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Knows any thing which be's asham'd to tell me. Plac'd some coarse peasant's cub, and thou art he!
Cas. Oh, much too oft. Our destiny contriv'd Cas. Thou art my brother still.
[Draws. In its first pangs didst trust me with thy passion, Yet I am calm. Wbilst l'still smooth'd my pain with smiles Pol. A coward's always so. before thee,
Gas. Ab!-ah!--that stings home! Coward! And made a contract I ne'er meant to keep. Pol. Ay, base-born coward! villain! Pol How!
Cas. This to thy heart, then, though my Cas. Süll new ways I studied to abuse thee,
mother bore thee! And kept thee as a stranger to my passion, [They fight; Polydore drops his Sword, Till resterday I wedded with Monimia.
and runs on Castalio's. Pol Ab: Castalio, was that well done? Pol. Now my Castalio is again my friend. Cas. 1o; to conceal't from thee was much Cas. What have 1 done? my sword is in a fault.
thy breast. Pol A fault! when thou hast beard
Pol. So would I bare it be, thou best of men, The tale l'll tell, what wilt thou call it then? Thou kindest brother, and thou truest friend! Cas. How my heart throbs!
Cas. Ye gods! we're taught that all your Pol. First , for thy friendship, traitor,
works are justice: I cancel thus: after this day I'll ne'er Ye're painted merciful, and friends to innocence: Hold trust or converse with the false Castalio! If so, then why these plagues upon my head? This witness, heaven.
Pol. Blaine not the heav'ns, 'tis Polydore Cas. What will my fate do with me?
has wrong'd thee; Tre lost all happiness, and know not why!
I've staind thy bed; thy spotless marriage joys What means this, brother?
Have been polluted by thy brother's lust. Pal. Perjur'd, treacb'rous wretch,
Cas. By thee? Farewell!
Pol. By me, last night, the horrid deed Cas. Il be thy slave, and thou shalt use me Was done, when all things slept but rage Just as tbou wilt, do but forgive me.
and incest, Pol. Nerer.
Cas. Now, where's Monimia? Oh! Cas. Oh! think a little what thy heart is doing :
Enter MONIMIA: How, from our infancy, we hand in hand Mon. I'm here! who calls me? Have tred the path of life in love together. Methought I heard a voice One bed has held us, and the same desires, Sweet as the shepherd's pipe upon the mountains, The same versions, stíll employ'd our thoughts. When all his liule flock's at feed before him. Wbene'er bad I a friend that was not Polydore's But what means this? here's blood! Or Polrdore a foe that was not mine? Cas. Ay, brother's blood! Een in the womb we embrac'd; and will Art thou prepar'd for everlasting pains? thou now,
Pol. Oh! let me charge thee, by th' eternal For the first fault, abandon and forsake me?
justice, Leave me, amidst afflictions, to myself, Hurt not her tender life! Plgozd in the gulf of grief, and none to help me? Cas. Not kill her?
Pol Go to Monimia; in her arms thou'lt find Mon. That task myself have finish'd : I shall die Repose; she has the art of healing sorrows. Before we part: I've drunk a healing, draught 1 Ces. What arts?
For all my cares, and never more shall wrong Pol Blind wretch! thou husband? there's
thee, a question!
Pol. Oh, she's innocent.
Cas. Tell me that story, Cas. What?
And thou wilt make a wretch of me indeed. Pel. Whore? I think that word needs no Pol. Hadst thou, Castalio, us'd me like a friend, explaining
This ne'er had happen'd; hadst thou let me know Cas. Alas! I can forgive e'en this to thee; Thy marriage, we had all now met in joy: But let me tell thee, Polydore, I'm griev'd But, ignorant of that, Tc find thee guilty of such low revenge, Hearing th' appointment made, enrag‘d to think To song that virtue which thou couldst not ruin. Thou badst undone me in successful love, Pol li seems I lie then!
I, in the dark, went and supply'd thy place; Cos. Should the bravest man
Whilst all the night, midst our triumphant joys, That e'er wore conq'ring sword, but dare to The trembling, tender, kind, deceiv'd' Monimia, whisper
Embrac'd, caress'd, and call'd me her Castalio. "That thou proclaim'st, he were the worst of
Mon. Now, my Castalio, the most dear ofmen, Wr friend may be mistaken.
