THE False FRIEND, Or, the FATE of DISOBEDIENCE.  
A TRAGEDY: As it is Acted at the New Theatre IN Little Lincolns-Inn-Fields.  
Written by Mrs. PIX.  
LONDON: Printed for Richard Basset, at the Mitre in Fleetstreet, 1699.   

TO THE RIGHT HONOURABLE THE COUNTESS OF BURLINGTON.  
MADAM,  
APPLAUSE, That food of Scribblers, were it mine, would not satisfy my Ambition; nor should I know half the Transports I feel, at the Honour of approaching You. The sublimest fancy, when it paints a Herione; Copy's You but faintly: You have reached the bright Path of Virtue; and there You walk secure. It wovid be equally a pain for You to descend; as it is for the Vicious, to shake off their Mire, and Climb. I speak the Sentiments of the whole World; of all, who are dependant on Your Noble Family; of all, in whatsoever Station; who can boast the Happiness to know my Lady Burlington.  
The past, and the returning Years Count not a Day, but what is blessed, and Crowned with some good Action of Yours: This You would hourly hear from every Joyful Tongue, did not the fear to Offend another Charming Grace (Your Modesty) deter them. That bashful Attendant is so Nice; it scarce dares Whisper to Yourself, how Good You are. I tremble lest I should now Offend; but who can quit this lovely Theme? Such Virtues should for ever be the Poet's Song; the ablest Pens should Tune Your Praise; for mean Conceptions Profane such Worth: This aught to check my Aspiring; and force me silently to Admire, what I cannot Worthily express. Only herein I am emboldened, that, as You have an Infinity of Merit; so You have of Goodness. Under that sweet Umbrage I am safe; that gives me Hopes, You will pardon this Presumption; and permit me, with this Trifle, to offer my Constant Vows, for the Everlasting Prosperity of Your Ladyship; and that great Man, whom You Love most; who most Deserves to be Beloved (Your Lord.) May You both be Blessed in Your Illustrious Race; and long remain the Darlings of Your Friends, and Fate: Whilst I, at humble Distance, beg leave to Subscribe myself,  
Madam, Your Ladyship's Devoted Admirer, and Most Obedient Servant, Mary Pix.   

PROLOGUE.  By Mr. Hodgson. 

AMongst Reformers of this Vicious Age,  
Who think it Duty to Refine the Stage:  
A Woman, to Contribute, does Intent,  
In Hopes a Moral Play your Lives will Mend.  
Matters of State, she'll not pretend to Teach;  
Or Treat of War, or things ahove her Reach:  
Nor Scourge your Folly's, with keen Satyr's Rage;  
But try if good Example will Engage.  
For Precepts oft do fail from Vice to win,  
And Punishments but harden you in Sin.  
Therefore (Male Judges) She prescribes no Rule  
And knows 'tis vain to make Wise Men of Fools.  
Lest all those Wholesome Laws that she can give,  
You'd think too much below you to receive.  
— That part then of the Reformation,  
Which she believes the fittest for her Station;  
Is, to show Man the surest way to Charm:  
And all those Virtues, Women most Adorn..   

First then,— No Beau can e'er Successful prove,  
Narcissus like, who's with himself in Love.  
No wretched Miser must e'er hope to find,  
With Chest's Looked up, a Friend 'mongst Woman kind.  
No Drunkard, Fool, Debauchee, or one that Swears,  
Can Win a Woman, or beguile her Fears;  
But he that's Honest, Generous, and Brave,  
That's Wise and Constant, may his Wishes have.  
But Hold, I'd forgot—  
You must not be Ill-natured and Unkind,  
Moroseness Suits not with their Tender Minds.  
They are all soft, as is the Down of Doves,  
As Innocent and Harmless are their Loves;  
And those Misfortunes which on Men do fall,  
To their False Selves they Chiefly owe 'em all.  
Did Men Reform, all Women would do well:  
In Virtue, as in Beauty they'd Excel.  
But while each strive the other to Betray,  
Both are to Fears and Jealosie a Prey.  
Let not Ill-nature then Reign here to Night,  
Nor think you show most Wit, when most you Spite;  
But Strive the Beauties of the Play to find,  
The Modest Scenes, and Nicest Actions mind,  
Then to your Selves, nnd Authress you'll be kind.    

EPILOGUE.  

THE Author, who the Foregoing Scenes has Writ  
Designed to show you Nature more than Wit;  
Tho', one would think no wonder could be greater,  
Than to see any Forsake our Leader, Nature.  
For She should hold the Lamp, when we Indite,  
And Dictate every Thought and Line we Write  
Nay, all think they have her Presence and her Light.  
When as the Coy Daphne fled from our Apollo,  
Nature flies Poets, and in Vain they Follow.  
This Offspring still is Jilted worse than he,  
Who for a kind soft Nymph, Embraced a Tree;  
Yet why this Vain pursuit of her at last,  
If she flies Poets, you fly her as fast;  
Nay, you are grown so very Ripe for Satire,  
As much as ye each other Love, ye hate her.  
For when did she ere please this Barbarous Age,  
When all things else have taken on the Stage.  
New Bullies, Blustering in Heroic Fustian,  
In your Fermenting Masses, raised Combustion.  
Anon, we hushed your forward Mood with Battles,  
And made our Trumpets, and our Drums your Rattles.  
But Gallants, since you are weary grown of these,  
Let Humane Nature, Humane Creatures please.  
All loose Expressions now are Banished hence,  
Our Senses are only Fraught with Innocence.  
Virtue Arises  
Her Snowy Garment bears a Dazzling white,  
Protect ye Beauties, the grace in which ye all delight,  
And save the Hapless Lovers you have seen to Night.    

Dramatis Personae.  

MEN.  
Mr, Bowman, The Viceroy of Sardinia.  
Mr. Verbruggen, Emilius his Son.  
Mr. Scudamore. Brisac, Alias Don Lopez, a Noble man of France.  
Mr. Thurmond. Lorenza, a Nobleman of Sardinia.  
Mr. Hodgson, Bucarius, a General.  
Mr. Harris, Roderigo, his Friend.   

WOMEN.  
Mrs. Barry, Adellaida, Daughter to the Viceroy.  
Mrs. Bowman, Appamia, a Lady of Quality, brought up by the Viceroy.  
Mrs. Bracegirdle, Lovisa, Sister to Brisac.  
Mrs. Lawson, Zelide, an Indian Slave.  
Mrs. Martin, Amidea.  
Mrs. Howard, Labret.   
Guards, and Attendence.  
SCENE, a HALL..   

THE False FRIEND, Or, the FATE of DISOBEDIENCE.  

