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A27247	The excommunicated prince, or, The false relique a tragedy, as it was acted by His Holiness's servants, being the Popish plot in a play / by Capt. William Bedloe.	Bedloe, William, 1650-1680.; Walter, Thomas.	1679 (1679)	Wing B1676; ESTC R18110	34,258	58

tho th' whole VVorld to Chaos fall So we survive the Mighty Funeral And force from thence a better Progeny Deucalion you and Phyrra I will be Maacla Juno could neither Do nor Speak like You VVhen her keen Rage did Hercules pursue Your Courage Polidore's Affection moves That next your Beauty and your VVit he loves Queen Courage belongs to Man and b'ing above Our Sex their Envy raises not their Love It is not that I Conquer him withal No I dare swear he thinks me Beautiful She looks in the Glass How does this Face become me Girle Look here Does not this VVrincle th'row the Case appear The Fucus was not well laid on nor is It VVhite enough Maacla I see it is amiss Taking the Pencil and mends it The Sun has to the Ceruse giv'n a Taint Ceteba To Morrow we shall have another Paint Far Richer and more lasting Prethee view Looking in the Glass Nay Don't I look as Clear and Young as thou My Palsie and my Gout no longer rage And I believe Medea has renew'd my Age. I justly may mistrust my Memory VVhich says These Eyes did threescore Winters see Maacla Each Feature does a fair Narcissus wear And gaze not on that Mirrour long for fear It should reflect Sparkles of your Beauties Fire And like to him you in Self-Love expire Venus did but a Tauny-Gypsie shew Dirty and Sun-burnt when compar'd with You. She pines with Grief seeing You Shine more clear And Mars Your Charms before all Hers prefer Ceteba Breathing into Maacla's Mouth Girle Smell my Breath How does it Scent to Day I hope the Dentifrice has ta'ne away The Hogoe those few Teeth I 've left did Maacla Excellent well Odours chaft by the Sun less Fragrant smell And on your Balmy Lips both Indies dwell I mean this Carrion smell which I endure Arabia can't with all its Spices cure Aside Nor can she of her Form too Curious be who 'ld hold the Heart of Polidorus He To Heav'ns bright battlements his Glories raise And strikes the Stars 'till each rebounds his Praise Thrice Happy Queen in his Embraces who Is more a God than Cupid and can do More with one Glance of his All-conquering Eye Than all the Shafts of that Blind Deity Ceteba Thou 'st spoken well and I believe thy Mind Thou shalt Rewards great as thy Merits find In the first Place an Husband we 'll procure A Doctor that shall thy Green-sickness Cure What think'st thou of Melanthus Maacla Melanthus Force me first to dwell In a Nun'rys Cloyster'd Cell Where the Sight of some Old Priest Once a Month would be a Feast I loath that shame-face't Beardless Thing A lazy Drone without a Sting One a Feaver cannot warm Nor flaming Poyson work upon At first I sent my Choicest Charms To bring him fetter'd to my Arms Muster'd all our Female Arts Our ay'ry Gins and Traps for Hearts Breasts where Love in Ambush lies Killing Looks and Dying Eyes But nought could make his Nature yield 'T is frozen to an Icy Shield Grief in his Heart such Root has took 'T is mixt with ev'ry Word and Look Which his fierce Sighs through the Air do strew And into Storms and Tempests blow Ceteba I never did believe the Garb it wears Breeches do illy sute with Sighs and Tears But often Reason had to guess 'T is but a Woman in Disguise Which Polidore Enter Persians in Disguises These by their Garb should to the Prince belong And here with News from the Engagement come But my Prophetick Doubts He 's safe I fear Aside Joy swells their Looks and Rides in Tryumph there Is my dear Son Speak Is the Prince secure Lives yet a Persian to with-stand his Pow'r Those worst of Monsters 1 Persian Yes we Live and know If we are Monsters you shall find us so By our High-Priest a sacred Oath we 've made Not to return without the Prince's Head But tho his Courage won't of that allow Yet yours may in its stead fullfil our Vow And be perhaps as Advantagious too Ceteba Then are ye Persians Were I sure of that One VVord of mine would worthier Thoughts Creat I hope you know the End which brought you here 2 Persian Gagging Cetebe That we are Persians may by this appear 3. Persian Gagging Maacla In vain you strive For when your Queen is slain You in the other VVorld must bear her Train Exeunt Persians carrying off Ceteba and her Maid CHORUS I. GEorgia Thou hast too Fruitful been Thy Death 's by thy own Children sought So I 've unnat'ral