of Heav'n I 'm wrong'd Ah Royal gracious Sir I 'm wrong'd King Unhand me or I 'le spurn thee from thy hold Seize seize on Piercy By my Life who begs To the Guards In his Behalf's a Traytor worse than he To North. who kneels Here is another Letter too it is from Norris Who much Commends your darling secret Beauties And sweetness of your Lips Yet you are wrong'd Here 's Notes of your Musician too that Charm'd you Eternal Hell where 's such another Monster I have more Horns than any Forrest yields Than Finsbury or all the City Musters Upon a Training or a Lord Mayors-Day Rise and Begon thou Fiend thou Sorceress Thy Power thy Charms like Witch-craft all have left thee Go you incestuous Twins make haste and mingle Your foul Adulterate Blood in Death together Oh they 're too long asunder Why dost Weep Go to thy Death and what 's a greater pain May Heav'n like me see all those Tears in vain Ex. King Attendants Roch. Ah Sister what dire Fiends must punish Rochford What will become of me the Cause of all Queen Fear not Heav'n knows thy Innocence and mine What tho' we suffer here a little shame 'T is to reward our Souls above and with Immortal Restitution Crown 'em there We two liv'd in one Mother's spotless Womb And then we scarce had purer Thoughts than now And shortly we shall meet together in One Grave Roch. O say not so Death dare not be so Cruel Queen Cease Brother cease say not a word in answer But lead me like a Valiant Man to Chains Come let 's prepare But first my Pomp adieu Kneels and lays down her Crown From Heav'n I did my Crown and Life receive And back to Heav'n both Crown and Life I 'le give And thus in humble posture lay it down With greater Joy than first I put it on Rises And now I tread more light and see from far A Beamy Crown each Diamond a Star But oh you Royal Martyrs cease a while Your Crying Blood that else must curse this Isle Of the Imperial ask it with my Pray'r For you are still the nearest Angels there Then Richard Edwards Henry all make room The first of slaughter'd English Queens I come Let me amongst your glorious happy Train Free from this hated World and Traitors Reign Ex. Ambo The End of the Fourth Act. ACT V. SCENE I. Enter Cardinal and Blunt severally Card. LUckiest of Omens do I meet my Iuno My Fair Illustrious Partner in Revenge Come tell the News that your glad Eyes proclaim Speak by thy Looks I know it must be well Is she Condemn'd Shall Rome be Absolute Shall Woolsey Reign and shall my Blunt be Queen Blunt 'T is as thou say'st most mighty of thy Function Greatest that e're adorn'd this Robe it is These Eyes saw the bright English Sun Eclips'd And what is more Eclips'd by Thee and Me Cast by her aweful Judges from her Height Guilty and sham'd as Lucifer from Heav'n And forc'd to beg it as the mildest Sentence To lose her Head Card. Then there 's an end of Bullen Blunt And what to see gave me the greater Joy Those Letters counterfeited by the Fool Her Brother were the strongest Proofs against her So the same Papers which by your Advice I got convey'd into her Cabinet Were the substantiall'st Circumstances found For which she dies Card. O Just and Sacred Rage Revenge Thou greatest Deity on Earth And Woman's Wit the greatest of thy Council Blunt We ought to veil before your Priestly Robe My Crown of Wit shall ne're stand Candidate With yours and yet I dare be bold to say This I and Malice would have done alone Without the mighty Aid of Woolsey's Brain Card. Then nothing's to be done by Fate nor Woolsey But take the vanquisht Crown from Bullen's Head And place it suddenly on yours Blunt For which My gracious Woolsey I will so reward you Enter to them Piercy Pier. Blackness Eternal cover all the World Infernal Darkness such as Aegypt felt When the Great Patriarch curs'd the fatted Land And with a Word extinguisht all the light Blunt See Piercy's here more mad than we are joyful Does 't not make young the Blood about thy heart T' see that our Revenge not singly hits But like a Chain-shot carries all before it Card. Let us avoid him you intend to see The Queen receive her Death But I to hide The Pleasure that perhaps the sight would give me Will pass this Day at Esher like a Mourner Pier. Behold the Sun shines still instead of Darkness Yon Azure Blue's unspeckled with a Cloud The Face of Heav'n smiles on her as a Bride The Day the Sun sits mounted on his Chariot And darts his spightful Beams in scorn of Pity ' Bates not a jot of the Illustrious Pomp He should have furnish'd on her Wedding-Day Heav'n looks like Heav'n still Nature as 't was Men Beasts and Devils every thing that lives Conspires as pleas'd at Anna Bullen's Fall Behold just Powers the Curses of the Land Stay you Amphibious Monsters Priest and Devil To the Card. and Blunt And Strumpet if it can be worse than both