Wilt thou receive pollution to thy bosom, Pol Damn the evasion!
And close the eyes of one that has betray'd thee? Tu mean'st the worst! and he's a base-born Cas. 0, I'm the unhappy wretch, whose villain
cursed fate That said I lied!
Has weigh’d thee down into destruction with him: Car. A base-born villain!
Why then thus kind to me! Pok Yes! tbou never cam'st
Mon. When I'm laid low i'th' grave, and from old Acasto's loins: the midwife put
quite forgotten, Asbeat upon my mother; and, instead May'st thou be bappy in a fairer bride! Of a true brother, in the cradle by me But none can ever love thee like Monimia.
When I am dead, as presently I shall be More sorrows on thy aged father's head! (For the grim tyrant grasps my heart already), Tell me, I beg you, tell me the sad cause Speak well of me: and if ihou find ill tongues of all tbis ruin. Too busy with my fame, don't hear me wrong’d; Cas. Thou, unkind Chamont, 'Twill be a noble justice to the memory, Unjustly hast pursu'd me with thy hate, Of a poor wretch, once honour'd with thy And sought the life of him that never wrong'd love. [Dies:
Now, if thou wilt embrace a noble vengeance, Enter CHAMONT and Acasto.
Come join with me, and curseCham. Gape, earth, and swallow me to Cham. What? quick destruction,
Acas. Have patience. If I forgive your house!
Cas. Patience! preach it to the winds, Ye've overpower'd me now!
To roaring seas, or raging fires! for curs'd But, hear me, heav'n!-Ah! here's a scene of As I am now, 'tis this must give me patience: death!
Thus I find rest, and shall complain no more. My sister, my Monimia, breathless!—Now,
[Slabs himself. Ye pow'rs above, if ye have justice, strike! Chamont, to thee my birthright I bequeath:Strike bolts through me, and through the curs'd Comfort my mourning fatber-heal bis griefs; Castalio!
[Acasto faints into the Arms of a Servant. Cas. Stand off! thou hot-brain'd, boisterous, For I perceive they fall with weight upon bimnoisy russian!
And, for Monimia's sake, whom thou wilt find And leave me to my sorrows.
I never wrong'd, be kind to poor SerinaCham. By the love
Now all I beg is, lay me in one grave I bore her living, I will ne'er forsake her; Thus with my love--Farewell! I now amBut here remain till my heart burst with sobbing.
[Dies. Cas. Vanish, I charge thee! or
Cham. Take care of good Acasto, whilst Igo [Draws a Dagger. To search the means by which the fates bare Cham. Thou canst not kill me!
plagu'd us. That would be kindness, and against thy nature! 'Tis thus that heav'n its empire does maintain: Acas. What means Castalio ? Sure thou wilt It may afflict; but man must not complain. not pull
[Exeunt. de seted, abother Speciater was written, to tell what impression it made upon Sir Roger de Coverley; and ou the first sigát a select audience, says l'ope, was called together to applaud il.
