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ACT IV.

Enter Margaretta.
Marg.
Oh Jealousy, busie tormenting Fiend,
Where didst thou lurk? Where was thy dark Abode,
Before thou entred'st here to wreck my Peace?
Sure in some Place where only Horrors dwell,
Where Furies howl and pointed Scorpions sting,
Where anxious Thoughts for ever banish Sleep,
And false Suspicions still are murmuring round,
Where after Death the guilty are confin'd:
Oh, no, for there is everlasting Hate,
And thou canst only be where Love exists;
For thou indeed art Love, but Love diseas'd,
Madness and restless Pain to all that know thee.
No Word, no Friend come yet from my Antonio,
To give my labouring Mind a Dawn of Ease,
What's poor Jacincta's Fate I cannot guess,
Thus shut from humane View I nothing know.

Enter Alvarez.
Alv.
Hail beauteous Margaretta,

Mar.
Alvarez here,
Then my sad Eyes again behold a Friend,
What News from War, is my Antonio safe?

Alv.
The Moors have yielded to our conquering Arms.

Mar.
Unkind, why tell'st thou me of Foes subdu'd?
Blasted be all your Laurels, all your Triumphs,
If my lov'd Heroe lives not to partake them.

Alv.
He lives in perfect Health and boundless Joy,
The foremost Palm was his.

Mar.
Now Blessings on thee,
New Life thou bring'st me and new kindling Pleasures
But now, and I was shaded with Despair,
Thou hast dispers'd the Cloud and cheer'd my Heart,
Ha, I minded not thy sad dejected Posture,
Thy folded Arms, thy Eyes bent to the Earth,
As if they sullenly forbid my Transport:
Oh Alvarez, forbear to give me Fears,
Enough of Grief I have already felt,
Compel not the Return of torturing Doubt.

Alv.
Command thy self thou loveliest of thy Sex,
With Mercy too forgive.

Mar.
Forgive, what, whom:
'Tis as I fear'd, be still my boding Thoughts,
Why do you whisper Ruin to my Love,
And by these hopeless Pangs forestal Despair?
Why do I shake before I hear my Fate?
Oh give me Ease and quickly tell me who
The wretched Margaretta must forgive?

Alv.
Forgive your Husband, who implores your Pity,
And swears by all the Ills he has endur'd,
The loath'd Constraint his Destiny impos'd,
The Flame your Eyes first lighted in his Breast,
Still lives and burns with unabated force,
And Reigns the Tyrant of his Days.

Mar.
Yet go on,
Tho! At each accent Nature fast decays,
And all the props of feeble Life are Sinking.

Alv.
The General, whose will none dares dispute,
Much less Antonio, his peculiar Charge
Great Julianus Sware that it should be,
And he with Grief unwillingly Obey'd,
With secret Anguish and with stifl'd Shame
Against his Soul he Espous'd the beauteous Delia,
Nor durst refuse and plead his former Vows.

Mar.
'Tis Finisht.

She Faints.
Alv.
Oh yield not to Despair.
By Heaven 'tis Joy, 'tis Extacy of bliss,
To hold her in my Arms, tho' cold and dying;
My eager Fires have Warm'd her Back to Life.

Mar.
Stand off, and give my boundless Sorrows way,
If I shou'd Tear these Robes, this Hair, this Breast,
Cou'd Alvarez Condemn my just Distraction?
Oh, is it Possible to bear this Wound;
Antonio False, then Vertue is no more,
He that has Flatter'd, and out-Sworn his Sex,
As far as ever they did Sacred Truth,
Witness ye Lowring inauspicious Stars,
That with unlucky Beams behold our Nuptials,
And you superiour Planets, Sun, and Moon,
All, all have heard his Vows, and seen him False.

Alv.
Yet I have more to say.

Mar,
The rest is needless,
What canst thou tell me beyond Misery;
Am I not Curst, is not my Portion full?
What then Remains, but to Despair and Dye.
Let me Indulge that Thought, I like it well,
Death is the Gentle Remedy of Grief,
That only Path is open to my view
That can Conduct me to Eternal rest.