You far more dreadful Pair than those that first Betray'd poor easie Man and all Mankind Thou fatal Woman Thou and Serpent Thou By whose sole Malice oh that Heav'n should let it A greater Innocence this Day is fallen Than ever blest the Walks of Paradise Card. My Lord I shall acquaint the King with this And those just Lords the Judges of her Cause Whom your base Malice wrongs But I 'm above it Farewell Ex. Card. â—nd 〈◊〉 Pier. Bold Traytors Hell-hounds hear me first Stay you infectious Dragons do you flye Does Anna Bullen's Chastity and Virtue Writ in this Angry Fore-head make you start Exeunt Enter Diana to him What the fair wrong'd Diana's Face in Tears Can Anna Bullen's Miseries Attract The noblest of Compassion Pity from A Rivals Breast thou Wonder of thy Sex How far more Wretched mak'st thou Piercy still When I behold how much thou dost deserve And I so very little have to pay Dian. What Rocky-heart could have refrain'd from Pity To see the Sight that I did any thing But Man most Cruel Mankind would have griev'd Tygers and Panthers would have wept to see her And her base Judges had they not been Men Would have bemoan'd her like departing Babes Pier. Is Rochford too Condemn'd Dian. Alas he is Rochford and Norris both receiv'd their Sentence And both behav'd themselves like Gallant Men But for the Queen Ah Piercy such bright Courage No thought can Dictate nor no Tongue Relate When she was tax'd with that unnatural Crime Adultery with her Brother 'T is a Sin That e're it should be nam'd At first she started And soon an Innocent not Guilty Red Adorn'd her Face and Sainted it with Tears But streight conceiving it a Fault she Smil'd Wip'd off the Drops and chid the Blush away Pier. When I am Dead may my sad
'T is but a slip of Nature and I 'le on Think on thy Wrongs the Wrongs her Lust has done thee And sweep away this loath'd Incestuous Brood As Heav'n would drive a Plague from off the Land Think thou shalt have thy Seyâ—or in thy Arms Who shall restore thy loss with double Charms And tho' my Bullen sets this Night and dies Seymor next Morn like a new Sun shall rise Ex. King Attendants North. With an unwilling Heart I take this Office And Heav'n if Anna Bullen's Innocent Forgive me since it is my King's Command My Breast is sad and tender for her all Tho' Piercy ne're can rise but by her Fall Enter to him Rochford Lieutenant and Guards Roch. Wil 't not be granted that I here may see My Sister e're I dye to part with her Lieut. There is my Lord Northumberland he 'l tell you Roch. My Lord y' are come to see a wretched Pair Of Ormonds Issue leave this fatal World Shall we not meet and take our last Farewell North. Norris my Lord is now upon the Scaffold Then your turn follows but before that time I guess the Queen will be prepar'd and come Roch. Forgive me Heav'n my Passion and my Crime For Natures choice of a wrong fatal Object Loving too well what in effect was ill O all you strict Idolaters of Beauty You fond severe Adorers of that Sex Who think that all their Vices cannot Center In one vile Womans Breast see and repent Behold 'em all together In the Infernal Blunt in Her they 're fix'd Thus have they all been Curst and thus they all Have been betray'd that lov'd so well as I. Enter Queen going to Execution all in White Diana Women in Mourning Guards Queen Come where are those must lead me to my Fate To a more Glorious Happy Marriage-Bed And my Eternal Coronation Day What Piercy's Father must he do the Office Still I can bear it all and bear it bravely North. Madam it is the Kings severe Command That I attend your Majesty to th' Scaffold Queen Enough my Lord you might have spar'd that Title Alas I wish it ever had been spar'd I should have been if Malice had not reign'd Your Piercy's Wife the Scope of my Ambition I ne're had then been mounted to a Throne Then this unhappy hour had never been Roch. Mind this you Rocky World and mourn in Chaos Such Words as these the Heav'ns must weep to hear And make yon Marble Roof dissolve in Tears Queen What! do you Weep to see your Mistress Glory That she shall streight wipe off the Stain on Earth She bears with an unspotted Fame in Heav'n I charge you by my hopes and by your hopes When you are going where I soon shall go By the Illustrious Pomp I long to meet The Sacred Just Rewards of injur'd Truth Acquaint this Noble Lord and all here present If e're you saw in all my Nights or Days Or in my looser Hours of Mirth or Humour The smallest sign of that most horrid Guilt That I 'm condemn'd for Why are you all dumb If you are loth to tell it whilst I live Proclaim it when I 'm dead to all the World That Heav'n may bar the Gates of Bliss against me And throw me to the blackest of Hells Dungeons Where all Dissemblers at their Death shall howl Wom. Alas most Gracious Mistress