Plays Written by Mr. Nathaniel Lee

This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1722 Excerpt: ...Pope shall e'er Be fix'd in Rome, while Borgia is alive, fi But by this Hand. The Gentry are all mine P For ever, gain'd by Presents and Preserments: The Span'ill) Cardinals are mine devoted, With all that are conspicuous in the College., What-then can Fortune do? I laugh at her; Spurn all thole Shrines and Altars, which weak Wretches, Heroes and Fools, devoutly raise to gain her. Math. Vet hear me, Borgia, hear the oddest Story That ever Melancholy told the World: This Morning, being early in the Vatican, Far in the Library, at the upper end, Methought I saw two stately Human Forms, Lying at distance, wrapt in Linen Shrouds. Approaching nearer with a stedfast Gaze, As now I look upon the Prince I honour, I saw the Figure of the Pope your Father Stretch'd on the Floor, pale, ghastly, cold and dead; And by his Side, with Horror upon Horror, And double Tremblings, saw my Lord, your self, My very C&far, like a new-laid Ghost, Swoln, black, and bloated, while your inclos'd. Eyes, All blood-shot, fix'd on mine their dreadsul Beams. Borg. Fumes, Fumes,'my Machiavel, the efsects of Phlegm; Gross Humours, Fumes, which from thy thicker Blood Stream up like Vapours from a foggy PooJ. Hack. I am apt to think it bu a leap of Fancy, A jading of the Mind, which, quite tired out With Thought's eternal Toil, strikes from the Road: Yet, as you prize your Lise, let me conjure you, Beware Afcanio, his long red Coat Hides a most mortal and inveterate Foe. Borg. I know him, Mach'tavel, and sooth him on, As he would me. But Borgia does assure thee,. That he, that scarlet poisonous Luxury, With his adherent Biothers, shall this Night, H 3 Iven Even in the midst of Kisses, Oaths, Embraces, Eurst in the Vatican, and shed their Venom. Mach. Your Father is a Master of his Breast,...