Alv.
The Bridegroom Mourns and bends his pensive Head,
Nor can he force one Smile to Grace his Nuptials,
His Sighs and Watry Eyes too plain betray
The Inward Anguish of his bleeding Love,
With conscious blushes he Implor'd my aid,
And as his long tried Friend urg'd me to see you
And soften this Relation 'ere he came.
He owns his Crime, tho' much Compel'd to Act it
And durst not Write till you Resolve to Pardon,
He invokes the soft befriending Powers of Love
And all the fierce disposers of Revenge,
To Punish, as they ought, his horrid Perjuries
If still he loves you not as dear as ever,
He holds you still the Darling of his Soul
And begs you'll Condescend to share his Fortunes.

Mar.
Can he believe I will, on such base Terms?
Am I not Born even Noble as himself?
And dares he offer me his odious Pensions?
To what obscure retreat art thou to Guide me,
Where to Conceal his Crime and my Disgrace
This Wretched Burthen of my teeming Womb,
This Unborn Babe, may be in stealth brought up
By a vile Name to my great Race unknown.
Oh I shall Rave! 'tis not to be supported:
All that is Soft and Gentle in my Nature,
This most unequal'd Wrong has quite destroy'd.
Warm with my Rage, I'll seek this Unjust Rival,
And Thro' a Thousand Wounds let forth her Guilt,
And Glut my Soul with Vengeance.

Alv.
Fruitless Design,
Is she not Compass'd Round with Faithful Friends.
Nay think, should you Proclaim your Injuries
And he disowns the Charge, who wou'd believe?
Who would you bring to listen to the Story,
And Judge it other then the Effects of Phrensie.
Few favour helpless Innocence.

Mar.
Most true,
Oh ready Mischief, thou art quick of thought,
(Aside
My beating Heart begins to Calm apace,
I am a Woman, a much injur'd Woman,
But I will Learn to bear my load of Woe.
Shall I not see him more, is that Deny'd?

Alv.
'Tis what I wish'd to hear, now Venus aid me,
(Aside.
It was his own request that you wou'd see him,
The important Blessing which he bad me sue for.
Stern Julianus has most Rashly Sworn.
Sure Death to all who this Night leave the Camp,
Yet your Antonio will not Fear to Come:
He'll Steal through dreadfullest Shades to those lov'd Arms,
Soon as 'tis Dark, Expect him here.

Mar.
'Tis well,
Which way gain'd you admittance to this Place?
The Governour Lothario is my Friend,
By his unquestion'd Power, since you permit,
Antonio too may pass, but in Disguise,
For if he speaks, or if a look be known
'Tis Certain Fate, the General is fix'd.
Behind this Lodging there's a dark Alcove,
And thither I'll Convey him, hold my Heart:
Perhaps I yet may bring him back to Vertue
For Marrying Twice, my Lord, to me appears
With all the horrors of Presumption, Sin.
Sure 'tis affronting Heaven, whose sacred fears
Are thus profan'd to aid their vile Designs.

Alv.
Now you think Calmly.

Mar.
Oh I have Consider'd,
Passion is Madness, and am well at Peace.
What Hour will Lord Antonio design to come,
And bless his Widdowed Slave.

Alv.
At Ten Exactly.

Mar.
Here he shall find me, ready to receive him;
And er'e the Ruddy streaks of Day appear,
Oh Alvarez, thou shalt confess my Power,
And own, no Doting, no deluded Woman,
E're parted with the charming Man she Lov'd,
The dearest only object of her Wishes
With half that ease as I, no more, good Night,

Alv.
Good Night, and may you be for ever Blest.
Exit Mar.
Jaquez come forward.

Enter Jaquez.
Jaq.
Have you succeeded.

Alv.
Beyond my hopes, Invention now I thank thee,
There was no other way but this to gain her,
Had I not Wound her up to Jealousie,
Her Lofty piercing sense, quick at Inquiry,
Had found me out and baffled my Attempt,
Now she her self Conducts me to my Bliss.
Oh Love be kind, and give me once Possession,
The Consequence I leave to Hell or Fate.

Jaq.
This busie Night will favour Thefts of Love,
None are at Leisure to observe the Amorous.
Both Court and Camp are all in loud Confusion
The King by Theomantius is proclaim'd
A Tyrant and a Brutal Ravisher,
The Croud as ever wont, embrace Rebellion;
And vow Revenge, the General Raves in Vain.

Alv.
No Matter, Let Destruction Rage and Reign;
Even in the midst of Ruin I'll Possess:
And if it must be so, then Perish Pleas'd.

Jaq.
See the King and Court.