none can wish Themselves more Innocent for Death than you Queen What dost thou weep unhappy Brother too Oh shew me not suspected nor thy self So Guilty by such softness Learn of me This Breast that 's petrify'd by constant Woes By all my Wrongs m'Injustice and my Cause Who sees me weep they shall be tears of Joy Who grieves to leave the World shall never come Where I am going where all sorrow 's banish'd Roch. Tho'I am innocent my Fate is not 'T is that has been unjust to thee and me Queen Tho' 't is a Common 't is a fatal sign We weep when we are born but it was More ominous and much more fatal prov'd From these prophetick Eyes there gusht a shower When Harry gave his Faithless hand to me And on my Coronation day the like My bodeing Heart another Tribute rack'd Methought there sate a Mountain on my Head The Curses of wrong'd Katherine weigh'd me down And made my Crown indeed a Masley Crown Roch. Deny me not a little tender Grief For every drop of Blood that 's to be shed Of that inestimable Mass of thine My Soul must rack a thousand years in Hell Queen Forbear such words You have not injur'd me I might as well tax Providence as you For Heav'n that heard the Perjury of Villains Might if it pleas'd have chok'd 'em with its Thunder Or sent 'em with a Lightning blast to Hell But he has bent their Rage another way One whispers North. And on their Malice we shall safely mount As on a Cherubin to Heav'n North. My Lord You must prepare a Messenger is come Who brings the News that Norris is beheaded Queen Alas unhappy Norris art thou dead Yet why do I so much wrong to pity thee Thou' rt happier by some moments now than I. Roch. Come lead me to my rest my rest from wrongs Now Anna Bullen teach me all thy Courage Thy Innocence that makes the Heav'ns amaz'd And the more guilty Angels blush to see Help me to pass this Rubicon of Parting This mid-way Gulph that hangs 'twixt Earth and Sky Then that blest Region all beyond is mine And Caesar was not half so great as I. Queen Go be a lucky Harbinger for me Tell all the Saints and Cherubins and Martyrs Tell all the Wrong'd that now are righted there Till it shall reach the high Imperial Ear That Anna Bullen is a coming streight Roch. Wilt not embrace thy dying Brother first One Father and one Mother gave us Birth And one Chast Innocent Natures Bed inclos'd us These are our Parents Arms and so are thine Then all you Saints above and Men below Bear Witness and I vow it on my Death It is the greatest first and only favour I e're receiv'd from Anna Bullen's Person Queen In spite of Scandal Malice and the World Nay were the King and our vile Judges by Since Heav'n is satisfy'd it is no Sin I will embrace thee think I 've in my Arms Both Father Mother Sister Brother all And Envy cannot blame me now for this Roch. Thus let thy Soul into my Bosom fly That I may feel the stroke of Death for thee And when the fatal Ax hangs o're thy Head O may it full Thee and not strike thee dead Softer than Infants Dreams or with less pain Than 't is to sleep or to be born again Ex. Roch. to Execution Queen So this is past and vanquisht but behold A greater yet Now I begin to dread Enter Diana with the young Princess and Women Ah kind Diana wonderful and good The pity that thou shew'st thy dying Friend This little one I hope will live to
ruin'd mine Lo where the False one is In counterfeited Grief By Heav'n in Tears As if her sins already did upbraid her Just Pow'rs can you behold a Form so fair And suffer Falseness to inhabit there The Morning Sun risen from its Watry Bed Less precious drops does on Arabia shed And sacred Viols of rich April-Showers When he alternate Rain and Sun-shine pours Nor is he half so Beautiful and Gay As she a wiping of those Tears away Queen Ha Piercy I 'm betray'd Advise me Heav'n What shall I do Begone this place is Hell Vipers and Adders lurking under Smiles And flatt'ring Cloths of State Oh! do not tread here Under this Mask of Gallantry and Beauty Is a rude Wild nay worse a dangerous Ocean Into whose Jaws Love like a Calenture Will tempt us where we both must Sink and Perish Pier. What can so mean a Creature fright a Queen Behold a wretched Thing of your undoing Queen See where he stands the Mark of pity Heav'n Shut shut thy Eyes and fly with speed away Or view the Rocks and Quick-sands if thou stay Lest this rough Hellispont I venture on And like Leander tempt my Fate and drown Ex. Queen Pier. Ha! she 's surpriz'd shuns me and flies from me And more affrighted is at Piercy's wrongs Than Guilty Ghosts that having scap'd to Earth Hear the Cock Crow to summon 'em away And start and tremble at the sight of Day But yet she look'd not like a Foe upon me And as she parted told me with her Eyes That there was something in those speaking Tears Which might Excuse her