The prophetess, or, The history of Dioclesian written by Francis Beaumont and John Fletcher ; with alterations and additions, after the manner of an opera ; represented at the Queen's Theatre, by Their Majesties servants.
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- The prophetess, or, The history of Dioclesian written by Francis Beaumont and John Fletcher ; with alterations and additions, after the manner of an opera ; represented at the Queen's Theatre, by Their Majesties servants.
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THE PROPHETESS.
ACT I.
SCENE I.
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Take heed.
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Most willingly.
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Now you do bravely.
And tho' it cost my Life, I'll see it publish'd.
Away, and do it instantly.
Be prosperous.
And let the Villain fall.
Fear nothing, Madam.
Lay down the Boar.
The Fool says true.
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What?
O, my Conscience, the Fellow believes it.
But what shall we do the whil'st?
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Come down, ye Dunce? is it not dead?
I know not.
His Throat's cut, and his Bowels out.
Thou know'st she is a Prophetess.
A Scratch, a Scratch.
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It akes, and troubles thee; that makes thee angry.
Certain, you much mistake her.
She's a holy Druid.
Heaven knows, I don't believe it.
Thou hast a perfect Malice.
I do think it.
I believe it certain.
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How?
She comes: Go take your Stand.
Now shew your Holiness, or you howl for't, Beldame.
Son, you are wise.
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But when? or how?
Cum Aprum interfeceris.
I have kill'd many.
Ha! Pray come hither.
I find a present Ill.
How?
But I scorn it.
Do you so? Do you so?
Have you spied me? Then have at ye.
Fling, Cousin.
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No more of that.
Be free again, and have more pure Thoughts in ye.
I shall forget my Life else.
And shall he have, as you say, that kills Aper?
Now mark, and understand.
A pretty Farm i'faith.
And th' Emperor's Sister, the fair Aurelia for his Wife.
You, if you dare?
Lie with her? I, what else man?
You talkt (Sir,) of Proscriptions.
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Aper?
Now; now have you found the Boar?
I have the meaning now, most blessed Mother —
Did you see him?
No.
It is most true Son. Aper's a Villain, and a Murderer.
I am gone; I thank you.
Pray, Maximinian, pray.
I'll Pray, and Work too.
Find your own Faith: remember what you Vow'd.
Oh, Mother.
Prosper.
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ACT II.
SCENE I.
I grant 'twas most unkind.
I, my Drusilla?
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And how soon he is instructed.
See how low he bows.
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Does not the Body begin to putrifie?
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A Watch at Noon! This is a new Device.
Stand.
I am arm'd against all Danger.
Now my Fate guide and direct me.
So blunt?
Treason.
'Tis Truth, and I will make it good.
Lay hands upon 'em, or kill 'em instantly.
I'll keep my Distance; I do not like the Sport.
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Diocles!
I know him; the bravest Soldier of the Empire.
Stand; if thou advance an Inch, thou art dead.
We all know it well.
How? dead!
Let your own Eyes inform you.
Most unheard of Villany!
And with all Cruelty to be reveng'd.
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A Diocles! A Diocles! A Diocles.
Good Aunt, where are we?
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Forbear.
No; I confess, my Life's a burthen to me.
Strike Musick from the Spheres.
Oh now you honour me!
Ha! Musick in the Air!
This is miraculous!
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First SONG.
GReat Diocles the Boar has kill'd, Which did infest the Land; What Heart is not with Rapture fill'd? Who can his Joys command? Down, down the bloody Villain falls, Hated, contemn'd of All; And now the mighty Spirit calls, For Rites of Funeral.CHORUS.Sing Io's! praise the Thundring Jove, Pallas and Venus share; Since the All-charming Queen of Love, Inspires the God of War.Second SONG, by a Woman.
CHaron, the peaceful Shade invites, He hastes to Waft him o're; Give him all necessary Rites, To land him on the Shore. Sound all your Instruments of War, Fifes, Trumpets, Timbrels play; Let all Mankind the Pleasure share, And bless this happy Day.CHORUS.Sound all your Instruments, &c.
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Omit no Ceremony, that may be for his honour.
