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A41818
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Gratiae theatrales, or, A choice ternary of English plays composed upon especial occasions by several ingenious persons.
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T. W., fl. 1662. Thorny-abbey.; Watson, Thomas, d. 1686.
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1662
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Wing G1580; ESTC R26436
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you punish Bish. Happy is England in so blest a King Whose only pleasure is his Subjects safety Edm. Our self will play the thrifty husbandman And plucke the ranke weedes from the fruitfull earth That Justice may manure our tillage so That Peace may spring and Equity still grow King And herein shall you doe your self much right For know my Brother all my studies be To banish vice and call back exilde virtue And but to leave it quietly to Thee That art true heyre to all our Soveraignty Edm. Which care if it fall on this tender unapt prop I shall with patience bear the heavy load And with my care break my now quiet sleep And let my eyes and eares still open be To heare and see with pure integrity King Brother be gone You are the Earle of London let us see The City by your care so ordered be That no oppression wrong her pray be carefull Edm. Brother I shall and so I take my leave For to redress in what I can the wrongs Of the poor wretches that with bended knees Throw down their wrongs prayers all at once Oh may their eare be deaf that stops their eares Against the poor that plead with supplyant teares Exit King Be it your charge good Sibert to proclaim In all the government you hould of us As Gloster Worster Warwicke Coventry That all oppressed people may repair Here to your Castle where wee 'l doe them Justice Sib. I shall my Leige the Divel shall damme um first King Keep carefully those papers they contain Severall complaints for whose redress our self Will this day sitt in Counsel to determine Believe me Lords that Prince whose faire example Drawes other to be good may justly claim His peoples love and live in books of Fame Exit Sib. So then I see in this the threatning storm is come And points at me which we must cast to shunne So all those ills he means to punish now My Conscience tells me I have in some sort acted Tush what of that who dares accuse me for 't Say on my back I wear the poor mans sweat My power and greatness might have borne that out But that this vertuous King in this bad age Will needs be good and here in my own house Grant some access unto the multitude That all with base exclaimes as loud as thunder Accuse my actions and in them my life Ent. Emma Em Come Sir I have overheard your passion Take my counsell let not the name of King Dishearten Thee or strike amasing terror to thy heart Were it ten Kings that should oreturn my State I 'de work my safety out of all their ruines Sib. Oh He or I must down Em. Then let him die There is no other way to set you free Sib. Thou hast awak't me and I must confess Thy cousell though through danger points at safety And I will tak 't in time the King shall die To save my life is soundest Policy Exit Ent. Anne Lobster Ioane Io. You lay all on me Lobster Lob. And I should lay all my wayt on thee Ioane thou must Not refuse it for thou knowst women are born to beare Io. I but not such burthens Lob. Nay and you beare not me you l ne're beare child I warrand you Ioane An. So Sir what discant can you make Lob. I young M iâ— but it is upon the plain old Song That every one desires to sing a part in Io. You have it without book Mr Lobster Lob. Oh by the book in any case it must be prickt to them An. Very well Sir whatsoever maids beare they must be sure To bear your knavery for thou art never loaden with that Lob. Or else I were worse then clean linnen Mris For maydes use to beare that Ent. Old Thorny and Woodford Th. Come Cosin Woodford Are you not weary with my long discourse Wo. By my good hopes I swear unless your change Will interrupte me with some other matter I shall find naught to talke on but my daughter Th. I tell you Sir her duty modesty and huswifry Are such large theams and so delightfull to me As I can speak no other Wo. Sir you doe that which all tongues else proclaim Your daughter is the mirror of this City And nothing that is good can glut my eares beside Your talke hath made the way seem short For see we are upon them see your man Sir Th. Hee 's kissing of my maid by the masse how now Lobster What are you doing Sirra Lob. The clothes are drie Sir and Ioane and I am a foulding Th. Thou art foulding her in thy armes me thinks away knave 'T is well done girle and harke you Mr Woodford I have already vow'd a single life Chiefly to give her all unto her portion Oh it would joy my heart to see her well-bestow'd That she might keep my name alive unto posterity She shall have rich possessions to indow her To a good husband Ent. Edmund and Gaâ—foord Wo. Her face without possessions will deserve Th. St. Cozen what honourable Persons have we here Fore heaven it is my Soveraign's brother Noble Edmund The Earle of London our gratious Lord He must not pass without my duty health to your Grace Edm. Our thanks good Thorney Iustice is now impeacht And is araignd by fell oppressors And craves you as a prop for to uphold here Th. A weak decaing prop my noble Lord. Edm. In this small scedule is a mass of wrongs Which crie for a redress be it your care to summon All that are opprest for to repaire to the Earle of Coventry There to give up their grievances Th. It shall be speedily performed my Lord. Edm. A heavenly prospect what fair Creature 's that Wo. His daughter Th. My only Child my Lord even all the fruit That heaven that time and death hath left unpluct From this old sapple-tree Edm. It is a fair one Sir what sudden fire is this That shoots through all my vaines 't is scorching heat 'T is of aspiring flame and through my eyes Shootes a hot lustfull fire that must be quencht In yonder Sea of pleasure no trick yet I hav 't Sir you have a fair ring here trust me I never saw a richer in my eye troth 'T is a fair one or else my fancy wrongs me Th. You praise it to the best my Lord and yet I love it This guift did part my loving wife and me Peace with her Spirit and yet my honored Lord I am no scrupulous Idolater to keep such notes To my perpetual vows it shall be yours Edm. This curtesie for ever bindes me to you I will in some measure gratify your kindness Pray in exchange accept this ring of mine Th. Be your own Chapman Sr please you bestow it I 'l weare it for your sake Edm. With all my heart Knews't thou the sequell of this rings intreaty Thou wouldst have bin more nice in parting with 't But I forget me I must to the King Th. We shall