ACT I. SCENE I. A Hall.  Enter Emilius, Lovisa, Servants. Emil. 
SAFELY we've reached Sardinia's Shore  
Thou tender, Beauteous kindest Charmer  
For which, Blessed be the Bounteous Powers:  
Blessed be every Auspicious Star!  
But, Oh! What Blessings shall I pour on thee,  
Source of my Days! My Life! My Lovisa!  
On this pleasing Subject my charmed Tongue would forever dwell,  
And wish my Eyes could yet speak more,  
To Express thy wondrous Kindness,  
My Almighty Love!  Lov. 
Oh! My Emilius!  Emil. 
Ha! A Sigh! Thy lovely Eyes shining faintly!  
What means This cruel Alteration!  
Not fiercest Storms, when the Mad Waves  
Danced highest, and, in their surly Sport,  
Tossed us from side to side, moved thee thus!  
No; Thou wert Calm as Innocence: Calm  
As Eastern Groves, and with a Smile would Cry:  
Fear not; I can Die with my Emilius!  
And now we Ride Securely in the Haven,  
What rude Gust dares disturb that Halcyon Bosom,  
Where I have Hoarded all my precious  
Stock of Peace, and built my Rest for eve.  Lov. 
Is it nothing then, to break the strongest Ties;  
Ties which even Barbarians hold most Sacred:  
Forsake Parents, Family, my Native Land:  
Nay worse; leave my Fame at Random:  
For the malicious World to Censure; whose  
Vile Breath scarce spares the brightest Virtue?  
How will it blacken my Errors! Is this  
Not worth a Sigh! No; Emilius he is mine;  
And he outweighs 'em all!  Emil. 
Come to my Heart thou Darling softness  
In thy own Mansion Reign. Oh! What  
Transporting Pleasure's does't thou give,  
The earnest of Love's rich Feast, which I, the Happy  
I, shall now receive.  Lov. 
Alas!  Emil. 
Nay! If thou break'st the Chain, my pleased  
Imagination forms, I shall suspect thy Love;  
For I appeal to Thee, with all my Foes (thy  
Coldest Guards about thee) if, to a Tittle I  
Have not obeyed thy hard Conditions: When  
In France, I snatched thee from thy Destined  
Bridegroom? 'Tis true; we were so close pursued,  
We scarce had time to Tie the Sacred Knot ourselves:  
I just could call thee Wise, my Charming Bride!  
You Enjoined, and I obeyed, tho' my Heart  
Rolled in Fire, I beheld thee like an Anchorite,  
But now the cruel Task is o'er, and I will Seize thee,  
Lock thee in these fond Arms; Warm thee  
With my Sighs; and fill thee with the Fury of my Love.  Lov. 
Hear me Emilius— thou unwillingly  
I wake thee from thy Dreams of Bliss.  
Yet I have Fears, that wrack my Soul!  
And to whom, but thee, should I disclose 'em?  
Therefore I must be heard.  Emil. 
What, would my Angel say? Or why  
Do ye repeat the Injunction to be heard?  
Did I ere fly the Music of thy Tongue,  
Or listen to it, with less respect:  
Than what we pay to Oracles Divine?  Lov. 
You have brought me to Sardinia,  
Where Your Father's Lord— You are his  
Eldest, and his only Hopes— In the Spanish Court,  
He no doubt, has chose some Princess,  
To prop his Name from Sinking, and Bless  
Your Genial Bed: What will then  
Become of me!  Emil. 
My Love!  Lov. 
I have no Witness of my Noble Birth  [Pointing to her Woman. 
But that poor helpless Wretch——  
Nay, should there be Enquiry made,  
My angry Father, for my Disobedience  
May disown me— If they by Threats,  
Or Prayers, Draw you too on their side:  
Then I shall be left Exposed in this  
Inhospitable Isle; perhaps wounded  
With opprobrious Names; Called a  
wandering loose One; a wanton Mistress;  
Save me Emilius, from that Thought—  
Save me quick: It tears my Heart asunder!  Emil. 
Why dost thou Wound me with thy grondless  
Fears— thy most unkind Suspicions?  
Yet, if there's power in Words, thou shalt be  
Satisfied— Hear ye Just Avengers!  
Hear this kneeling Imprecation—  
If e'er my Heart incline to any other Beauty—  
If to the last ruddy drop, that Animates this Frame  
I not protect thee, my dearest Part my Wife—  
If I am not proud to own, and honour thee in All  
Prospirities, or worst Extremities: Let me  
Live the most detested of my Race—  
Hated by all good Men: And Cursed by Heaven!  Lov. 
Hold my Dear Lord!  Emil. 
No! Upon this Theme I will Exceed; and yet  
Not talk too much— Winds bear my Words—  
And Treasure 'em amongst their blewest Plagues,  
And dash 'em back upon this Perjured Head:  
When I, in thought, Forsake her!  Lov. 
No more! I will, I will believe thee!—  
Emilius has said it: And Truth itself  
Will sooner Change than he!  Emil. to a Servant. 
I attend her here—  [Enter a Servant, and whispers Emilius. 
— The Lady (my Blessing to  
Whose Protection I shall Commit thee,  
Till I've wrought my Father to a Consent.  Lov. 
Is she good, and kind, Emilius?  Emil. 
She was my Mother's valued Care; lest  
By her Parents young: Ever bred  
With my Sister, and myself.  
Large are her Possessions in both the Indies and in Spain,  
Yet all Matches she refuses, and in my Father's Court  
Exhausts her vast Revenues, What, ere Requests to him I made,  
By her they were conveyed; by her obtained.— She comes,  
Retire a Moment, whilst I relate the Story of our Loves.  Lov. 
Which should she disapprove—  Emil. 
Impossible, she will be pleased, indeed she will  [Leads her out and returns. 
All shall be well.  Enter Appamia, and Zelide. App. 
Emilius! Could you think our Joys  
For your return would, by Surprise,  
Receive addition: That you gave  
No warning o'the Blessing.  Emil. 
Oh my best Friend; most Excellent,  
Of Women! Friendship was Languid  
Till you received the Sacred Fire, and raised it  
To those Heights, Nature's almighty Master  
First Ordained: Before designing Fraud,  
And little Arts were used!  App. 
On any Theme you speak well, Emilius,  
Tho' I'd hear nothing, but what relates to yourself.  Emil. 
How much I am obliged, it is Impossible  
To say; Yet like honest Debtors, I'd reckon up  
The mighty Sum, ere I run further in the Score.  App. 
Hold, Emilius, I conjure thee hold!  
The pleasure of serving you, Rewards  
My utmost Care.  Emil. 
Oh! You are All Goodness; and her Fears  
Were Vain.  App. [starting.] 
Her! What Her?  Emil. 
Nay Start not, Madam;— To the  
Noble Stock of Friendship I have only added  
A little tender Branch; which Nourished under you  
Shall kindly pay you back with Faith, and Love  
Like mine.  App. 
What can Emilius mean?  Emil. 
In France, it was my Fate to see a Lady,  
Of whose Beauty I shall forbear to speak,  
Because your Eyes will be the Judge— It is  
Enough, to say, she caught my Heart.  
In Everlasting Chains.— In the Gallantry,  
The French Court allows, I found daily means.  
To tell my fair Saint, the Victory her Charms  
Had won; and she at Length, Listened with  
A Relenting Ear; drew me from the Terrors  
Of Despair; for mine was no Common  
wandering Fire, which Time, or Absence, or  
Some other Beauty might have Cured: There  
Was no Medium in the firceness of my Love:  
I must be the most wretched of  
Mankind, or the Happiest.  App. 
Oh Emilius! Were these the Studies  
Thou wert sent to Learn? Is thy  
Father's Care, and my incessant Kindness  
Thus repaid?  Emil. 
Confusion to my Hopes! Appamia Weeps!  
My Friend, and my Protectress Weeps!  
At her Emilius' Joys!  App. 
No!— Pray Sir proceed— Zelede—  
Thy Arm— I am, Sick o'th' sudden!  Emil. 
Madam!—  App. 
Nay, I beseech you Sir, go on— Is  
Your Choice of Noble Birth.  Emil. 
As any France can boast of.  App. 
Why was your Father, than not made  
Acquainted? Why, in that Point alone,  
Were your Letters sent to me? Still silent.  Emil. 
I did design it all; when from Lovisa's Mouth  
I knew my Fate; but, Oh! Just as with  
Downcast Eyes, a blushing Face, trembling Hand,  
Her soft Breath stole through the Rosy Doors  
In broken Accents; Words half kind, and half  
Concealed: Just as my Ravished Heart  
Received the Blessing, and warm Ecstasies  
Took place of Chilling Fears: When  
Every Thought, and every Wish, and  
Every Look was Love:—  App. [aside.] 
Good Heaven! How eagerly he talks!  Emil. 
Even in this perfect State of Bliss,  
Her cruel Father was Bartering my  
Inestimable Fair: Bargained with a  
Neighbouring Lord, for Dirt, and Acres;  
Sold my Goddess like a Common Nothing  
Of the Sex; that World of Beauty, for which  
My aching Heart had paid a faithful Slavery,  
Must be thrown into the fordid Arms of One  
Who Gazed not on her Eyes, but on the Gold!  App. 
Hast to the Issue; you dwell too long  
Upon Description.  Emil. 
In fine, the Marriage Day was Set, but  
I resol'ved upon the Bridegroom's Death,  
Or to receive my own— when my  
Kind dear One, helped by her Confident,  
Escaped; Gave me herself; with the  
Rich Prize I fled; found a good Priest,  
Who made us One; and here as fully  
Trusting you: I've brought her my Virgin  
Bride— Receive her Madam, as the  [Enter Lovisa. 
Heart of your Emilius: For every Injury  
That's offered her, I shall feel it there.  App. 
Like that, she shall be Cherished; and find  
No other Usuage, than the Heart of Emilius.  
From me deserves.  Lov. 
If, Madam, you have never felt Love's Power,  
I from your Prudence must expect severest  
Censures for my Rashness.  App. 
Emilius has a bewitching Tongue  
His Person too, I think may Justify  
A Lady's Fondness.  Emil. 
Your Kindness makes ye Partial— See,  
How I trust That Kindness, when I  
Deliver up to you this Rich Gift of Fate.  Lov. 
You talk, as if you were to leave me long,  
Tell us rather the Method— what's your purpose?  Emil. 
I'll to my Father's Palace, which adjoins, and  
Learn how to proceed; begging my best Friend,  
My dear Appamia this Day, to Conceal my  
Blessing from prying Eyes; from any  
Gazers, but in whom she dares confide,  
At Night I will return.  App. 
Your Sister will prove your Advocate;  
She loves you, and has great Power  
O'er your Father's Will; you ask not,  
After her— But one in Love,  
Like you, must be forgiven, if;  
His Relations, and Friends are all forgot.  Lov. 
Wrong not your Friend, most Charming  
Of your Sex; for many pleasing Hour,  
Have I heard Emilius recount your Virtues,  
And the fair Adellaida's: Nor Madam,  
Look on worthless me, with disdainful Eyes:  
Since I hope not many Leagues from hence,  
I have a Noble Brother.  App. 
In Sardinia?  Lov. 
In the Court of Spain: Count Brisac.  App. 
The Count Brisac.  Lov. 
Do ye know him Madam?  App. 
No; I have heard of him; and slightly  
Saw him, when he met Their Majesty's  
In their last Progress.  Emil. 
I never saw him; but have from Fame,  
A Generous Character; and hope, when  
We do meet, it will be like Brothers.  App. 
No doubt on't; but if I might Advise—  Emil. 
Call it Command.  App. 
You should not too suddenly Declare your Marriage;  
If this Lady can Brook a short Retirement:  
I'll Manage it for the good of both.  Lov. 
Oh! I could live in Caves, or unfrequented Deserts:  
So I now and then, might see Emilius!  App. 
Every Minute, 'tis but a Gallery parts us  
From the Palace; his Duty paid to the Viceroy,  
What hinders but he in few Hours, may return:  
His Familiarity here will be easily Excused.  Emil. 
Blessed be the Breath that leads me on to Bliss;  
The dear Indulgent Guide to what my Heart desires—  
ere a Balmy Slumber has half refreshed  
My Love, I'll fly to wake thee with my Kisses.  Lov. 
Oh! Do not think Sleep, or Rest will close  
These watery Eyes, or ease this Throbbing Heart,  
Till I behold thy Face again!  App. 
Emilius, I am considering farther—  
Suppose you passed this Day Disguised;  
Or to your Sister only made a Discovery;  
Then she, and I might break the Matter  
To my Lord, and hear how he resents it  
ere he knows the bottom.  Emil. 
With all my Heart; that way I shall spare  
The welcomes of Crowding Friends, which  
Would, at this time detain me from my Wishes  
My long Absence, and unexpected Arrival  
Has passed me hitherto unknown.  App. 
Stay not with Adellaida to tell your Story,  
Only learn Intelligence, and leave me to Explain ye.  Emil. 
I will— One look— one Smile, and I am gone.  [to Lovisa. Lov. 
Forgive my Fears!  Emil. 
Which shall be short, as my Return is Swift— From thee  
With heavy Footsteps unwillingly I move  
But I shall fly to meet again my Love.  [Exit. App. 
Zelide, Conduct this Fair Traveller to  
My Alcove. Repose, I am sure, is requisite,  
After your Fatigues.  Lov. 
I will retire; not to Sleep,  
But my dear Emilius, think on thee:  
When our Thoughts please, Solitude's Felicity  [Exit Lovisa, App. 
When our Thoughts please, Solitude's Felicity! Zelide,  
O ye Just Powers! Is this proportioned Right!  
Mu hers Transport; whilst mine, like  
Hurricans, scatter the labouring Brain, that  
Forms 'em, into a Thousand painful Atoms?  
I'll ha' no more on't; but fold my Arms, and  
Fix my Eyes; and stupefy the rolling Torments  
Till I am senseless grown: A Statue,  
Stiff, and Motionless!  Re-enter Zelide. Zel. 
How d'ye, Madam?  App. 
Well; my Eyes are Dry, and Heart is still.  Zel. 
I am glad you bear it so.  App. 
Why, Faithful Creature, why dost weep?  
Have I lost aught? Can I complain?  
It seems, he did not know I loved.  Zel. 
True Madam.  App. 
Oh! Falser, Baser, than his whole  
Dissembling Race— He knew it well,  
And bronght his Minion here, to Brave me  
With his Scorn— I must prepare the Bridal  
Bed; with Leaves of Roses Deck the downy  
Pillows! Oh! Barbarity.  Zel. 
Return it Madam; Disdain, the Disdainer;  
To his Father's Palace; send the Fugitive;  
And think of him no more. Is there.  
A Grandee, even near the Throne, but Courts  
Your Favour? If this ill-placed Love has got too near  
Your Heart, go to the charming Western Climes, and  
Reign a Princess there, as the vast Donation of your  
Parents left ye ye— you mind not Madam, what I say!  App. 
Indeed I do not. Am I ugly, Zelide; very ugly?  Zel. 
Not Michael Angelo could Paint a finer Face.  App. 
Foul, as thy Flattery! Yet I believe thou  
Art faithful; tho' I like it not Expressed this way—  
What could he think my Letters meant; or  
What the Mighty Sums, by me Remitted, to  
Keep their Grandeur up?  Zel. 
He thought not on ye Madam; his  
Eyes were taken up with a fair Fool,  
That never had obliged him.  App. 
Ha!— I begin to wake——  
What was't, but slighted Love, made Medea,  
Prove a Fury? doubtless her Breast was,  
Once as soft, as Fond, as Innocent as mine;  
As free from black Revenge, or Dire Mischiefs—  
Rise ye Furies! Instead of Tresses, Deck me  
With your Curling Snakes!— For  
I will sting 'em all to Death!  Zel. 
Here are hundreds will obey your Orders.  App. 
No; it shall be done without a Noise—  
How quick is Hell Invoked! The  
Seeds of Ruin grow pregnant, the very Moment  
They are Sown!— know'st thou, Zelide,  
That Woman (I hate to Name Lovisa)—.  
He did it with so much Tenderness—  
Know'st thou I say, Brisac's her Brother?  
And know'st thou too, Brisac Don Lopez?  Zel. 
What? That Don Lopez whom Adellaida,  
This Morning Married: I know in part the Story:  
Dear Madam inform me fully.  App. 
Yes. In the late Progress, made with the King  
And Queen, wherein the Duke d' Alberquerque,  
My Uncle, took Adellaida, and myself, to meet  
The Court, there we saw Brisac, Adellaida charmed him;  
I (see how Fate returns it) favoured their Amours,  
And he followed to Sardinia, and was Received as my Relation;  
Don Lopez a Man of Quality, in the West-Indies.  Zel. 
Why might not his pretensions have been  
Allowed as the Lord Brisac?  App. 
Oh! 'tis just the Counter-blow of Fate!  
Neither of the Fiery Youths had power to stay  
The Spanish Grave proceedings; and so  
They're both undone— and what am I!  Zel. 
Happy, and Blessed! Fortune's largest Gifts are yours.  App. 
No, Zelide, No!— Come near, and I will  
Tell thee what a Wretch I am!  
Let thy Eye run o'er all the miserable things  
Thou hast Seen, or Read of: yet let thy Fancy  
Make it worse— See  
Leprous Beggars Prisoners Ten Fathom Deep,  
In New Drained Wells; and Engendering Toads  
With all their bloatted Brood crawling o'er 'em!  Zel. 
Oh Horrid!  App. 
Youth Buried alive in Strength and Vigour;  
Parents by their Rebellious Children Torn;  
Yet all this cannot equal mine.  Zel. 
Strange Disposition of our Fate!—  
The Great; for little Causes, make themselves  
Unfortunate.  App. 
Is it nothing then, to see another Clasp him?  
Oh! I am lost, if I look that way!  Zel. 
Throw Emilius from your thoughts, and you  
Are Happy.  App. 
What after being the loved Image there!  
Since first they took an Image in—  
Forget him— when he Anticipated my  
Earlyest Prayers, and was my Evening Theme,  
My Mid night Wake have Remembered him;  
Made the join to wish his Safety:  
And talked away the Starry Hours, till thou hast,  
Nodding, asked, what I said last— weary with  
Tormenting thee, have flown from my Bed,  
To Trees and Shadows; Breathed his Name there—  
Methought I beheld his goodly Mien, in  
Whispering Boughs heard the soft Accents of  
His Voice— and Died upon the Sound— Oh!  Zel. 
This way, you never will forget him.  App. 
'T was the last Sighs of my Expiring Love;  
And from the Death of that I Rise  
Another Woman— The gentle Cords,  
Twisted by Venus' self, that held my Heart,  
Are Broke; and in their Stead, Nemesis has  
Writ his Fate in Bloody Characters.  Zel. 
In all things I Obey.  App. 
I know thou wilt, without Enjoining.  Zel. 
Command me then.  App. 
Bucarius, our General, (you know) my Lover,  
Hates the Viceroy, and fears the return of brave  
Emilius, Mistrusts the Governor should  
Supplant him in the Court of Spain, purchase  
His Honours for his most deserving Son, this  
Will make him Eager to Cross the Noble Youth  
In his Designs, it shall be so;—  
Warn him hither; He sits my purpose:  
Give Adellaida,  
From me, Notice to speak with Caution, to her Broher,  
And let my Servants be in readiness, should my  
Design fail, in the deep Scheme I have laid,  
I am sure I have my Rival in my Power;  
And if she 'scape, may I be only wretched—  
Observe me Zelide— though I fear we both must fall.  Zel. 
I am Content when you are pleased.  App. 
O Faithful Slave! India alone can breed thy Fellow!  Zel. 
I was a Slave till your goodness raised me  
To your Bosom, which when Death frights me from  
May I be a Slave again!  App. 
If now my Native softness I forego;  
And Plunge myself in everlasting Woe:  
Let none my Black, and Guilty Annals see;  
Or if they do: Charge Love; but pity me.   