P H I L I P S. AMBROSE PAIlirs was descended from a very ancient and considerable family of that name in Leicestershire. He was born about the year 1671, and received his education at St. John's ('ollege, Cambridge. During his stay at the ur.is versity he wrote his Pastorals, which acquired him at this time a high reputation. He also, in 1700 published a life ! John Williams, Lord Keeper of the Great Seal, Bishop of Lincoln, and Archbishop of York in the reigns of King Jame: and Charles I. in which are related some remarkable occurrences in those limes, both in church and state : with appendix, giving an account of his bencfaclions lo St. John's College. When he quitted the university, and Londun, he became a constant attendant al, and one of the wits of, Button's coffee-house, where he oblained the friend ship and intimacy of many of the celebrated geniuses of that age, more particularly of Sir Richard Steele, who, in th first volume of his Tatler, has inserted a little poem of Mr. Philips's, which he calls a Winter Piece, dated from a penhagen, and addressed to the Parl of Dorset, on which he bestows the highest encomiums; and, indeed, so justice is there in these his commendations that even Pope himself, who had a fixed aversion for the author, while affected to despise his other works, ilsed always to except this from the number. Sir R. Steele intended to produce M. Philips's Pastorals with a critical comparison of them, in favour of Philips, with Pope's; but Pope artfully look task upon himself, and, in a paper in The Guardian, by drawing the like comparison, and giving a like preference, on principles of criticism apparently fallacious tried to point out the absurdity of such a judgment. A quarrel ess: Pope was too much for Philips in wil; and Philips would have been too much for Pope in fisty-culls, if he had n. his appearance at l'ulon's, where a rod had been hung up for him by Philips. Pope wisely avoided the argume.. Baculinum. Mr. Philips's circumstances were in general, through his lise, not only easy, but rather afluent, in quence of his being connected, by his political principles with persons of greal rank and consequence. He after the accession of King George !, put into the commission of the peace; and, in 1717, appointed one of the cos missioners of the lottery; and, on his friend Dr. Bðulter's being made primale of Ireland, he accompanied that
pre across St. George's Channel, where he had considerable preferments bestowed on him, and was elected a members House of Commons there, as representative for the county of Armah. In Sep! 1734, he was appointed register of Prerogative Court in Dublin. Al length, having purchased an annuity for lite of four hundred pounds, he came England some time in the year 1748, but did not long ening his furtune, being struck with a palsy, of which hs June 18, 1749, in his 75th year, at his lodgings near Vauxhall.
THE DISTREST MOTHER. ACTED at Drury Lane, 1712. This play is little more than a translation from the Andromaque of Racine. however, very well translated, the poetry pleasing, and the incidents of the story so affecting that although it all the French tragedies, rather loo heavy and declamatory, yet il never fails bringing lears into the eyes of a audience; and will, perhaps, ever continue to be a stock play on the lists of the theatres. The original author, hot has deviated from history and Philips likewise followed his example in making Hermione kill herself on the Pyrrhus, who had been slain by her instigation ; whereas, on the contrary, she not only survived, but became Orestes. How for the licentia poetica will authorize such oppositions to well-known facts of history, is, howe. point concerning which we have not time at present to enter into a disquisition. Dr. Johnson observes, that work requires no uncommon powers; but that ine friends of Philips excried every art to promote his interest. Before eppearance of the play, a whole Speclator, none indeed of the best, was devoted to iu praise; while it yet continue
Attendants on Pyrrhus 1 1
and Orestes, etc. SCENE-A great Hall in the Court of Pyrrhus, at Buthrotos, the capital City of Epirus.
His lovely daughter, to the happy Pyrrhus, SCENE. I.
Th’avenger of his wrongs, thou saws'i my grief,
My torture, my despair; and how I draggd, Enter ORESTES, Pylades, and Attendants. From sea to sea, a heavy chain of woes.
Ores. O Prledes! what's life without a friend! O Pylades! my heart has bled within me, At sight of thee my gloomy soul cheers up, To see thee, press'd with sorrows not thy own, Miy bopes revive, and gladness dawns within me. Still wand'ring with me like a banish'd man, After an absence of six tedious moons,
Watchful, and anxious for thy wretched friend, How could I hope to find my Pylades, To temper the wild transports of my mind, My joy, my comfort! on this fatal shore! And save me from myself. Even is the court of Pyrrhus ? in these realms, Pyl. Why thus unkind ? These hated realms, so cross to all my wishes. Why will you envy me the pleasing task O, my brate friend! may no blind stroke of late Of generous love, and sympathising friendship? Divide us more, and tear me from myself.
Öres. Thou miracle of truth! But hear me on. Pyl. O prince! O my Orestes! ( my friend! When in the midst of my disastrous fale, Thus let me speak the welcome of my heart. I thought how the divine Hermione,
[Embraces. Deaf to the vows, regardless of my plaints, Since I have gain'd this unexpected meeting, Gave up herself, and all her charms, to Pyrrbus; Blest be the powers that barr'd my way to Greece, Thou may'st remember, 1 abborr'd her name, And kept me here! e'er since the unhappy day Strove to forget her, and repay her scorn. When warring winds (Epirus full in view) I made my friends, and even myself, believe Sunder'd er barks on the loud stormy main. My soul was freed.
