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Andronicus Comnenius a tragedy / by John Wilson.
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Wilson, John, 1626-1696.
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See Neighbours see Who comes here 2. Cit. Even the very Rogue that first betraid us 3. Cit. Down with him 4. Cit. Stand 5. Cit. Knock him down first Ph. Good Gentelmen But hear me 3. Cit. No No No Hear him That were a trick indeed They Knock him down 2. Cit. So farewell him I have a boy at home will cry for him I 'm sure of 't 5. Cit. Upon my conscience Neighbour but my Wife will do the same 6. Cit. Hang him Hang him We lose time Lets about our work Hollow Exeunt ACT V. SCE. VI. Enter Andronicus with his Sword drawn and a Servant ANd Ha! Philo dead These Devils are every where Thou shalt not fall alone What was you saying Ser. Another Rout has seiz'd St. Sophy's Temple And. Who heads ' um Ser. Constantinus Who has taken Isacius Angelus and proclam'd him Emperor And to them Stephanus with all his Guards Is since revolted And. Then Farewel my hopes But I am still Andronicus Leave me Exit servant And is your Anger such ye Powers And can What 's least above stoop to contest with Man Did ye of brittle clay his Fabrick rear Only to dash't in pieces â—ad ye him bear His Maker's Image in his brow to shew Ye reign'd above he a small Jove below Only to shew him happiness And yet Streight snatch it from him or â—umble him from it Had I submitted to a general fate It had been nothing Had I seen my State And Empire sunk before me I had gon Contentedly But to fall alone Thus tamely lost What boot's it to complain Give me one Battel Heav'n Be Heav'n again One Battel And let me perish Enter 3 or 4 of the rabble 1. Cit. Here he is Follow Follow Follow And. Villians 2. Cit. Stand. He kills 2 or 3 The nest run And. Lye thou By another door Enter Servant Ser. I 'm sorry I came so late Please you great Sir Retire a while until the storm be past Your name 's too great in Arms to have it call'd A cowardly flight Then fall not out of season Reserve your self for better times I have A Gally waits your Majesty And. Now Heav'n reward thy honesty Lead on I know the worst Foolish despair is but occasion lost Exeunt ACT V. SCE. VII Enter Constantinus Isacius and Citizens COn Not find him yet I warrant you we have him Stop all the passages and desire Stephanus To draw down with his Guards 6. Cit. All but that last Is done already I 'll about it straight Exit Const. How Philo slain He never did his Master A truer service 7. Cit. And my good neighbours Ambrose and Gregory Alack Alas Nothing certain in this life To day a Man tomorrow a Cuckold the next day dead 3. Cit. Come Come Let 's carry them off But for that Rogue Let him ev'n lie He was a pestilent villain 4. Cit. Are you sure he is dead Does not the Rogue counterfeit 5. Cit. 'T will do no hurt to see 3. Cit. For the more certainty stabs him again 'T is good to be sure 5. Cit. Well done neighbour You 're in my mind I scarcely believe a man dead as long as his head 's upon his shoulders Exeunt ACT. V. SCE. VIII Enter Manuel solus MAn 'T would be some comfort yet I could but hear My Father ' scap'd their hands I 'm half afraid He scorn'd to step aside Ha! What 's here Alas poor Philo Dead Now I perceive Thou hadst some honesty thou lov'dst thy Master 'T was more than I expected What 's this world And all its greatness It has rais'd up some But ruin'd more And even those whom't has Most rais'd 't 'as ruin'd most What 's all this toil And blind pursuit But like our childrens following A Butterfly sometimes they cannot reach it Sometimes o'rerun it sometimes think they hav 't But it slips through their fingers And at last When after all their offers turns and falls They 've taken it What is 't Alas poor fools Nothing but painted wings 'T is not my late Experience taught me this I ever found it Who could imagine to have seen my Father So late the peoples darling now their hate But yesterday an Empire at his beck Now scarce a hole to put his head 'T was Heav'n And I submit But yet it lessens not Their crime that were the cause There 's Stephanus False Stephanus a Traitor to both Masters Were he my Enemy 't had n't troubled me Enter Nay I 'd forgiv'n him But my friend 'T is hard Steph. See! Here he comes Now Heaven forgive me I had a Father till his treacherous Faith Bereav'd me of him Father Me thinks the word Prompts me to something Ste. My good Lord Be safe Safe as your Vertue merits Man What hast thou To do with vertue I ne're suspected her Until I found her in