O speak-for now my passions wait thy voice: My beating heart grows calm, my blood stands still, Scarcely I live, or only live to hear thee. Eudo. If yet but can it be !-I fear-Oh Phocyas, Let me be silent still! Pho. Hear then this last, This only prayer-Heaven will consent to this. Eudo No more This shakes [A cry is heard of persons slaughtered in the camp. -What shrieks of death! I fear a treacherous foe-have now fort, Fly, save them, save the threaten'd lives of Christians, My father and his friends!-I dare not stayHeaven be my guide to shun this gathering ruin! Enter CALED. [Exit. -O Mussulmans, look here! Be Where, like a broken spear, your arm of war Eum. Ha! Caled? Abu. Dumb and breathless. Then thus has Heaven chastised us in thy fall, Caled. [Entering.] So-Slaughter, do thy In his own blood is quench'd. work! These hands look well. [Looking on his hands. The jovial hunter, ere he quits the field, First signs him in the stag's warm vital stream With stains like these, to show 'twas gallant sport. Phocyas! Thou'rt met-But whether thou art Pho. Hold-pass no further. Caled. What, dost thou frown too!-sure thou Pho. Not know thee !--- Yes, too well, I know thee now. O murderous fiend! Why all this waste of blood? Didst thou not promise Caled. Promise!- -Insolence! 'Tis well, 'tis well-for now I know thee too. Perfidious mungrel slave! Thou double traitor! False to thy first and to thy latter vows! Villain! Pho. That's well-go on-I swear I thank thee. Speak it again, and strike it through my ear! then Revenge, or death! The last I well deserve, That vielded up my soul's best wealth to thee. For which accursed be thou and cursed thy prophet! Abu. Bear bence his clay Back to Damascus. Cast a mantle first Eum. Still just and brave! thy virtues would adorn A purer faith! Thou, better than thy sect, Abu. [Aside.] O, Power Supreme! That mad'st my heart, and know'st its inmest frame! If yet I err, oh lead me into truth, Enter ARTAMON and EUDOCIA, Eudo. Alas! but is my father safe? Arta. Heaven knows. To search you out: and let you know this news. I've more; but that— Arta. Is bad, perhaps, so says No flattery now. By all my hopes hereafter, For the world's empire I'd not loose this death! Alas! I but keep in my fleeting breath A few short moments, till I have conjured you This sudden pause. Well, be it so; let's know That to the world you witness my remorse it. Forgetting all thy wrongs, in kind embraces Pho. Moments are few, And must not now be wasted. Oh, Eumenes, [They advance. Eum. Look, look here, Eudocia ! Behold a sight that calls for all our tears! Eudo. Phocyas, and wounded!-Oh what cruel hand Pho. No, 'twas a kind one-Spare thy tears, Eudocia ! For mine are tears of joy. Eudo. Is't possible? -the powers supreme have heard my prayer, And prosper'd me with some fair deed this day. I've fought once more, and for my friends, my country. By me the treacherous chiefs are slain; a while ven For my past errors, and defend my fame; For know-Soon as this pointed steel's drawn out Life follows through the wound. Eudo. What dost thou say? Oh touch not yet the broken springs of life! hour I scarce have tasted wo!--this is indeed Pho. No more— -death is now painful! Eum. Constantinople is my last retreat, Shall waste away; 'till Heaven relenting hears -no Eum. Alas! he falls. Help, Artamon, support him. Look how he bleeds! Let's lay him gently down. daughter! She faints-Help there, and bear her to her tent. My heart was full before. Alas! he hears not now, nor sees my sorrows! EPILOGUE. WELL, Sirs; you've seen, his passion to approve, own. These generous madmen gratis sought their ruin, And set nc price, not they-on their undoing. For gain, indeed, we've others would not dally, you. In practice all agree, and every man But leave we this-Since in the circle smile THE PROVOKED WIFE: A COMEDY, IN FIVE ACTS. BY SIR JOHN VANBRUG H. REMARKS. THIS play has abundance of whimsical situation, although the characters are not very powerfully discriminated. Sir John was sensible of the grossness of making cuckoldom familiar, and thus left the point doubtful to the ob ject, at the close of the play. Through the whole Drama, the dialogue is excessively smart, and frequently witty. The manners are so far valuable to us, as they exhibit what was thought a Rake in the time of Vanbrugh. To say the truth, however, the character has suffered little change; the whole consists in abusing an unfortunate class of females, and assaulting the nightly guardians of the Peace. It was as a full atonement for the licentiousness of the Provoked Wife, that he conceived and began the Provoked Husband. PROLOGUE. SINCE 'tis the intent and business of the stage, Experience shows, to many a writer's smart, So much of the old serpent's sting you have, All tickle on th' adventuring young beginner, 749 ACT I. Enter SIR JOHN. 