Alas! I did not see, Ores. It was, indeed, a morning full of horror! That all the malice of my heart was love. Pyl A thousand boding cares have rack'd Triumphing thus, and yoi a captive still,
In Greece I landed; and in Greece I found In your behalf. Often, with tears, I mourn'd The assembled princes all alarm'd with fears, The fatal ills, to which your life's involvd; In which their common safety seem'd concern'd. And grudg'd you dangers which I could not share. I joined them: for I hopd that war and glory I feard to what extremities the black despair Might fill my mind, and take up all my thoughts; That prey'd upon your mind, might have be- And that my shatter'd soul, impair’d with grief, tray'd you;
Once more would reassume its wonted vigour, And lest the gods, in pity to your woes:
And every idle passion quit my breast.
Ores. But see the strange perverseness of And oumerous followers that surround you here,
my stars, Speak beller fortunes, and a mind dispos'd
VVhich trows me on the rock I strove to shun! To relish life.
The jealas chiefs, and all the states of Greece, Ores. Alas! my friend, who knows
With oe united voice complain of Pyrrhus; The destiny to which I stand reserv'd! That nev, forgetful of the promise giv'n, I come in search of an inhuman fair; And midless of his godlike father's late, And live or die, as she decrees my fate. Astyana he nurses in his court; Pyl. You much surprise me, prince! I thought Astyans, the young, surviving hope
Of ruin! Troy: Astyanax, descended of your nnpity'd, unsuccessful passion.
From long race of kings-great Hector's son. WÁr, in Epirus, should you hope to find Pyl. name still dreadful in the ears of Greece! Hermicee less cruel, than at Sparta ?. Bui, pnce, you'll cease to wonder why the child I thought her pride, and the disdainful manner Lives ius protected in the court of Pyrrhus, In which she treated all your constant sufferings, Whe you shall hear the bright Andromache, Had broke your fetters, and assur'd your Aislely captive, charms him from his
The other's beauty guards the helpless son. Asband of your repulse, and slighted rows,
Os. Your tale confirms what I have heard; You bated her; you talk'd of her no more:
and hence Priace, you deceir'd me.
Sprg all my hopes. Since my proud rival wooes Ores. I deceiv'd myself.
Anher partner to his throne and bed, Do not upbraid the unhappy man that loves thee. Ilenione may still be mine. Her father, Thou know'st I never hid my passion from thee; Ty injurd Menelaus, thinks already Thou saw'st it, in its birth, and in its progress; Idaughter slighted, and th' intended nuptials And when at last the boary king, her father,' 1long delay'd. I heard his loud complaints Greal Menelaus, gave away his daughter,
Vith secret pleasure; and was glad to find
Th’ ungralesul maid neglected in her turn, Himself, in all his sorrows, at her feet.
[Exit Pylades. Pyl. Oh, may you keep your just resentments warm!
Enter PYRRHUS, Phoenix, and Attendants. Ores. Resentments! O my friend, too soon Before I speak the message of the Greeks, I found
Permit me, sir, to glory in the title They grew not out of hatred. I am betray’d: Of their ambassador; since I behold I practise on myself, and fondly plot Troy's vanguisher, and great Achilles son, My own undoing. Goaded on by love, Nor does the son rise short of such a father: I canvass'd all the suffrages of Greece; If Hector fell by him, Troy fell by you. And here I come, their sworn ambassador, But what your father never would have done, To speak their jealousies, and claim this boy: You do. You cherish the remains of Troy; Pyl. Pyrrhus will treat your embassy with And, by an ill-tim'd pity, keep alive
The dying embers of a ten years' war, Full of Achilles, his redoubted sire,
Have you so soon forgot the mighty Hector? Pyrrhus is proud, impetuous, beadstrong, fierce; The Greeks remember his high brandish'd sword, Nade up of passions: will be then be sway'd, That_hilld their state with widows and with And give to death the son of her he loves?
orphans; Ores. Oh, would be render up Hermione, For which they call for vengeance on And keep Astyanax, I should be blest! Who knows what he may one day prove? He must; he shall: Hermione is my life,
Who knows My soul, my raplure! I'll no longer curb But he may brave us in our ports, and alld The strong desire that hurries me to madness: With Hector's fury, set our fleets on blaze? I'll give a loose to love; I'll bear ber hence; You may, yourself, live to repent your mercy. I'll tear, her from his arms; I'll—O, ye gods! Comply then with the Grecians' just demands; Give me Hermione, or let me die!