thy mouth There He strikes off Steph.'s hat Ste. Ha! Has your folly made you desperate Now would thy Father and his daring soul Perch'd on thy point They draw Man The justice of my cause May be enough to do thy work My Sword In a childs hand inform'd by that with ease Would reach thy treacherous heart Words trifle time Defend your self They fight and after some small time enter Constantinus Const. Hold Stephanus Hold Nay good my Lord Let me entreat you Stephanus falls Ste. How am I lost in sight of land and all My tow'ring hopes sunk with me Heav'n is just I would But cannot Dies Man So may all treachery succeed And if T' ave been my own Justicier be a Crime Forgive me I had no other way His Treason Had lost its name and in the worlds Ethicks Had past for Vertue else Const. Alas my Lord 'T was an unfortunate action But since 'T is done Preserve your self Pray good my Lord Withdraw a while nor let your vertue fall A prey unto the rabble Man I alwaies scorn'd 'um And shall not now by shewing of my back Make 'um believe I fear 'um Const. VVhat 's your courage Against their numbers Good my Lord withdraw Venture not Gold to Dirt Pray give me leave calls a servant Come hither Attend my Lord and see him safe VVithin my doors I 'll wait on you presently Enter Serv. My Lord Andronicus another Const. VVell What of him Serv. Had put to Sea and was now well nigh reach'd The other shoar VVhen of a sudden The winds And seas as conscious whom they wasted o're Checkt his full speed and beat him back again Yet he put out a second and third time But all in vain The face of Heav'n was sully'd The winds broke loose and club'd into a storm Till the poor Gally having lost her Rudder Her Oars unserviceable and her Masts Spent by the board came rowling on the back Of an impetuous wave and drove on shore VVhere he soon met a storm indeed The people Having by this time utterly defac'd VVhatever bore his name or memory Fell foul of him Or rather He of them Had you but seen the hubbub One twicks his beard Another beats out an Eie A third a Tooth A forth cuts off a Hand No cruelty He e'r commanded but was there agen Epitomis'd on himself And when at last Their tyr'd invention could inflict no longer Laden with dirt and obloquies and crown'd With Garlick they set him on a scabbed Camel And in that odd procession led him to The common Gallows where they hang up that little They'd left of him So fell Andronicus Const. May the same Fate ever attend Rebellion And usurpation And let the world Hence learn on what a ticklish point they stand Whose unjust actions and borrow'd greatness How speciously soever colour'd o're Have no foundation but what 's built upon The peoples favour The uncertain people Constant to nothing but inconstancie Prove to affect but without judgement still Hot headed Envious Suspicious Yet credulous Frame whimsies to themselves And after fear 'um Now set up one then t'other But deal with all as Children with their Dirt-pies First raise then pash 'um out Enter Isacius Isa. My Lord you hear the news of Andronicus Const. Yes And may Treason never prosper better Isa. But I admire we hear nothing of Manuel Const. He 's safe And now an object of your mercy Isa. For why my Lord Is vertue grown a Crime Const. Behold He shewes him Steph. I 'll let you know the rest within But must assure your Majesty at present 'T was fairly don Isa. Shall my first letters then Be writ in blood Howe're I pardon him It is enough to me he durst be vertuous When Caesar and that Caesar his Father too Was otherwise Bid him from me be safe Const. I thank your Majesty Isa. But now my Lord I must desire you look into the City The people like the Sea keep rouling still Although the winds that rais'd 'um first be laid If they continue longer there 'll be nothing Left 'um to spoil and then perhaps they may Consider and repent Const. I 'll streight about it They have been up too long 'T were to be wisht This Beast the people either never knew Their strength or alwaies knew to use it right Isa. You may go farther and as you see cause Proclaim a general pardon The more I spare The more are left me to adorn my Trophy Promise 'um better daies and let 'um know That though we 're not in Plato's Common wealth To have what e'r's amiss at once remedy'd Yet the first stone is laid And I dispair not A hopeful superstructure Rest and time Will make our troubled waters clear again For what remains a gentle hand will do 't Harsh cruel Empires like acute diseases Are rather sharp than lasting That must dure Where subjects not their Prince but for him fear Exeunt Omnes FINIS