ACT II.  Enter the Viceroy, Adellaida, Don Lopez, Lorenza. Vice. 
MY Adellaida! perfect Image of thy Mother,  
Sweet in thy obedience; and of Temper gentle!  
Let not thy careful Father's Precepts be thought  
Only the Effects of peevish Age; and thrown  
From thy Remembrance like those uneasy  
Rules, which unwillingly we hear,  
And ne'er design to practise!  Adel. 
What have I done to merit this Reflection?  
Why am I thought so vile? what mighty  
Error have I in my Conduct shown, to make my  
Noble Father talk thus! to break the Heart  
That's filled with Reverence and Love  
Towards him; Great as his tender Care  
Can in a grateful Breast produce.  Vice. 
I accuse thee not my Child; and indeed I  
Justly cannot: Thy prudent Youth has outdone  
Our Celebrated Matrons, with Joy I have beheld  
Your unaffected Care; and trusting to your  
Discretion, waved the nicer Customs of our Spain,  
And given you Liberty to your utmost wishes.  Adel. 
Do you repent your kindness, Sir?  
Else, why is it mentioned now?  Vice. 
No. Yet I will tell thee, Adellaida  
Foreboding Dreams Torture  
My sick Fancy; my Peace of mind is Shockt  
Most unaccountably— thy Brother Emilius,  
The other half of my divided-Heart,  
And thee are the only Treasures Fate can  
Wound me in, for I have learned  
So much Philosophy, to quit Honour, and  
Wealth freely, as I would my Garments,  
When my wearied-Body longs for rest.  Adel. 
Our last Letters left my dearest Brother in perfect Health.  Vice. 
True; they did so—  
Yet be Cautious my beloved be Cautions let thy Father's fears  
Set thy prudence on the Watch. Hark!  [Horn Winds without. 
The Huntsman calls—  
I'll try in Sports to drive this Melancholy  
Apprehensions off— my Adellaida, Farewell.  Adel. 
Much Diversion wait on your Highness.  Don Lopez aside to Adel. 
My Life! Stay but a Moment here:  
I'll instantly return,  [Exit. Adel. 
I will— Amida, come hither—  
The rest retire— Didst thou not  [Exeunt Women. 
Tremble at my Father's Speeches?  Ami. 
Indeed I was surprised.  Adel. 
Oh! He's Divinely good; and the just Powers  
Will Reveal my Disobedience; or punish it  
With some unforeseen Misfortune—  
To boast of Filial Duty, yet break it in  
The Highest point— To give myself away,  
Without this Dear Indulgent Father's knowledge—  
Horrid Impiety! Unpardonable Crime!  Ami. 
See the Loved Cause; and Cease your vain Lament.  Re-enter Brisac. Adel. 
Oh! my Brisac! Why have we been so rash?  
Why did we not stay for the Paternal Blessing?  
Which would have removed this Cloud  
Of Sorrows, that sink all hopes of Dawning Comfort.  Bris. 
Not Comfort! to me the Hours come Fraught  
With Bliss! the very Sound that thou art mine!  
That Adellaida's my Bride would Cheer me  
In a Dungeon! Oh thou Beauteous  
Wonder of the Earth! the Music of whose  
Voice alone would charm a Lunatic;  
And make the Wrack-stretched Slave  
Forget his pain, Gazing upon  
Thy Eyes die pleased; and think his Happiness was there!  
Then shall we repine, or fear our Future Fate?  
When we Command her Richest store;  
When the Blessings of Transporting Love is ours?  Adel. 
How vain are all the Cautions of our Sex;  
How weak the best Resolves of Womankind!  
What boots it now to boast, my Eyes ne'er gave  
A Glance of kindness, or Ears inclined to the  
Delusive stories of my Numerous Lovers—  
I stayed but till the Fated Spoiler came  
Then, at Random, Staked my Heart, my Liberty;  
Whatever I had prized before:  
And only sighed, when I could give no more!  Bris. 
Oh Adellaida! Why dost thou please so well;  
That I mistrust the greatness of my Joys; and  
Fear, no Mortal must long remain in such  
Exalted Happiness— when thus I grasp  
Thy Hand, and look upon thy lovely Face,  
My Senses in Alarm, Crowd and hurry  
Altogether; the tumultuous Pleasures  
Gather round my Heart; and with my utmost  
Reason I can scarce determine, whether  
This is real, or some Visionary Bliss.  Adel. 
These are a Bridegroom's Ecstasies.—  
But, my Brisac, wilt thou talk  
Thus, when, after many Rolling Years,  
Thou hast lost that Name; when I have lost  
The mighty Charm of being new;  
Nay, perhaps, when both our Angry Fathers with Hatred  
May pursue us; Drive us among humble  
Villagers: Thou an Inhabitant of some Barren  
Plain; and I the Mistress only of a little Cell:  
Wilt thou then revive me with Love like this?  
And make our Low-built Cottage Happier far.  
Than Palaces, whose Turrets wrap their  
Aspiring Tops in Clouds; or Crowded Cities,  
Where Ten Thousand lay their Anxious  
Heads, and never know such peace as ours!  Bris. 
All must be Peace near thee; Joy settles  
Round thy Habitation; and Blooming  
Pleasures spring at thy Loved sight!  Adel. 
Oh! Thou dost talk away the Minutes, forgetting  
Our Restraint— withdraw, or we shall  
Be Observed.  Bris. 
Not till you have Promised—  Adel. 
What?  Bris. 
To be this Night at our obliging Friends,  
The kind Appania's  Adel. 
Impossible!  Bris. 
Most easy. Command your other Women  
To retire; then with the faithful Amidea  
When all the Court is still, pass the Long-Gallery:  
There's no shadow of a Danger.  Adel. 
Yet my Heart trembles at this thought?  Bris. 
Eager Love shall drive thy Causeless Fears  
Away. Appania, Pitiful  
And kind, as her soft Sex Inspires,  
Prepares the Bridal Bed, Adorned with all  
The Sweets, that ever Bounteous Nature gave—  
But, Oh! What need of Odours, when thou art there?  Amid. 
Madam, One of the Pages is just Entering.  Adel. 
Be gone my Lord.  Bris. 
You will come—  Adel. 
I think not.  Bris. 
Those Charming Eyes, my better Friends,  
Speak kinder things.  Adel. 
Then trust to them: and leave me  
To Blush alone.  Bris. 
A Taste of Bliss,— 'tis Sweet, as Health or Liberty:  
It glides through every Vein; and Centres at my  
Heart; Yet will I try to gain another Hour, else  
Shall I hate the slow passing Day, repine at  
The All Cheering Sun, and die with Eager Expectation  
Of the Friendly Night, Night Sacred to Lovers Joys  
And Covert to the Blushing Bride; for Oh  
What place, in Absence can my Spirits cheer,  
When all my Ravished Heart admires is here?  [Exit. Enter a Page. Page 
This Note from the Princess Appamia;  
Also a Gentleman, who begs to speak with you  
In Private.  Adel. Reading. 
Mention your Marriage but with Caution;  
Let me see you, ere you name the Happy Man!  
You'll be pleasing surprised: I'll say no more,  
Lest I forestall it. Yours,  
Appamia.  
Hast! Admit the  
Stranger; then let none interrupt us—  
Why doth Appamia Write in Riddles?  Enter Emilius. Emil. 
Madam—  Adel. 
Nay; no Set Speeches— I know thee—  
By all the Blessings of this day, 'Tis he—  
He himself, my own, my dear, My loved  
Emilius— Oh! Brother! what do the  
Bounteous Heavens mean by this profuse Addition?  Emil. 
Adellaida!  Adel. 
I won't stop, nor ask a Reason for thy Disguise,  
Or odd appearance; but talk wildly on,  
And rest Secured I have thee here!  Emil. 
My Sister— yet still the Dearer Name's behind—  
My Friend! Blood is the tie of common  
Souls; a Sordid Earthly Link— Friendship!  
The Noble Workmanship of Heaven!  Adel. 
Art thou returned thou Wanderer!  Emil. 
I am.  Adel. 
Yes, Yes; I see thou art, my pleased Eyes  
Behold thee not Altered, nor Estranged,  
Thy Looks their wonted kindness bear; and I am blessed.  Emil. 
My Adellaida, I beg thee cease  
Help and Assist me with thy utmost Power.  Adel. 
Is there a Power in me to serve Emilius!  
And am I not Commanded?  Emil. 
Without my Father's Licence, I have  
Ventured back— I prithee Sister, choose  
Some Auspicious Hour to Reveal it—  
Nay go farther yet my Sister; let him  
Suppose I am Hardened grown in Disobedience;  
Have made a bold disposal of myself,  
Without Consulting him, from whom I had  
My Being— Then if his Fury Rise (as much  
I fear it will) with all thy winning Sweetness,  
(Melting, and soft) Curb the just Tempest—  
Plead for thy Brother; as I would do for Adellaida.  Adel. 
Oh Sir!  Emil. 
Ha! What mean these Ominous Tears?—  
'Tis Strange! I cannot mention the Blessing of  
My Life; the Business of my Love, to my  
Best Friends: but straight I meet the Face  
Of Sorrow— Oh Adellaida! Hadst thou  
To me committed aught of this Import:  
I would not thus have Checked thy Blooming Hopes!  Adel. 
Twins were we in the Womb, and since onr Birth  
By our Father equally Beloved; for my poor  
Mother died ere we could Taste her kindness—  
Both too, I think have trod the Paths of Virtue;  
Both aimed at the rich Standard of all  
Generous minds, Immortal Honour—  
But if both have failed—  Emil. 
In what?  Adel. 
In Duty, Brother— If Love has Broke  
The Holy Ramparts down; and lest us Exposed,  
Like the first Pair: Will our Adhering to  
Each other Avert the Wrath of Heaven,  
And our great Parent?  Emil. 
Exposed the Wrath of Heaven!—  
What hast thou done, my better half?  Adel. 
Even that rash thing, I guess you guilty of—  
Which I should never have dared to own,  
Had you not by Example  
Taught me boldness——  
Than Gordian Knot  
Which few Escape, and yet by fewer is easy made  
By me is Tied, without my Father's knowledge—  
I am Married—— think thou my Brother,  
What an Advocate, you have chose, whose  
Every Argument, used for you, bears for herself,  
The same Validity, and Weight!  Emil. 
What strange Game of Fortune's this?  
The more I think, the more I am Confused.  Adel. 
Yet you are a Man; and will, I am sure; look Danger  
Boldly in the Face: But I, a Woman, fearful  
As a Hind, when the full Cry is up; and all are Bent  
Upon the Slaughter— therefore I beg, when the  
Discoveries made, you'll be my Protector, and  
Prove a Brother; though by an Angry Father I'm forsaken.  Emil. 
Oh Adellaida! To look too far, is wild amaze—  
Hush then our Faults, and let us talk no more—  
Let us forget this Interview till to morrow—  
And if thou hast such a Prospect, as my pleased Fancy  
Paints: No Suffering can outweigh the Blissful Hours,  
'Twixt the Setting, and the Rising Sun.  Adel. 
Promise only, that you'll Love my Husband;  
That My Father shall not force,  
Your Noble Arm against him, and I am satisfied.  Emil. 
I do.  Adel. 
Nay, but you shall Swear.  Emil. 
What wouldst thou ha' me Swear?  Aeol. 
Kneel thus with me, and Swear; that as  
I'll prove saithful to your Beauteous Choice  
Fulfilling every wish, and word of hers,  
So you'll protect, and love the Lord,  
That Rules your Sister's Heart.  Emil. 
I Swore I will, but why so nice a fear. When I injure him,  
Fate Deeper Wound the darling my Soul is fond of— Ha!  Adel. 
Why start you Brother?  Emil. 
Methinks, as thus we kneel, thus  
Strengthening each other in highest  
Disobedience: Red hissing Bolts  
Are forming to Consume us!  Adel. 
Alas Emilius!  Emil. 
'T was a Cross thought— But let all  
Be forgot, as these past Moment's— Name me not  
Nor think of me, till next we meet;  
Then Appamia shall direct us. I hear the  
Huntsman's Horn; and guess my Father  
Is returning— No word of me I beg.  Adel. 
My Tongue I will Command— But my thoughts are  
[full of thee,  
As thine, I hope, sometimes remember me.  [Exit severally. Enter Viceroy, Lorenza; Attended. Vice. 
The Lowering Heavns all Sullen as the Fate  
I fear, Conspire to Increase this most unwelcome  
Load upon my Drooping Spirits! The Day,  
Lorenzo, which was as fair at our uprising,  
As Gaudy Nature could put on, is now reversed;  
The Sun Wrapped up in Sable Clouds, Seems  
To hasten his Delightful Course; and long  
To Sett in Darkness!  Lor. 
Such are the Joys of Humane kind;  
Uncertain, as the Seasons! So Fortune Tempts us  
With a Smiling Face; and (in a Moment) Sickness,  
Death, or Cruel Disappointment Blasts  
Our growing Expectations!  Vice. 
True, Lorenza; yet thou complainest not  
By Experience, or the weight of Sorrows:  
But like the Common Vogue of the World;  
That still Crios out, The Times are hard.  
Fate grows blinder; more unjust than ever,  
With a Knavish Partial Hand Scatters  
Her Favours: Missing none but the Deserving!  
This Complaint the present Age always thinks  
Is new: When (alas!) their Forefathers  
Always said the same.—  
But prithee, Lorenza, leave thou such  
Affectation— Thy Fortune's large; Thy  
Character is good; Noble thy Birth;  
And all the Blessings of a prosperous Youth, Attend thee.  Lor. 
My Gallant Friend! Venerable Governor!  
Say, Rather all the Curses.  Vice. 
How!  Lor. 
The Wretch that in a Raging Fever Lies,  
Whose parch'd-up Soul Hunts round the Burning  
Clay, wherein it is Consigned, and sighs but for a  
Cool retreat: were he Lord of the Universe,  
Would he not give it all for Liquid Draughts  
Of Quenching Water; Sound his Big Titles,  
In his Ears; Disclose his Hoarded Wealth;  
Lull him with Enchanting Songs; Surround him  
With the Various Pleasures, Luxury in Health,  
And Power Invented; would this make him  
Happy? No! Like me amidst the hateful  
Bustle, He'd beg for Ease, or Death.  Vice. 
Folly, and Madness! Thou hast no cause.  Lor. 
Not Cause! Is not all the Happiness my Heart  
Can guests at, or my mind can Frame, Treasured  
In Beauteous Adellaida? And doth not the  
Disdainful fair still view me with relentless Eyes!  
Like the Coy Daphne, Fly my Loathed pursuit  
Shun me, as she would Infection! O must Accursed!  
Hated by Adellaida, Why do I Live? Why Drag  
This Irksome Being, round a World, where  
Nothing else can please!  Vice. 
Far from thy Soul be such a thought my Son!  
She hates the not; but fearful, unknowing yet  
Mankind, will only try thy Faith, ere  
She, for Life Surrender.  Lor. 
Oh! had I grounds for that kind hope: I'd not  
Exchange the Prospect of such Bliss, to be  
Spain's Monarch, or the United Worlds!  Vice. 
Have you not my Approbation? and is she not  
The Pattern of Obedience? I own (won by her  
Sweetness) I did promise not to force her  
Inclinations; but I know she would as  
Soon forgo her Honour, as Contradict my will  Lor. 
That Don Lopez, the lately arrived Kinsman  
Of your fair Charge—— Oh forgive my Jealousy?  Vice. 
Nothing but her Friendship to Appamia.  
At the return of my beloved Emilius, I hope  
To fix that Lady, and all her Fortunes, in my Family,  
Direct me heaven, but in the Disposal of those two choice blessings  
Thou hast given (my Children) and what e'er Probations is  
Fit beside, shall be received without a Murmur! [thought  Lor. 
Auspicious be the Moment, that we offer up  
Our Prayers! Grant me good Heaven, my Love!  
I ask no more.  Vic. 
Search; my Lorenza; find this darling Mistress out;  
Fall at her Feet; and Breath thy faithful Vows:  
I'll follow; and my persuasions add: This kind Force  
Will Storm her gentle Breast; and touch that  
Heart, whieh seems Impenetrable.  Lor. 
Oh Love! Thou charming little God, dwell in my Eyes,  
And hang upon my Tongue, with Honey-dropping  
Eloquence! Steal through her Ears; and thrill into her Heart.  
Till She at lash th' Almighty Rapture know:  
To please herself; and ease her Lover's Woe!  [Exeunt. Enter Apamia and Zelide. App. 
Remember Zelide, each particular  
we've from Lovisa Learned.  Zel. 
Fear not Madam; my Memory shall be  
A faithful Register to serve you.  App. 
Easie, and plain her Words—  
An honest Freedom ran through her Narration.—  
And am I Doomed to Ruin this Artless Innocence?  Zel. 
Blessed be these Reflections! Cherish these thoughts;  
Coutinue Madam, as free from Guilt  
As is Lovisa.  App. 
But shall she then possess Emlius?  
Shall these Cursed Eyes behold the Hateful  
O ject of their meeting Loves! See the Gay  
Years Circled round with flowing Pleasure?  
Whilst I despair! No, rather gape wipe, thou Earth  
And swallow them or me— to bear us all  
The Burden is too great!  Zel. 
Still I am your Slave; and 'tis my fear for you;  
For your dear Safety only, make me wish  
You'd move no farther.  App. 
Yes; I will on; and give 'em back the Wracks,  
I feel— Sure 'tis but Justice—  
The Earl d Englesac; he was the Man,  
Her Father chose for whom the Nuptuals were prepared,  Zel. 
Right Madam.  Enter Page. Pag. 
The Lord Bucarius waits your Pleasure  App. 
Admit him, yet stay, come back, Zelide  
Whither am I going, can I decree Emilius Death  
And Live? Yes; for he's Dead to me already—  
But can I dehold the noblest Form, Nature  
In all her Workings, e'er produced; or,  
Joining Art rendered Exquisite, a cold Lump  
Of Clay: The Immortal Soul Hunted by  
Violence, from her lovely Dwelling.  Zel. 
Think well Madam; for after Death,  
Repentance is too late!  App. 
What is't that Staggers my Resolves—  
Avaunt thou soft, Intruding Pity!  
Let my wild Fancy view their Scenes of  
Mutual Love; and Fire my just Revenge!  
Ha! Methinks I see their glowing Lips;  
Which thirst to meet their close Embraces;  
Where their beating Hearts keep time;  
Their Arms are Revetted together!  
Part 'em ye Powers; part 'em! Set Seas, Olympic Hills  
And all the Lumber of the Earth between 'em!— Oh!  Zel. 
Dear Madam Cease!  App. 
I will be Calm, as the still Waters; when scarce.  
A Breath of Wind Curls the falling Waves—  
Hushed like a sleeping Serpent underneath  
A Bed of Flowers.— But when those  
Happy Loves think to trace the Steps of  
Everlasting Joy. Tempests, and Whirlwinds,  
Stings of Adders shall surround 'em!  
Now let him come Oh what Earthquakes shake  
This little Frame, would it were once Destroyed  
Emilius, and Lovisa then  
Might Live in Peace.  Zel. 
Look up my Princess disquiet be their Portion,  
Since they have made it yours.  App. 
He comes my Woes must be dissembled, and my  
Looks be Cheerful.  Enter Bucarius. 
— My Lord, did you not wonder at my Summons?  Buc. 
I was pleasingly surprised; as Dying Men with a  
Reprieve; or Tortured Minds with sudden Ease  
So Joyful, and so unexpected was the mighty Favour.  App. 
Your repeated Services I long have weighed  
Your continual Application, in whatever  
Related to my welfare; nor is your Constant Vows  
Of Love forgot— And if I seemed to slight those  
Assiduities: It was but, the utmost Trial of your Faith.  Buc. 
Oh Sounds Celestial! Words Transcendent, as  
Thy Charms! What can my Goddess mean?  App. 
Leave Ecstasies, to a more sitting Season— and if  
You dare assist, and free me from an Usurpation  
Which I hate: Myself, with all the vast  
Revenues I command, is thine, without another Article.  Buc. 
For one kind look, I would have forfeited my Life;  
But Bribed so high: Methinks I should do more than die.  App. 
You know the Viceroy has Long been Ruler here;  
And to his false Care my mistaken Father  
Left unhappy me.  Buc. 
Which proved his Blessing. The Court of Spain  
Is slow in their Supplies; and when the Viceroy  
First appeared, the Island was in an Uproar;  
Soldiers unpaid; and therefore Mutinous;  
All Form of Government neglected— He  
Emptied your full Coffers, to stop their  
Craving Mouths; and with the Wealth of your  
Great Ancestors bought a lasting Peace.  App. 
Yet, tho' I put up this; Remit the mighty Debts,  
Which he can never pay: Still would he  
Retain a Tyranny upon my Will; still  
Guide my Actions, and dispose of all my Fortunes.  Buc. 
By your Injuries, and my Immortal Love, he shall not!  
I'll Pistol him to Morrow, on the Castle Walk!  App. 
And so be lost yourself! For he stands High, in  
Popular Opinion; the thoughtless Vulgar hauling him applause,  
Because he's famed for Hospitality, surfeits their  
Censure Appitites, and drowns their Souls  
In Riot;  
But would you be directed by an injured Woman,  
His Measures should all be broke, his growing  
Expectations Blasted,  Buc. 
Instruct. Command me Madam, I Listen to perform.  App. 
This Day such Wonders has produced, that you'll  
Scarce Credit my Relation; Emilius is returned,  
Emilius, whom even since my Childhood I own  
To have Honoured with my Friendship, trusting  
It seems to that when in France he had seduced  
A Lady from her Husband brings her to me to be  
Protected; I Swear the Conscious Blushes almost burst  
My Cheeks, if I reflect on the Vile Office he did design  
Me; Shall I connive at their Amours, my Roof shelter  
Their Impious Loves, help me Bucarius, help to Curse 'em.  Buc. 
Swift Vengeance overtake him: Emilius in Sardinia.  
My Emulator still in the bright Source of Glory. Disappointment  
'cross his Delightful purposes; Heartrending Plagues  
For ever rest upon him.  App. 
Not upon him, but the false wanton I'd punish; your  
Sex is by custom privileged to Injuries like these, your  
Honours scarce tainted, call a Venial Crime, but  
In a Wife 'tis sure unpardonable.  Buc. 
What is it, Madam, you desire of me?  App. 
To have this Woman in a Monastery Clapped up, or  
Instantly sent back to France. I'd have her Brother  
Told her Baseness, to have her given up to his Revenge,  
I know not what I'd have, for whilst she stays, the  
Sight of her, and of her Crimes will make me Mad.  Buc. [aside.] 
Ha! I suspect, but I will search it throughly.  
Who is her Brother?  App. 
Alas! I had forgot to tell you, this Emilius too I wish  
Secured, till She is past the power of ever seeing  
Him again, he is Disguised and may be Seized on  
Some pretence.  Buc. 
Explain your Intentions to me, Madam.  App. 
The Room's too public for our Conference,  
In my Closet, you shall be informed.  Buc. 
And if I stop at aught that you Command,  
Or not Destroy whom ever you have Doomed;  
May this blessed Moment of your kindness  
Prove a Dream; and may I wake again to the  
Despair ' in which the Dawning Day beheld me.  App. 
That way— I'll follow—  
Now Zelide, now let the Glorious Sun  
Withdraw his Cheerful Beams—  
Darkness, and furies should Assist at this  
Black Council— Oh Love! Thy Golden shast  
Pierced first this this Tender Heart, and warmed it  
With a Lambent Fire: which now by Jealously,  
Is set into a Blaze.  
How I could Burn, how I am lost in rage,  
No Gentle Shower's such Mounting Flames Assuage,  
Lovisa the beloved must Mourn as well as I.  
I'll be revenged my Zelide, and I'll Die;  
Can she my Rival then my Justice blame;  
I give her Death, and taste myself the same.  [Exit.  

