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Baj. Ye tedious villains! then the work is ( Has ruined those thou shouldst protect at mine!

home; [As BAJAZET runs at SELIMA, with his sword, Whose wars, whose slaughters, whose assassinaenter TAMERLANE, AXALLA,&c. AXALLA

tions, gets betu een BAJAZET and SELIMA, whilst (That basest thirst of blood! that sin of cowards!) TAMERLANE and the rest drite BAJAZET Whose faith, so often given, and always violated, and the Mutes off the Stage.

Have been the offence of Heaven, and plague of Ar. And am I come to save thee? Oh, my

earth

What punishment is equal to thy crimes ! Be this the whitest hour of all my life!

The doom, thy rage designed for me, be thine: This one success is more than all my wars, Closed in a cage, like some destructive beast, The noblest, dearest glory of my sword.

I'll have thee borne about, in public view, Sel. Alas, Axalla! Death has been around me; A great example of that righteous vengeance, My coward soul still trembles at the fright, That waits on cruelty, and pride, like thine. And seems but half secure, even in thy arms. Baj. It is beneath me to decline my fate; Ar. Retire, my fair, and let me guard thee I stand prepar'd to meet thy utmost hate. forth:

Yet think not I will long thy triumph see : Blood and tumultuous slaughter are about us, None want the means, when the soul dares be And danger, in her ugliest forms, is here;

free. Nor will the pleasure of my heart be full, I'll curse thee with my last, my parting breath, Till all my fears are ended in thy safety. And keep the courage of my life, in death; (Exeunt AXALLA and SeLIMA. Then boldly venture on that world unknown:

It cannot use me worse than this has done. Enter TAMERLANE, the Prince of Tanais, ZA

(Erit BAJAZET, guardid. MA, MIRVAN, and Soldiers; with BAJAZET,

Tam. Behold the vain effects of earth-born OMAR, and the Dervise, prisoners.

pride, Tum. Mercy at length gives up her peaceful That scorn’d Heaven's laws, and all its power sceptre,

defied! And justice sternly takes her turn to govern; That could the hand, which formed it first, for'Tis a rank world, and asks her keenest sword,

get, To cut up villany of monstrous growth.

And fondly say, I made myself be great! Zama, take care, that with the earliest dawn, But justly those above assert their sway, Those traitors meet the fate their treason merits. And teach even kings what homage they should (Pointing to OMAR and the Dervise.

pay, For thee, thou tyrant! [To BAJ.) whose oppres- Who then rule best, when mindful to obey. sive violence

(Ereunt omat

EPILOGUE.

Too well we saw what must have been our fate, When cheerful theatres with crowds were grac'd; When harmony with beauty join'd, of late, But those good days of poetry are past; Threaten’d the ruins of our sinking state;

Now sour reformers in an empty pit, Till you, from whom our being we receive, With table-books, as at a lecture, sit, In pity bid your own creation live;

To take notes, and give evidence 'gainst wit. With moving sounds you kindly drew the fair, Those who were once our friends, employ'd And fix’d, once more, that shining circle here:

elsewhere, The lyre you bring is half Apollo's praise ; Are busy now in settling peace and war: Be ours the task to win and wear his bays. With careful brows at Tom's and Wills they Thin houses were before so frequent to us,

meet, We wanted not a project to undo us ;

And ask who did elections lose or getWe seldom saw your honours, but by chance, Our friend has lost-Faith I am sorry for't, As some folks meet their friends of Spain or He's a good man, and ne'er was for the court; France :

He to no government will sue for grace, 'Twas verse decay'd, or politics improv'd, By want of merit safe against a place, That had estrang'd you thus from what you By spite a patriot made, and sworn toppose lov’d.

All who are uppermost, as England's foes: Time was when busy faces were a jest,

Let Whig or Tory, any side prevail, When wit and pleasure were in most request; Still 'tis his constant privilege to rail.

Another, that the tax and war may cease, Talks of the duke of Anjou's right and peace, And, from Spain's wise example, is for taking A viceroy of the mighty monarch's making; Who should all rights and liberties maintain, And English laws by learn'd dragoons explain

Come, leave these politics, and follow wit;

There, uncontroll’d, you may in judgment sit;
We'll never differ with a crowded pit:
We'll take you all, ev'n on your own conditions,
Think

you great men, and wondrous politicians; And if you slight the offers which we make you, No Brentford princes will for statesmen take

you.

2 N

VOL. I.

THE

FAIR PENITENT.

BY

ROWE.

PROLOGUE.