Satiate their vengeance, and preserve yoursell. But tell me, Pylades, how stand my hopes? Pyr. The Greeks are for my safety more conIs Pyrrhus still enamour'd with her charms?
cern'd Or dost thou think he'll yield me up the prize, Than I desire. I thought your kings were met The dear, dear prize, which he has ravish'd On more important counsel. When I heard from me?
The name of their ambassador, I hop'd Pyl. I dare not flatter your fond hopes so far; Some glorious enterprise was taking birth. The king indeed, cold to the Spartan princess, Is Agamemnon's son dispatch'd for this? Turns all his passion to Andromache, And do the Grecian chiefs, renown'd in war, Hector's afflicted widow. But in vain, A race of heroes, join in close debate, With interwoven leve and rage, he sues Toplot an infant's death? What right bas Greece The charming captive, obstinately cruel. To ask his life? Must I, must | alone, Oft he alarms her for her child, confin'd Of all her scepter'd warriors, be deny'd Apart; and when he tears begin to flow, To treat my captive as I please? Know, prince As soon he stops them, and recals his threats, When Troy lay smoking on the ground, and each Hermione a thousand times has seen
Proud victor shar'd the harvest of the war, His ill-requited vows return to her; Andromache, and this her son, were mine; And takes his indignation all for love. Were mine by lot. And who shall wres What can be gather'd from a manso various ?
them from me? He may, in the disorder of his soul,
Ulysses bore away old Priam's queen; Wed her be bates, and punish he he loves. Cassandra was your own great father's prize
Ores. But tell me how the wrong' Hermione Did I concern myself in what they won? Brooks her slow nuptials, and ishonour'd Did I send embassies to claim their captives charms?
Ores. But, sir, we fear for you, and for our Pol. llermione would fain be bought to
Troy may again revive, and a new llector Her wavering lover, and disdain his alsehood; Rise in Ástyanax. Then think betimesBut, spite of all her pride and conscios beauty, Pyr. Let dastard souls be timorously wise She mourns in secret 'her neglected harins, But tell them, Pyrrhus knows not how io forn And oft has made me privy to her tars; Far fancied ills, and dangers out of sight. Still threatens to be gone, yet still se stays, And sometimes sighs, and wishes fo Orestes,
of Troy; Ores. Ah, were those wishes from er heart, Her walls, her bulwarks, and ber gates of brak
Her kings, her heroes, and embatiled armies. I'd fly in transport [Flourisłwithin. Pyr. I call them all to mind; and see them.
Pýl. Hear! The king approaches Consus'd in dust; all mix'd in one wide ruin! To give you audience. Speak your nbassy All but a child, and he in bondage held. Without reserve: urge the demands of reece; What vengeance can we fear from such a Troy And, in the name of all her kings, reire If they have sworn to extinguish Hector's rar Thai Hector's son be given into your inds. Why' was their vow for twelve long month Pyrrhus, instead of granting what they sk,
deferr d ? To speed his love, and win the Trojan ame, Wly was he not in Priam's bosom slain Will make it marit to preserve her sori He should have fall'a among the slaughter'd hea But, see: he comes!
Whelm'd under Troy. His death had thOres. Meanwbile, my Pylades, Go, and dispose Hermione' to see
My fury then was wi!bout bounds; but no llei lover, who is come thus far, to throw
My wrath appeas'l, must I be anel still
And, deaf to all the tender calls of pity, I go to weep a few sad moments with him.
Pyr. Ah, madam, should the threats of Mark out some other victim; my revenge
Greece prevail, Has had its till . What has escap'd from Troy You'll bave occasion for
indeed. Shall not be sar'd to perish in Epirus.
