thereof I shoo'd be glad to be Withall my soul to serve your Majestie All my ambition is implease your Grace In your favour to have a servants place And to your Laws so like a Subject live That to your people I may pattern give King You are not only fair but humble too But such humility becomes not you It does become you better ev'ry way Sweet Madam to command then to obey Which like a Princess freer then in Spain You in our Kingdom shall command and raign But what can we unto these Grandees say For all the pains that they have took this day And to these Beauties which have left Spain sad And full of tears and sighs to make us glad But bid them welcome to our Royl Couâ—t And study how to make their time seem short G. C. FINIS UPON Hells High-Commission Court set to Judge the King Ian. 1648. JUst as I enter'd that Majestick Hall Where Gog and Mâ—gog must be Judge and all Upon the Person of a King so good His only fault was he was not understood Where to my view the first thing did present With such excess of sad astonishment Just at the upper end a scarlet Throne Dy'd with the blood of many a loyal one Oh horrid I cannot go no fâ—rther Their intent is his Majestie to mâ—rther UPON The horrid and unheard of Murther of CHARLES the First King of England Scotland France and Ireland the 30 th of Ianu. 1648. WHy how now George where is thy Muse become Or is 't thy sorrow mak'st thee thus so dumb Shall Heav'n and Earth the Death of Charles deplore And thou as unconcern'd not say no more Or is the matter of so high a strain Thou can'st not reach it with thy weaker brain Then sigh it out and with a lusty tear Threaten a Flood to this unlucky year Insatiate men insatiate did I say Blood-thirsty men I meant to take away The best of men the best of Kings e're raign'd VVho liv'd a life unspotted and unstain'd VVhose vertue was his fall for had he bin In love with any thing but like a sin He had escaped their Tyrannique Laws 'Cause he'was bad and for no other cause But he was good nay Goodness it self he was And why they murther'd him that was the cause TO CHARLES the Second King of England Scotland France and Ireland upon his thrice happy return into England after twelve years Banishment AS in a tedious Winter ev'ry Plant Seems dead and out of life and all for want Of the Suns presence so Great Charles did we Like dead men seem and all for want of thee But when the Winter 's over and the Sun Returns again to this our Horizon How ev'ry thing revives which we call Spring Ev'n such is the return of Charles our King But Heav'n is kinder to these Plants below 'Cause innocence is all that they do know Their Winter therefore is but short to ours We having had dayes unto their howers Which is no less a wonder that we live Wanting so long that influence that shoo'd give Us life and vigour lying in the Root Which was grub'd up 'cause we no more shoo'd shoot But as it happens oftentimes we see In taking up of Roots that there will be An off-set two or three left in the ground Which by some skilful honest hand if found And planted carefully from thence may spring Stock sufficient as may from Charles our King Which Heav'n we supplicate that 〈◊〉 may raign He and his Off-spring till Shilo comâ—s again UPON King CHARLES the Second His Birth-day and his happy return in May 1660. THrice happy day and happy Moneth to be Thus twice so great a friend to Monarchiâ— The very Moneth that gave Great Charles his breath Gave breath to us redeeming us from Death From Death said I from dying ev'ry day And yet to die coo'd not find out the way Grim Death compar'd to what we suffer'd then So great a kindness was Those Tyrant-men Woo'd not allow us but by little and little T' increase our pain and so consume our mettle This was th' Egyptian bondage we lay under Which made the Lord come in with such a wonder That without one drop of blood or one tear Has re-inthron'd our lawful Prince this year So great a mercy that we may deserve From Heav'n nor him in duâ—y may we swerve TO MY Lord General MONCK Upon his opportune coming into England THou great Restorer of our antient Laws To whom we cannot give too great applause Ride on victorious in thy great design Gods real foes and ours to undermine Where had we been by this time hadst not thou Just in the nick of time come in I vow We had been lost and utterly undone And which is worse Religion had been gone But Heav'n be praised for this happy change Though to fanatique men it seemeth strange Well do the rest that we expect from thee And second of this Kingdom thou shalt be Which will more honour be unto thy name So for to live then die with dirty fame UPON The Death of the most Illustrious and unparallel'd Prince HENRY Duke of Glocester THou that hast been my Companion all my life Leave me not now I prethee in my grief Leave me not now in this great time of need To help t' express the Cause that makes us bleed No wonder that the Court is now so sad And that the Country everywhere is clad With Sighs and Tears the cause thereof being known Is able to dissolve the hardest stone Hard Fate you might have well forborn this spight And not have rob'd us of so great a Light A lesser might as well have serv'd your turn But that you had a mind to make us mourn But that you had a mind to make us grieve And all our expectations to deceive For one so young so wise was never known So grave