Alv.
Let us avoid them;
And do thou hast and get me some disguise;
Oh lovely Margaretta bless my Hopes,
Kindly receive, then and forgive the Villain
Thy Eyes have made, till I their Beauties saw,
I never swerv'd from Honours rigid Law.

(Exeunt
Enter King, Clothario and Guards.
King.
Hopest thou to Live, unthinking Lump of Negligence,
That durst be Careless of the Charge I gave?
Coud'st thou not Guard a Woman from Escape?
A Man had look'd thy Coward Soul to fear,
Jacincta had not Courage to outbrave thee;
That Angelorm.

Clo.
If your Majesty.

King.
Forbear thy vile Excuse, nothing shall save thee.
Brings not her Flight inevtable Ruin.
By this the haughty General Rages High,
And well I know to expect the black event.
Had the wrong'd Fair remain'd with in our Power
I might have found some soft auspicious Moments,
To have sooth'd her Injuries and fix'd my Joys.
But thou, ill-fated Wretch, hast blasted all.

Enter Lodovicus.
Lod.
Oh Royal Sir!

King.
Why is thy Pale disorder!
Express thy self as it becomes a Man.

Lod.
Theomantius is revolted.

King.
Thou Dream'st his Dead.

Lod.
He lives, and heads the Vanquish'd Moors against you,
And brings them on even to your Palace Gates
Aloud he does Proclaim Jacincta's Rape,
And by his manly Rage and moving Grief,
He augments the Fury of the kindling Soldiers:
The Storms at Hand.

King.
Living, and joyn'd the Moors!
Then Shame and sure Destruction comes a pace
And Julianus, he foments the Uproar,
And stands the formost in this Curst Rebellion;
Old venerable Traytor.

Lod.
You wrong him much.
Tho' injur'd most, he only scorns the Name.
Ore whelm'd with Grief, he runs amidst the Croud;
Commands, Exhorts, Conjures, but all in Vain:
Tears off his Hoary Hair, and sues with Tears;
His wondrous Virtue moves the Sons of War,
But against his Will, he moves them to Revenge.

King.
By Heaven the Slave is Eloquent on Ruin.
Well, if my setting Hour be fix'd above
In vain I struggle for a longer Date:
Why are we flatter'd with a Mimick sway,
Why made to think whole Armies wait our Nod;
In them our Strength, and not our safety lies,
This glaring Ill sets my past Faults in view,
But I'll disdain to own I've done amiss,
Resolv'd I'll be my self, and brave my Fate.

Clo.
Wou'd I had Courage too, we all shall want it.

King.
Guard well the Avenues that lead to the Castle,
My self will sally forth and face this Tempest.
The Moon is Rising, and will Guide my Arms,
Who knows what Fortune may attend my Steps
The Face of Majesty may awe the Slaves,
And Teach those Daring Wretches, Born our Subjects,
To know their Duty, and Return to Mercy,
And force the Conquer'd Moors to Reassume
The Slavery this Morning Sun impos'd.
All that have Hearts follow me.

Clo.
'Twas your Command that I shou'd Guard the Castle.

King.
See that thou dost it well, thy Fates deferr'd
Come on, your King Commands, and Country pleads
Spain is no more, the Hour that Roderick bleeds.

Exeunt.
Enter Alvarez disguis'd.
Alv.
'Tis Dark as my own Thoughts, this is the Hour
And this the Place where Margaretta meets me.
Oh Expectation, thou uneasy Blessings
Thou Fuel to desire, thou Restless Doubt,
Thou Painful Rack to every eager Wish,
Thou heavenly Prospect in the Dawn of Love?
Ha! What Noise is that? be still my Heart,
Nor swell, nor beat before thy time.

Enter Margaretta.
Mar.
He's Come.
I Hear the Traytors Voice in distant Accents.
So soon arriv'd—Antonio.

Alv.
Softly, The same.

Mar.
Lend me your Hand that I may Lead you in.

Alv.
'Tis here, my Life.

Mar.
Oh! you are strangely Welcome,
(Leads him in and re-enters with a Light and Dagger
We'll find a Lone recess shall well Express it.

