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Show 'f^rmdTLo'ie, Or, 34-* __-- """ Of one, ™l»'"^nood a Virgin Crown'd Near this, in Fetters, i wound . "r^itoDKcfiSlesalftheAir. , 5 " ' h , f " gravels, (hews fome A r m y near Alt). T P^r^!o°^;vPTrmade, To h"m I promis'd the Pretoria* Band. Your Duty in your fwift Compliance fhow, I wUl provide fome other Charge for you. ffi M a y C 4 V s Pleafure ever be obey d, With that fubmiffion which by m e is paid. N o w all the Curfes Envy ever knew, r ^ Or could invent, P ^ « « pjrfue. ^. Ptenfof docs too tamely bear his lot., This new Pretender will all Power ingrofs: All things muft now by his Direction m o v e, A i, ™ Sir muft rcfisn vour Father s Love. A a H e s ' X N » » his Repute muft bow : There grow no Bays for any other Brow. He blafts m y early Honour in the f b"^ . Like fome tall Tree the Monfter ot the W o o d : O'er-fhading all which under him would grow, He {beds his Venom on the Plants below. Alb You muft fome noble Aftion umterta Equal with his, your o w n Renown to make. Char. Iam not for a flothfnl Envy born, I'll do't this day, in the dire Vifion's fcorn. He comes: W e T w o , like the Twin-Stars appear , Never to fhine together in one Sphere. • I * * ? nir" ^iD' FMer Porphyrins *k»t* Max. Porphyrins, Welcome, Welcome as the Light To cheerful Birds, or as to Lovers, Nitjit. Welcome as what thou bring'ft me, Victor Per. That waits, Sir, on your Arms, and not on me. You left a Conqueft more than half atehiev'd 5 And for whofe eafinefs 1 almoft griev'd. Yours only the /Egyptian Laurels are, I bring you but the Reliques of your W a r . The Chriftian Princefs to ruviveyour doom. Is from her Conquer'd Alexandria Her Mother, in another Veffel lent, A Storm furpriz'd, nor know 1 the event: Both from your Bounty muft receive their State, Or muft on your Triumphant Chariot wait. Max. From m e they can expect no Grace, whofe Minds, A n execrable Superftition blinds. Apoll. The Gods w h o rais'd you to the World's Command. Require thefe Victims from you* grateful Hand. 7be Royal Martyr. ? + J Por. T o minds refolv'd, the threats of Death are vain • They run to Fires, and there enjoy their pain : Not Mucius made more hafte his Hand t'expofe T o greedy Flames, than their whole Bodies thofe. Max. H o w , to their o w n deftruftion they are blind! Zeal is the Pious madnefs of thc Mind. Por. They all our Fam'4 Philofophers defie- A n d would our Faith by force of Reafon try. Apoll. I beg it, Sir, by all the Powers Divin That in their Right this Combat m a y be mine; Max. It fhall, and Fifty Doctors of our Laws be added to you, to maintain the Caufe. Enter Berenice the Emprefs, Valeria Daughter to the Emperor, Erotion. Placid. The Emprefs and your Daughter, Sir, are here. P<?r. W h a t dangers in thefe charming Eyes appear ? H o w m y old W o u n d s are open'd at this view? And in m y Murdvers Prefence bleed a n e w, Max. I did expect your coming to partake The general Gladnefs which m y Triumphs make. Y o u did, Porphyrins, as a Courtier know, But as a Conqueror behold him now. Ber. Y o u k n o w (I read it in your blufhing Face) T o Merit, better than receive a Grace : A n d I k n o w better filently to o w n, Than with vain words to pay your Service done. Por. Princes, like Gods, reward ere w e deferve , A n d pay us in permitting us to ferve. O h might I ftill grow here, and never m o v e ! Ber. H o w dangerous are thefe Ecftafies of Love! H e thews his Paffion to a Thoufand Eyes! H e cannot ftir, nor can I bid him rife. That word m y Heart refufes to m y Tongue. Max. Madam, you let the General kneel too long Por. Too long, as if Eternity were fo! Ber. Rife, good Porphyrins, ( fince it muft be fo.) Por. Like Hermits, from a Vifion, I retire, W i t h Eyes too weak to fee what I admire. [Looking on the Emprefs. [To the Ladies.. [To Por- [ Kneeling to kifs her Hand. [ Lower, [Afide. [Afide. [Afide. [Rifing. [Afide, [ Afide. •ch wit i and Trumpets. Val. The Emprefs knows your worth, but, Sir, there bef To Porphyrins,'^ Thofe w h o can value it as high as fhe. \ kjjfes her Hand. A n d 'tis but juft, (fince in m y Father's Caufe You fought) your Valour fhould have m y Applaufe. Placid. O Jealoufie, h o w art thou Eagle-Ey'd ! She loves, and would her Love in Praifes hide : H o w a m I bound this Rival to purfue, W h o ravifhes m y Love and Fortune too ! Max. Somewhat of Mournful, fure, m y Ears does w o u n d , j [A dead march with- Like the hoarfe murmurs of a Trumpets found, \ in, A n d Drums unbrae'd, with Soldiers broken Cries. Enter Albinus. Albinus, W h e n c e proceeds this difmal noife ? Alb. T o o foon you'll k n o w what I want words to tell. Max. H o w fares m y Son, Is m y Charinus well ? Not anfwer m c ! O h m y Prophetick fear! Alb. H o w can I fpeak, or h o w , Sir, can you hear ? Imagine that which you would moft deplore, A n d that which I would fpeak, is it, or more? Max. Thy mournful Meffage in thy Looks I read : Is he ( O h that I live to ask it ) dead? Alb. Sir. • ' -v Max. Stay, if thou fpeak'ft that word,thou fpeak'ft thy lalt t Some G o d now, if he dares, relate what's paft : Say but he's dead, that G o d fhall mortal be. Alb. Then what I dare not fpeak, look back and fee. f Charinus born in dead by Soldier t. Max, |