LET the Soldiers rejoyce, With a general Voice, And the Senate new Honours decree 'em; Who at his Armies Head, Struck the fell Monster dead, And so boldly, and bravely did free 'em.CHORUS.Rejoyce, Rejoyce, &c.
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To Mars let 'em raise, And their Emperors praise, A Trophy of the Armies own making; To Maximinian too, Some honours are due, Who joyn'd in the brave undertaking.CHORUS.Rejoyce, Rejoyce, &c.With Flowers let 'em strow, The way as they go, Their Statues with Garlands adorning, Who from Tyrannies Night Drave the Mists in their Sight, And gave 'em a glorious Morning.CHORUS.Rejoyce, Rejoyce, &c.Then a Symphony of Flutes in the Air, and after this SONG.
SInce the Toils and the Hazards of War's at an end, The Pleasures of Love should succeed 'em; The Fair should present what the Senators send, And compleat what they have decreed 'em.With Dances and Songs, with Tambours and Flutes, Let the Maids shew their Joy as they meet him; With Cymbals and Harps, with Viols and Lutes, Let the Husbands and True Lovers greet him.
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CHORUS.Let the Priests with Processions the Hero attend, And Statues erect to his Glory; Let the Smoak from the Altars to Heaven ascend, All sing Great Diocles Story.
He ne'er thinks of me, nor of your Favour.
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Relie on me.
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Prodigious!
How soon the Day's o're-cast!
Can there be a Stop to all my Happiness?
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ACT III.
SCENE I.
Now we'll appear.
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Oh blessed Mother!
I know all this is holy Truth.
Believe, and prosper.
'Tis Piles, an't please your Worship.
I thank your Honour.
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Your Worship's merry.
See him enter'd. How does your Daughter?
The better for your Worship.
You see the Edile's busie.
Send him the Piece; he likes it.
And eat the best Wild Boar at that same Farmer's.
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I think it should be so.
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He must not; it stands not with his Royalty.
You must forget their Names; your Honour bids you.
A rare Magistrate! another Solon sure.
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Bless me ye Powers!
How? were it not wise?
Take heed, proud Man.
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There are none yet, Sir, but no doubt there will be.
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You shall have many, many notorious People.
What are these?
What have I done?
Besides, thou art a Woman of a leud life.
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You shall; I have Devils of all kinds ready for you.
Yes, very well.
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Shall these Devils be at my command?
O deliver me! deliver me!
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Fair Princess's, ought to have tender thoughts.
'Tis most true, mighty Princess.
Musick and a SONG.
Enter Maximinian, he stands gazing on the Princess all the time of the Song.WHat shall I do to show how much I love her? How many Millions of Sigh's can suffice? That which wins other Hearts, never can move her, Those common methods of Love she'll despise.I will love more than Man 'ere lov'd before me, Gaze on her all the Day, melt all the Night; Till for her own sake at last she'll implore me, To love her less to preserve our delight.
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Since Gods themselves could not ever be loving, Men must have breathing Recruits for new Joys: I wish my Love could be always improving, Tho' eager Love more than Sorrow destroys.In Fair Aurelia's Arms leave me expiring, To be Embalm'd by the Sweets of her Breath; To the last Moment I'll still be desiring: Never had Hero so glorious a Death.
Oh my dear Friend, where have you been?
Why have you fled my Love, and my Embraces?
Is this real? I dare not trust my Senses.
I shall be mighty!
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Tho' I be hang'd, I'll on.
This sweet young Man—
Oh Prophetess! Incomparable Woman!
You are not mad?
For Honours sake, be careful.
Oh my fair Mistris!
Who is this Fellow?
I'll tell you who: I am your Husband, Madam.
Husband to me?
Yes, to you, Madam: I am Dioclesian.
'Tis false, thou art not he: Thou that brave Man!
Is there no Shame, no Modesty in Woman?
Thou one of his high Rank!
Good Gods! What ails she?
What can this mean?
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Ha! What is this?
And do you speak this truly?
She's mad, and you must pardon her.
By Heaven, she hangs on him!
Be not disturb'd, Sir; 'tis but the Fondness of her Fit.
