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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A30847	The unhappy favourite, or, The Earl of Essex a tragedy : acted at the Theatre Royal by Their Majesty's servants / written by John Bankes.	Banks, John, d. 1706.; Dryden, John, 1631-1700.	1682 (1682)	Wing B663; ESTC R10948	49,320	86

Defence He soon retreated to the nearest Staires And so came back by Water at the Time When your most Valiant Souldiers with their Leader Enter'd his House and took Southampton and the Rest. Th' affrighted Earl Defenceless both in mind And body without the Power to help himself And being full of Horrour in his Thoughts Was forc'd to run for shelter in the Room Of a small Summer House upon the Thames Which when the Souldiers came to search and found him Who then had Eyes and did not melt for Pitty To see the High the Gallant Essex there Trembling and Panting like the frighted Quarry Whom the fierce Hawk had in his eager Eye Queen Ha! By my Stars I think the mournful Tale Has almost made thee weep Can Essex miseries Then force Compassion from thy Flinty Breast 'A weeps the Crocodile weeps o're his Prey How wretched and how low then art thou faln That ev'n thy Barbarous Hunters can neglect Their Rage and turn their cruel sport to pitty What then must be my Lot how many sighs How many Griefs Repentances and Horrours Must I Eternally indure for this Where is the Earl Burl. Under sufficient Guard In order to his sending to the Tower Queen Ha In the Tower How durst they send him there Without my Order Burl. Th'Earles are yet without In the Lieutenants Custody who waites But to receive your Majesties Command To carry 'em thither Queen What shall I do now Wake me thou watchful Genius of thy Queen Rouze me and Arme now against my Foe Aside Pitty 's my Enemy and Love's my Foe And both have equally Conspir'd with Essex Ha! Shall I then refuse to punish him Condemn the Slave that disobey'd my Orders That brav'd me to my Face and did attempt To murder me then went about to gain My Subjects Hearts and seize my Crown Now by my thousand wrongs 'a dyes dyes quickly And I cou'd Stab this Heart if I but thought Aside The Traytor in it to corrupt it Away And send him to the Tower with speed Yet hold C. Nott. The Queen 's distracted how to save the Earl Her Study puts my Hatred on the Wrack Aside Queen Who is it thou wou'dst kill with so much hast Is it not Essex Him thou didst Create And Crown'd his Morning with full Rayes of Honours Whilst he return'd 'em with whole Springs of Lawrels Faught for thy Fame a Hundred Times in Blood And ventur'd twice as many Lives for thee And shall I then for one rash act of his Of which I was the cruel Cause Condemn him Aside C. Not. Her Rage Ebbs out and Pity flows apace Aside Queen Do what you will my Stars do as you please Just Heav'n and Sensure England's Queen for it Yet Essex I must see and then who e're thou art That when I 'm dead shall call this tender Fault This only Action of my Life in Question Thou canst at worst but say that it was Love Love that does never cease to be Obey'd Love that has all my Power and strength betray'd Love that swayes wholly like the Cause of things Kings may Rule Subjects but Love Reigns o're Kings Sets bounds to Heav'ns high Wrath when 't is severe And is the greatest Bliss and Virtue there Aside Carry Southampton to the Tower straight But Essex I will see before he goes Now help me Art check ev'ry Pulse within me And let me feign a Courage tho' I 've none Enter Essex with Guards Behold 'a comes with such a Pomp of misery Greatness in all he shews and nothing makes Him less but turns to be Majestick in him Aside All that are present for a while withdraw And leave the Prisoner here with me Unguarded Exeunt Manent Queen Essex Ess. Thus tho I am Condemn'd and hated by you A Traytor by your Royal will Proclaim'd Essex kneels Thus do I bless my Queen and all those Powers That have inspir'd her with such tender mercy As once to hear her dying Essex speak And now receive his Sentence from your Lips Which let it be my Life or Death they 'r both Alike to me from you my Royal Mistress And thus I will receive my Doom and wish My Knees might ever till my dying minute Cleave to the Earth as now they do in token of The choicest humblest begging of the Blessing Queen Pray rise my Lord. You see that I dare venture To leave my self without a Guard between us Ess. Fairest that e're was England's Queen you need not The time has been that Essex has been thought A Guard and being near you has been more Than Crouds of Mercinary Slaves And is he not so now O think me rather Think me a Traytor if I can be so Without a thought against your Pretious Life But wrong me not with that For by your self By your bright self that rules o're all my Wishes I Swear I would not touch that Life to be As Great as you the Greatest Prince on Earth Lightning shou'd blast me first E're I wou'd touch the Person of my Queen Less gentle than the Breeze Queen Oh y' are become a wondrous Penitent My Lord the time has been you were not so Then you were haughty and because you urg'd me Urg'd me beyond the suffering of a Saint To strike you which a King wou'd have obey'd Then straight your Malice led you to the City Tempting my Loyal Subjects to Rebel Laying a Plot how to surprize the Court Then seize my Person with my chiefest Council To Murder them and I to beg your Mercy This this the wond'rous Faithful Essex did Thou whom I rais'd from the vile Dust of man And plac'd thee as a jewel in my Crown And bought thee dearly for my Favour at the rate Of all my Peoples Grievances and Curses Yet thou didst this ingrateful Monster this And all for which as surely thou shalt dye Dye like the foulest and the worst Ingrate But Fetters now have humbled you I see Ess. O hear me speak most injur'd Majesty Brightest of Queens Goddess of Mercy too Oh think not that the Fear of Death or Prisons Can e're disturb a Heart like mine or make it More Guilty or more sensible of Guilt All that y' are pleas'd to say I now confess Confess my Misery my Crime my shame Yet neither Death nor Hell shou'd make me own it But true Remorce and duty to your self And Love I dare stand Candidate with Heav'n Who loves you most and purest Queen Now he awakes me And all my Faculties begin to listen Steal to my Eyes and tread soft paces to My Ears as loth to be discover'd yet As loth to loose the Syrens Charming song Help me a little now my cautious Angel Aside I must confess I formerly believ'd so And I acknowledg'd it by my Rewards Ess. You have but oh what has my Rashness done And what has not my Guilt Condemn'd me to Seated I was in Heav'n where once that Angel That haughty Spirit Reign'd that Tempted me But now thrown