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A39810	The tragedy of Thierry, King of France, and his brother Theodoret as it was diverse times acted at the Blacke-Friers by the Kings Maiesties servants / written by John Fletcher, gent.	Fletcher, John, 1579-1625.; Massinger, Philip, 1583-1640.; Beaumont, Francis, 1584-1616.	1648 (1648)	Wing F1352; ESTC R30457	40,910	42

vagabonds Theod. I am glad to heare it Prethee what course takes shee to doe this Vitry One that cannot faile shee and vertuous traine With her jewels and all that was worthy the carrying The last night left the court and as 't is more Then said for 't is confirm'd by such as met her She 's fled unto your brother Theod. How Vitry Nay storme not For if that wicked tongue of hers hath not Forgot its pace and Thierry be a Prince Of such a fiery temper as report Has given him out for you shall have cause to use Such poore men as my selfe and thanke us too For comming to you and without petitions Pray heaven reward the good old woman for 't Mirt. I foresaw this Theod. I heare a tempest comming That sings mine my kingdomes ruine hast And cause a troope of horse to fetch her back Yet stay why should I use meanes to bring in A plague that of her selfe hath left me Muster Our Souldiers up we 'ele stand upon our gard For we shall be attempted yet forbeare The inequality of our powers will yeeld me Nothing but losse in their defeature something Must be done and done suddainly save your labor In this I 'le use no counsell but mine owne That course though dangerous is best Command Our daughter be in readinesse to attend us Martell your company and honost Vitry Thou wilt along with me Virty Yes any where To be worse then I am here is past my feare Exeunt Act. 2. Scoe. 1. Enter Thierry Brunhalt Bawdber Lecure c. Thier. You are here in a sanctuary and that viper Who since he hath forgot to be a sonne I much disdaine to thinke of as a brother Had better in despight of all the gods To have raized their Temples and spurn'd downe their altars Then in his impious abuse of you To have called on my just anger Brun. Princely sonne And in this worthy of a neere name I have in the relation of my wrongs Been modest and no word my tongue delivered I expresse my insupportable injuries But gave my heart a wound nor has my grief Being from what I suffer but that he Degenerate as he is should be the actor Of my extreames and force me to devide The fiers of brotherly affection Which should make but one flame Thier. That part of his As it deserves shall burne no more if or The teares of Orphans widdows or all such As dare acknowledge him to be their Lord Ioyned to your wrongs with his heart blood have powre To put it out and you and these your servants Who in our favours shal finde cause to know In that they left not you how deere we hold them Shall give Theodoret to understand His ignorance of the prizelesse Iewel which He did possesse in you mother in you Of which I am more proud to be the doner Then if the absolute rule of all the world Were offer'd to this hand once more you are welcome Which with all ceremony due to greatnesse I would make knowne but that our just revenge Admits not of delay your hand Lord Generall Enter Protaldie with souldiers Brun. Your favour and his merit I may say Have made him such but I am jelious how Your subjects will receive it Thier. How my subjects What doe you make of me Oh heaven my subjects How base should I esteeme the name of Prince If that poore dust were any thing before The whirlewinde of my absolute command Let them be happy and rest so contented They pay the tribute of their harts knees To such a Prince that not alone has power To keepe his owne but to increase it that Although he hath a body may adde too The fam'd night labour of strong Hercules Yet is the master of a continence That so can temper it that I forbeare Their daughters and their wives whose hands though strong As yet have never drawne by unjust meane Their proper wealth into my treasury But I grow glorious and let them beware That in their least repining at my pleasures They change not a milde Prince for if provok'd I dare and will be so into a Tyrant Brun. You see there 's hope that we shall rule againe And your falne fortunes rise Bawdb. I hope your Highnesse Is pleas'd that I should still hold my place with you For I have been so long us'd to provide you Fresh bits of flesh since mine grew stale that surely If cashir'd now I shall prove a bad Cator In the Fish-market of cold chastity Lecure. For me I am your owne nor since I first Knew what it was to serve you have remembred I had a soule but such a one whose essence Depended wholy on your Highnesse pleasure And therefore Madam Brun. Rest assur'd you are Such instruments we must not lose Lecure-Bawdb Our service Thier. You have view'd them then what 's your opinion of them In this dull time of peace we have prepar'd them Apt for