ACT III.  Bucarius and Roderigo, Meet. Buc. 
Opportunely are we met, my Faithful  
Roderigo, for I have Deeds in Agitation.  
That want a Subtle Head, a Heart resolved  
And Hand like thine to help Accomplish.  Rod. 
Long have ye talked of Mischief railed on the  
Viceroy, Breathed nought but Grievances, and  
Swore redress; but whilst I find ye drag the  
Proud Appamia's Chains, whilst thus ye  
Haunt the Palace of that Disdainful, fair Glory,  
And Interest, tho' they call aloud ' I fear will hardly  
Wake ye from the Lethargy of Love.  Buc. 
If now I shake not off the Effeminate Slavery.  
Boys shall Proclaim my Folly's, and hout me  
From the Society of Men; yet never till this  
Moment had I such Grounds to hope Possession  
O! Appamia her Wealth, and full Revenge on my  
Honour's Rival, and my Love the Cursed Emilius.  Rod. 
I cannot reach ye.  Buc. 
All shall be Unravelled, there's secret Marriges.  
My Instrument, there's Room for Plots that shall  
Destroy the growing greatness of the Viceroy's Race.  Rod. 
Appamia Married!  Buc. 
No; She would have been, my friend was first  
In Love which sure's the greatest Curse, and Shame  
Of Womankind. Emelius the Object of her Fancy,  
Who having balked her Eager Wishes she meditates.  
Revenge on his fair Choice, and I am to be the Fool  
Employed.  Rod. 
How found you this?  Buc. 
Her every word and look informed me, but having  
Wrung each useful Circumstance from her  
Distracted fury, I'll Counterplot her purposes  
And sure Destruction shall o'ertake 'em all.  
Come with me, and I'll unfold what I design,  
Disguises must be had, much thought, and Caution  
Used, ha! She follows, and in htr Face the Stamp of  
Heaven wears, but I know her Soul deceitful,  
And will not trust my Eyes to Gaze.  Enter Appamia and Zelide. App. 
Not gone, my Lord, who have you there?  Buc. 
One that will Assist in your Commands.  App. 
Be Expeditious, and be careful, If the Reward  
Inspires ye.  Buc. 
The Task's too easy— I would have played  
With Danger; for such a glorious Prize,  
Courted Hazards; where Life hung by a Hair:  
And whatsoe'er is fancied Dreadful had opposed me!  App. 
Zelide shall still inform ye, how we move—  
Industrious, and Faithful is the Indian Slave—  
In her you may rely— Haste, Noble Sir, as I have  
Directed— Let your first business be to keep  
Emilius from returning Instantly.  Buc. 
He moves this Day as I contrive, and you  
Appoint, to Morrow is his own farewell;  
Remember Princess what you have promised,  [Exeunt. Zel. 
Can then Spain's Beauty, Nay I may add  
The world's, receive this Rough General,  
For her Lord, the Son of Fortune, only whose  
Sword is his Inheritance, whilst Princes,  
Lords of Provinces Sigh to be her Slaves.  App. 
That's a Thought the least disturbs me—  
No Zelide, we shall never live to be his Bride.  Zel. 
How Madam!  App. 
die before; and so discharge our promise—  
Hark thee, Zelide, thou art skilled in  
Baleful Drugs, the greatest Foes to Humane kind—  
One deadly drop by thee prepared, and mingled  
With the stream of Life (the Blood) will Spoil  
The Noblest Frame of Nature, Poison each  
Azure Channel; let down the useful Springs,  
Stop the beating Pulses, and all the curious Movements  
Till the Machine Drops into its Original Clay,  
To be revived no more.  Zel. 
Oh Princess! Merciful Heaven keep you,  
From thoughts like these!  App. 
Why dost tremble? you said you were a  
Princess Born; and that thy Swarthy Veins  
Carried the Royal Blood of those, who heretofore,  
Were Lords of Mexico! It must be false;  
Thou hast a Plebeian Soul; else, thou hadst  
Used that skill, which I Implore: and died,  
ere been my Slave.  Zel. 
It was your gentle Usuage which reconciled me first.  
To Life; and then to the Love of you:  
Which if I have failed in—  App. 
No; thou hast not; nor you shall not—  
If you refuse me: with this drawn Dagger  
I'll give my Rival present Death— Then  
Our Laws will Doom me to severest Wracks,  
And public Shame upon a Scaffold End me.  Zel. 
Oh my Loved Mistress!  App. 
Why is it such a pain to Live, and sin to Die  
If Bucarius fails, Lovisa's not removed, and  
Then this Night they meet, and long succeeding  
Joyful Days and Nights attend 'em, prepare  
My Slave a Draught, prepare for her, or me  
Both caenot must not Live.  Zel. 
Have peace, you shall be obeyed.  App. 
I thank thee, faithful Creature, now to the  
Alcove lead— I must Tinge Lovisa's Sweets;  
If her mind is undisturbed, I am but half  
Revenged— She must be Roused; Alarmed with  
Doubts, and Fears set her Desponding Heart in  
Tortures like to mine— Create her Woes,  
May Equal my Despair.  [Exeunt. 