in carriage sure but he alone So sound in judgement and so great a reach In State-affairs the wisest he might teach So humble too withall so well did plaâ—e What e're he said and spake with such a grace He took his Hearers with a double band Of Love and Reason and so amaz'd woo'd stand This is our grief our sorrow and sad loss Pray Heaven his Death prove not to us a cross Upon the just Judgement of His Majesties unjust JUDGES BUT now they 're come to Judgement Heav'n is just And tho 't be long before he questions Dust They shall not go unpunish't for that thing That horrid thing of murthering their King ' Twâ—s bad enougâ— against theâ—r King to rise But ten times worse their King to sacrifise But worst of all under a shew of Zeal To rob the Church and spoyl the Common-weal And so make God the Author of their ill Pretending 't was his pleasure and his will Thus how from sin to sin the Devil draws Ambitious spirits to infringe Gods Laws Still prompting them from what is bad to worse Until they 're fitted for his heavy Curse Mercy is an Attribute it is true VVhich properly to Heav'n belongs unto And he that shews it shews himself like God Yet God is said to have an Iron Rod. VVhen he vouchsafes to pardon 't is to those Will never more offend him which he knows And yet some sins he will not pardon neither That 'gainst the Holy-Ghost and Abels brother Nor those that shall so eas'ly pardon those That still continue his obdurate foes Blood requires blood but oh holy murther Is that which Heav'n it self will never smurther Nor can we hope a blessing fâ—om above So long as one alive among us move UPON Her Majesties the Queen MOTHER Return into England in October 1660. GReat Queen of vertue and of all that 's good VVho never yet was rightly understood Can you the wrongs you have receiv'd forget You must be more then woman to do it Nay if such sins by you can be fo giv'n 'T is more Great soul then we can hope from Heav'n And yet we 've moâ—e then hopes you can and will Or else in France you woo'd have stayed still And not have ventur'd o're this Ocean more But that you had a mind to clear our score And wipe away all sorrow from our eyes As fogs do vanish when the Sun does rise Great Star which from th' East and by South dost come How much are we engaged to thy womb Thy fruitful womb that with no little pain Hast stockt our Iland with no little gain Three Princes which the world so much admire And we at last with Reason do desire Two Beauties too they must not be forgot VVhom Christendom admires the like has not Welcome Great Queen welcome to our shore I fear to make amends we shall adore Your sacred Presence since that ever since We have been curst that you were forced hence FINIS
Do as you 've done use them extreamly rude King But that will but provoke them more and more Car. The way to keep them down 's to keep them poor For shoo'd your Highness let them wealthy grow And suffer them no misery to know They woo'd on all occasions able be For to rebell against your Majestie King But we have pas't our Royal word to ease Them of their taxes if that them will please Card. Then you have done that which you will repent Think you they will with that themselves content No no upon my word they will pull down If that they can from off your head your Crown I know too well the nature of those men How that there 's not amongst them one in ten Which truly loves the title of a King So is it to them such an odious thing They woo'd that all men shoo'd in common live And have no Law but what themselves do give Marshal enters Marsh. Your Lord High Admiral implease your Grace Was even now arrested 'fore my face And carry'd to the Castle in all hast There close pâ—isoner to be shut up fast King What says our Marshal speak it once again For to conceive you we have mighty pain Card. I cannot blame your Highness 't is a thing Sufficient to astonish any King Marsh. Your Admiral implease you Sir I say Was carry'd even now by force away King Who is 't that was so sawcy and so bold Without our order on him to lay hold Marsh. The men which did the other day by Bill Present unto your Grace your peoples will King Our Admiral in prison can it be Just Heavens tho 't cost our Crown wee 'le set him free We will not long there suffer him to lie And too much less consent he e're shall die To us his services are too well known To let him under such a burthen groan We cannot with him so un-King-like deal Who has so much oblig'd our Common-weal No no wee 'le make those blacker souls to know That more respect to us they ought to shew Then to arrest without our Royal leave Any which we don 't criminal conceive Think they we hold this Scepter here in vain And over us will suffer them to raign Men namely which more cruel are then wise Which God and all Religion do despise Or think they wee 'le content us with the name Of King and not in power be the same No no by Heaven wee 'le make their pride to fall And will be King or else not King at all Go fetch the heads of those two Monsters straite And clap them fast upon the City gate To serve for terror and example too To any that hereafter so woo'd do And break the prison doors to set him free For wee 'le not stay until they op'ned be Marsh. Implease your Grace I 'le make what speed I may Your Majesty in this for to obey Exit Card. This is the language of a King indeed And of