the war Ha Prota Sir they have limbes That promise strength sufficient and rich armors The Souldiers best lov'd wealth more it appeares They have beene drill'd nay very prettily drill'd For many of them can discharge their muskets Without the danger of throwing off their heads Or being offensive to the standers by By sweating too much backwards nay I finde They know the right and left hand file and may With some impulsion no doubt be brought To passe the A B C of war and come Vnto the Horne-booke Thier. Well that care is yours And see that you effect it Prota. I am slow To promise much but if within ten dayes By precepts and examples not drawne from Worme eaten presidents of the Roman wars But from mine owne I make them not transcend All that e're yet bore armes let it be said Protaldye bragges which would be unto me As hatefull as to be estem'd a coward For Sir few Captaines know the way to win him And make the souldiers valiant You shall seeme Lie with them in their trenches talke and drinke And be together drunke and what seemes stranger We 'le sometimes wench together which once practis'd And with some other care and hidden acts They being al made mine I 'le breath into thē Such fearelesse resolution and such fervor That though I brought them to beseege a fort Whose walls were steeple high and cannon proofe Not to be undermind they should fly up Like swallowes and the parapet once wonne For proofe of their obedience if I willed them They should leape downe againe and what is more By some directions they should have from me Not breake their neckes Thi. This is above beleefe Brun. Sir on my knowledge though he hath spoke much He 's able to do more Lecure. She meanes on her Brun. And howsoever in his thankfulnesse For some few favors done him by my selfe He left Austracia not Theodoret Though he was chiefely aim'd at could have laid Withall his Dukedomes power that shame upon him Which in his

barbarous malice to my honor He swore with threats to effect Thier. I cannot but Beleeve you Madam thou art one degree Growne neerer to my hart and I am proud To have in thee so glorious a plant Transported hither in thy conduct we Go on assur'd of conquest our remove Shall be with the next sunne Enter Theoderet Memberge Martell Devitry Lecure. Amazement leave me 't is hee Bawdb. We are againe undone Prot. Our guilt hath no assurance nor defence Bawdb. If now your ever ready wit faile to protect us We shall be all discoverde Brun. Be not so In your amazement and your foolish feares I am prepared for 't Theod. How Not one poore welcome In answer of so long a jorney made Onely to see your brother Thier. I have stood Silent thus long and am yet unresolu'd Whether to entertaine thee on my sword As fits a parricide of a mothers honor Or whether being a Prince I yet stand bound Though thou art here condemn'd to give thee hearing Before I axecute What foolish hope Nay pray you forbeare or desperate madnesse rather Vnlesse thou comest assurde I stand in debt As far to all impiety as thy selfe Has made thee bring thy neck unto the axe Since looking onely here it cannot but Draw fresh blood from thy sear'd up conscience To make thee sencible of that horror which They ever beare about them that like Nero Like said I thou are worse since thou darest strive In her defame to murther thine alive Theod. That she that long since had the boldnes to Be a bad woman though I wish some other Should so report her could not want the cunning Since they go hand in hand to lay faire colours On her blacke crimes I was resolu'd before Nor make I doubt but that shee hath impoyson'd Your good opinion of me and so far Incens'd your rage against me that too late I come to plead my innocence Brun. To excuse thy impious scandalls rather Prot. Rather forc'd with feare to be compel'd to come Thierry Forbeare Theod. This moves not mee and yet had I not beene Transported on my owne integrity I neither am so odious to my subjects Nor yet so barren of defence but that By force I could have justified my guilt Had I been faulty but since innocence Is to it selfe an hundred thousand gardes And that there is no sonne but though he owe That name to an ill mother but stands bound Rather to take away with his owne danger From the number of her faults then for his owne Security to adde unto them This This hath made me to prevent th' expence Of bloud on both sides the injuries the rapes Pages that ever waite upon the war The accompt of all which since you are the cause Believe it would have been required from you Rather I say to offer up my daughter Who living onely could revenge my death With my hart blood a sacrifice to your anger Then that you should draw on your head more curses Then yet you have deserved Thier. I do begin To feele an alteration in my nature And in his full sail'd confidence a showre Of gentle raine that falling on the fire Of my hot rage hath quenched it ha I would