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A36692 The Spanish fryar, or, The double discovery acted at the Duke's Theatre / written by John Dryden ... Dryden, John, 1631-1700. 1681 (1681) Wing D2368; ESTC R11507 59,675 120

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Dominic the Spanish Fryar Mr. Lee. THE SPANISH FRYAR OR THE Double Discovery ACT I. Alphonso Pedro meet with Souldiers on each side Drums c. Alph. STand give the Word Pedro. The Queen of Arragon Alph. Pedro how goes the night Pedr. She wears apace Alph. Then welcom day-light We shall have warm work on 't The Moore will ' gage His utmost Forces on this next Assault To win a Queen and Kingdom Pedro Pox o'th is Lyon-way of wooing though Is the Queen stirring yet Alph. She has not been abed but in her Chapel All night devoutly watch'd and brib'd the Saints With Vows for her Deliverance ● Pedro O Alphonso I fear they come too late her Father's crimes Sit heavy on her and weigh down her prayers A Crown usurp'd a lawfull King depos'd In bondage held debarr'd the common light His Children murther'd and his Friends destroy'd What can we le●s expect then what we feel And what we fear will follow Alph. Heav'n avert it Pedro Then Heav'n must not be Heav'n Judge the event By what has pass'd Th' Usurper joy'd not long His ill-got Crown 'T is true he dy'd in peace Unriddle that ye Pow'rs But left his Daughter Our present Queen ingag'd upon his death-bed To marry with young Bertran whose curs'd Father Had help'd to make him great Hence you well know this fatal War arose Because the Moore Abdalla with whose Troops Th' Usurper gain'd the Kingdom was refus'd And as an Infidel his Love despis'd Alph. Well we are Souldiers Ped●o and like Lawyers Plead for our Pay Pedro A good Cause wou'd doe well though It gives my Sword and Edge You see this Bertran Has now three times been beaten by the Moores What hope we have is in young Torrismond Your brother's Son Alph. He 's a succe●sfull Warriour And has the Souldiers hearts Upon the skirts Of Arragon our squander'd Troops he rallies Our Watchmen from the Tow'rs with longing Eyes Expect his swift Arrival Pedro It must be swift or it will come too late Alph. No more Duke Bertran Enter Bertran attended Bertr Relieve the Ce●t'rys that have watch'd all night To Ped. Now Collonel have you dispos'd your men That you stand idle her● Pedro Mine are drawn off To take a short repose Bertr Short let it be For from the Moorish Camp this hour and more There has been heard a distant humming noise Like Bees disturb'd and arming in their hives What Courage in our Souldiers Speak What hope Pedro As much as when Physicians shake their heads And bid their dying Patient think of Heav'n Our Walls are thinly mann'd our best Men slain The rest an heartless number spent with Watching And harass'd out with Duty Bertran Good-night all then Pedro Nay for my part 't is but a single life I have to lose I 'll plant my Colours down In the mid-breach and by 'em fix my foot Say a short Souldier's Pray'r to spare the trouble Of my few Friends above and then expect The next fair Bullet Alph. Never was known a night of such distraction Noise so confus'd and dreadfull Justling Crowds That run and know not whither Torches gliding Like Meteors by each other in the streets Pedro I met a reverend fat old gouty Fryar With a Paunch swoln so high his double Chin Might rest upon 't A true Son of the Church Fresh colour'd and well thriven on his Trade Come puffing with his greazy bald-pate Quire And fumbling o'er his Beads in such an Agony He told 'em false for fear About his Neck There hung a Wench the Labell of his Function Whom he shook off i'faith methought unkindly It seems the holy Stallion durst not score Another Sin before he left the world Enter a Captain Capt. To Arms My Lord to Arms. From the Moors Camp the noise grows louder still Rattling of Armour Trumpets Drums and Ataballes And sometimes Peals of Shouts that rend the Heav'ns Like Victory then Groans again and Howlings Like those of vanquish'd men But every Echo Goes fainter off and dyes in distant Sounds Bertran Some false Attaque expect on t'other side One to the Gunners on St. Iago's Tow'r Bid 'em for shame Level their Cannon lower On my Soul They 're all corrupted with the Gold of Barbary To carry over and not hurt the Moor. Enter second Captain 2. Capt. My Lord here 's fresh Intelligence arriv'd Our Army led by Valiant Torrismond Is now in hot Engagement with the Moors 'T is said within their Trenches Bertr I think all Fortune is reserv'd for him He might have sent us word though And then we cou'd have favour'd his Attempt With Sallies from the Town Alph. It cou'd not be We were so close block'd up that none cou'd peepe Upon the Walls and live But yet 't is time Bertr No 't is too late I will not hazard it On pain of Death let no man dare to sally Pedr. aside Oh Envy Envy how it works within him How now What means this Show Alph. 'T is a Procession The Queen is going to the great Cathedral To pray for our Success against the Moores Pedro Very good She usurps the Throne keeps the old king in Prison and at the same time is praying for a Blessing Oh Religion and Roguery how they go together A Procession of Priests and Choristers in white with Tapers follow'd by the Queen and Ladies goes over the Stage the Choristers singing Look down ye bless'd above look down Behold our weeping Matron's Tears Behold our tender Virgins Fears And with success our Armies crown Look down ye bless'd above look down Oh! save us save us and our State restore For Pitty Pitty Pitty we implore For Pitty Pitty Pitty we implore The Procession goes off and shout within Then enter Lorenzo who kneels to Alphonso Bertr to Alph. A joyfull Cry and see your Son Lorenzo Good news kind Heav'n Alph. to Lorenzo O welcome welcome Is the General safe How near our Army When shall we be succour'd Or Are we succour'd Are the Moores remov'd Answer these Questions first and then a Thousand more Answer 'em all together Lorenzo Yes when I have a thousand Tongues I will The General 's well His Army too is safe As Victory can make 'em The Moores King Is safe enough I warrant him for one At dawn of day our General cle●t his Pate Spight of his woollen Night-cap A ●light wound Perhaps he may recover Alphonso Thou reviv'st me Pedro By my computation now the Victory was gain'd before the Procession was made for it and yet it will go hard but the Priests will make a Miracle on 't Lorenzo Yes Faith we came like bold intruding Guests And took 'em unprepar'd to give us welcome Their Scouts we kill'd then found their Body sleeping And as they lay confus'd we stumbl'd o'er 'em And took what Joint came next Arms Heads or Leggs Somewhat undecently But when men want light They make but bungling work Bertr I 'll to the Queen And bear the News Pedro That 's young Lorenzo's