such men the means for to be free'd Shoo'd not your Highness with such rigour deal You 'de quickly overthrow your Common-weal It is no little danger for to give The rains to such which know not how to live King 'T is true my Lord but yet too strict a course Oftimes does make some men but ten times worse Had we to deal with men of wit and sence They coo'd not be misâ—ed by ought pretence Pray Heaven our Kingdom and our Crown defend From that which we so much do apprehend Car. What can your Highness apprehend I 'de know Considering that you have no forraign foe King A Domestick one is worse my Lord by far Shoo'd we be forced to a Civil war Card. That 's not likely they may perchance rebell But long resist believ 't they cannot tell Because you do possess implease your Grace Ev'ry Town of strength and war-like place King VVell hap how 't will we Heaven to witness take VVe will not strike until that us they make And 't shall be with regret and sorrow too So 'gainst our Subjects to be forc't to do Enter Spedicious with a dispatch from Spain Sped My Lord does humbly kiss your Highness hands And too with all sent me with these commands 'T is news implease your Majesty from Spain To tell you how the match they entertain King Here kiss our hand how does your Master well Has no mischance him in the way befell Sped No none implease your Majestie he did Arrive with acclamations at Madrid So joyful were the people for to hear The cause and Subject of his coming there King T is well our business needs must take effect Since that the common people it affect Exeunt The fourth Scene Enter Francina alone Franc. THe Prince love me and so against my will Repeat and urge me him for to fulfill Good Heavens what kind of man and Lover's he So for another to transported be As be more earnest in the Princes cause Then in his own as then I found he was VVas it for want of Love why then did he Press it with so much importunity Since that he coo'd not chuse but know the good Must needs redown to me and all my blood And if he lov'd me as I do believe VVhy did he seek a Rival to receive It was because I might a Princess be No doubt which is in love a mysterie That on his own content shoo'd so contem To let his Mistress wear a Diadem Oh love not to be equall'd now I must Or love again or else be most unjust He that my scorn and slight coo'd not offend Ought in all reason to my love pretend 'T is not a Crown can pluck away the dart VVhich love has shot so deep into my heart Nor yet much less the name of Queen remove The resolution I have took to love Such poor respects in love ought not to be Nor will I suffer they shall be in me No no but I will love without respect Since he himself for me can so neglect Prince enters Prince Dear Madam all alone what have you none To tell your grief to but your self alone Or is 't a secret you will not impart Least you shoo'd meet with a deceitful heart Trust me sweet Madam with 't I will not deal So much unlike a Prince as it reveal Fran. That Sir I hope you 'le think not I do fear Shoo'd I to make it known to you forbear It may be such a foolish trifling thing Not worth the ear of him that will be King Prince Madam if it be fit to move you so It cannot be unfit for me to know Pray tell it me that I may likewise grieve The matter merits it I do believe Fran. That which in justice ought to make me weep Ought not in reason for to break your sleep For all the world I woo'd not speak that thing Which might unto your Highness sorrow bring Prince Ah dear Madam your words are killing sweet To make them good I wish
you thought it meet Then shoo'd I happy be and be at rest Enjoying that which cannot be exprest Fran. It cannot be exprest 't is true indeed The subject which does make my heart to bleed Prince You do not or you will not me conceive So loth you are the truth for to believe Fran. Implease you Sir I neere was backward yet To credit that which might not be unfit Prince Ah Heav'ns but you want faith to credit me Or if you don 't you kill me willingly Fran. How kill the Prince here take the Traitress life Prince I ask no more then you to be my wife Fran. Your wife implease you Sir and woo'd you be Unto your self so much your enemy As take a creature to your Princely bed So little worth so poorly born and bred No no it cannot be I know you jest Prince By all the Gods I do not I protest Fran. Swear what you please my duty will not let My faith be tempted for to credit it I know too well my merit and your own It to admit into my thoughts alone Prince Trust me I burn but with so chaste a flame That Virgins without sin may have the same Fran. A Princess woo'd implease your Highness be A fitter object for your amity Prince What 's fit for me good Madam do not so Better then I my self pretend to know That 's not the business we have now in hand Nor did e're Love upon such terms yet stand Fran. Although you are a Prince you are less free Then one of us which are of low degree You cannot of your self your self dispose And not the hearts of all your subjects lose If love be blind and shoots without respect The King is not nor will he you neglect To let you marry where your fancy takes Except he sees it for the Kingdom makes So are you subject to the Rules of State And ought in reason his consent to waite Prince Madam as I 'me a Prince so will I be As well as others in affection