SCENE Drawn.  Lovisa Sleeping on a Couch. Enter Appamia, and Zelsde. App. 
There wrapped in Innocence, and Peace She lies,  
No Dreadful Dreams, warn her of approaching  
Fate, Calm Sleep, Cordial to the Wretched, for ever  
Fled from me seems fond to eang upon those  
Beauteous Lids, Baths and Wanton's in her  
Eyes, and Revels on her Lips in Charming Smiles  Zel. 
Can you Commend, and not yet pity?  App. 
'Tis Emilius no doubt, is the pleasing Image  
Of her Dreams— She sees him at her Feet  
Hears his soft Vows, and Darts him back  
Ten Thousand Joys—  Zel. 
Madam, She Wakes!  Lov. 
What gone again; ye Airy Fantam!  
Why have ye forsook me? Why are my longing  
Eyelids stretched in vain, for him, whom  
Sleeping I beheld!  App. 
I told ye so——— Forgive my over-care——  
Such Charge Emilius gave; such Charms  
Have you: That much I Covet to be near you.  Lov. 
This is Excess of Noble Charity to a poor  
Stranger; and your humble Handmaid——  
But is there yet no news from my Dear Lord?  App. 
None— I doubt my fair Friend, you'll be  
Too fond; expect more: Complaisance,  
More Kinnness, than our Spanish Nobles  
Pay to Wives.  Lov. 
To Wives! Why Madam, is there a Dearer Name?  App. 
Bless me! Nurtured in the Court of France, and Ask  
That Question— I thought your Gallantry had been  
Our Example— I assure ye, there's scarce a Man  
Of Quality here, but would think himself despised,  
Deformed, or most abominably Scandalised,  
If public Fame took no notice that he had  
A Mistress— At all our old Customary Feasts,  
There's not a Don, tho' Married to the Charming'st Bride,  
On Earth, but wears some other Lady's Colours;  
Leaving his Wife so to be Honoured by her Hero,  
If she has any: But by the Husband She's  
Certainly neglected.  Lov. 
Oh my Emilius! How far art thou from  
Once resembling such a Waverer!  App. 
I'm glad to hear it— France has strangely  
Altered him! In this Court he was the very  
Minion of the Ladies  
Addressed to all each blooming Beauty  
Shared his Heart, tho' none possessed it wholly  
With an Air of Universal Kindness applied to All;  
But these were the Trifling Hours of Youth: Now  
He seems fixed indeed.  Lov. 
The Character is so indifferent from the Brave  
Emilius, that were it not for strongest  
Proofs: I should think you did not know the Man.  App. 
Oh! He's a Dissembler; take my word for't,  
But he may make the better Husband.  Lov. 
If I could think, the Lord, my Heart has Chose,  
For whom I have forsook all that the World  
Calls Comforts, thus Inclined: I'd Die to  
Rid me of the Dismal Apprehensions,—  
Oh Madam! Forgive me, if I say 'tis unkind!  App. 
What?  Lov. 
To tell me this— If it be true, I'm undone!  
Think on my Condition— Suppose you had left  
This Delightful Palace; the Place where you are  
Known, and Honoured; fled with some Dear Man,  
To Distant Climes— Consider, how 'twould shock ye,  
But to fear this trusted only Friend should prove  
Unconstant, Faithless, as the Seas you Past! Such  
Is my Fate, if he forsakes me, for whom I've  
All forsaken— Despair, and Death's my Portion!  
Oh Emilius! Cruel! Unkind! Return, and  
Cheer me, ere it be too late!  App. 
Accuse him not; nor grieve at what's delivered  
As a Friendly Caution— But why doth he Loiter now?  
He said he would not see the Viceroy; and tho' he hold  
His Sister, near his Heart: Methinks, if he fulfilled  
His parting Words, his Visit should be shorter.  Lov. 
I know not what to think— My Soul so long  
Has held him true; with such a Faith  
Believed his Promises: that it will be wondrous hard  
To Judge him False; but harder much to find him so.  App. 
Be wise, and you are happy— All yet is in your Power,  
Untasted Sweets; Virgin's Favours; Beauty, like yours  
Would Urge the greatest Rambler to play the Saint,  
With Perjured Breath; kindle such lovely Fires, and  
Venture his Immortal Hopes, for your Embraces—  
I say not this of our Emilius— But such Men there are.  Lov. 
Oh!  App. 
When next you see him; which must be suddenly, if  
His Friends have swayed him, or Adellaida, by  
The Description of some famed Beauty in her prime,  
Renewed his old Amours: You'll find it in his  
Altered Carriage; he'll be reserved, disturbed,  
Spite of Dissembled Fondness— mark him  
Nicely, and you may discover—  Lov. 
Oh all ye Powers! is this my Task! must  
My plain honest Heart, that's full of Love,  
Of Faith, and true Obedience, be wracked with  
Jealous Pangs; still on the Watch, to find out the  
Tricks, and Turnings of Deceitful Men: No, rather  
Than endure, the Killing Pain; the little abject  
Office: I'll rip it up; and led out  
Love, and Life together.  App. 
No, my Lovisa (give me leave to call you mine)  
We will live in highest Pleasure; Live, if you can,  
Learn like me, to Despair, and slight the Betraying Race  
I, who have seen 'em Cringing at my Feet; been  
Surrounded with eager Eyes, and bended Knees,  
Stopped my Ears at the bewitching Charmers—  
The false Guilding of their Love would not down  
With me— I saw Interest Lurking underneath: and scaped Destruction.  Lov. 
Alas! What have you scaped? You are yet within the  
Very bloom of Beauty; Love has not yet sent the Hero  
He designs your Conqueror; had you met with one  
Like my Emilius, graceful in his Person; by  
Nature framed to be the Darling Joy of Womankind;  
Who, when he tells the Story of his Love, would make  
The Coldest Virgin's Bosom Heave; her Heart to Pant:  
And Eyes run o'er, as mine do now!  App. [aside.] 
Oh scalding Drops; they set my Heart on Fire.  Lov. 
But when he sees the listening Maid Incline  
To the soft passion, his Sighs Inspire: How his Eyes  
Will talk; how he will tremble; How Infect  
With the Convulsive Joy! How Swear! How Weep!  
Oh 'tis too much for Words, 'tis Rapture all!  App. [aside.] 
Torture, worse than Death! Vengeance! Before  
She noth possess him! She dies, my Zelide, by all my [my Face  
Wrongs She dies.  Lov. 
And did I believe all this, Innocent and Credulous;  
The Eager Transports of a first Amour: the  
Noble Vows of Simpathising Souls, which  
Godlike, and untainted Truth possessed: Did I  
Forego my Awful Duty, lose the Dear Blessings  
Of my Indulgent Parents, fly from my Tender  
Mother, whose Arms Nursed my Infant Weakness  
Up to this Ingratitude, whose kind Eyes never  
Viewed me but with Smiling pleasure— which  
Now perhaps, are Streaming for my Fault;  
Or Closing with Pangs, greater than those  
I gave her at my Ill-fated Birth!  Zel. 
Oh! who can here words like these, and keep their  
Temper! not Conquered India, Groaning under  
Her Tyrannic-Masters, shows a greater Wretch!  App. 
Madam! what mean your most immoderate Griess  
Upon a bare Suggestion— Fie, Fie!  
'Tis most unreasonable!  Lov. 
Your Pardon— For I must have leave to Rave,  
Can I but think of sharing my Emilius' Love, or  
Losing the Idea, my Soul had Framed of Deathless  
Constancy; of endless Kindness; can my working  
Fancy behold this dismal wrack of all my Quiet,  
And not run Mad!  App. 
Mad! For what? Oh, were but as free from  
Love as I! Banish the thought that, would disturb ye!  Love. 
Never, Never; till I'm Convinced, my Fears are Vain!  App. 
— Zelide,  
Prepare the Banquet, I commanded— let the Italian  
Eunuch Sing; and softest Music turn her Griess,  
Till this Prince beloved, this dearest Man return:  
And bring Peace, and Comfort to her mind.  Lov. 
Oh Heavn's! Banquets, and Music! am I  
Fit for either!  App. 
Unkind is your Refusal of what my Care provided.  Love. 
I must Obey; with all these Swelling Griefs I consent  
To your desires, because you say 'tis kindly meant.  
So Wretches, who despair, when Death's in View;  
Do Pleasures Taste; and seem delighted too.  
Feigned Smiles conceal the faltering Smart;  
Gay in their Looks: whilst Tempests rend the Heart  [Exit  

Scene Draws.  Discovers Brisac, and Adellaida, sitting on a Couch 
A SONG.  
After the SONG.  Bris. 
Crowned with dear Consenting Love, Listening  
To the Music of thy Voice willingly would I  
Forget the busy World; with thee Supinely pass  
My Softer Hours on this Loved Bosom Wracked  
With delight, confess the bliss, my Adellaida,  
Created with Golden Slumbers Charmed and  
Waking still to bless the Beauteous Cause, Crowned  
With Happy Days, and Happier Nights, which  
Feasted every Sense with Love, and still renewed  
Desires, that will never, never Fade.  Adel. 
If, my Brisac, one Corner of the Globe were yours,  
Or mine, I think we might Command a  
Lasting Happiness: But when both, tho' born  
To wealth, and Noblest Honours, are dependant on a  
Rigid Parents Will: what shall we hope,  
But lasting Woe?  Bris. 
Rather Eternal Joy! Is this the Language, Hymen  
Requires, upon our Nuptial Day? No, No.  
Kisses, Embraces are his Due— Words soft as as thy  
Frame; and Looks that Melt in kindly Shower's.  Amid. 
Madam, the Lord Lorenza comes this way!  Adel. 
Ha! My Father's Favourite! Call my Women!  
Oh my Brisac! how awkward is the Sound of Love  
Pronounced by those we hate— Not but that  
Lorenza's Nicely brave; and Justly Qualified  
For his inherent Greatness— But if there be  
A Fate below: Sure 'tis shown in that  
Which Guides Affection.  Enter Lorenza. Lor. 
Through all the Rooms of State, and Antichambers.  
Have I passed: where the Dumb Gazers  
In Expectation stand, like Statutes, or the  
Senseless Pictures over 'em. No Life is seen  
In Court, whilst you Fair Princess Retire  
To Recesses, that are forbidden the Admiring World.  Adel. 
Methinks the Viceroy's side is proper'st  
For the Gallant Man; where in this Iron Age  
He will not fail to hear of Seiges, Battles,  
And all the Glorious business of the Brave.  Lor. 
Yet there's a Lord, like me, seems to build  
His Happiness in Beauty.  Bris. 
Does that Displease ye?  Lor. 
Don Lopez, I shall find a place and time  
To tell you whether it does, or no.  Bris. 
Soon as you will— I'm ready.  Adel. 
[aside.] Oh my poor heart!— My Lords!  
Chose ye my Apartments for your Broils?  
Hence I Command ye both— you Don Lopez,  
Return Apamia Word, I'll wait upon her——  
And for you, my Lord, I should be glad to know  
What business brought you hither?  Lor. 
Oh Words, and Looks cold enough to Confirm Despair.  
— But my Happy Rival shall not Triumph (for such  
I know he is) here will I be revenged, or Fall!  
Turn thou Invader of all the Joys, my Youth  
Had promised; for, upon this spot of Earth  
Will I dispute for Adellaida: tho' her Presence  
Make the Chamber Sacred!  Bris. 
Here wouldst thou Fight for Adellaida,  
To have the womens' Cries Alarm all the Palace:  
Be parted, ere my Arm could reach thee— Boy.  Lor. 
Thou art a secret undermining Traitor.  Bris. 
Ha!  Adel. 
Don Lopez, my Lord have I no power?  
I charge thee go; or else plunge both your  
Swords into my Bosom— go I charge ye—  
And leave me with Lorenza!  Bris. 
Farewell! The time was most unfit:  
And I repent my rashness.  [Exit. Adel. 
So, My Lord was this well done!  Lor. 
Oh Madam! ask the Madman a Reason  
For his last Extravagance! Ask Sinners  
In Dispair, why they Curse Heaven, when  
They should Pray? Your Beauteous Eyes  
Have ruined me! they have darted Fires,  
Which tho' they set me in Extramest Burnings:  
Yet the reflected Heat warms not the smallest Particle of you!  Adel. 
Lorenza; tell me freely, is it yourself  
You Love, or me?  Lor. 
Oh Cruel Question! Command one Hand  
To Cut the other off;  
Take this Weapon— Stab me o'er, and o'er with  
Wounds tho' but in wanton Sport of Tyranny,  
See if I'd Complain!  Adel. 
If this be true, if you could suffer this, sure you  
Can suffer less; and for a Gift so Noble, as  
My everlasting Friendship, bear the Wrack  
Of disappointed Love.  Lor. 
I guess your meaning— how quick it runs  
Through my Distracted Brain! 'tis got alrendy  
To my Heart, and pulls the Bursting Strings—  
Your Father comes— But, Oh! I sinned no  
Advocate will do!  Adel. 
Stop him Lorenza.  
Divert his Wrath, for much I fear, He  
Has heard of this disorder: Perform my first  
Desires; and let me be obliged.  Lor. 
Tho' Death is mingled with these sweet Words,  
And surely will follow: yet much I'm pleased to hear 'em.  Adel. 
No; you shall Live renowned, and long; if my  
Prayers prevail: But meet my Father, and appease him.  Lor. 
Will you forgive me then this Roughness; this most  
Unmanly Violence, my passion Caused?  Adel. 
I will.  Lor. 
But will you ever see me more?  Adel. 
Yes; Instantly: and tell you all my Fate.  Lor. 
Oh thanks; tho' 'tis my undoing, whilst I hear  
You speak: I shall die Contented.  [Exit. Adel. 
This young Nobleman, is Honest Just, and Brave;  
I must Conside in him; else his Love will  
Set him full at my Brisac; or draw my  
Father's Hatred on my Husband.  
What a Name is that! How much is he Dearer  
Than all Mankind! If I forgot my Duty  
Forgive me Heaven.  
'Tis Love Nature's first, and great decree  
Preserver of the World and Conqueror of me.  [Exit. Enter Bucarius. Buc. 
So, this Disguise will do; Appamia doubtly  
Armed for our Destruction, Resistless Beauty  
Dwells in her Celestial Form, but Oh! Hell has  
Been at Work within; There Subtlety, Revenge,  
And violent Passions Reign, yet she shall be  
O'er reached and yield to my Embraces; or  
Bear the Odium of the Bloody Crime which  
I'll Contrive; Heist Roderigo.  Enter Roderigo. Rod. 
The same.  Buc. 
Well! How, and How.  Rod. 
Exactly as your heart desires— Emilius passing  
From the Palace back to Appamia was seized,  
His name demanded, which he denying, was, a Spy clapped up;  
And there Remains, till you think fit I should release him:  
and as you Ordered, give the Paper.  Buc. 
Within an Hour let it be done— Comes  
Don Lopez, as I directed?  Rod. 
He follows; I told him a Stranger waited  
For him in this private Grove.  Buc. 
Excellent! away, be careful Roderigo, since  
Ruin, or Glory, waits such bold Attempts—  
Fly— I hear him.—  [Exit Rod. Enter Brisac. Bris. 
By my full hopes of dear expected Bliss,  
This Quarrel most Ominous. If  
'Tis Lorenza waits me here, should Death  
Or Conquest be my Fate; What Troubles  
Must I heap on thee, my poor kind Adellaida!  
Ha! Who have we here!— Would you,  
Sir, aught with me?  Buc. 
If you are the Count Brisac.—  Bris. 
Brisac! How came you by that Name?  Buc. 
My Eyes Inform me you are the the Man.  Bris. 
Trust me Friend, I cannot recollect where  
They Learn that Knowledge; for till this  
Moment, surely mine did ne'er Encounter 'em.  Buc. 
Yes; often: Tho' not heedfully, my time indeed was spent  
From Court, where, you resided, but my Noble  
Injured Friend— I'm sure, you'll own—  Brisac. 
What Friend? Lead me out of this amaze!  Buc 
The Earl of d Anglesack.  Bris. 
And what of him?  Buc. 
Have you not a Sister too— Lovisa Named?  Bris. 
Yes. Pleasing is the Remembrance; her Beauty  
And her Fame stood fair, when I lest France;  
I dare Answer for her, She has not lost the  
Virtuous Character.  Buc. 
Beauty, indeed, she still retains— But, Oh!—  
The more Inestimable Gem, Bright Honour—!  
Which sullied once, or lost, like the flying Hours,  
Can never, never be retrieved!  Bris. 
Whither do thy Speeches lead; for I am yet i'th' Dark?  Buc. 
Observe, that Earl I mentioned, Espoused your Sister  Bris. 
I do believe it; for my Father writ, 'twas so Designed,  Buc. 
Oh fatal Nuptials! Oh unhappy Marriage  
Wretched d'Englesack! Oh my dearest Friend!  Bris. 
What mean these Exclamations! Who  
Has wronged your Friend, and mine?  Buc. 
Lovisa.  Bris. 
No.  Buc. 
If deserting his Red, and him, when scarce the  
Hymenial Tapers were burnt out, ere the  
Fresh Beauties of the Spring, by Virgins strewed,  
Were withered: If this base: Then basely  
Has Lovisa done.  Bris. 
With whom? Or what: Or how? Let me  
By degrees, to a just Fury rise!  Buc. 
Of him she has blindly chose, I can give  
But small Account—— Some Idle Debauchee,  
Who caught her with a Foppish Face;  
A Guady Coat; such a despicable Trifle.—  Bris. 
Patience, ye boiling Viens! Back to your  
Fountains; and carry cooling Patience!—  
Where are these Adulterers? Speak, thou  
Upstart Fiend; sent to Wrack my quiet!  Buc. 
Behold this wound, given by the Villain who is  
In Sardinia hid— I have tracked him hither,  
Your Father, and the Earl, come on; but Spite  
Of this disabled Arm, I'll make Vengeance sure,  
ere the dishonor's blazed abroad.  Bris. 
Thou make Vengeance sure! Thou prevent the  
Dishonour of my Family! By Hell, I shall  
Believe all that thou hast said a Cursed invented Lie:  
Unless you show me Lovisa in Sardinia.  Buc. 
I'll do't; if you'll Engage to keep your temper;  
And after bring you, where I am to meet the  
Traitor. I knew not of your being here: nor when  
I saw you, had I made an Application, but that  
My over-eager Zeal for poor d'Englesack threw me on,  
On his Honour's Ravisher just at our Landing,  
Where the Ships Crew, prompted by the Triumphant  
Villain, whom I suppose a Native here disarmed  
And broke my Limbs.  Bris. 
Prodigious! All Monstrous, and uninteligible!  Buc. 
I am sorry I can with so much Ease convince ye  
Who would serve a Friend so earnestly, and be  
Thus suspected it was my violent Friendship  
Made me out do their Search, and find away to pass  
In the same Ship, with the false Fugitives; tho' 'twas  
Too late to stop 'em— Follow me, I will Inform you  
Of every little Circumstance; and to Confirm 'em true.  
Show you Lovisa in the wanton Reveller's Arms.  Bris. 
Do this, and be for ever—  Buc. 
What?  Bris. 
Cursed, as I am now!  