Mar.
Already he's disarm'd and laid to rest!
Now for my Purpose, to perform a Deed
Which but to think some Fleeting Hours since,
Had turn'd me to a Statue. Wondrous Change!
This Taper when the direful Blow is given
Shall Light him to behold this trembling Murderess,
Pale with my Wrongs and Ghastly with Revenge,
I'll Fright his Guilty Soul to late Repentance,
And force him, dying, to Confess my Justice,
Then sickly light shroud thy Faint Beams for ever,
Let Darkness and Oblivion wrap me Round:
Tho' much I fear my Blood will prove too Vile
To Wash the Stain of my Polluted Hands,
Puer or impure the Purple Tide shall Flow,
How ill this Dagger suits my Coward Mind:
And whither wou'd my Impetuous Rage direct it;
To my Antonio's Heart, Oh! alter'd Love,
Why Name I Love, is he not basely false
Will not the Babe that Trembles in my Womb
Bear all it's Mothers Shame, and Curse it's Birth,
But that in Pity I'll prevent its being,
And save its little Head from pointed Woe.
Antonio Dies, and I pursue his Shade
And Justifie the Stroak to Worlds above.
Yet stay, a Moment longer let me Pause;
It cannot be, 'tis Madness to Imagin;
Can I consent to Murder my own Soul,
For such Antonio was. Oh! fatal Sound.
He was, but is no more, to me he's lost,
Married again, another Claims his Truth.
Now swift Confusion on the adultrous Villain
The Rage of Injur'd Women Fire my Breast,
And all the strength of Perjur'd Man assist me.
He Dies!

Enter Antonio.
Ant.
What do I see! Impossible
My beauteous Love prepar'd for Midnight Murder.
Is it the King! look up my Margaretta,
Thy Husbands Come to Guard thee,

Mar.
Oh!

(She drops the Dagger.
Ant.
What ails my Love? my ever gentle Goddess
Why art thou thus?

Mar.
From whence art thou?
And by what Magick art, standest thou before me
To Wound my Wretched Eyes?

Ant.
Oh! answer me,
Why wer't thou Arm'd like a destroying thus.
And why that Tragick sound pronounc'd, he dies?
Who is thy Enemy?

Mar.
Oh needless Question!
One whom of all Mankind I least mistrusted,
One who has Whisper'd thro' these Credelious Ears
Words so soft they Trembled in the Utterance.
One whose looks wou'd Charm the Nicest Virgins
Kindle soft Wishes in a Vestals Soul,
And Fire the Heart wrapt Round with Chilling Ice,
But he is false. perfidious, and forsworn,
And I Resolv'd to Kill him.

Ant.
What means my Fair.
Hast thou a Friend so dear and I not know him?
It cannot be.

Mar.
Poor Evader,
Look and observe me well, then Cure thy self.
To what a fatal precipice of Woe,
To what a Dismal prospect of Despair
Hast thou and thy ungenerous dealings brought me
My Nature Meek and Innocent as Doves,
Work't up by Wrongs was hurrying on to Murder
Oh how the Terrible Reflection Shocks me!
No, I'll no more attempt a Crime so horrid,
But Live Antonio, Live and Boast thy Perjuries,
But bear thee far away from my upbraidings,
Nor ever meet my Injur'd Eyes again.
Farewel Deceiver.

(Going.
Ant.
Stay, I Conjure you stay,
By all those Marriage Joys we have possest;
By my unalter'd Truth, my deathless Flame
Oh stay and solve this most unwelcome Riddle.
Resolve me why thou Greetest me in this Manner:
When stealing from the Inrag'd, tumultuous Camp
In search of thee, where Peace and sweet Delight
Where us'd to fix their Gentle Habitation,
But thou art alter'd quite, unkind and cruel,
To meet me after all my Painful toils
With Horror and Despair.

Mar.
Have I not Cause?

Ant.
By Heaven no, thou hast no Cause to Chide.
If to be made the Idol of my Thoughts,
The Constant Object of my longing Wishes,
The Tender busness of my doating Life,
If these be cause of Hate then I am Guilty.

Mar.
Yet poorly you cou'd quit me for another.

Ant.
Quit thee. not the World's extended Empire
Shou'd Bribe me once to think of any other.

Mar.
Have you not married Delia, Quickly fly
That Name again will wake my drousy rage.

Ant.
What Villain has traduc'd my Honour.
By all that's good, by thy Bright self I Swear
I never saw the Lady, so Innocent
I've not the bare Idea of her Form.

Mar.
Can this be Truth? or is it possible
That honest Look shou'd ere disguise a Falshood,
Did not you come this Night like an Adulterer?
And was not I as a Mistress to Receive you?
Denying to the World our Marriage Rites,
But I too Conscious of Pursuing Shame
Resolv'd thy Death, nor meant I to survive
But to have told the Story and have follow'd.

