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A59445
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The royal shepherdess a tragi-comedy, acted by His Highness the Duke of York's servants.
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Shadwell, Thomas, 1642?-1692.; J. F. (John Fountain). Rewards of vertue.
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Common Then this which is not thought a sin because It seems an Impulse of Nature King Hear'st thou Pyrrhus I am distracted Qu. The King Priest All happiness attend your Majesty King I must contain how do you Madam Qu. Always happy whilst your Majesty is so King And what are you discoursing of Qu. Nothing but good with this good person sure King Whatâ—s that you talk of which is not Sin Because an impulse of Nature Qu. What do you mean Sir Priest I know not how we came by Chance to speak How little wantonness is thought a sin Because it seemeth an Impulse of Nature Whereas the Vertuous still fix their Eyes It has been very long two hours at least Enter a Lord of the Councel It 's bad enough for certain here it comes My Lord you have been long but I expect No good and therefore care not if you had Been longer Lord. Sir before I can satisfie your Expectations I must humbly pray you will be pleas'd to pardon The intreating your Answer to a Question On which all we have done depends King What 's that Lord. I may seem too insolent but the whole Truth Of all the Examination does depend Upon 't that is Whether your Majesty Did not one night Command a little Lady That waits on the Princess one Vrania To attend you in that Grotto where The Queen and Priest were seiz'd on King I did Lord. And she was there King She was Lord. Is your Majesty assur'd it was she or might it be the Queen King Ha! her Whispers were like the Queens Pyrrhus knows I told him so Lord. Be happy then great Prince Your Queen is Innocent your Priest is holy And Geron and Neander onely are Tâ—e Criminals King Are you assur'd of this Lord. Yes Sir it was the Hellish contrivance of Geron and Neander brought them both together King Why did not the Queen reveal this Lord. She rather would have dy'd then have disclos'd Your Sâ—mmoâ—â— to Vrania which with your Majesties Paâ—â—on she 's pleas'd to call your dishonour King My Lord it was but pray relieve my Wonder And tell me the whole Story Lord. Sir in this Confession of Geron and Neander and Phronesia which we having found them Tripping in some part of the Story by threatning Tortures have extorted from 'em Your Majesty may fully read the Story of the Innocence of the Queen and Priest and of the guilt of these Barbarous Wretches King Blest ' Heaven how are thy wayes just like thy Orbes Involv'd within each other yet still we find Thy Judgements are like Comets that do blaze And fright but die withall whilst all thy Mercies Are like the Stars which ofttimes are obscur'd But still remain the same behind the Clouds Pyrr May all your Doubts and Fears thus terminate Lord. Thus are you shaken to be more confirm'd King Send for Vrania Pyrrhus she shall wear This day the just rewards of Virtue I Will visit my brave Queen who rather chose To die unjustly as a Criminal Then I should justly be so term'd For which I will proclaim my Fault since she Will have the Glory of concealing it Enter Evadne Evad. The King seems pleas'd as he has reason King My Lord let the Councel remove Into the Hall where before all the Court I 'le bring my Queen in Triumph there to hear Her base Accusers sentenc'd Ex. all but Evadne Evad. I was told I should find Cleantha here Why did I beg to leave my Cell Where I did never injure any one To see this place and in so little time To do more mischief than whole Generations Can parallel how much Had it been better I had ever dwelt In those Retirements where small Sins seem great And great Devotions small then to be here Where the blood of Queens and Priests had like To have been sacrific'd to the Malice of Wicked men had not the Gods taken the Cause Clean. How 's this King What mean'st thou Gent. See Sir see Those Cheeks that lately Beauty wore now pale With guilt King Her Crime Gent. She is with Child Clean. It is impossible she cannot dissemâ—â—e so much Vertue I 'le engage my Life she 's Innocent King How know you this Gent. Sir being sent in haste by my Lord Pyrrhus To bring her to your Majesty by chance I learn't of one o' th' Servants of the Princess Near to what place he thought she was I made Enquiry there at a small house I was acquainted at The Woman told me She thought she I enquir'd for was in the house And asking of me many Circumstances She told me it was surely she but told me too As a great Secret That she was with Child But that she said she was Marry'd As did her Mother who this morning left her At this I went to Vrania who confes't it But would not tell me who her Husband was And was very loth to come with me though I told her your Majesty had sent for her King And is this truth Urania 1. Lord. Speak to the King Vran. 'T is true King And who 's your Husband Lord. â—e not sham'd to name your Husband Madam 'T will be your shame if you name none Uran. I am not â—sham'd to name him but affraid King 〈◊〉 â—s't speak Vâ—an 〈…〉 not disobey and by my Lord Am autho◠〈…〉 him when 〈…〉 quâ—stion'd who 's more tender 〈…〉 his own 1. Lord. Name him Vran. It is the Great Theander Qu. The Prince King What are you marry'd to the Prince Marry'd to Theander Rises in a Fury Vran. O pardon me Great King That I refus'd not to be taken from A Cottage to the bosome of a Prince On such Conditions as we dar'd to call The Gods to Witness King Whether she be his Wife Or onely dares affirm it though she were More to me then my Eyes she should Die e're I sleep Clean. Upon my Knees I beg Great Sir you will recall this hasty Sentence It is the Princes fault not hers King I will hear No Intercessions by the Honour of a King I swear it The Prince in some few hours Will be in Town if what she sayes be false This news shall be his welcome but if true 'T is fit his coming be too late to save her Vran. Ah Great Prince pity the distress'd who has No friend to plead her Cause all I affirm Is truth Theander is my Witness see Takes a Letâ—er ouâ— of her bosome That Noble Name this I receiv'd from him Not three dayes since King reads it and gives it to the Queen King 'T is so but know Vrania My Crown would prove too heavy for your off-spring Fit onely for â—ottages it will behove you to Prepare â—or death this day within Two hours Qu. Sir hold Clean. I beseech your Majesty King I charge you on your Loyalty to hold I swear again this day within â—wo hours I 'le see her head off Marshall take her hence Nean. Peace wicked Woman Ger. O vile Woman 't is you