Long has the fate of kings and empires been As hardly as ambition does the great;
The common bus'ness of the tragic scene, See how succeeding passions rage by turns,
As if misfortune made the throne his seat, How fierce the youth with joy and rapture burns,
And none could be unhappy but the great. And how to death, for beauty lost, he mourns.
Dearly, 'tis true, each buys the crown he wears, Let no nice taste the poet's art arraign,
And many are the mighty monarch's cares : If some frail vicious characters he feign:
By foreign foes and home-bred factions prest, Who writes, should still let nature be his care,
Few are the joys he knows, and short his hours Mix shades with lights, and not paint all things
of rest.

fair; Stories like these with wonder we may hear; But shew you men and women as they are. But far remote, and in a higher sphere,

With def'rence to the fair, he bade me say, We ne'er can pity what we ne'er can share: Few to perfection ever found the way: Like distant battles of the Pole and Swede, Many in many parts are known t’excel, Which frugal citizens o'er coffee read,

But 'twere too hard for one to act all well; Careless for who should fall or who succeed. Whom justly life would through each scene Therefore an humble theme our author chose;

commend, A melancholy tale of private woes :

The maid, the wife, the mistress, and the friend: No princes here lost royalty bemoar,

This age, 'tis true, has one great instance seen, But you shall meet with sorrows like your own: And Heav'n in justice made that one a queen. Here see imperious love his vassals treat

DRAMATIS PERSONÆ.

MEN.
SCIOLTO, a nobleman of Genoa.
ALTAMONT, a young lord, the husband of Ca-

lista,
HORATIO, his friend.
LOTHARIO, a young lord, and enemy to Al-

tamont.

Rossano, his friend.

WOMEN.
CALISTA, daughter to Sciolto.
LAVINIA, sister to Altamont, and wife to

Horatio.
LUCILLA, confidant to Calista.

SCENE,—Sciolto's palace and garden, with some part of the street near it, in Genoa.

ACT I.

My eager

(Foe to thy house, and rival of their greatness) SCENE I.-A Garden.

By sentence of the cruel law forbid
Enter ALTAMONT and HORÅTIO.

His venerable corpse to rest in earth,

Thou gav'st thyselt a ransom for his bones; Alt. Let this auspicious day be eyer sacred, With piety uncommon didst give up No mourning, no misfortunes happen on it: Thy hopeful youth to slaves, who ne'er knew Let it be marked for triumphs and rejoicings ;

mercy, Let happy lovers ever make it holy,

Sour, unrelenting, money-loving villains, Choose it to bless their hopes, and crown their Who laugh at human nature and forgiveness, wishes,

And are, like fiends, the factors of destruction. This happy day, that gives me my Calista! Heaven, who beheld the pious act, approved it, Hor. Yes, Altamont; to-day thy better stars

And bade Sciolto's bounty be its proxy, Are join’d to shed their kindest influence on. To bless thy filial virtue with abundance. thee:

All. But see, he comes, the author of my hapSciolto's noble hand, that raised thee first,

piness, Half dead and drooping o'er thy father's grave,

The man who saved my life from deadly sorrow, Completes its bounty, and restores thy name Who bids my days be blest with peace and To that high rank and lustre which it boasted,

plenty, Before ungrateful Genoa had forgot

And satisfies my soul with love and beauty!
The merit of thy god-like father's arms;
Before that country, which he long had serv'd,

Enter SCIOLTO; he runs to ALTAMONT, and In watchful councils, and in winter camps,

embraces him. Had cast off his white age to want and wretch- Sci. Joy to thêe, Altamont! Joy to myself! edness,

Joy to this happy morn that makes thee mine; And made their court to faction by his ruin. That kindly grants what nature had denied me, Alt. Oh, great Sciolto! Oh, my more than And makes me father of a son like thee! father!

Alt. My father! Oh, let me umlade my breast, Let me not live, but at thy very name,

Pour out the fulness of my soul before you; heart springs up, and leaps with joy. Shew every tender, every grateful thought, When I forget the vast, vast debt I owe thee- This wondrous goodness stirs. But 'tis imposForget! (but 'tis impossible) then let me

sible, Forget the use and privilege of reason,

And utterance all is vile; since I can only Be driven from the commerce of mankind, Swear you reign here, but never tell how much. To wander in the desert among brutes,

Sci. It is enough; I know thee, thou art hoTo bear the various fury of the seasons,

nest; The night's unwholesome dew, and noon-day's Goodness innate, and worth hereditary, heat,

Are in thy mind; thy noble father's virtues To be the scorn of earth, and curse of heaven! Spring freshly forth, and blossom in thy youth. Hor. So open, so unbounded was his good- Alt. Thus Heaven from nothing raised his ness,

fair creation, It reached even me, because I was thy friend. And then, with wondrous joy, beheld its beauty, When that great man I loved, thy noble father, Well pleased to see the excellence he gave. Bequeathed thy gentle sister to my arms,

Sci. O, noble youth! I swear, since first I His last dear pledge and legacy of friendship,

knew thee, That happy tie made me Sciolto's son;

Even from that day of sorrows when I saw thee, He called us his, and, with a parent's fondness, Adorned and lovely in thy filial tears, Indulg d us in his wealth, blessed us with plenty, The mourner and redeemer of thy father, Healed all our cares, and sweetened love itself. I set thee down, and sealed thee for my own: Alt. By Heaven, he found my fortunes so Thou art my son, even near me as Calista. abandoned,

Horatio and Lavinia too are mine; That nothing but a iniracle could raise them:

(Embraces HORATIC. My father's bounty, and the state's ingratitude, All are my children, and shall share iny heart. Had stripp'd him. bare, nor left him even a grave. But wherefore waste we thus this happy day? Undone myself, and sinking with his ruin, The laughing minutes summon thee to joy, I had no wealth to bring, nothing to succour And with new pleasures court thee as they pass; · him,

Thy waiting bride even chides thee for delaying, But fruitless tears.

