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A53462	The history of Henry the Fifth ; and, The tragedy of Mustapha, son of Solyman the Magnificent as they were acted at His Highness the Duke of York's Theater / written by the Right Honourable the Earl of Orrery.	Orrery, Roger Boyle, Earl of, 1621-1679.; Orrery, Roger Boyle, Earl of, 1621-1679. Mustapha, the son of Solyman the Magnificent.	1668 (1668)	Wing O480; ESTC R22002	39,499	58

can give their pride content Queen Since these bold Foes take pleasure to make War Proud that they dare do worse then others dare And prouder with success let us provide T' advance our merit and debase their pride Burg. Madam in this just cause I shall afford Th' assistance of my Counsel and my Sword Queen It is on those my chief dependance lies For you my Lord both pow'rful are and wise Prepare for Action and let Treaties cease The wise may lose by War fools lose by Peace Burg. The better to obey what you desire Excuse me Madam if I now retire Exit Queen He being gone my Lord I 'le let you know What France and I do to this Lady owe. The Duke has broke the English Treaty now That to the Dauphin he may keep his Vow And false De Chastel made 'em both agree Out of my hands to force the regency And then between themselves they are to share The high employments both of Peace and War Const. This Duke does all my faculties amaze Yet still he lov'd to walk in crooked ways Queen They all shall sink and their own ruine find Within that depth which they for me design'd My Secretary Perrot understands The Art of counterfeiting Seals and hands I 'le make him straight write to the English King As from the Duke proposing every thing Which false De Chastel offer'd from my Son Yet when all promis'd by the King is done Though less then what my Son did e're propose Him he 'l forsake and with the English close La Marr shall entertain De Chastel so As of the Duke he may suspicious grow La Marr. Some doubts which seem perplex'd I will unfold I 'le say he with the King does Treaty hold Queen Which can no other way be brought to light But by those Letters ta'ne which he may write These Letters shall though forg'd authentick seem And must be intercepted too by him La Marr. This will between them raise a jealousie Const. And when that seed is sown 't will never dye The Dauphins Soul I never understood If he revenge not this affront with blood Queen My Lord withdraw and write with instant care Exit Constable The Letter for Du Perrot you La Marr Shall sooth De Chastel with your former Art And subtly play your self in all your part Exit La Marr. Great troubles to a Throne the way prepare And greater troubles must preserve us there Yet the Ambitious envy those who reign They know the Pomp of Crowns but not the pain Exit The Princess Katherine meeting Princess Anne Prin. Kath. Madam What News Prin. An. The worst that I could bring They have dissolv'd the Treaty with the King Peace is quite fled which did before but hide Her chearful face The Sword must all decide Thou forward hope Wars voice has call'd thee back Prin. Kath. I ne're could think suspence was such a rack Prin. An. Suspence in any thing a pain does prove But turns a torment when 't is mix'd with love Enter La Marr in haste La Marr. Madam I doubt the Queen and Duke have heard Of that disguise in which the King appear'd The busie Whisp'rers run from place to place And fear or news is seen in every Face Small Parties meet then to a throng they grow As Clouds unite before a storm does blow Enter Blamount Blam Madam I left the Dauphin with the Queen They have this morning in a Tempest been Their meeting was both violent and short Your Brother instantly will leave the Court He said he would no longer vainly strive But boldly take what some deny to give Safely the Duke th' event of this attends And his apartment fills with Guards and Friends Enter Earl Charelloys E. of Char. Madam just now I from the Dauphin came His Friends are kindled with his anger's flame He is to sudden Execution bent To Deeds so swift as he 'l too late repent He puts on wings for what he will pursue And says my Father does usurp his due And fierce De Chastel too which all admire Against his Nature strives to quench this fire Enter French Lady Lady Madam you are expected by the Queen Prin. Kath. This storm will fall as soon as it is seen My Lord I 'le strive to make the Queen apply To this distemper a quick remedy Charl. I 'le still near my suspicious Father stay Too much suspition does it self betray Prin. An. Brother I 'le follow Madam we in vain In storms of Love of other storms complain Love's Queen did rise from the Tempestuous Sea Which shews that Love in storms must ever be Exeunt Enter Tudor Tudor By what the King related I may see The Princess is for ever lost to me 'T is evident she has her Love resign'd To his great Title and his greater mind Why should I thus what she