I am fool'd; and if I suffer this—
You, Sir,
Well, Sir.
Base as thou art, how durst you touch that Lady?
Villain, be gone.
Good Sir, leave me; I am a Trouble to my self now.
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Behold him now, and tell me how thou lik'st him.
What think you now, Girl?
Good Aunt, speak mildly; behold how pitiful he looks.
I find, and feel too, that I am miserable.
Thou art, most miserable.
And didst thou work this Mischief?
I did, and will pursue it.
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I will have pity.
Oh Aunt! now I am blest!
Be not both young and cruel. Kneeling I beg it still.
Rise, Sir, I grant it. Now, Aunt, he is my own.
Thou art deceiv'd; not yet, Girl.
Thou shalt not, Fool.
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ACT IV.
SCENE I.
Where was my Diocles when this was done?
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Now we hear great Dioclesian speak.
Happiness, and glorious Victory attend great Caesar.
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Could you have added to this Affliction?
And I had been the cause of all this woe.
'Tis wonderful!
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Approach it; view it nearer.
You are deceiv'd, it is Illusion all.
Miraculous!
Now you revive me.
You shall ne're repent it.
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That's the necessity of our speedy March.
Come, fear not, you shall want nothing.
We'll make you fight, as you were mad.
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Here's a brave Soldier!
Nay then I honour him.
March on I say.
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Sure these Romans, are more than men.
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Let us have Liberty, or full Revenge.
I; Liberty, or Revenge.
There's Fire in this.
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Bear up man; 'tis but a scratch.
Thou shalt fright men.
I die! I am gone! oh my sweet Phisnomy!
They come: now fight, or die indeed.
Nay, then I have a Goad to prick you forward, Ox.
Fight like a Man, or die like a Dog.
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Oh brave! brave Geta! he plays the Devil now.
Victory, Victory.
SONG.
SOund, Fame, thy Brazen Trumpet sound; Stands in the Centre of the Universe, And call the listning World around, While 〈…〉〈…〉 Tuneful Sounds rehearse,
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In Artful Numbers, and well-chosen Verse, Great Dioclesian's Story. Let all rehearse, In lofty Verse, Great Dioclesian's Glory. Sound his Renown, Advance his Crown Above all Monarchs that e're blest the Earth. Oh sacred Fame, Embalm his Name, With Honour here, and Glory after Death. All sing his Story, Raise, raise his Glory Above all Monarchs that e're blest the Earth. Oh sacred Fame, Embalm his Name, With Honour here, and Glory after Death.
'Twas against my will; but now I am content with it.
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Now, in the Devil's Name, what means he next?
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What follows now?
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And I'll make the Change most happy.
ACT V.
SCENE I.
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Here's Charinus, with Anger on his brow.
'Tis true; and wonder you durst attempt it.
Durst, Charinus!
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Dost think this great Man will continue with us?
It shall be done: But who comes here?
No doubt 'tis some great Man.
Your Greatness, or your Mightiness, what you please, Sir.
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We all acknowledge you.
I hope you will, Sir.
We'll have the best, Sir, young, handsom Girls.
You shall, Sir.
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I, I, any thing; and Bag-pipes that shall play alone.
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Hold, hold, leave off a while.
What ail you Mother? you look pale, and tremble.
I will.
Alive my Cousin?
How, Sir?
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Fear nothing.
This shall not help you.
How thick the Flashes come! we shall be burn'd all.
We cannot stir.
Oh it shakes still!
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Long live the good and gracious Dioclesian.
CAll the Nymphs and the Fawns from the Woods.
The Nymphs, &c.
Call the Naides, and Gods of the Floods.
The Naides, &c.
Call Flora, and Comus.
Flora, &c.
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Silenus, and Momus.
Silenus, &c.
Call Bacchus, and his merry merry Fellows.
Bacchus, &c.
Silvanus, and Ceres, and Tellus.
Silvanus, &c.
All leave for a while their Abodes.
All leave, &c.