'twould be: but I thought I had charms enough to govern him; and that where there was an es tate, a woman must needs be happy; so my va nity has deceived me, and my ambition has made me uneasy. But there's some comfort still; if one would be revenged of him, these are good Sir J. What cloying meat is love-when ina- times; a woman may have a gallant, and a sepatrimony's the sauce to it! Two years marriage rate maintenance too-The surly puppy—yet nas debauched my five senses-Every thing I he's a fool for't: for hitherto he has been ne see, every thing I hear, every thing I feel, every monster: but who knows how far he may provoke thing I smell, and every thing I taste-methinks me? I never loved him, yet I have been ever has wife in't No boy was ever so weary of his true to him; and that, in spite of all the attacks tutor, no girl of her bib, no nun of doing penance, of art and nature upon a poor weak woman's or old maid of being chaste, as I am of being heart, in favour of a tempting lover. Methinks married. Sure there's a secret curse entailed so noble a defence as I have made, should be reupon the very name of wife. My lady is a youngwarded with a better usage-Or who can tell lady, a fine lady, a witty lady, a virtuous lady -and yet I hate her. There is but one thing on earth I loath beyond her: that's fighting.Would my courage come up to a fourth part of my ill-nature, I'd stand buff to her relations, and thrust her out of doors. But marriage has sunk me down to such an ebb of resolution, I dare not draw my sword, though even to get rid of my wife. But here she comes. Enter LADY BRUTE. Lady B. Do you dine at home to-day, Sir John? Sir J. Why, do you expect I should tell you what I don't know myself? Lady B. I thought there was no harm in ask ing you. Sir J. If thinking wrong were an excuse for impertinence, women might be justified in most things they say or do. Lady B. I'm sorry I have said any thing to displease you. -Perhaps a good part of what I suffer from my husband, may be a judgment upon me for my cruelty to my lover-But hold-let me go no further-I think I have a right to alarm this surly brute of mine-but if I know my heart-it will never let me go so far as to injure him. Enter BELINDA. Lady B. Good morrow, dear cousin. Bel. Good morrow, Madam, you look pleased this morning. Lady B. I am so. Bel. With what, pray? Lady B. With my husband. Bel. Drown husbands! for yours is a provoking fellow as he went out just now, I prayed him to tell me what time of day 'twas; and he asked me if I took him for the church-clock, that was obliged to tell all the parish. Lady B. He has been saying some good obliging things to me too. In short, Belinda, he has used me so barbarously of late, that Í could almost resolve to play the downright wife Sir J. Sorry for things past, is of as little im--and cuckold him. portance to me, as my dining at home or abroad ought to be to you. Lady B. My inquiry was only that I might have provided what you liked. Sir J. Six to four you had been in the wrong there again; for what I liked yesterday I don't like to-day, and what I like to-day 'tis odds I mayn't like to-morrow. Lady B. But if I had asked you what you liked? Sir J. Why then there would be more asking about it than the thing is worth. Lady B. I wish I did but know how I might please you. Sir. Ay, but that sort of knowledge is not a wife's talent. Lady B. Whate'er my talent is, I'm sure my will has ever been to make you easy. Sir J. If women were to have their wills, the world would be finely governed. Lady B. What reason have I given you to use me as you do of late? It once was otherwise; you married me for love. Sir J. And you me for money; so you have your reward, and I have mine. Lady B. What is't that disturbs you? u? Lady B. Why, what has he done to you' Sir J. He has married me, and be damned to him. [Exit. Lady B. The devil is in the fellow, I think. I was told before I married him, that thus Bel. That would be downright indeed. Lady B. Why, after, all, there's more to be said for't than you'd imagine, child. He is the first aggressor, not I. Bel. Ah, but you know we must return good for evil. Lady B. That may be a mistake in the translation. Pr'ythee, be of my opinion, Belinda; for I'm positive I'm in the right; and if you'll keep up the prerogative of a woman, you'll likewise be positive you are in the right, whenever you do any thing you have a mind to-But I shall play the fool and jest on, till I make you begin to think I'm in earnest. Bel. Isha'n't take the liberty, Madam, to think of any thing that you desire to keep a secret from me. Lady B. Alas, my dear, I have no secrets.— My heart could ne'er yet confine my tongue. Bel. Your eyes, you mean; for I am sure I have seen them gadding, when your tongue has been locked up safe enough. Lady B. My eyes gadding! Pr'ythee, after who, child? Bel. Why, after one that thinks you hate him, as much as I know you love him. Lady B. Constant, you mean. Bel. I do so. Lady B. Lord, what should put such a thing into your head? Bel. That which puts things into most people's heads, observation. |