Branches seen Drop Venom on their Mother-Root Call here Arabia's Savages For they can better Doctrine Teach II. Unhappy Prince Thy Countries Fate And Thine alike in this do shew She 's in her Son 's Unfortunate As in a Mother's Malice you Such Monsters that 'gainst Nature prey She a Canibal and Vipers they III. Damn'd Pope What Poysons did'st infuse To stifle Nature's kindly Flame Must all Ties of Relation lose At thy Approach its very Name Thou and thy Jesuits by these Knacks Seem Learned Virtuoso Quacks IV. VVolves and Tygers you prepare For those of your Religion who With these fierce Monsters must be sure To change their Blood and Nature too And many more of these quaint Tricks Make Currant Roman-Catholicks V. Deny this Jesuit if you can Is your Religion any more Than a meer Politick Designe To Serve the Babylonian-VVhore Speak Is it Heaven or Golden Heaps Thou Huntest in a thousand Shapes VI. The Doctrine of deposing-Deposing-Kings With all its Fatal Consequence And ten Thousand as bad Things Derive their Bloody Birth from hence 'T was only Policy that cou'd Create and now Supports thy God! VII Sedition is thy Brat and Thou Art th' Cause of almost every War Whether they Turks or Christians are Thou Arm'st it is alike to You. Murthers and Massacres too From thy very Nature flow VIII Yet whether Prince or People seek Or are by thee forc'd to Extreams Forsooth 't is alwayes Conscience-sake And Religion are the Themes And thus the Highest Things you bend To serve the worst and lowest End Finis Actus Secundi ACT III. SCENE I. Enter Teimurazez Morinus and Brizander Sheathing their Swords Teimurazez THose which surviv'd are to their Country fled Swift as the rest did to th' Elizian-Shade Morinus Mars has resign'd his Deity to You Pallas her Shield and Jove his Thunder too Mantled in Clouds they view'd you from a far And from your Conquests learn'd New Arts of VVar. The Souls of Hero's hov'ring in the Sky Sickned with Envy at your Victory VVhose Fame must now dumb as their Ashes lye Th' Immortal Bays which on their Godheads grew Dropt down and cling'd to your Victorious Brow Teimurazez Tho Fortune's Kindness seem'd at first so great A Mother's Loss does more than Cancel that It does my Laurels into Cypress turn And seem to teach my Tryumphs how to Mourn Thus many things must make up Happyness Tho only one will serve to make it less But

the Gregorian Troubles When th'impov'risht Empire grew almost Breathless Then the Rebellious Bishop crept into that Greatness Which Strength and Policy have yet continu'd Prince What Corner of the Christian or the Heath'nish World Is ignorant of this Is not History Glutted with Black Instances of this Nature How common is it under the Pretence of Holiness To Arm ev'n Pagans against Protestant-Princes Nay VVas not the Pope The Cause of our late Wars with Persia Nor am I yet secure from some New-born Jealousies Has whisper'd amongst those Credulous Infidels Morinus And Sir believe it in your own Kingdom too Polidorus For to maintain his Usurp'd Right the Pope May seem concern'd but can no conquest Hope Your Subjects Loyalty so well is known He cannot think to Corrupt those Whos 's Hearts are more their Prince's than their own When the glad Croud did to the Forums thrust Each striving who should swear Allegiance first I saw non's Conscience strugling in the Face No one stood trembling to dispute the Case But so much Pleasure in Obedience took Their Hearts came to their Lips to Kiss the Book Then let 's not fear United thus at Home The Persian-Deity or that of Rome Salvirus Who may not Treason in this Language see And that too daub'd with fulsome Flattery Aside 'T is strange our Judgments thus should disagree To Pol. Yet both tend to one Centre Loyalty But by your Royal Leave I 'le be as brief as free To Teim No Depos'd Prince where Popish Subjects are Is in the mid'st of his own Guards secure Any curst Villain may with Ease become Master of his Life b'ing careless of his own Then for the most obliging Oaths they take At their own Pleasures don't they give 'em back They last no longer than a Syrian Flow'r That 's born and vanishes in the same Hour So does the Dev'l now shining like a Saint In the next Scene wash off the Water-paint These are my Thoughts Morinus Exceeding Good and Brief Polidorus Yet not so short as is his Thread of Life Aside Prince 'T is Councel-time and I must now desire Each on 's Opinion in this Grand Affair For since my Reign no Subject did afford More Ample Matter for a Council-Board Morinus Unhappy Prince I see 't will