has done deplore She did but that which I had done before But Fate thou art unjust in making me To quit the Love yet keep the jealousie Which is of Loves fair tree the foulest fruit A Branch whose nourishment offends the root Shall jealousie a pow'r o're judgment gain Though it does only in the fancy reign With knowledge thou art inconsistent still The minds foul Monster whom fair truth does kill Thy tyranny subverts even Natures Laws For oft thou hast effects without a cause And which thy strength or weakness does detect Thou often hast a cause without effect In all thou dost thou ever dost amiss Seest what is not or seest not that which is Whilst thou dost live sickness does thee pursue And he who cures thee needs must kill thee too Enter King King Tudor you must not think my Friendship rude Though it pursue you to your solitude Some fatal sorrow has your heart opprest Divide it and send half into my Breast Tudor What is it can invade me in excess But joy whilst I your favour Sir possess King If my warm favour has your blessing made Why leave you then that Sun to seek this shade Tudor Sir from your bounties I retire to show I would prevent th' increase of what I owe. I study here to pay my former score And I avoid your making of it more King Tudor I no such answer will admit I must be paid with truth and not with wit The truth of Friendship has forsook the Earth Thou dost dissemble thy accustom'd mirth A sudden sigh does thy feign'd smiles detect Nature betrays more Art then I suspect Tudor Let me not Sir be for that shape despis'd In which I am ev'n to my self disguis'd King Friendship above all tyes does bind the heart And faith in Friendship is the noblest part 'T is ill unaskt not to have told your pain But worse when askt if your excuses feign Farewel frail man our Friendship here must end You wrong your Honour when you wrong a Friend King offers to go out Tudor Stay Sir and to your vertue I 'le unfold The saddest story that was ever

depose the Child adore Your Love will be in proofs of hatred shown You on her Countries ruines build her Throne This strange design Sir does my wonder raise King A Love like mine moves not in common waies Such unexampl'd things I 'le strive to do That when I reach to what I now pursue When men name one who lov'd to a degree Ne're known before they 'l say he lov'd like me Prepare thy self to go within an hour To the French Court as my Embassadour And let them know if they resign up France Mine both by Conquest and Inheritance They shun such force as cannot be withstood They shew their justice and they spare their blood Success now asks but what I ask'd before Tudor He that at first ask'd all can ask no more Much is not in the proffer I shall make King Yes it is much to ask what I can take And to accept from them that Crown which I Have giv'n me from the hand of Victory Tudor in this they cannot but confess I make my mercy hinder my success Tudor It might be then convenient that I try'd T' obtain with France the Princess for your Bride Since you as well for her as France contend Without her you 'l not reach your noblest end King She justly Tudor might my passion hate If Love's high int'rest I should mix with state If I this great concern by Treaty move 'T will be below her Beauty and my Love That blessing must in nobler ways be sought Though Heav'n may be bestow'd 't is never bought But that which chiefly makes me send thee now Is that my Friend should let my Princess know My flames are such as Martyr'd Saints sustain The glory of them takes away the pain Exeunt Tudor Was ever such a Curse impos'd by Fate His favour wounds much deeper then his hate I must unworthy or else wretched prove Be false to Honour or else false to Love To which of both shall I precedence give I 'm kill'd by this by that unfit to live But stay why should not I even I alone Raise Love and Honour to a height unknown If for his sake my passion I forego In that great Act I pay him all I owe Who for his King against his Love does act Pays Debts much greater then he can contract Nor are these all th' advantages will flow From that great action I intend to do If I her right above my Love prefer In that by losing I shall merit her And to obtain not merit her will prove Less then to lose her and deserve her Love 'T is worthy of my flame and of her eyes To make love be to love a sacrifice Exeunt Enter Queen Duke of Burgundy the Constable Earl of Charaloys and Count de Chastel Queen The fatal cause why we assemble now We by the worst of sad experience know Heav'n does at once on this our Empire showre All the fierce marks of anger and of power The King my Lord whose head and heart and hand Should be imploy'd our ruine to withstand Under his old disease still worser grows Yields to his pain as France does to his Foes Yet is he not unhappy in that state Which makes him not to feel the wounds of Fate The Dauphin whose