free I value not the love and will of those Who for so small a thing will be my foes Do you but give consent and I 'le not waite Nor yet subscribe to any Rules of State Fran. Woo'd you that I to please you shoo'd consenâ— And King and all your Subjects discontent D' you make so little reck'ning of me Sir As your content before my good prefer In this appears you do not truly love For if you did you woo'd more kinder prove Prince Is it to hate you Madam and contemâ— To set upon your head a Diadem No no in it appears I honour you And that my passion is both just and true Wherefore fair soul do not so cruel prove As call that disrespect which men call love Fran. What glory is 't upon my head to place A Crown of gold and lose it â—ith disgrace A Country Clown I swear I 'de rather wed Then with such fears approach a Princes bed Prince These are fantastique fears which do pâ—oceed From want of Love which make ill humours breed Did but his flames once warm and heat your brest You of such doubts woo'd soon be dispossest Dear Madam make your Prince no longer sue For that which is by love and duty due Fran. I know my duty bids me to obey But but my love implease you Sir says nay I cannot give my heart to more then one Which having done is now no more my own Prince What have I a Rival then good now tell Me Madam where that sawcy man does dwell That I may make his passion for to know That to his Prince he more respect does owe Then to presume to court where I do love Although the object may him justly move Yet I was told that no man coo'd perswade You for to break the vow that you had made Of living chast and single all your life And to no earthly creature to be wife Fran. You hearing that why does your Highness seek The oath which I have took to make me break It is no small offence to Heav'n above You know so perjur'd and forsworn to prove Prince Were you forsworn in pitty of my heat Heav'n woo'd forgive you sure it is so great Fran. 'T is true I said so but it was to try And exercise his love and constancy Prince And who is it sweet Madam be not coy To name the man that must those joyes enjoy Fran. A friend of yours and one that did so plead Your cause that he has made my soul to bleed Prince A friend of mine if ever he was so He must henceforward be my mortal foe Fran. How his mortal foe Sir you cannot sure Be so ingrate to him which sought to cure Your love-sick soul with so much care and pains As if that he thereof shoo'd reap the gains Ah Heav'ns is 't possible that one shoo'd love And yet with zeal so for another move What said he not or what did he omit Which might be able my consent to get Prince He is a Traytor Madam and I must Both to my passion and his sin be just Fran. He is no Traytour Sir his honest soul Woo'd rather die then do a thing so foul Prince Instead of aid and giving me relief He has usurp't my place and mockt my grief Fran. He has not it usurp't it is his due And fitter too for him then 't is for you Exeunt The fourth ACT the first Scene Enter King and Cardinal King WE 're glad my Lord our business takes so well With Spain in case our people shoo'd rebell For they will be to us a prop and stay And on occasion help us ev'ry way Card. So that they may the better do I heare For certain there 's a peace concluding there Which for your Majesty will greatly make By reason of this match if it does take King We must my Lord a Navy out of hand Make fit to fetch that Princess to our Land Who shortly as our Letters say will be Prepar'd and ready for to put to Sea This matter does our Admiral require Of whom to hear no news we much admire Card. Perhaps he finds resistance in the way And that by fair means they will not obey King If that by fair means they will not consent We will make them by foul it to repent Enter Marshal How now Marshal what have you done the feat What moves you thus and makes you have this heat Where 's our Admiral Marsh Implease you Sir There 's in the City such a coyle and stir Upon the knowledge of your Highness will That ev'ry one betakes him to his Bill And such like weapons as he can procure To save the one and keep the other sure For to be short they say they 'le sooner die Then give up either to your Majestie As for your Admiral they are agree'd By law against him quickly to proceed And if they find him worthy not of Death They will by no means take away his breath King
some other boot No no believe me he will make you â—ight Before hee 'le go for that which is your Right The French likewise Sir having nought to do Will lose no time you may be sure on 't too But will make hay whil'st that the Sun shall shine Pretending to your party to encline But when they 're in the way to get them out Will be no easie matter too no doubt In story we may read some such event When King and Subject have had discontent Whereas if you your peoples love coo'd gain You need not care a fig for France nor Spain There 's nee're a stroke struck yet one word may now Do that which one day you may not know how King What sayes the Traytor take him hence to dwell With those infernal fire-brands of Hell What mak'st thou me a Coward or a King Thou foul-mouth'd-fellow to utter such a thing Doest think thou Traytor that we bear this sword To cut off those that do obey our â—ord No no thou worst of men wee 'le make thee know Those Rebels too what duty they do owe And not so