Ant.
Unthought of Treachery! Oh Margaretta!
Cou'dst thou so easily believe me Guilty,
It was not well my Love!

Mar.
Oh Antonio!
Were I now Convinc'd that thou wert True,
My Arms wou'd rivet thee to my beating Heart;
And I shou'd Die with the Excess of Joy:
But tell me quickly why thou didst Return?
Did I not Lead thee into yon' Apartment!
Where I design'd,
What wou'd have sunk me to the lowest Hell.
But tell me, did I not some Moments since
Conduct thee thither.

Ant.
No, by Eternal Truth.
I with much Hazard just this Minuot found thee,
And came to bear thee from Wars raging Tumult
To friendly Refuge where thou mightst be safe.

Mar.
What can this mean? or what shall I believe?
I only will believe in my Antonio,
I'll trust his charming Words and Banish Fear,
Oh let me hold thee!

Ant.
My Wife, my dearest Blessing
Who is it has Impos'd upon thy Love?
Some lurking Villian, some designing Traytor
Whom my Sword shall find.

(Is going
Enter Alvarez.
Alv.
I have ore heard
And Come prepar'd to meet your threatning Justice.

Both.
Alvarez.

Alv.
Yes Alvarez, who lov'd thee Fair one,
And being defeated will not Die alone,
What! ho, Guards here, Treason, Murder, Treason.

Enter Guards, Clothario pushing them forward, Jaquez following at a distance.
Clo.
Make way, that I may follow.

Alv.
My Lord Clothario, such Discoveries,
Such Plots against your Royal Master's Life,
My Heart bleeds at the hated Repetition;
This is Antonio, Nephew to the General,
Disguis'd, and waiting here to kill the King,
And revenge Jacincta's Rape.

Mar.
Ye sacred Powers!
Is poor Jacincta ruin'd, who then will wonder,
To know we fell a guiltless Prey to Villany.

Ant.
Vile Wretch, what hast thou meant by all these Forgeries?
Why do I ask? the meaning is too plain
Inimitable Slave.

Clo.
Speak Alvarez,
Concerning these Assassins, these bold Traytors.

Alv.
See there my Lord the murderous Dagger lies,
Which had not my auspicious Care prevented,
E're this, had reek'd with Royal Blood.

Clo.
Curst Treason!
Seize, and to deepest Dungeons bear them both,
With eating Fetters bind their supple Limbs,
And load them to the Earth.

Ant.
Yet hear me speak;
For Death and Desolation are abroad,
The Tardy Vengeance is at last awake,
And Tyranny must fall, pursue thy Madness,
And blindly bind the Hands that shou'd preserve thee;
Yet be a Man, and spare that Innocence.
Fright not her tender Nature with rude Chains;
See that Arch Fiend looks with relenting Eyes,
And but for Shame wou'd ask her Liberty.
Hast thou no Mercy?

Mar.
Bind me, Bind me quick;
Antonio's only mine and I am blest,
On dreadful Racks, extend my shaking Limbs,
My Soul shall be unmov'd now he is true,
To darkest Dungeons bear me see I'm ready,
Upon the Floor I'll kneel, and on my bosome
With softest Words, I'll Lull his piercing Sorrows:
Oh! 'tis impossible to be unhappy,
Thus thus to Die together.

Alv.
Together, what the Traytor, and the Traytoress,
Part them I charge you, it concerns your Safety,
Whilest they are plotting, Roderiquez is in Danger.

Clo.
And with him all his Friends, to several Dungeons force them.

Alv.
Distant as possible.

Ant.
Most abject Villain,
But wait thy just reward, thou canst not miss it;
I scorn to wast another breath upon thee,
My ever charming Love, submit to Hate,
And bear these Sufferings with Heroick Mind:
Be sure there is a Providence can save us;
Then Hope the best, and know I live in thee.

Mar.
Be thou but comforted and I am Calm,
Such joy dwells in thy constant Innocence,
That Grief can find no Entrance to my Heart,
The World shall own the Almighty Power of Love,
That can exert a Woman to sustain,
What boasting Stoicks wou'd have sunk beneath
Another tender look, and then farewel.

Ant.
Ye juster Powers Protect my lovely Wife,
Soften her Jaylors with Humanity,
And heap on me a double share of Woe,
For thy dear sake I can endure, farewel.