Once more speake roughly to him and I will Yet there is some thing whispers to me that I have said too much How is my heart devided Betweene the duty of a sonne and love Due to a brother yet I am swayed heere And must aske of you how t is possible You can effect me that have learned to hate Where you should pay all love Theod. Which joynde with duty Vpon my knees I should be proud to tender Had she not us'd her selfe so many swords To cut those bonds that title me to it Thier. Fie no more of that Theod. Alas it is a theame I take no pleasure to discourse of would It could assoone be buried to the world As it should die to me nay more I wish Next to my part of heaven that shee would spend The last part of her life so here that all Indifferent Judges might condemne me for A most malicious slanderer nay texde it Vpon my forehead if you hate me mother Put me to such a shame pray you do believe it There is no glory that may fall upon me Can equall the delight I should receive In that disgrace provided the repeale Of your long banish'd vertues and good name Vsher'd me to it Thier. See she shewes her selfe An easie mother which her teares confirme Theod. T is a good signe the comfortablest raine I ever saw Thier. Embrace why this is well May never more but love in you and duty On your part rise between you Baudb. Do you heare Lord Generall Does not your new stamped honor on the suddaine Begin to grow sicke Prota. Yes J finde it fit That putting off my armor J should think of Some honest hospitall to retire to Bawdb. Sure although J am a bawd yet being a Lord. They cannot whip me for 't what 's your opinion Lecure. The beadle will resolve you for J cannot There is something that more neer concerns my selfe That calls upon me Mart. Note but yonder scarabes That liude upon the dunge of her base pleasures How from the feare that she may yet prove honest Hange downe their wicked heads Vitry What is that to me Though they and all the polcats of the Court Were trust together I perceive not how Jt can advantage me a cardekue To helpe to keepe me honost A horne Enter a Post Thier. How from whence Post These letters will resolve your grace Thier. What speake they Reades How all things meete to make me this day hppy See mother brother to your reconcilement Another blessing almost equall to it Js comming towards me my contracted wife Ordella daughter of wife Dataricke The King of Aragon is on our confines Then to arrive at such a time when you Are happily here to honor with your presence Our long defer'd but much wished nuptiall Falls out above expression heaven be plea'd That J may use these blessings powerd on me With moderation Brun. Hell and furies ayde me That J may have power to avert the plagues That presse upon me Thier. Two dayes journy sayest thou We will set forth to meete her in the meane time See all things be preparde to entertaine her Nay let me have your companies there 's a Forrest Jn the mid way shall yeild us hunting sport To ease our travale I le not have a brow But shall weare mirth upon it therefore cleer them We 'ele wash away all sorrow in glad feasts And the war we meane to men we 'le make on beasts Exeunt omnes praeter Brun. Bawdber Portaldy Lecure. Brun. Oh that I had the Magicke to transforme you Into the shape of such that your own hounds Might teare you peece meale are you so stupid No word of comfort have I fed you mothers From my excesse of moysture with such cost And can

one and had this answer That if hee woo'd have issue on this morning For this houre was prefixt him hee should kill The first hee met being female from the temple And then hee should have children the mistake Is now too perfect Lady Ordella Still 't is I Sir For may this worke bee done by common women Durst any but my selfe that knew the blessing And felt the benefit assume this thing In any other t'ad bin lost and nothing A curse and not a blessing I was figur'd And shall a litle fondnesse barre my purchase Mart. Where should he then seeke children Ordella Where they are In wombes ordain'd for issues in those beauties That blesse a marriage bed and makes it proceed With kisses that conceive and fruitfull pleasures Mine like a grave buries those loyall hopes And to a grave it covets Mart. You are too good Too excellent too honest robbe not us And those that shall hereafter seek example Of such inestimable worthies in woman Your Lord of such obedience all of honor In coveting a cruelty is not yours A will short of your wisedome make not error A tombe stone of your vertues whose faire life Deserves a constellation your Lord dare not He cannot ought not must not run this hazard He makes a seperation nature shakes at The Gods deny and everlasting justice Shrinkes backe and sheathes her sword at Ordella All 's but talke Sir I find to what I am reserv'd and needfull And though my Lords compassion makes me poore And leaves me in my best use yet a strength