Andro. Alas! what threats? What can alarm Ores. I need not tell you, sir, Astyanax
the Greeks? Was doom'd to death in Troy; nor mention bow There are no Trojans left. The craftr mother sar'd her darling son. Pyr. Their hate to Hector The Greeks do now but urge their former sen- Can never die: the terror of his name tence :
Still shakes their souls, and makes them dread Nor is't the bar, but Hector, they pursue; The father draws their vengeance on the son: Andró. A mighty honour for victorious The Gather, who so oft in Grecian blood
Greece, Has dreneb'd his sword; the father, whom the To fear an infant, a poor friendless child! Greeks
Who smiles in bondage, nor yet knows himself May seek e'en here. Prevent them, sir, in time. The son of Heclor, and the slave of Pyrrhus. Pyr. No! let them.come; since I was born Pyr. Weak as he is, the Greeks demand his life,
And send no less than Agamemnon's son Ele rizal wars. Let' them now turn their arms To setch him bence. On bi wibo conquer'd for them. Let them come; Andro. And, sir, do you comply And in Epirus seck another Troy.
With such demands? This blow is aim'd at me. Twas thus they recompens’d my godlike sire; Ilow should the child avenge his slaughter'd sire? Thus was Achilles thank'd. But, prince, re- But, cruel men! they will not have him live member,
To cheer my heavy heart, and ease my bonds. Thrir black ingratitude then cost them dear. ! promis'd to myself in bim a son, Ores. Shall Greece then find a rebel son in In him a friend, a husband, and a father. Pyrrhus?
But I must suffer sorrow heap'd on sorrow, Pyr. Have I then conquer'd to depend on And still the fatal stroke must come from you. Greece?
Pyr. Dry up those tears; I must not see Ores Hermione will sway your soul to peace,
you weep; Aed mediale 'twixt her father and yourself. And know, I have rejected their demands. Her beasts will enforce my embassy.
The Greeks already threaten me with war; Prr. Hermione may have her charms, and 1 But, should they arm, as once they did for Helen Nav love her still
, though not her father's slave. And hide the Adriatic with their fleets ; I mus, in lime, gire proofs that I'm a lover; Should they prepare a second ten years' siege But bever must forget that I'm a king, And lay my towers and palaces in dust; Nearwhile, sir, you may see fair Helen's I am determined to defend your son, daughter:
And rather die myself than give him up. knew how near in blood you stand ally'd. But, madam, in the midst of
all these dangers Izet done, you have my answer, prince. "The Will you refuse me a propitious smile? Greeks,
Hated of Greece, and press'd on every side, Ni doubt, expect your quick return. Let me not, madam, while I fight your cause,
(Exit Orestes and Attendant. Let me not combat, with your cruelties, Phoe. Sir, do you send your rival to the And count Andromache amongst my foes. princess?
Andro. Consider, sir, how this will sound Pır. I am told that be has lov'd her long.
How can so great a soul betray such weakness? Ilie vou not cause to fear the smother'd flame Let not men say, so generous a design * kindle at her sight, and blaze anew;
Was but the transport of a heart in love. And she be wrought to listen to his passion? Pyr. Your charms will justify me to the world. Pyr. Ay, let them, Phoenix; let them love Åndro. How can Andromache, a captive
their full: Lubem go hence; let them depart together: O'erwhelm’d with griet, a burden to herself, riber let them sail for Sparta; all my ports llarbour a thought of love? Alas! what charms
open to them both. From what constraint, Have these unhappy eyes, by you condemn'd Mbalistsome thoughts, should I then be re- To weep for ever? Talk' of 'it no more. liev'd!
To reverence the msfortunes of a foe; Phoe. But, sir
To succour the distress'd; to give the son Por. I shall another time, good Phoenix, To an afflicted mother; to repel bsom to thee all my thoughts: for see, Confederate nations, leagu'd against his li'
(Exit Phoenir. Unbrib'd by love, unterrify'd by threats,
To pity, to protect him: ihese are cares, Enter ANDROMACHE and CepuisA.
These are exploits worthy Achilles' son - 1, madam,
Pyr. Will your reseniments, then, my hopes so far as to believe
for ever? 1 me to seek me here?
Must Pyrrhus never be forgiven? "Tir finden. This way, sir, leads .
My sword has often reek'd in Phryg luose apartments where you guard my son. And carry'd havoc through your roy: in you permit me, once a day, to visit But you, fair princess, amply have
I have left of Hector and of 'Troy, Old Priam's vanquishid house and
Phoe. ls so,