Clo.
Keep a strict Guard, the King shall know this Matter.

Jaq.
In what a Gulph of black unfathom'd Ruin
[Exit. Ant.
Has my Lord plung'd himself.

Mar. led off by the Guards with Clothario.
Alv.
Unthinking Jaquez,
On this thou fear'st, I build my happiness,
Since my desir'd end is Margaretta;
Obtaining her, I am compleatly Happy;
With ease, I may prevail on dull Clothario,
To quit his Charge, and let me be her keeper:
This fain'd discovery has fix'd him mine;
Then with unbounded Power I'll grasp my Prey,
Enjoy and satiate every eager wish,
And in one Act tast the united pleasure
Of Love and towering Pride, by Heaven I'm pleas'd
To get the better of contending Vertue,
And by my well contriv'd successful Arts,
Blast all the Dazling Glory's of Antonio.

Jac.
Whilst Love is all your care, Fate has been busy,
Slaughter this Night has fed her hungry jaws,
And quench'd her thirst with streams of Spanish Blood,
The Affrick Captives have reveng'd their bonds
And Sacrific'd a Life to every Ghost,
That fell this Morning from their Lighter seat,
With hostile feet they trample round the Court,
And only pass by this remotest Corner,
Ha, that shout directs this way.

(Shout.
Alv.
Scanty—niggard fortune,
Why am I circled in so small a point?
Why thus confin'd to such a narraw space?
This hour must be mine, or all's unrevell'd?
Ha, again, 'tis time to fly the Storm.
(Shoots again.
In this Confusion I may well believe,
They small distinction make 'twixt Friend and Foe,
And I'm not yet at leisure to be kill'd.

Exeunt.
Enter Theomantius, Mullymumen Officers.
Theo.
Couragious Moor, thy Sword has fought with Edge,
Now Justice and Revenge both lead thee on,
Twice at the Impious head of Roderique
I rais'd the shining Steel, and twice drew back
Conscious it was my King, I durst not strike,
But left him to his Fate, and sought the herd
Making wild havok 'mid'st his guilty Tanders,
Say my ally is the loath'd Tyrant fallen,
And is the Noble Julianus safe.
For much incens'd, he fled from my intreaties
And smote the Guards I sent to follow him,
Say does he live.

Mull.
The King my self took Prisoner,
Which when the stormy Julianus saw,
He curst his fruitless rage, the turns of Chance
And fondly beg'd to share his Master's Bonds,
I soon comply'd,
'Twill teach him to repent his thoughtless vertue,
And give us time to slay.

Theo.
Forbid you Powers,
That awfull man, that hoary Piety,
Shou'd know one hours bondage, tho' he sought it:
Send, quickly send, and beg him to be free,
I'd fly to his Release, but well I know
His aged Cheeks wou'd glow with angry blushes,
To, be behold a Prisoner.

Mull.
You are too blame
'Tis for the common safety most convenient.

Theo.
Urge me not Warrier,
I'm not us'd to dispute where I Command,
Nor shall I now.

Mull.
Small Power you boast o're me.

Theo.
Be wise, and cancel not the Good thou hast done.
Do not destroy the Gratitude I mean thee,
Thou hast been brave, and I'le reward thy Valour,
Thou to thy Native Affrick shall return,
With half the Wealth of ever Plenteous Spain,
Each Soldier shall have worthy satisfaction.

Mull.
Ha, was my Sword employ'd like a base Hireling
Us'd in necessity and then discharg'd,
I tell thee Prince not half the Wealth you speak of,
Nor half the Kingdom shall suffice my Ambition;
Know, tho' too late, I sought not on thy side,
For what had I to do with Spanish broils,
But as they serv'd the ends for which I came,
Which now I've Gain'd.

Theo.
Be warn'd nor tempt thy Fate,
Tho' my Revenge has led me far, yet know,
Thou shall not boast one Inch of Spanish Ground,
But what thou dearly Buy at with Affrick Blood.

Mull.
Forbear thy Idle Vaunts, Mistaken Prince,
I now have learn'd your subtle Art of War,
And neither want thy Aid nor fear thy Arms,
Spain shall be all my own.

Theo.
Ungrateful Moore,
Canst thou so soon forget thou wert my Prisoner.

Mull.
No, I remember and I hate thee for it,
But for that Chance I might have been thy Friend,
Now I profess my self thy deadliest Foe,
And when you trusted me your Fate was angry,
And doom'd you to destruction.