Above mine owne or his dull fondnesse finds me The Gods have given it to mee Drawes a knife Mart. Selfe destruction Now all good Angells blesse thee O sweet Lady You are abus'd this is a way to shame you And with you all that knowes you all that loves you To ruine all you build would you bee famous Is that your end Ordella I would be what I should be Mart. Live and confirme the Gods then live and be loaden With more than olive beare or fruitfull Autumn This way you kill your merit kill your cause And him you would raise life to where or how Got you these bloudy thoughts what Devill durst Looke on that Angell face and tempt doe you know What 't is to dye thus how you strike the starres And all good things above doe you feele What followes a selfe blood whether you venter And to what punishment excellent Lady Be not thus cozen'd doe not foole your self The Priest was never his owne sacrifice But he that thought his hell here Ordella I am counsell'd Mart. And I am glad on 't lye I know you dare not Ordelld I never have done yet Mart. Pray take my comfort Was this a soule to lose two more such women Would save their sexe see shee repents and prayes O heare her heare her if there bee a faith Able to reach your mercies she hath sent it Ordella Now good Martell confirme me Mart. I will Lady And every houre advise you for I doubt Whether this plot bee heavens or hells your mother And I will find it if it be in mankind To search the center of it in the meane time I 'le give you out for dead and by your selfe And shew the instrument so shall I find A joy that will betray her Ordella Doe what 's fittest And I will follow you Mart. Then ever live Both able to ingrosse all love and give Exeunt Enter Brunhalt Protaldye Brun. I am in labour To be delivered of that burthenous project I have so long gone with ha here 's the mid-wife Or life or death Enter Lecure. Lecure. If in the supposition Of her death in whose life you die yo● aske me I thinke you are safe Brun. Is she dead Lecure. I have us'd All meanes to make her so I saw him waiting At the temple doore and us'd such art within That only she of all her sexe was first Given up unto his fury Brun Which if love Or feare made him forbeare to execute The vengeance he determin'd his fond pity Shall draw it on himselfe for were there left Not any man but hee to serve my pleasures Or from mee to receive commands which are The joyes for which I love life he should be Remov'd and I alone left to bee Queene O're any part of goodnesse that 's left in me Lecure. If you are so resolv'd I have provided A meanes to ship him hence looke upon this But touch it sparingly for this once us'd Say but to dry a teare will keepe the eye lyd From closing untill death performe that office Brun. Giv 't mee I may have use of it and on you I 'le make the first experiment if one sigh Or heavy looke beget the least suspition Childish compassion can thaw the ice Of your so long congeal'd and flinty hardnesse Slight goe on constant or I Shall Prot. Best Lady Wee have no faculties which are not yours Lecure. Nor will bee any thing without you Brun. Be so and we will stand or fall together for Since wee have gone so farre that death must stay The journey which we wish should never end And innocent or guilty we must die When we doe so let 's know the reason why Enter Thierry and Courtiers Lecure. The King Thier. We 'le be alone Prot. I would I had A convoy too to bring me safe off For rage although it bee allaid with sorrow Appeares so dreadfull in him that I shake To looke upon it Brun. Coward I will meet it And know from whence t 'as birth sonne kingly Thierry Thier. Is cheating growne so common among men And thrives so well here that the Gods endeavour To practise it above Brun. Your mother Thier. Ha! or are they onely carefull to revenge Not to reward or when for your offences We study satisfaction must the cure Be worse then the disease Brun. Will you not heare me Thier. To lose the ability to performe those duties For which I entertain'd the name of husband Ask'd more then common sorrow but t' impose For the redresse of that defect a torture In marking her to death for whom alone I felt that weaknesse as a want requires More then the making the head bald or falling Thus flat upon the earth or cursing that way Or praying this oh such a sceane of griefe And so set downe the world the stage to act on May challenge a Tragedian better practis'd Then I am to expresse it for my cause Of passion is so strong and my performance So weake that though the part bee good I feare Th' ill acting of it will defraud it of The poore reward it may deserve mens pity Brun. I have given you way thus long a King and what Is more my sonne and yet a slave to that Which onely triumphs over cowards sorrow For shame looke up Thier. I' st you looke downe on me And if that you are capable to receive it Let that returne to you that have brought forth