eas'ly yield unto their lust Those men that to our Crown have prov'd so just That Prince's not fit a Scepter for to hold That will be by his Subjects so controul'd And since that Heav'n has put it in our hand Wee 'le sway it to the terrour of the Land Wee 'le sway it to the terrour of all those That do appear to be our Kingdoms foes Whereof with reason we suspect you one VVherefore secure him till our pleasure 's known Carried to prison The greatest treason commonly comes in Maskt with advice upon our souls to win The easier acceptation and so trappans Our very reason into our enemies hands Sotus enters Sotus The Prince implease you Sir sent me in haste To tell you that more time he will not waste But without fail will through the foe make way To kiss your Royal hands this very day The Cavilry together with the foot Are in a fighting posture ready put King Heav'n prosper his advance wee 're ready too And will endeavour likewise to cut throw And clear his passage to our Royal Place VVherefore my Lords let 's more then go apace Exeunt The sixth Scene Enter Zorates and Selucious Selu BUT what if the King o'recomes and gets the day VVhat will become of us we cannot run away The Sea-ports ev'ry where are so secur'd VVe cannot hope t' escape be you assur'd Nor in the City can we shelter have For ev'ry man himself will strive to save And rather then their lives and fortunes loose Be ready for us for to make a noose Zor Still fears and doubts 't is ominous I swear And does presage our ruine I do fear Success in ought attempt is only when VVe march on boldly and nee're look back agen The Gods are just and will reward our care Much better then you think for never fear Besides do not the Prophets of our Age Tell us we shall prevail against their rage They know the mind of Heav'n to which we must And ought in reason too for to give trust Selu Were not our cause much better then their skill For all their Art I shoo'd be fearfull still Their knowledge is not certain so to be Nor trusted too as infallibility They oft'ner miss then hit the mark I know How e're the vulgar sort they cozen so Crocus enters Cro. The King is victor and the City flies To him for mercy with exceeding cryes There 's nought discoursâ—d but Presents for the King And how they may contentment to him bring How that they may procure his wonted grace And like loyal Subjects look him in the face Zor Then we are lost and by the people too We shall be left which is our double wo. They that to a multitude will trust Are worse then mad although the cause be just Just or unjust to them it is all one Success having pow'r to make it so alone Selu 'T is true it has amongst the vulgar sort But with the best it has but mean report Men that have reason for to judge aright In ought success take not so much delight So to abuse their judgement as conclude The cause is just cause conquest is refus'd Well be 't how 't will how ever I have been Drawn in by you my Lord thus overseen I ever thought the course that we did take Woo'd one day make your head and mine to ake Cro. What no reward for this so happy news aside I 've known the time my pains not so to loose Zor I ever thought your fear woo'd us undo Wherefore my Lord farewell farewell adieu Offers to go Enter the Maior of the City with his Common-Council and Officers Maior Stay Traytors stay and leave your heads behind To pacifie an'appease his Graces mind We had not thus resisted had not you With your perswasions urg'd us thereunto You 've drawn us in and we will draw you out And leave you to his mercy without doubt Exeunt Enter King with his Life-Guard King Break down the City Gates and likewise then Bring us the heads of those rebellious men My Lords that are restrain'd at freedom set With fire and sword make way to all that let Sotus enters Sotus Implease you Sir now at your Palace Gate The City with those Traytors now do wait With halters 'bout their necks to testifie Their true compunction to your Majestie King This forc't repentance never can be good 'T is as unâ—holsom as water in the blood Where is the man to save himself will not Counterfeit a grief so to be forgot That is a baite Rebellion layes to catch An easie faith a greater harm to watch VVe will not so be cosen'd they must die Not our will so much as our necessity My Lord you 're welcome to us once agen Cardinal and Admiral enters VVhom never more we ever thought t' have seen Such was the fury of this peoples rage VVhich nothing but a Crown coo'd them asswage Or your dear lives which are to us so dear Rather then lose our Crown wee 'd never wear Card. Sir such expressions we do not deserve But from our duty we will never swerve Restraint nay life it self is too too low A pledge of that allegiance we do owe. Our being here woo'd but a burthen be To us wer 't not to 〈◊〉 your Majestie Enter Prince and Princess Flora with the Spanish Train and the rest of the Officers of the Army King There comes th' Iâ—â—anta whom we long'd to see And did expect with such impatiency VVelcome fair Flora welcome to our Land VVe and all our Subjects are at your Command No wonder at our conquest since your eyes Have pow'r alone to kill and sacrifice Princess VVrong not the valour of these Heroes so As that this Conquest ought to me does owe Nor yet the justness of your cause Great Sir Which now has ended all this coyle and stir Though cause