Theo.
Yet I am Calm.

Mul.
Because thou dar'st not Rage,
'Twere bootless to contend with strength like mine,
Vain Prince, you meant me for a tool of War.
Short-sighted in the Depth of Polititians,
As such I have us'd thee, nor canst thou blame me,
Spain and Jacincta, now shall be my care.

Theo.
Ha, my Jacincta, what will Fate do with me
Monster, thou canst not mean so black a thought;
Thinks thou perfidious Fiend, Hell's gloomy Agent,
Spain has forgot to fight, or Moors to fly,
That thus thou dar'st betray thy horrid purpose,
But Vengeance waits thee.

Mul.
Swell on proud Enemy,
And raise thy boiling Indignation high,
To Urge thee to the last Extreams of Passion;
I am thy Rival, by thy sullen Stars,
Chose out to finish thy unhappy Fate;
I saw the Ravish'd Fair, when seeking thee,
She fearless rang'd the Bloody maze of Horror;
Calling in vain on Cruel Theomantius
The Moon shone fierce to Gaze upon her Beauties,
And lent her willing light to aid my view;
New kindling Fires glow'd within my breast,
I snatch'd her from the Dangers of the Night,
And sent her to her Father, well resolv'd,
When next we meet, to Claim her as my due,
For such she is.

Theo.
Cease, Prophaner Cease,
Nor Name Jacincta any more I charge thee,
Base as thou art, restrain thy unhallowed Tongue,
Nor with polluted Breath sully her whiteness.
But draw, and meet my Anger as thou oughtest,
My Love and Honour both require thy Life,
And one of us must fall, 'tis so Decreed.
Ungrateful, Treacherous, Barbarian Prince,
Thus to reward who gave thee Liberty,
And ill us'd Power.

Mul.
I Laugh at thy vain Fury,
Nor canst thou fright me from Jacincta's Arms,
I Love and will possess.

Theo.
By Heaven 'tis false,
Empty as Air and vain as Childrens Dreams,
Are thy Ambitious hopes, thou talking Coward.

Mul.
Coward.

Theo.
What less, thou seest my ready Sword,
Yet thine is sheath'd.

Mul.
I will not please thy Vanity,
Nor set vast Kingdoms like a Common Stake,
To be determin'd by a single Combate,
But to the Field again I brave thee Prince,
Thus let thy Soldiers try another Battle,
And if they dare, make good thy haughty Threats,
I shall expect thee.

Theo.
Villain doubly stampt.
Yes, fear not, I will meet thee to thy Cost,
Spain's drooping Genious shall again arise,
And aid the Noble Justice of my Cause,
Soon as my faithful Legions shall hear this,
They'll blast thy thoughts of Empire and of Love,
Defeat thy Curst Ambition, give thee up.
A Sacrifice to glut my fierce Revenge.
Oh my Jacincta, I refus'd to see thee
Before I had reveng'd thy Injuries.
I fear I have been too blame, but I am coming
To obtain my Pardon, or at thy Feet Expire.
Where is Antonio, I have miss'd him long,
He fought not by my side as I expected,
Where the good Old Governour expir'd.
Oh Impious War! Oh fatal ill tim'd Treason!
I am involv'd, and now must wade thro' all.
Moore I defy thee, if the Powers are just,
They'll throw thee back to what thou merit'st most,
Dungeons and Chains rewards for Treachery.

Mul.
Poor shallow Christian, thoughtless of thy danger,
I tell thee Youth, their lurks around thy shoar,
Innumerable Affricans, waiting my summons,
Which had I fallen, they never heard,
But safe return'd to their warm Native Soyle;
Now a wing'd Messenger brings them swift as Wind,
To over-run, and to possess thy Country.

The.
Dauntless I will oppose thy boasted Numbers;
Who Fears not Grisly Death, can Fear no odds.

Mull.
Then let us draw our Squadrons up with Speed,
And try again the Doubtful Chance of Battle,
That thou may'st meet me with the highest Rage;
Remember bright Jacincta is the Conqueror;
Let that alarm thee.

The.
Oh! Doubt is not, away,
And know that Heaven and Hell as soon may joyn,
As such an Angel with a Fiend like thee:
Thus Traytors Learn their Folly, tho' too late,
And in their Soveraigns fall meet their own Fate.

Exeunt.