And swears thou com’st not with a bridegroom's Hor. Yet what thou couldst, thou didst,

haste. And didst it like a son; when his hard credi- Alt. Oh! could I hope there was one thought tors,

of Altamont, Urged and assisted by Lothario's father, One kind remembrance in Calista's breast,

The winds, with all their wings, would be too And stars alone shone conscious of the theft, slow

Hot with the Toscan grape, and high in blood, To bear me to her feet. For oh, my father! Haply I stole unheeded to her chamber, Amidst the stream of joy that bears me on, Ros. That minute sure was lucky. Blest as I am, and honoured in your friendship, Loth. Oh, 'twas great! There is one pain that hangs upon my heart. I found the fond, believing, love-sick maid, Sci. What means my son ?

Loose, unattired, warm, tender, full of wishes; Alt. When, at your intercession,

Fierceness and pride, the guardians of her hoLast night Calista yielded to my happiness,

nour, Just ere we parted, as I sealed my vows

Were charmed to rest, and love alone was maWith rapture on her lips, I found her cold,

king. *As a dead lover's statue on his tomb;

Within her rising bosom all was calm, A rising storm of passion shook her breast, As peaceful seas that know no storins, and only Her eyes a piteous shower of tears let fall, Are gently lifted up and down by tides. And then she sighed, as if her heart were break- I snatched the glorious golden opportunity, ing.

And with prevailing, youthful ardour pressed her, With all the tenderest eloquence of love, 'Till with short sighs, and murmuring reluctance, I begged to be a sharer in her grief;

The yielding fair one gave me perfect happiness. But she, with looks averse, and eyes that froze Even all the live-long night we passed in bliss, me,

In extacies too fierce to last for ever; Sadly replied, her sorrows were her own, At length the morn and cold indifference came; Nor in a father's power to dispose of.

When, fully sated with the luscious banquet, Sci. Away! it is the cozenage of their sex; I hastily took leave, and left the nymph One of the common arts they practise on us : To think on what was past, and sigh alone. To sigh and weep then when their hearts beat Ros. You saw her soon again? high

Loth. Too soon I saw her: With expectation of the coming joy.

For, Oh! that meeting was not like the former: Thou hast in camps and fighting fields been bred, I found my heart no more beat high with transUnknowing in the subtleness of women.

port, The virgin bride, who swoons with deadly fear, No more I sighed, and languished for enjoyment; To see the end of all her wishes near,

'Twas past, and reason took her turn to reign, When blushing, from the light and public eyes, While every weakness fell before her throne. To the kind covert of the night she flies,

Ros. What of the lady? With equal fires to meet the bridegroom moves, Lolh. With uneasy fondness Melts in his arms, and with a loose she loves. She hung upon me, wept, and sighed, and swore

(Exeunt. She was undone; talked of a priest, and mar

riage; Enter LOTHARIo and Rossano.

Of flying with me from her father's power ; Loth. The father, and the husband !

Called every saint, and blessed angel down, Ros. Let them pass.

To witness for her that she was my wife. They saw us not.

I started at that name. Loth. I care not if they did;

Ros. What answer made you? Ere long I mean to meet them face to face, Loth. None; but pretending sudden pain and And gall them with my triumph o'er Calista.

illness, Ros. You loved her once.

Escaped the persecution. Two nights since, Loth. I liked her, would have married her, By message urged and frequent importunity, But that it pleased her father to refuse me, Again I saw her. Straight with tears and sighs. To make this honourable fool her husband : With swelling breasts, with swooning, with disFor which, if I forget him, may the shame

traction, I mean to brand his name with, stick on mine! With all the subtleties and powerful arts Ros. She, gentle soul, was kinder than her fa- Of wilful wonen, labouring for her purpose, ther?

Again she told the same dull nauseous tale. Loth. She was, and oft in private gave me Unmoved, I begged her spare the ungrateful subhearing;

ject, Till, by long listening to the soothing tale, Since I resolved, that love and peace of mind At length her easy heart was wholly mine. Might flourish long inviolate betwixt us, Ros. I have heard you oft describe her, Never to load it with the marriage chain; haughty, insolent,

That I would still retain her in my heart, And fierce with high disdain: it moves my won- My ever gentle mistress and my friend! der,

But for those other names of wife and husband, That virtue, thus defended, should be yielded They only meant ill-nature, cares, and quarrels

. A prey to loose desires.

Ros. Ilow bore she this reply? Loth. Hear then, I will tell thee:

Loth. Even as the earth, Once in a lone and secret hour of night, When winds pent up, or eating fires beneath, When every eye was closed, and the pale moon Shaking the mass, she labours with destruction.

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