and Condemn her Piercy Enter Northumberland North. Son I am come to tell you joyful News The King has Charm'd the fair Diana for thee And is resolv'd to Marry her to morrow And Celebrate the Nuptials with a Pomp. Pier. The King the King is Marry'd Sir North. He is But thou art not H' intends to give her to thee Himself Why dost thou start 'T was but this day You Swore and Vow'd with all the Signs of Joy And Duty to your Father you 'd obey me Pier. Alas I did But cannot Heav'n nor you Forgive a rash unhappy Man his Vow North. No by the Blood that Honours Piercy's Veins I swear I will not For Marry'd thou shalt be and that to her Or live a Vagabond banish'd from Wealth From Friends and Pity whilst I will advance Thy Younger Brother to thy lost Estate And see thee starve nay more and loaded with The Curses of thy Father Pier. Hold Sir I 'le strive t' obey you not because I fear What Misery or Death can do to me Nor to avoid the hungry Lyon's Den Or Dragons Teeth just ready to devour me For know I plunge into a State more dreadful But that I may not be th' unhappy Cause Of dragging wrongful Curses from a Father Which rather turn upon his Head that aims Than hurt the Bosom of the Innocent Enter Diana North. See! she is coming brighter than a Goddess I 'le leave you and commit you to her Cure Ex. North. Dian. Yonder 's the dear-lov'd Man whom all must love That loves another too What shall I say Aside Spite of my Stars I dote upon a Person Who has no Heart no Eyes that are his own Nor yet one look that ever can be mine Pier. Madam d' you hear the news My Father tells me W' are to be Marry'd Dian. So the King will have it Pier. The King What would the Tyrant be a God To take upon him to dispose of Hearts And joyn unequal Souls with one another O Beautiful Diana Y' are all Goodness A store of Virtues in as bright a Person As Heav'n e're treasur'd in a Form Divine If so what can your Eyes behold in me What see in such a wretched thing as I To Marry me Dian. How Charming is his Person And much more Charming is his Grief And oh How can she e're receive a Wound more deadly Aside Than I tormented with the double Dart Of Love and Pity Some kind Deity Assist me now lest I should shew I love him And teach my Tongue how to bely my Heart Pier. You seem to study for so plain an Answer Come tell me streight my faults and what you think For here I stand the Mark of Truth to aim at What is there in this miserable Shape To look on without Scorn Dian. Now kind Heav'n Lend me the Cunning now of all my Sex Aside I like you just as well as you like me To Piercy Our Persons might for all you said of mine Be mended both and both receive Additions And for your Nature I 'le be plain and tell you I could have wish'd a Man of better humour But 't is no matter since w' are both so bad We are the fitter then for one another Just Gods what miserable Things we are Aside Oh! when shall we attain that blest abode Where we may never fear to speak aloud What 's Just and is no Sin Pier. What do you hate me Then y' are happier one Degree than I For should you love me you are truly wretched Dian. Indeed he little thinks I am that Wretch Aside To Piercy Tell me wherefore Pier. Because the Cruel God Has rob'd me of my whole Estate of Love And left me naked desolate and poor Not worth one Sigh nor Wish if that could pay The Debt I owe Nay should you come a begging Cold and half starv'd for Succour to my door You would not find in all this rifled Cottage One Spark one Charitable Spark to warm you Dian. Hear Heav'n hear Cruel One who-e're thou art He loves tho I am slighted scorn'd nay hated Aside Wou'd thou hadst my Kind Eyes my Breast my Soul Would all my Vital Blood were Balm to Cure him Yet will our Cruel Parents have us Marry'd To Piercy Then since we must how know we but our Bodies And yet more Careless and Despairing Souls In time may grow to such Indifference As quite forgetting of what Sex we are We may like faithful and condoling Friends If not like Lovers live together Pier. Ay And when y' are sad I 'le Kiss you like a Brother And if you sigh or chance to shed a Tear I will weep too and ask you why you grieve And you shall do the like to me and streight Embrace me like a Sister still remembring The Subject of our just Complaints shall be You that y' are Marry'd Dian. You for Marrying me Pier. O rarely thought 't will be the only Means To make us happy both against our Wills We 'll moan we 'll sigh we 'll weep we 'll all but love Instead of loving pity one another Dian. And who can tell but Pity may at last By gentle soft Degrees grow up to Love Pier. Come let 's away then since they 'll have it so Meet these glad Rites to all Mankind but us Where the malicious Charm shall join our Curses And not our Persons but our Woes together Then turn us