From all the Downy Sweets, I long for, thus removed  
From all that's Lovely; all that is beloved.  
From Love Nature's Feast her sublimest Joy  
From Raptures, that would almost Life destroy,  
Roused by the call of Honour, Injured Fame  
My Love I hazard to preserve my Name,  
Quit the Dearest Wife to hide a Sister's Shame.     

ACT IU.  
Enter Appamia, meeting Zelide. App. 
HAst thou seen Bucarius  Zel. 
I have.  App. 
And moves the Engine right?  Zel. 
As Mischiefs self were the Contriver,—  
Emilius is freed; and by a Lotter charged with  
Villainy, a Feign Challenge sent him, to defend his Honour,  
Threatened with Cowardice: If he divulge or  
Forbear the meeting.  App. 
An early Courage, and undaunted Mind his forward  
Youth has still discovered: His Manly Arm  
Plucked fair Fame from Danger's ugliest Mouth;  
And in our Annals made long Tracts of brightness.  Zel. 
Gloomy, and sad this way he walks; now revolving  
Deeply in his troubled Breast, this unexpected Charge  
Of Fate; then starting, as from a Dream of Horror,  
And Crying out Lovisa!  App. 
Ay; that's the Thought that tears him; not  
For himself, but her, he fears— Fool, Fool!  
Be still; or to Elysium go, and meet her there!  
On Earth I stand the Flaming Bar between  
That ye shall never clasp with Joy—  Zel. 
The Lord Bucarius hither trains Brisca, by ways.  
To him unknown, where he shall see Emilius, and  
Lovisa behold their meeting Joys, and Confirm the  
Dishonour he suspects; next the pretended Challenge  
Draws Emilius back, and leaves Lovisa to yours  
And to her Brother's Rage.  App. 
My Fancy hurry's on to wild Confusions I dare  
Not trust Brisac's resentment, they may talk, and  
All be well; is the fatal Cordial ready.  Zel. 
The Poison is.  App. 
But may we trust Bucarius in his Contrivance  
Of a Challenge, I know Emilius eager to Answer  
His Accuser, Suppose the General prove a real Foe  
My Rage shrinks back at thought of my Emilius,  
I cannot bear that he should be destroyed, my Injuries  
Mount high, but Love Soars higher yet, and will  
Preserve him.  Zel. 
Bucarius I dare dromise will not exceed your  
Commands, lest he forfeit what he so lately gained,  
Your Favour.  App. 
Emilius comes, haste, give Lovisa Notice why  
Dost thou flutter thus my Injured Heart, why  
Steals the Woman's weakness into my Eyes at his  
Loved sight, here will I wait unseen, and view their  
Fondness to Steel my Soul from all remorse.  [Exit. Enter Emilius, With a Paper in his Hand. Emil. 
Called, Villain; Coward! Seized  
Challenged in my Father's Court! And yet  
By Honour, and by Love compelled not to  
Discover who I am. (for that would give this  
Blaster of my Fame just Cause for his black Calumnies.)  
But Oh! Lovisa!  
To whom shall I commit her? How hide  
These dark Perplexities! Which should the  
Trembling Dear once know: 'Twould  
Fright her Peace away; and  
Break her tender Heart.  Enter Lovisa and Zelide. 
Lov See where he Stands; Squandering the precious  
Minute's; which I with eager Expectation  
Counted— Pains in my Heart, and in  
My Eyes, incessant Tears.  Zel. 
Some Grief has seized him; but sure your Sight  
Will hush his Cares— I'll to my Princess;  
And inform her of his coming.  Lov. 
My Lord!  Emilia 
My Love! My Life!  Lov. 
Am I well used?  Emil. 
Are ye not my Dearest!  Lov. 
No!  Emil. 
By whom?  Lov. 
By thee, Emilius; thou much Loved false One!  Emil. 
Ha!  Lov. 
Is this your promised haste? Are these thy Joys Sardina  
Yields? Could you not add a Day to your Dissembled Truth!  
Must I be tortured instantly? Yes, yes I must!  
For I deserve it all; from Heaven I merit more:  
But not (Oh cruel Man) not from thee!  Emil. 
My Angel! Thy upbrading are unjust—  
Were there no Cause for my delay: Methinks  
Lovisa might have chid me less Severely—  
But, Oh! Believe Emilius, who never will  
Deceive thee, there was a Cause!  Lov. 
That 'cause I'd know. If I am Loved,  
I may be trusted— The Letter, which, at sight  
Of me, so hastily you hid— Let me see it;  
Ease the wracking Fears, that from my Heart and  
Eyes draw painful Showers— For I too think, I  
Have a Cause, much Cause, to suspect thy Faith.  Emil. 
What Villain, equal Enemy to Truth, and me,  
Has dared Traduce my Honour?  Lov. 
Give me the Letter; and I'll confront the Accuser.  
With the falsehood you stand Charged.  Emil. 
How poor is your Request! Command  
My Life; and try. your Power!  Lov. 
If desiring so small a thing I am denied:  
What future hope can raise me from Despair!  
Oh Emilius! Thy words have lost their Accent!  
And thy looks their Tenderness! Something sadly  
Whispers to my Soul, I am undone!—  
For ever, ever Ruined!  Emil. 
Sure Fate has watched her time, for my Destruction!  
And with a smiling Face, led me on to happy Moment's;  
Which I expecting doubly Fraught with Joys:  
Now turn the Cursed Reverse, and leave no  
Grasping Hold!  Lov. 
I am that Fate you fear; the Bar to some  
New Beauty, or Wealthier Aim— But  
Oh! My Lord! If there remains one Spark  
Of Honour, bestow me in a Cloister; amidst secluded  
Virgins I'll remain; nor murmur your unkindness—  
Do this; if you are not lost to all Humanity—  
Let the Holy Veil shroud me, from the vile Scorns  
Of your ungrateful Sex!  Emil. 
O here am I! Who is it talks thus to me!  
It is Lovisa! My Wife! Dearer thrn  
These Eyes! Dearer than my struggling Heart!  
Which never trembled, but at thy Anger!  
Dearer than every tie, or Bond, which Nature makes!  
By her am I Condemned; by her thus hardly used,  
Take notice thou Stranger, Enemy; whatsoever  
Thou art— All thy approbrious Names I here  
Forgive Thee; since she, my Bosomed Soul, who  
Like my Conscience, knows each Action of my Life:  
Since she Taxes me with loss of Honour— Oh!  
All ye Powers! Perhaps I have mistook the  
Paths of Virtue; and am indeed a Villain!  Lov. 
I cannot bear to see him thus! It wracks me,  
Worse than my Suspicious! Oh! Forgive my  
Inconsiderate Words; and take me to your Arms; whilst  
Mine are filled with Pleasures; leaning on your Breast,  
And Listening to your Sighs; let me forget my Sorrows;  
And if it is Deceit: 'Tis also Delight ineffable,  
To be so deceived!  Emil. 
Oh Charmer! Charmer! But all words are weak,  
I'll grasp thee, fireer, than Life can bear;  
And leave my Soul upon thy Lips!  App. aside behind the Scenes. 
Poison, and Death shall enter next the  
Torturing Wretches!  Bucarius and Brisac appear in the Balcony. Buc. 
Look there!  Bris. 
Ha, my Eyes betray me into Errors!  
Blasts, and Lightnings seize 'em!  Buc. 
Forbear your Passion; or our Revenge is lost!  
'Tis but one Slave, by Bribes I've gained:  
On, the least Noise we are discovered!  Emil. 
Do I not Love ye!  Lov. 
I will suspect no more!  Bris. 
Cursed, Cursed Lovisa! Contagion of my Blood!  
Disgraced is our, till now, untainted Honor.  Buc. 
Vile Lovisa!— begone! they'll turn  
Upon us! begone; or I shall think you  
Cowardly! Avoid the Vengeance such wrongs require!  Bris. 
Fly! I need no urging; Conduct me to the  
Fatal Place; that I may mark it for the  [Exeunt from the Balcony. 
Traitor's Blood! O Lovisa!  Lov. 
Ha! Did I not hear my Name!  
It was pronounced aloud; and with a Voice,  
That I'm sure is not unknown!  
Oh my Emilius! All my Fears return!  Emil. 
Thy Fancy only!  Lov. 
Yet, you started too! Ha! Thy lovely Eyes  
Relate their Fires! And thou again  
Art lost in Contemplation!  Emil. 
Take off Oh! Lovisa, those piercing Looks;  
Let not those Heavenly Lights, the Planets  
That must Rule my Days, this Moment  
Prie into my Heart: And all the Years  
I have to come, I'll lay it open, to thy view: Spare me some  
Hours, and I'll bring thee everlasting Peace!  Lov. 
Eternal Woe! Ha! I reflecton thy past words!  
Thou hast an Enemy! O Idle Jealousies; where  
Got ye room into a Bosom that is filled with naught  
But Love! Behold me on my Knees; Hanging upon  
Thine, with Dying Pangs! Oh! Let it strike Compassion  
Through thee!  Emil. 
Why doth thy. Tenderness Torment thyself, and me;  
Indeed my Love, there is no Danger; nor Just Cause  
For thy disquiet— I'll entreat our Friend to Comfort ye.  Lov. 
I have no Friend, but thou; slay with me, I beg ye by  
These Tears; by these poor trembling Limbs; which with  
Their shaking lose their Hold, that I will never quit  
Till Life forsakes me!  Emil. 
Oh hardest Trial!— But the time will be Elapsed—  
Who waits there?  Lov. 
Do call 'em— Command they tear me from ye!  
No, they need not! Death, Death rids ye of the trouble!  Emil. 
Ha! Sinks! Faint and Cold!— Appamia  [She faints. 
Princess! Zelided Help there!  Enter Appamia, and Zelide. App. 
Bless me! What's the matter? Lovisa Swooning  
In your Arms!  Emil. 
Inquire not; but quickly apply some Remedy!  App. 
The precious Cordial— now Zelide; now—  Zel. 
Madam?  App. 
Dost thou demur; and seest the lovely Creature dead  
Be Swift, I charge thee! Fly!— Bend her  [Exit, and returns with a Bowl. 
Gently forward!— Give it me—  
Hold, from your Hand it will be most acceptable—  [Emil. to Zel.] 
Why dost thou tremble?  App. 
Alas! We are frighted all! 'thas seized me so:  
I am almost in her Condition!  Emil. 
My Love Drink this—  App. 
Well may she indeed be faint; for all my Art  
Could not persuade her, in your absence, by the Taste  
Of, aught to Refresh her outworn Spirits.  Lov. 
Oh! Will it give me Rest—  [Drinks. Emil. 
I hope so dearest!  App. [aside] 
'Tis done, and by his Hand!— Methinks the  
Infernal Powers Smile; turn; turn o'er their horrid Leaves  
Of black Revenges: And set mine down most Exquisite!  Emil. 
How fares my only Blessing?  Lov. 
Beyond the power of struggling longer with my Woes!  
Lead me Virgins, from him, and from the Light;  
Let Sable Curtains make an Artificial Night  
There will I fix, and my sad Fate deplore,  
Nor ere look up or aim at Comfort more.  [Exeunt. Emil. 
She's gone! And with her Griess has riven my  
Heart asunder! Oh Appamia! By the pure  
Fire, that kindled in our Infant Minds, and grew  
To Friendships holy Flame, I do Conjure thee  
Cherish my Lovisa; whatever rugged Fortune's mine,  
In Life's uncertain Lottery: Or if the Blank  
Prove Death; Oh! Let me die your Beggar: Turn  
All the kindness you have born to me, and  
Fix it on my Mourning Bride! So may  
The Power's shed on your Beauteous Frame  
Eternal Blessings; never ceasing Joy:  
And successive Comforts without end!  App. 
Why this Injunction?  Emil. 
If I return: 'twas needless: If not,  
Remember it my latest Prayer!  
Protect that Innocent Unhappy Fair:  
And Shield her from that ugly Fiend Despair.  [Exit. App. 
Ye Cursed Fond Foolish Eyes, that drew in Fires, yet  
Wanted power to dart 'em back, Stretch your Extorted  
Lids pursue his Lovely Form, perhaps ye never  
May behold him more. Zelide, I prithee Drench this  
Dagger in thy fatal Compound that the least  
Entrance by it made, may carry Death speedy  
And inevitable.  Zel. 
Is this at last the only Service I must do for  
My most Generons Mistress, to scatter destruction  
Round, and leave her Name Accursed.  App. 
'Tis past, my Zelide, we are plunged in deep  
Unfathomable depths, there's no returning.  
The shudderrings o'er Lovisa there I must sink  
In Blood, and lose the sense of fear.  Zel, 
Oh for Lovisa I could weep! In few hours space  
Such heat will boil within her Veins;  
Such pains will stretch her Aching Nerves;  
Intolerable Burnings in her Brain; through every  
Poor Fire unquenchable force its way;  
Hissing in her Blood: and Flaming in her Eyes.  App. 
And by Emilius this Cordial Draught was  
Administered: 'tis fit he sees his handy work—  
Oh Subtle Aid of Hell; for the Contrivance was  
Beyond my hope— In such pains must She Expire, sayst thou?  Zel. 
Oh yes! But if your Christian Faith, I have Learned  
Be true; Death Ends her Misery, and mine for causing it,  
Bears an Eternal Date.  App. 
Canst thou fear Hell, that look'st its Offspring?  
Complexioned, as our Fancy paints Devils—  
But (Oh '!) for me, who have a thousand times  
Been told my Form was bright as Angel's Form,  
To sink amongst Internal black Tormentors!  
Away! I'll shun that thought, myself I'll fly.  
To think is tasting Hell, before I die.  [Exeunt.  