be his Fate Amongst his Councellors his Death to meet Those Traytors sure can never miss their Ends Who can perswade their Prince to think 'em Friends Ev'n they must teach him to believe me too Tho not Alas till they have giv'n the Blow Finis Actus Primi ACT II. SCENE I. Polidorus Solus Having newly Read a Letter he received from the Pope SUre Heav'ns Exchequer must needs Banckrupt be For all its Treasures are bestow'd on me It s easie Pow'rs to my Desires submit And seem to lay their Heaven at my Feet And Rome it self drest me in this Disguise That undiscern'd I might to Scepters rise The Grecian-Churches Viz'rd I must wear And like an Imp of Hell in Robes of Light appear Scatt'ring in Private various Plagues abroad And unseen Toils I spread in ev'ry Road. That sneaking Vertue Loyalty Shall at my Feet a Bloody Victim fall And the False King no longer King I 'le call He and his Gang shall throng the Shades below And them the Road with Bloody Paths I 'll shew I 'll tyre the Destinies and dispatch more Than Charon's Lab'ring Boat can well waft o're Then may Religious Fools securely pay Honours to Heaven and Rewards to Me. Enter Zolazer Dubois Lumbus Tyrone and Lucan Thus Happy Angels at a Wish appear Zolazer Hail most Mighty Polidore Dubois Hail Rome's great Hopes and only Favourite Tyrone Hail Noble Sir and Hail ye Glorious Train Which for your Safety careful Heav'n maintain Each Guardian there will interpose a Shield And on our Foe 's crusht Neck our Empire build Zol Saw you the Prince since he is Sentence read To Polidore Does he retain the Shape and Form he had Polidorus But now I from his open Bosom came And saw it wounded at the Pope's dread Name Fear and Revenge his Thoughts at once did bear He fears Assaults and yet disdains to fear Lumbus Methinks I see the depos'd Monster dead And the Crown Flourish on your Royal Head Polidorus Last Night I dream'd as he took up and read The fatal Paper in his Passage laid From his loath'd Head the Crown came tott'ring down Whil'st his weak Hand could hardly hold it on Orewhelm'd with Fear methought I saw him stand And 's Scepter grew too weighty for his Hand Lucan After his Death we 'll this Report for true And th' Ignorant Croud will soon believe it so Polid. Whil'st with both Hands he prest it to his Head Th' inchanted Gem in ' Thousand pieces fled At which methought the frighten'd Prince fell dead Then of bright Spirits came a numerous Train Who gath'ring up the scatter'd Parts again Artfully reunite the shatter'd Crown And adds a Thousand Jewels of their own Then with just Ceremony Crown'd my Head And having sung an Heavenly Anthem fled At this I ' woke and when I cast my Eye Towards that part I dream'd the Vision lay I saw my Page who with this Letter came VVhich at first Reading did explain my Dream He gives the Letter to Zolazer who Reads it as followeth Pope Paul the Fifth to the Lord Polidore BElov'd Son Salutation and Apostolical Benediction c. Having taken into our Consideration the late Cruelties inflicted on our Catholicks at Georgia particularly that unlawful Oath of paying Allegiance to an Heretick Prince We have therefore not only Issu'd out our Excommunication against Teimurazez but do likewise in requital of your undoubted Loyalty and many other Christian Vertues use our utmost int'rest to place you in his Throne Zolazer Thus doe's just Heav'n Heroick Actions bless Polidorus It could not give me more Dubois Nor did you merit less And that our Excommunication may not pass unattended by a suddain Omen the Persians by our Insinuation being rais'd to an higher Resentment of the late Injuries offer'd them are resolv'd within these few dayes to visit Teimurazez and are sworn by their great Prophet not to return without his Head Nor does this Province seem so difficult if we consider the profound Security the Prince is now in sleeping and dreaming of no such violent Blow And that the most considerable part of his Army is at present at Altuncula Now I need not advise you how to manage your self in this Interval whether to secure your self by Absence or a pretended Fit of Sickness till this hazardous Storm be over-past And when you find the Throne empty you need not fear to Ascend it in the Right of our well-belov'd Daughter Queen Ceteba who I understand is by Contract already your Wife It is our Will That this Epistle be Communicated to all Faithful Sons particularly to Zolazer Dubois Lucan Lumbus and Tyrone Farewel Given under our Signet at Rome Anno Domini 1614. 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