While a Symphony is Playing, a Machine descends, so large, it fills all the Space, from the Frontispiece of the Stage, to the farther end of the House; and fixes it self by two Ladders of Clouds to the Floor. In it are Four several Stages, representing the Pallaces of two Gods, and two Goddesses: The first is the Pallace of Flora; the Columns of red and white Marble, breaking through the Clouds; the Columns Fluted and Wreath'd about with all sorts of Flow'rage; the Pede∣stals
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and Flutings inrich'd with Gold. The Second is, The Pallace of the Goddess Pomona, the Columns of blue Marble, wound about with all kind of Fruitage, and inrich'd with Gold as the other. The Third is, The Pallace of Bacchus, the Columns of green Marble, Wreath'd and Inrich'd with Gold, with Clusters of Grapes hanging round 'em. The last is the Pallace of the Sun; it is supported on either Side by Rows of Termes, the lower part white Marble, the upper part Gold. The whole Object is terminated with a glow∣ing Cloud, on which is a Chair of State, all of Gold, the Sun breaking through the Cloud, and making a Glo∣ry about it: As this descends, there rises from under the Stage a pleasant Prospect of a Noble Garden, con∣sisting of Fountains, and Orange Trees set in large Vases: the middle Walk leads to a Pallace at a great distance. At the same time Enters Silvanus, Bacchus, Flora, Pomona, Gods of the Rivers, Fawns, Nymphs, He∣ro's, Heroines, Shepherds, Shepherdesses, the Graces, and Pleasures, with the rest of their followers. The Dancers place themselves on every Stage in the Ma∣chine: the Singers range themselves about the Stage.
CHORUS of all.
Behold, oh mightiest of Gods, behold, At thy command we come! The Gay, the Sad, The Grave, the Glad, The Youthful, and the Old, All meet as at the Day of Doom. Behold, oh mightiest of Gods, behold, At thy command we come!
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AH the sweet Delights of Love! Who would live and not enjoy 'em? I'd refuse the Throne of Jove, Should Pow'r or Majesty destroy 'em. Give me Doubts, and give me Fears, Give me Sighs, and give me Tears; But let Love, let Love remove 'em. I approve 'em, I approve 'em; But let Love, let Love remove 'em.
LEt Monarchs fight for Pow'r and Fame, With Noise and Arms Mankind alarm; Let daily Fears their Quiet fright, And Cares disturb their Rest at Night. Greatness shall ne'er my Soul inthral; Give me content, and I have all.Hear, Mighty Love! to thee I call; Give me Astraea, she's my All: That soft, that sweet, that charming Fair, Fate cannot hurt while I have her. She's Wealth, and Pow'r, and only she, Astraea's all the World to me.CHORUS.Hear, Mighty, &c.
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MAke room, make room, For the great God of Wine, The Bacchanals come With Liquor Divine. Make room, &c.
STill I'm wishing, still desiring; Still she's giving, I requiring; Yet each Gift I think too small. Still the more I am presented, Still the less I am contented, Tho' she vows she has given me all.Can Drusilla give no more? Has she lavish'd all her Store? Must my Hopes to nothing fall? Ah! you know not half your Treasure; Give me more, give over-measure, Yet you can never give me all.
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ALL our Days and our Nights Shall be spent in Delights, 'Tis a Tribute that's due to the Young: Let the Ugly and Old, The Sickly and Cold, Think the Pleasures of Love last too long.
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Be gone, be gone importunate Reason, Wisdom, and Councel is now out of Season.Let us Dance, let us Sing, While our Life's in its Spring, And give all to the Great God of Love. Let us Revel, and Play, And rejoyce, while we may, Since Old Time these Delights will remove. Be gone, be gone importunate Reason, Wisdom, and Councel is now out of Season.CHORUS.Be gone, be gone, &c.The Sixth Entry on the farthest Stage by Two Children.Then this CHORUS of all.Triumph, Triumph victorious Love, Triumph 'ore the Universe! The greatest Hero's bow to thee; All Nature owns thy Deity; Thou hast tam'd the mighty Jove. Then all rehearse, In Noble Verse, The Glory of all-mighty Love. From Pole to Pole his Fame re-sound, Sing it the Universe around! Triumph, Triumph victorius Love, Triumph 'ore the Universe.
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What Drums are those?