SCENE Changes.  Enter Adellaida, and Amidea. Adel. 
Support me, Amidea; for I sink with Fears!  
And ye Auspicious Stars, Assist! Grant, as I  
Wish to lose a Lover, I may gain a Friend!  Ami. 
See, Madam he comes.  Adel. 
By my Appointment comes— What shall  
I say? How work him to my Wishes?  Ami. 
Denying his despair, Succeeds.  Enter Lorenza. Lor. 
With all the trembling Fears, unhappy Wretches  
View their awful Judge, I am come to know  
From you, the bright disposer of my Fate,  
What is my Doom?  Adel. 
And when that Doom is past, Lorenza the Wise,  
And Brave, Arm with Resolution; and what's  
Irrevocable, bear with unshaken Minds.  Lor. 
Oh pointing Prelude to the sure Blow of Fate!  
Why was I born! Or why preserved to this  
Distracting Hour! ye Malicious Stars that knew  
Me formed the hate of Adellaida? Why in my Cardle did ye  
Forbear to shed your poisonous Fires, and blast my  
Thoughtless Childhood: ere I knew such pangs as these!  Adel. 
Call it not hate, Lorenza, when I profess an  
Esteem particular; which every day increases,  
And grows to an Admiration of your Noble Qualities:  Lor. 
But never will produce the least spark of Love— Say Madam  
Is it not so? Do I not speak your thoughts?  Adel. 
Suppose you came too late: turned Beggar, when I  
Was Bankrupt grown; your worthy Heart is not  
To be Trifled with: therefore I deal without Reserve  Lor. 
Executions tho' delayed, or given Instantly  
Bear equal Terror!  Adel. 
That you, My Lord, already have my Father's Voice,  
Is Granted; Nay, that Minutely I expect his Dread  
Commands, Most true: but that they cannot be by me  
Obeyed, is also a sad Truth; which you must hear!  Lor. 
Hold, ' ere ye pronounce my Fate!— what! never  
Adellaida? no continued Services? not Reiterated  
Prayers? no Expense of Blood? will nothing,  
Nothing move thee? Oh Inexorable!  Adel. 
Had I not thought you the Noblest of Mankind  
I had not Dared thus far; For my Petition is—  Lor. 
I Guess it Madam— what ails my heart to heave!  
But go on— all will be Calm.  Adel. 
Ha! Lorenza! Thy Face grows Pale  
I would have asked thee, to have told the Viceroy  
Thy desires were Changed— But Oh! I find  
Thee fixed, to both our Ruins!  Lor. 
What does my Rival fear my Sword? Or does he  
Scorn me? Or is it height of Pride or Cruelty  
To send me Death, this Torturing way?  Adel. 
Wrong not the Innocent; 'tis I alone would tempt thee  
To a Generous Act: to do a Deed, will set the  
Foremost in Heroic Lovers Fame; to quit thy  
Passion, but to save thy Mistress— for Oh! if you  
Persist, you may heap my Father's wrath upon me;  
Yes, you may cause my Death: My Love ye cannot Cause!  Lor. 
O Severity!— But I'll Complain no more— If I am  
Thy distined Victim, 'tis he, the happy he, shall  
Send me through my Wracked Heart; force his Triumphant  
Way, with hands steeped in my Gore, (a sight will  
Please those Cruel Eyes) Grasp the Bliss: for which,  
Whilst I have Breath, I shall be wishing!  (is going) Adel. 
Hold, Lorenza, against whom dost thou Arm?  Lor. 
Needs that Question? Don Lopez, my Cursed Supplanter!  Adel. 
Stay thee a Moment; and know— That Noble  
Youth's my Husband— If after this knowledge, thou  
Dar'st to lift thy Impious Hands against him;  
If thou dost Wound him (For Chance of 't Rules the Brave:)  
Blasted be my hopes for ever, when I not double all those Wounds  
Upon my Bosom! If I not neglect my latest Prayer;  
And in Cursing thee, forsake the hated World!  Lor. 
Oh wretched State!— Be still, my  
Raging Heart, be still! Bound no more in boiling  
Blood! I'll ope the Sluice; and give thee Ease—  
Turn, Adellaida, swift as thy Wishes! See where  
Thy Fury falls— I have Revenged thee of thy detested Foe!  Adel. 
O desperate Man! Now thou hast Ruined me  [Stabs himself. 
Indeed— Some help there!  Lor. 
All help is vain; when Despair, like mine, gives  
The Blow! There needs no second Aim— say—  
Won't thou Curse me now?  Adel. 
Oh! I must Curse myself for ever! Why, Amidia;  
Dost thou stand aghast? Start from thy sad amaze;  
And fill the Palace with thy Cries.  Amid. 
Help here! help!  [Exit. Adal. 
Lorenzo! thou rash unfortunate!  
What hast thou done?  Lor. 
Ha! Can my Streaming Wound force a relenting  
Tear? Yes, yes, it does: Let not the Precious Balm  
Drop too near my Heart: Lest I Revive;  
And again Torment thee!  Adel. 
Oh! I would waste in never ceasing showers,  
To save thy Noble Life.  Lor. 
Is't possible? Lend me thy Hand; nor shall your  
Too, too happy Husband feel a Jealous pang—  
The Kisses I shall leave upon it, are damped  
With the Cold Dew of Death.  Enter Viceroy, Attended. Vice. 
Whither does this doleful Sound Conduct me?  Adel. 
Behold the Blasting Sight!  Vice. 
Ha! Lorenza Dying! who has done this Cursed Deed?  Lor. 
ay, myself. Farewell my Father—  
Oh Adellaida, Farewell.  (die.) Vice. 
My Son! My Darling Expecttation for ever gone!  
— Ah Trait'riss! Ah Ingrate! well mayst  
Thou Weep: This was thy Work.  Adel. 
Oh Sir!  Vice, 
'Tis past excuse, or Pardon! has my Indulgence caused  
This Disobedience? Cursed then be former Fondness; I shall  
No more behold thee, but with a Loathing Eye.  Adel. 
Fatal Sounds! Drive not your once Loved Daughter  
To Distraction.  Vice. 
Where lernt ye boldness to contemn my Choice? Confusion  
Light upon your Awkard Sex! Give ye your Will;  
Your Headstrong Will, and you'll lead yourselves into perdition.  Adel. 
Kneeling I implore your Mercy— O pity and forgive  
Your Wretched Offspring, with dear Paternal Blessings  
Raise me; Or I shall sink beneath your dreadful Anger!  Vice. 
Pity and Pardon! when I behold the blooming Hopes  
Of Spain leveled by thy base Pride, below the meanest  
Slave! Denied the Sacred Funeral Rites! Raked up in  
Vile Unhallowed Clay! Oh sad Remembrance! 'Tis  
For some Minion this Brave Young Man was Sacrificed—  
But hide him I Charge thee, hide him from thy  
Injured Father, or by my Just Resentment,  
He shall be Years a Dying. I'll have his Eyes pulled out,  
His Flesh by Burning Pincers torn; and when he Roars,  
In heat of Torment, Scalding Oil shall be the Draughts  
Administered, and Add to his Hellish Pains.  Adel. 
See Sir, See; how you drag me on the Earth!  
Send, Send me to Lorenza; but use such killing Words no more  Vice. 
If he scape my Vengeance, may the sure hand of Fate.  
O'ertake him! when with Fond Eager Eyes,  
Thou steals to the Banquet of ungracious Love;  
May'st thou View him the Destruction of thy Hopes,  
Pale, Bleeding, and Dead; as is Lorenza.  Adel. 
Kneel Amida, kneel, prostrate lie on the Ground  
Bathing with me his Feet,  
And lifting up thy Hands, to move him.  Vice. 
This Murder's thine, False Girl! Seek Heaven,  
With Patience, and Prayer, Cry out aloud for Mercy there;  
Which (Oh!) I fear will now be hard to find!  [Exit. Ami. 
Rise Madam, I beg ye Rise,  
These Wounding Griess Consume ye.  Adel. 
Ah Cruel Father! there's something whispers to my heart  
I shall have Peace, in spite of all this Drowning Tempest—  
Yet I will Rouse a little, and warm my most unhappy Love,  
My Dear Unfortunate Brisac: Conjure him  
Fly This Fatal Isle!  
And safety in some humble Harbour find.  
For sure no Star Reigns here, to Lover's kind!  [Exit.   

ACT V.  
Enter Brisac, and Bucarius. Bris. 
THis is the Grove, you say, wherein you did appoint  
That Vile Companion of my Sister's Lust, a Meeting.  Buc. 
It is. And he, bold in his Crimes, defied my  
Challenge; and swore to answer with his Sword.  Bris. 
Enough, The unlooked for Infamy carried such a stain.  
That my Heart detested to Communicate the Story,  
Even to my nearest Friends— Therefore,  
Thou Stranger, (as thou art) If I fail, I leave  
To give my Father and the Enquiring World  
A Just Account.  Buc. 
Impartial Heaven will avert your Fall I dont doubt;  
However, by the Friendship I owe your Sister's Husband,  
The wronged d' Englesack: I'll speak your Actions Nobly.  Bris. 
Yet there is something more—  Buc. 
Freely Declare your Pleasure.  Bris. 
This Letter to the Princess Adellaida, the  
Viceroys only Daughter, deliver from my hand;  
She will take care of you, and my wretched Sister.  Buc. 
Conclude it done; unless your own Commands forbid it.  Bris. 
No more. I see the Villain coming, my rising  
Blood proclaims him so. Be gone; nor  
Watch the Event: But leave the rest to Fate.  Buc. 
Farewell, thou Gallant Man, Honour guide  
Thy Sword through the Polluted Veins  
Of that false Traitor.  Bris. 
Farewell.  Buc. 
[as he goes off.] Fight, Fight, ye thick Skulled Fools,  
Till I part ye! Yet hereabouts my business is to Lurk— For  
Whosoe'ere O'ercomes, this Poisoned Sword dispatches  
Him; besides Roderigo, and choice Russians wait  
Lest they should Parley, and agree.  [Exit. Enter Emilius. Emil. 
Art thou the bold Insulter o'er my Fame; who  
Unprovoked forcest my Arm to Chastise  
Thy Ill-mannered Folly?  Bris. 
So Haughty! But words are a Coward's Armour,  
To hinder my Suspicions— thou art such—  
Speak only this, and then no more— Hast thou not  
Brought from France a Fair False Woman  
Called Lovisa  Emil. 
The truest, and most Charming of her Sex—  
I own I have—  Bris. 
Hold— Now use thy Sword; for mine  
Is eager to be thee.  Emil. 
Heaven Witness, I was never backward—  
Heaven also knows my Soul is free from fear:  
Yet there is something in that Form, which stay's my Arm:  
Sure 'tis the Resemblance of my Lovisa!  Bris. 
Thine, Villain! Thine! Come on; or I shall  
Take thee unprepared.  Emil. 
Disputes thou her! Nay then, farewell  
All thoughts of Peace—  [They Fight, Brisac falls 
My Sword has pierced thee—  
Yet I tremble for't— am strangely  
Shockt! As if I had received the Wound I had given!  Bris. 
Thou hast indeed, o'er come; though I appeal to  
Honour's Rules; and Justify the Attempt.  Enter Bucarius. Buc. 
Ha! My Friend! I'll stretch my pinioned Arm,  
And burst tho new Soddered Sinews to Revenge thee!  Emil. 
Beset!  Bris. 
Hold base Man! Nor call me Friend, and practise  
Villainy like this! Assist ye Powers, my weakness;  
And let me throw my Body twixt their meeting Swords,  Emil. 
Thou art Disarmed.  [Rises. Bris. 
And you are Wounded—  Emil. 
And to be felt, a Scratch!  Buc. [aside.] 
You have both your Banes: And now I'll  
Leave ye.  [Exit. Emil. 
But— What art thou? What unequalled Hero—  
Who in the last Efforts of Life, struglest  
to save thy Enemy?  Bris. 
Justice was still the Master of my Actions— That  
Urged me now to save thee: That prompted me  
To take thy Life, for the abuse of my loved Sister.  Emil. 
Thy Sister! Speak that again— But let a  
Dreadful Bolt of Bellowing Thunder follow,  
And strike me past the Sense of ever hearing more!  Bris. 
Lovisa! To whom, tho' my Veins empty a pace, I  
Blush to own, is my Sister: Married to the Count  
d'Englesack—— and this— Oh  Emil. 
My Wife I swear; as sure as the Destruction  
This Cursed Deed has Drawn upon me— But  
Oh no further Talk; no Words— Lean, and  
Let me bear thee to the adjoining Palace of  
Appamia— There try the power of Art,  
To stay thy Fleeting Life.  Bris. 
To Appamia's!— My Labouring Heart  
Beats quicker at the thought— There I may  
See— But I will not Name her— She  
Shall be happy, and I forgot.  Emil. 
Lean, Sir yet more— Yonder I spy some  
That may assist Us— Oh Fate! Oh Lovisa!  
How shall I ever dare appear before thee;  
Thus sprinkled with thy Brother's Blood?  [Exeunt. Re-enter Bucarius, and Roderigo. Buc. 
The Victims are ready for the Sacrifice— Now let 'em  
Die in whining Tales; and hope Elysium; whilst I Seize  
My exasperated Heroine.— And  
Retire, till the Storm is past.  Rod. 
What's your Design?  Buc. 
To abscond a while; and if the Murmurings prove  
Too loud at Us: To fly to the Indies; and there Revel  
In Love and Pleasure; too great for Laws;  
And happy above the reach of Fate.  Rod. 
I ask but to partake your Fortunes;  
Which ever way they Bend.  Buc. 
You shall Command 'em— haste to Appamia  
The humble way I need no longer move,  
She dares not; cannot now deny her Love  
Her Guilt, and Rival Rage her scorn Disarms,  
I'm paid with nothing but her longed for Charms.  Exev  