green years make him unfit In such a storm at Empires helm to sit Yet for that great and dang'rous place does press And missing it forsake us in distress As these two miseries assault us here So th' English late success fills all with fear Yet France surviving such destructive blows Ev'n in her ruine still her greatness shows By your wise help she hopes yet to be freed And on your breasts she leans her weary head Shall we again by Battel try our Fate Or with the English King Capitulate Const. Our shoulders but attend for heavier weight If in the Field we shun to try our Fate For doubtless Madam he less Vertue shows Who yields to than who falls by fortunes blows Rome though she lost four Fields to Hannibal Her valour rais'd ev'n in her Fortunes fall Her steady vertue did all storms suppress And made her Empress of the Universe I would not doubt but we at length should find A Roman Fate had we a Roman mind De Chast. Those who too hastily with Victors treat Make them too proud who were before too great Such condiscention would to fear dispose Your Subjects hearts and elevate your Foes Let not Posterity have cause to say That you lost France and lost her in one day Const. The chance of Arms are still alternative Fortune one day does take next day does give And all the English fame will be o'rethrown If we of twenty Fields can win but one All thoughts of Treaties Madam then despise Which but excuses fear whilst we seem wise Burg. Madam what the great Constable does say Becomes that place you rais'd him to this day He who the head of all your Armies is Safe Counsels should obey but not advise If to my judgment you will please to trust Chuse not what great appears but what is just Madam it is alone by Arms you reign O're Anjou Normandy and Aquitane Those three the noblest Provinces of France Are th' English King 's confest Inheritance What-ever of prescription Gown-men write Yet length of time changes not wrong to right Why should you not er'e things are desp'rate grown By giving what is his preserve your own Keeping those Countries will at last be found A Gangreen the corrupt will eat the sound Ear. of Char. Justice is more then but an empty word Therefore whilst that assists the English Sword Success will alwaies to their side resort And every Field will be an Agin-Court Burg. Can Councils prosp'rous be or Armies strong Both aiming to perpetuate a wrong If after this fair offer he pursue The War our Swords will act what his does now If he accepts it as no doubt he must You will be safe as soon as you are just Pursue the Acts of Justice those alone Have pow'r to save and to exalt a Throne Enter Blamount Blam Young Tudor is arriv'd and craves to be With speed admitted to your Majesty By those few words which have between us past I find his message does require some haste Queen Know you what 't is which does him hither bring Blam Some overtures of peace from th' English King Blamount whispers in the Queens Ear. Queen Yes I consent and give her notice I Expect she should receive him civilly Exit Blamount My Lords I find your judgments various are Two are for Treaty th' other two for War Such reasons you for both opinions give That I with reason either may receive But Tudor being come does surely bring Something important from the English King 'T is fit our resolutions we defer Till I his bus'ness in his message hear Exeunt Enter Princess Katherine and Blamount Blam Madam what I have said the Queen will own Prin. Kath. What That with Tudor I should speak

told King Why with thy King should there such trifling be With Friendship too which sacred is as he Tudor My grief is yet close pris'ner in my Breast Whilst there confin'd 't will only me molest But may disquiet you when got from home Complaints when past relief grow troublesome King That grief does far all other griefs transcend Which greater grows when trusted to a Friend Friendship in noble hearts would never reign If Friendships duty should be Friendships pain For ease of sorrow Friends from Heaven were sent Tudor dispatch and try th' experiment Tudor Why should you press me Sir it will not out King Those fear their Cure who their Physicians doubt Tudor Force me not Sir to tell you what can be No ease to you and yet a rack to me King Tell it I say Tudor I 'le tell it though I dye I am in Love King In Love and so am I. Is this the strangest story e're was known Tudor Pray Heav'n you think not so e're it be done King Proceed Tudor She Sir who does my heart subdue Is by my Friend ador'd with passion too And which is worse his passion he did tell To me e're mine I durst to him reveal And worser yet that Friend does me employ T' assist his Love whilst I my own destroy I lose my Mistress if I condescend To this not doing it I lose my Friend But which is worst of all I 'le not deny He does deserve her so much more then I That should she for my sake make him despair She must be