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Vertue betray'd, or, Anna Bullen a tragedy : acted at His Royal Highness, the Duke's Theatre / written by John Banks.
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Banks, John, d. 1706.
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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
Vertue Betray'd OR ANNA BULLEN A TRAGEDY ACTED at His Royal Highness THE DUKE's Theatre Written by IOHN BANKS Crescit sub Pondere Virtus LONDON Printed for R. Bentley and M. Magnes in Russel-Street in Covent-Garden MDCLXXXII TO THE ILLUSTRIOUS PRINCESS ELIZABETH DUTCHESS of SOMERSET Madam HAving met with Success in a Poem of this Nature I was incourag'd to proceed and lay the Scene again in a Country that perhaps hath not been nor is now inferior for Heroick Personages to any part of the World and if It is not so esteem'd it has been through the dulness of our Historians or the Ingratitude or Designs of our Poets who may think it an easier Course to write of the Improbable and Romantick Actions of Princes remote both by distance of Time and Place than to be confin'd at home where ev'ry School-Boy has a right to be a Crittick and ev'ry Gentleman an Interest to stand the Champion of his Family against a rash and inconsiderate Author I say not this to derogate from those Excellency of Your real Perfections and though her Merits rais'd her to a Crown and she was Queen her Fortunes were less Miraculous than Yours For Heaven without a Diadem never showr'd down so many admirable Blessings of Virtue Beauty Birth Wit and Fortune upon any One of Your Sex before I dare no further attempt their Description with my Ignorance lest I speak too Meanly or Irreverently of 'em therefore I 'le leave the mighty Subject to some more Glorious Pen For none but a Cowley or the best of Laureats ought to write of you My mean Stile has no other Ornament than Truth and with that and in all Humility I return Thanks for Your most Gracious Acceptance of so poor a Trifle which has scarce given a more happy Life to the Play than it has to the Author who is Madam Your Grace's most Humble most Obedient and most Devoted Servant J. Banks PROLOGUE Spoken to Anna Bullen written by a Person of Quality TO all Impartial Iudges in the Pit And ev'ry beauteous Patroness of Wit I 'm sent to plead the Poets Cause and say There 's not one Slander in his modest Play He brings before your Eyes a modern Story Yet meddles not with either Whig or Tory. Was 't not enough vain Men of either side Two Roses once the Nation did divide But must it be in danger now agen Betwixt our Scarlet and Green-Ribbon Men Who made this diff'rence were not Englands Friends Be not their Tools to serve their Plotting Ends. Damn the State-Fop who here his Zeal discovers And o're the Stage like our ill Genius hovers Give us a Pit of Drunkards and of Lovers Good Sanguine Men who mind no State Affair But bid a base World of it self take Care We hope there lives not so abhorr'd a Thing But loves his Country and wou'd serve his King But in your Parties why should we engage Or meddle with the Plots of a mad Age We lose enough by those upon the Stage Welcome Mask-Teazer Peevish Gamster Huffer All Fools but Politicians we can suffer A Gods name let each keep to his Vocation Our Trade is to mend You and not the Nation Besides our Author has this further End 'T is not enough if but One Side 's his Friend He needs you All his weakness to defend And to oblige you to 't hopes he has shown No Country has Men braver than your own His Hero's all to England are confin'd To your own Fathers sure you will be kind He brings no Forreigners to move your Pity But sends them to a Iury of the City PERSONS Represented KING Harry Mr. Smith Cardinal Mr. Gillow Northumberland Mr. Wiltshire Piercy Mr. Betterton Rochford Mr. Jos. Williams Anna Bullen Mrs. Barry Lady Diana Talbot Mrs. Petty Lady Eliz. Blunt Young Princess Elizabeth Ladies Gentlemen Attendants and Guards SCENE LONDON VERTUE BETRAY'D OR Anna Bullen ACT I. SCENE I. Enter Northumberland and Rochford North. THis is the Day shall Crown your Parents wishes And long expecting hopes The King intends To publish streight his Marriage with your Sister And make her known by th' Title of his Queen The Reason why it was so long kept secret Was our great Cardinal's Delays and Tricks Of Rome which Harry has with Frowns discover'd But since in spite of Woolsey and the Conclave By Reverend Cranmer has the Cause been try'd And Katherine is this day proclaim'd divorc'd Roch. Heav'n be my Witness brave Northumberland It joyes not me but that it is his pleasure Whose Happiness we all are bound to pray for And may my Sister's Crown sit lighter on Her Brow than does the Honour upon mine Something of boding whispers to my Soul And tells me Oh! this Marriage will be fatal Methinks I see a Sword ty'd to a Thread Small as a Hair hang o're our Pageant Greatness Believe me Friend Thrones are severest Touch-stones And like the Emblem of their Guard the Lyon All but of Royal-Blood they will destroy North. My Lord this is severe to all that love you And you reflect unkindly on your Fortunes Roch. Fortune why did she lay her load on her A load I say to quiet Minds she should Have cast it upon one that was ambitious My Lord it had been kindly done of Fortune T' have seen my Sister wedded to her Vows Your Peircy's Wife and not at one time made her Both Cruel to the Queen and False to him North. You know my Lord we all are Witnesses With what remorse she took the Regal Burthen That fate upon her like a heavy Armour On a Child's back she stagger'd with the Weight Roch. Oh! may it not be fatal to us Heav'n For at the very time she gave her Hand To th' eager King to fasten't with a Pledge The Ring fell off and could no more be found North. Meer Chance my Lord. Roch. And then immediately When the glad Ceremonies were perform'd The amorous King bending to kiss her Hand A shower of Pearls broke passage from her Eyes And all-bedew'd his Head with ominous Tears North. The common use of every bashful Bride Roch. What will she do when she shall â—â—â—â—â—stand Our foul Designs and Peircy's Innocence His Letters to her that you intercepted And counterfeited others to deceive her To make her once believe that he was marry'd But what a mortal Grief will seize your Son When he shall find his Mistress was betray'd And forc'd to marry one she cannot love North. To prevent that Soon as he 's come to Court Just but to see she 's marry'd and no more Not giving him the time for second thoughts I 'll make a Match between him and the Heiress Of Shrewsbury Roch. A very gallant Lady As Virtuous Beautiful and Richer far Than all our Generation of that Sex North. You wrong your self to slatter me Her Father Brings her this day on purpose from the Country But the Queen thinks already they are marry'd Roch. And are you sure to gain your Sons consent