SCENE Changes.  Enter Adellaida, and Amedia. Adel. 
How every Sense, is out of Tune, wounded and broken:  
When the Minds disordered, through these Antique  
Cloisters have I walked alone, at the silent Solemn  
Midnight Hour; without the least fear, or apprehension—  
Yet now a Gloomy Evening; and the Fatal Chance  
Of the proceeding Day strikes me with horror:  
Each Marble Pillar seems a shrouded Ghost;  
And the hollow Winds Echo like their Groans!  Amid 
Go back dear Madam! For sure there is unusual Terror  Adel. 
On; and seek Appamia: I have made thee  
A Coward, by my Fears.  Enter Emilius, Brisac, Led. Bris. 
Here let me Rest; any further Motion gives me present  Emil. 
Gently set him down, whilst I fetch help—  [Death. 
Whose there— My Adellaida.  Adel. [returning.] 
Is it Emilius calls?  Emil. 
That Wretch Emilius! Oh Sister! This cursed Hand,  
And this unhappy Sword, I fear has slain a  
Gentleman: Whom now to save I willingly would Die!  Adel. 
What Gentleman!  Emil. 
The Brother to Lovisa my Wife! Behold!  Adel. 
Ah! Murder! Murder! My Love! My Husband  [Falls. Emil. 
Darkness overwhelm me! What dost thou say? upon Bris.  Bris. 
Thy Brother! Oh the strange work of Fate!  
But upbrad him not; nor grieve too much,  
My Charming Bride!  
Upon thy Bosom let the poor Brisac Expire!  
'Tis the Millky-way: And leads I hope to Heaven!  [Dies. Adel. 
Thou shalt not go without me; come back;  
Come back! Open thy Eyes Speak yet again!  
Breath upon me— Alas his Breath is gone!  
Some Angel hat caught the precious Sweet:  
And Treasured it in Immortality!  Emil. 
Her Griess root me with stiff'ning Horror!  
Pale Death Usurps the lively Red, that used to Adorn  
His Face: What Villain with obdurate Heart  
And cruel Eyes could do this! But shall a Wife  
Behold thee thus; and not Revenge Thee?——  
Thy Dagger poiuts, the way detested, and  
Accursed I'll drive thy barbarous Soul to Shades  
Below; if my Sight, almost Drowned in Tears, can  
Guide my feeble Arm!  Emil. 
Strike boldly!  Adel. 
Ha my Brother! My Darling Brother!  
Fall, fall thou Wretch! Strike, strike and wound  
Thyself.  Emil. 
What mean ye?  Adel. 
Prevented then in Desperation, Dig the Earth up!  
Force thy way through to the Centre—. or call upon  
You ponderous Roof to Crush thee!  Amid. 
Help Sir! I cannot hold her!  Emil. 
What shall I do! prithee call my Father hither—  
'Tis now too late to hide aught from him—  [Exit Amid. 
Oh! That at first I had discovered her Love, and mine  Adel. 
My Father! Ah his Curse did this— a Parents  
Curse brought on me all this World of Woe!  
Since than Curses have the power to kill: I'll Curse  
All humane Kind! And first for thee— Despair  
Still gnaw thy Soul; when e'er thou hop'st for Comfort,  
May the deluding Vision vanish from thy Eyes; and  
Such a Sight as my Brisac is now: Be thy  
Perpetual Portion!  Emil. 
I beg ye cease!  Adel. 
Where's now the charming Syllables; that used to carry  
Thrilling pleasure to my Heart; and melting softness  
To my Eyes! 'Tis gone! 'Tis past for ever! Even the  
Last Antidote against Despair, Hope, is gone!—  
Then with never-ceasing Wail fix here, on this  
Dear dead Image, feed thy Soul with Sorrow; till  
I grow Pale and Cold like my Sorrow Love: till  
One Grave (the only Bridal Beremains)  
Receive us both!  Emil. 
Severely has my Fate Ordained, that I should be  
The cruel Causeof these Heart-wounded Griefs!  Enter Viceroy, Amidia. Vice. 
What does this continual Voice of Sorrow mean?  
Still to Alarm me with New Mischiefs!  
Can the time, Measured by so few Hours,  
Produce these various Scenes of Horror?  
Is it Don Lopez, o'er whom my Daughter Weeps?  Amid. 
Not Don Lopez, but a Nobleman of France,  
Who in the late Progress, gained the Heart, and  
Since the Nuptial Vows of my unhappy Mistress!  Emil. 
Oh Sir! Your Son, your wretched Son has done  
All this— Commit me to the hardest Laws,  
My Just Country Decrees— But Oh!  
If e'er in my Obedience I deserved your Favourured  
If my Mother whose loved Memory you Treasured  
As your greatest Bliss, Was dear to ye; when  
Under the Axe, or on the Wrack I expire: Save  
And protect my wife— Send her safely back  
To France: From whence I stole the unequalled prize!  Vice. 
Emilius here! My Eyes, and Ears thus entertained.  
With Sights of Death, and Sounds of Marriage!  
What mean these dismal Riddles?  Adel. 
I can Explain 'em— See Sir your Power, you  
Bid it Rain; and lo from my Eyes whole Deluges  
Have poured— you said I should behold  
Pale Horror in the Face of him, I Loved  
And look how dreadfully you are obeyed!  Vice. 
Alas! 'tis dire Confusion all— But  
Take her from the Body, and Guard her with special Care.  Adel. 
Stand off! Indeed you're to blame,  [They go to take Adel away. 
Do not Father; do not part us now—  
I ask but this Cold Hand— I'll lay it to my  
Heart; and it shall bring me Quiet;  
Everlasting Quiet.  Vice. 
Ye humour her distraction— to some  
Apartment lead her—  Adel. 
Let him come with me then— do, do, Inhuman  
Creatures do; yet all your Forces cannot keep in Life  
I have him still; I hold, I grasp him—  
Ah me! Their cruel strength prevails,  
Another Look— Ye Tigers, my Heartstrings  
Swell, and Ache with painful stretching—  
Once more, and they will burst— Yes, yes,  
My pale dead Love— I shall— I will  
O'er take thee! I will, I will!  [Exit forced off. Vice. 
What have I done, Alonza; to deserve  
Such Punishments? Henceforth never  
Let Man build, in Earth his Happiness;  
Since even our Children, whom we from Heaven are privileged to Love, prove our greatest  
Torments! To the Hall of Justice let this  
Dead Lord be born; and Summon thither the  
Alcade, and all the Officers— Oh Emilius!  
How shall I behold thee now a Criminal to  
Heaven, and me! But I won't Chide thee  
Lest thou shouldst suffer; and thy Father's words  
Prove the sad Presages of ensuing Fate.  Emil. 
You are too good; and I too guilty, for the Blessing  
Of your forgiveness— I feei a Pain almost  
Intolerable; where that Villain touched me with his Sword.  Vice. 
Lead to the Wife you named so tenderly; and let us  
Try to stop the further Current of these Misfortunes.—  Enter Lovisa, led by her Woman; her Hair down, Distracted, Wounded in her Bosom, and Arms. 
— Ha! What Beauteous Wretch is this?  Emil. 
My Lovisa! Or is it some Phantom, raised  
For my Astonishment?  Lov. 
Give me way, I am all Consuming Flames.  
Unhand me. Let me Launch my  
Veins yet Deeper! They are all on Fire!  
Blood cannot quench 'em! My Breath is  
Flakes of Fire! My Eyes like flaming  
Meteors Shoot! My Nerves, my Arteries,  
Like Shrivel'd Parchment shrink in Fire—  
I Burn; I Blaze; I die— Oh that I could—  
For Death they say is Cold!  Emil. 
Speak, La Brette, the Cause; ere I Catch the  
Madness! ere I grow Wild as Winds,  
And Deaf as Storms!  Lab. 
Thus did I find her mangling her own Flesh,  
Tearing her lovely Hair; and Raging in these Direful  
Torments.  Lov. 
Off, off with these  
Burning Robes! Dip 'em in some Spring,  
Then Cover me again; and let 'em Drop, and Drop  
Upon my Fiery Heart; Or turn the Rivers  
On me; Lap me in Cool refeshing Waves—  
Give (Oh give) me Ease!  Emil. 
Oh that I could— that I could know from whence  
These Horrors come Look not thus Distractedly  
Upon me Be Calm, my Love; be Calm!  
And since there is no hope of Life: Let's Die  
In peace!  Vice. 
My Son!  Emil. 
Your Pardon Sir; I have no further wish—  
The Business of my Hours is done!  Vice. 
Alonza! Search, Inquire; these Pangs are greater  
Than Nature gives.  Emil. 
What Starts and what Convulsions  
Dost thou bear! It must be Poison  
But by whom?  Lov. 
Ha! Yet another Blaze; Am I not  
Consumed? My Head is Aetna; All the Springs  
Of Blood, Rolling Seas of Fire  
Bear me to the Frozen North, lay me in a Bed  
Of Snow, will ye not Emilius; No, 'tis impossible,  
The Mass is all on Fire! Ay now the Fabric  
Falls, and I am Ashes.  Emil. 
My Sister's Dagger, Death Lingers. Look up Lovisa.  Vice. 
Alas Emilius! Think upon thy wretched Father!  Enter Bucarius, Dragging in Appamia, and Zelide. Buc. 
Come forth thou Woman! Angel in View  
In Action Fiend! And thou Black  
Accomplice; whose Looks and Deeds are  
Parallel Come forth. My Breath  
Will last, Spite of thy Bloody Hand,  
To tell the Viceroy, the Murders, thou hast Caused  Vice. 
Bucarius' Wounded! Which way shall I turn  
My Bloodshot Eyes? Appamia!  Buc. 
Curses instead of Pity: First upon her, and then on me  App. 
Villain!  Buc. 
I am Indeed a Villain. Love, which sooner or later  
Ruins all Mankind; was my Destruction.  
But, Oh! I find, I cannot end my Story  
Appamia's Love set me on to Mischief, and when  
I claimed the promise, she had made  
(For my Reward) Her person, and her  
Wealth; She answered with a Blow  
By a Poisoned Dagger given Seize  
Her, and that Devil Moor They will finish  
What I cannot Oh!  (die.) Vice. 
How, Madam! Guards put that  
Infidel upon the Wrack immediately.  Zel. 
I Offer up my Limbs; practise your Torments  
Yet not all the Agonies, Spain, or hell can.  
Invent shall force Confession from me,  
That will Injure my Loved Mistress!  App. 
Oh thou Strik'st me deeper, than my Conscience;  
'Twas my Command forced the unhappy Wretch;  
Save her from the Wrack; And I will own the fatal Turth  Vice. 
Appamia! Is't possible— Is this Lovely  
Creature by thee Destroyed?  App. 
No; by Emilius  Emil. 
ay! did I? Falser than Malice in the Mouth  
Of Envy! Invention blacker than Hell Creates!  App. 
the Cordial (Fool!) 'tis true, it was by me  
Prepared, but you conveyed it to the Charmers Lips.  Emil. 
Hell and Despair! What could provoke  
Thee? How have I been Deceived!  App. 
Dull, and Insensible had I not Eyes,  
As well as thy Lovisa? She saw and Loved,  
And ventured all— So would I  
My Flames were Fiercer far than hers.  
Which disappointed, turned to black Revenge,  
Accomplished now, but Oh for thee, ungrateful  
As thou wert, To thy Death I never did consent;  
Nor that I care to be believed, for all things now are  
Equal with me: But when that dead Villain brought  
The Fatal News, That with Invennomed Steel he had  
Touched thee; I with the Poisoned Dagger, which he  
named gave back the Blow, and there he lies at  
Once the proof of my Revenge, and Love.  Vice. 
How Terrible's a Woman's rage; but the Law  
Must speak thy Sentence: Secure. 'em Guards.  App. 
The Law! but will that end my Misery,— haste  
Late I begin to see the Fatal Ills my unhappy  
Love has caused; My Zilide, who now shall Shield us  
From the Terros of Despair? Let me for ever  
Warn my Sex, and fright 'em from the thoughts of  
Black Revenge, from being by Violent Passions  
Swayed. Murder! And am I the cause? Fall Mountains  
On this Guilty Head, and let me think no more.  Vice. 
Emilius— Is there any Hopes?  Emil. 
Still there is warmth about her Heart  
Her Eyes too Glimmer, like dying Tapers—  
Oh my Lovisa! My Love has been thy Bane.  Lov. 
I grow Cool Emilius; thou mayst receive me now,  
And not be set on Fire— This I can bear—  
Thus I could have died, And not Complained!  Emil. 
what pains hast thou not born; what  
Wracking Misery; When the Pangs of  
Death are thought refreshing ease!  
Hold off a little.— Thus let us meet,  
Thus let me Clasp thee— Thus will  
We Mount together.  (Stabs himself.) Vice. 
O Fatal End of all my Hopes!  Emil. 
Farewell the blooming Expectation  
Of a Prosperous Life— Also farewell  
The wracking Cares, the Treacheries, the  
Woes, that might have been my Fate!—  
Your Pardon Sir, My Disobedience, thus punished, Claims it.  
How fares my Partner (even in Death)  
One Kiss— the last, that I shall ever take— Oh!  [Dies. Lov. 
Stay, my Emilius; I am a Stranger  
Here; and have been hardly used— No  
Friend to Close my Dying Eyes? He's gone!  
I follow— Lay me by the Man I have Loved;  
With whom I would have Lived, for whom I Die.  [Dies. Vice. 
Appamia, My Foster Daughter, but  
I have done, heavens' Mercy overtake thy  
Crimes: On Earth thou wilt meet with none.  
Alonza, Thee I Substitute in full Authority,  
Till farther Orders from the Court of Spain Arrive, and will  
Myself, for ever from the World retire  
Leaving this sad Truth behind: That Parents  
Should not, beyond the hopes of Heaven  
Their Children Prize.  
Nor Indulged Children dare to Disobey,  
Lest they are punished such a dismal way.    
FINIS.