more unjust then she is fair And whilst she does admit of my address The wrong I do destroys my happiness King 'T is difficult What hast thou fixt upon Tudor What I thought just I have already done King Why then is so much time in sorrow spent For what is justly done canst thou repent Tudor In what I did such justice I have shown That I would do 't again were it undone But Sir I cannot yet that grief remove Which springs from Friendship that contests with Love As after storms the Sea does troubled show Though the fierce Winds which mov'd it cease to blow King No wonder griefs wild Sea so high is wrought Since in your Breast Friendship and Love have fought But tell me now thy Friends and Mistress name For whom your self you nobly overcame He who you think deserves much more then you I must conclude deserves my Friendship too Tudor Oh Sir in that your pardon I implore Too much is said force me to say no more King Tudor that man must high in merit be For whom you 'l do more then you 'l trust with me Tudor kneels Tudor Forgive me Sir if more I dare not say Let me in silence mourn my Life away King Rise but no more I thee my Friend will call For he 's no Friend if not a Friend in all In part thou shew'st me what I whole would see A half Friend's worse then a whole Enemy Thy silence by a stricter way I 'le break By thy Allegiance I command thee speak Tudor Oh do not think my Soul is sunk so low That ought can act what Friendship could not do King Thy want of it this passion from me draws Excuse th' effects of which thou art the cause No longer Tudor at this rate contend With him who is thy King and more thy Friend Embraces him Tudor The charming name of Friend will make me speak When even my King could not my silence break You are that Friend whose name I would conceal Who is the Mistress then I need not tell Shee too did this revealment Sir constrain What but my pain could have disclos'd my pain King Oh why so late dost thou this truth avow Tudor I fear too early I have told it now King Thus to have us'd thy Friendship breeds a pain Which nothing can transcend but her disdain Tudor But had I told it sooner Sir to you Could you have then done more then you can now Since all I ask for what you make me say Is but your pardon that I durst obey King My ignorance alone has made me do What Love it self could not have forc'd me to Tudor Though Sir the Charms of Lovers hopes are sweet Yet mine I freely prostrate at your feet King My Rival thus in Love thou shun'st to be Yet thus in honour dost out-rival me I to no Monarch e're that glory gave Much less my Subject shall that glory have If Tudor you would now suppress your flame To shew your Friendship or exalt your fame That act on neither score I will allow For I 'm in both as much concern'd as you So greatly Tudor thou hast done for me As nought can pay it but the same for thee Tudor I cannot Sir imagine your design King To be your Advocate as you were mine And give you leave your passion to pursue And which is more I do command you too Tudor Forgive me if this offer I refuse King Resolve to take it or thy King to lose Tudor Then I 'le embrace it and dispute no more And give me leave a pardon to implore From all the better World who Lovers are From all who shall be so and all that were That I against them did so guilty prove As to consider ought in Love but Love King Tudor this gallantry obliges more Then all thy pleading for me did before But if I ever can attend again That Sov'raign Beauty which does o're us reign I 'le give her then such Characters of thee As shall out-speak what thou hast said of me We then will be each others Advocate And from her sentence each receive his Fate Tudor Though this is more then I could hope yet still That which revives my hopes my hopes does kill For when describing me you please to add All that you think is likely to perswade Even that a surer way will rather prove To shew your Vertue then advance my Love King Fear not you may succeed though drawing you I shall but Copy what for me you drew Tudor Yet those will find who justly ballance things I only Subjects taught but you teach Kings Exeunt THE FIFTH ACT. Enter the King the Duke of Exeter the Duke of Bedford and Tudor King OUR good successes come together still And as the good concur so do the ill I have observ'd it Uncle have not you F●●t 'T is Sir as worthy notice as 't is true King This seems methinks t' accuse their ignorance Who attribute our great events to chance For though it may when slowly one event Follows another look like accident Yet when together many swiftly joyn It shews a power which rules us by design Whilst we succeed at Land to Heav'n we owe The Triumph of a Naval overthrow Brother your tongue may claim the right alone To tell what Heav'n by your brave hand has done Bedf. But little fame where many Conqu'rours were Could justly fall to any single share When we had sail'd