
Long stifled, having Vent, breaks out with fiercer,
More consuming Hast, so does his Passion,
Whilst all my little Oppositions mov'd,
Serv'd as Combustibles to feed its Fury.
Oh Virginius! How happy was thy Arm
That frustrated the lustful Will of Appius?
Like him, I to the Army will retire,
And to redress my Wrongs their Aid require.
[Exit.
Enter Rheusanes with a Dagger.
Rhe.
Now is the Time, now all within is fast:
The busy feasting Guests are cloy'd with Riot,
And glutted into Sleep: The King himself long
Time ago retir'd, remorsless went to Rest, as if
Some Angel rock'd him to Repose:
My Antelina too,
Doz'd with her Wrongs, has sigh'd her self to Quiet.
Oh Sleep! thou only Cordial, next thy Neighbour Death,
For injured and disorder'd Souls, how feign would I
Enjoy the: This only takes Possession of my Heart;
This careful Tenant strictly will repair what
Time has run to Ruin; but e're I make it Master
Of my Life, it must have a Lodging in the Heart
O'th' King.
Enter Dorenalus.
Dor.
I find my Spirits falter in this Action,
For when my Will is urgent to go on,
Against the Barr of Friendship it recoils;
Which bruises my Intentions.
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I hear'd a Voice, sure.
Dor.
If I should ravish her—
Rhe.
By Darkness, 'tis King contriving to regal,
His Lust again; bless'd be the Means that keeps
Me undiscover'd, and the Occasion brought me to
O'er hear him.
Dor.
She is Rheusane's Right, altho I love her;
The Word Revenge will give no Countenance,
For wronging of my Friend:
I hitherto have kept my Name untainted;
Why should I then out of a rash hot Fit,
Lose in a Minute, what my Life has toil'd for.
Rhe.
What, does he mutter now?
Dor.
I will not Ravish her.
Rhe.
Thou shalt not, if Rheusanes can prevent it:
Up thou, unus'd to Mischief for a Moment;
And forth thou never failing Instrument of Slaughter:
My Hand embrace thee with its former firmness,
And by Instinct let me find out his Heart.
Dor.
Who e'er thou art,
[Runs Dor. through.
Dorenalus huggs thee for this mighty Favour.
Rhe.
Mistakes confound me, what is it I hear, within
There, Treason, Murder, Lights, you Sleepers.
Enter Gentlemen. Lights.
Gent.
It was the Prince's Voice.
Rhe.
Oh! lend a courteous Glance this way, it cannot
Be my Friend sure.
Dor.
Never so much thy Friend as at this Hour.
Rhe.
How have I trac'd the Footsteps of Destruction.
Away with your unwelcome Witnesses.
Dor.
Oh! 'twas Charity to end my Life,
When you deny'd me Nourishment to keep it.
Rhe.
Yet ere thy soul forsake thee, let me clear it:
I was betray'd by thy ambitious Father,
Who plac'd the Princess, as thy Sister, for me:
Disguis'd and silent we perform'd the Deed;
And when I brought her home to feast on Love,
She swore I should not tast it in the Light:
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So by the Assistance of the fatal Darkness,
I grasp'd her as the Longings of my Soul.
Dor.
I do believe thee: Oh! Death hunts my Soul,
And drives it from its mortal Mansion.
Rhe.
I thought it was the King now in thy place,
Hearing thee talk of Ravishing;
Thought 'twas some fresh Design upon your Sister,
Which my mistaking Arm endeavour'd to prevent.
Dor.
I am satisfied, and pray be you; I never meant you Ill;
Wickedness once invaded my fallen Temper,
But I at last o'ercame it, Oh Rheusanes!
Rhe.
What are thy last Desires?
Dor.
Take Pity on my Sister, and keep her from the future
Evil of this curst Tarquin has dishonoured her.
I'm going, and if to Happiness I am preferr'd,
I will entreat for Thee.
[Dies.
Rhe.
Blessings unenvi'd wait upon thy Soul,
And mount it to the Glory it deserves:
Remove this Body to my Chamber,
And over it I will lament its Fate.
Heaven! Thou hast shewn thy Care on thy Vicegerent,
And in my Bloom of Wickedness hast cropt me:
Ghinotto work'd upon my yeilding Soul;
When it was dull'd with suffering then he prey'd on't;
But sadly have I answer'd the Offence,
Slaying his Son in aiming at my Prince.
End of the Fourth Act.
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