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A49929 The massacre of Paris a tragedy : as it is acted at the Theatre Royal by their majesties servants / written by Nat. Lee ... Lee, Nathaniel, 1653?-1692. 1690 (1690) Wing L853; ESTC R3238 37,455 64

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and cryes Revenge Revenge I think 't were better too while you kill the Admiral The King 's Grand Provost should pursue his Wife Gui. The old gray Sire the Dam and little Babes I 'le take 'em all together in the Nest And pash 'em till they Sprawl You and the Cardinal Haste to the Louvre when the Gates are shut Call the Chief Hugonots down and cut their Throats My Lord the Duke of Anjou to your Care The King commits the City So Farewell There wants no more but ringing of the Bell. Exeunt Severally SCENE The City Lights in the Windows The President Marches his Men over the Stage the Bell of the Palace rings out Enter Admiral in his Night-Gown Adm. The Palace Bell rings out loud Cries of Murder Guns fir'd and groans of dying men below The King has giv'n his Warrant for my last His Vows his Oaths and Altar-Obligations Are lost the Wax of all those Sacred Bonds Runs at the Queens Revenge the Fire that melts ' em They are no more the Admiral 's no more Enter Cavagnes bleeding Cav My Lord God calls us Death is in the Court Fate in the shape of Guise all over Blood I saw your Son in Law Teligny dye Roura the Son of Baron des Atrets With Colonel Montaumar Gallant Guerchy Wrapping his Cloak about his Arm fought on Till he was all one wound and so Expir'd But hark they come Adm. Why let 'em let 'em come We shall e're long my Friend be worth their Envy To dye thus for Religion O Cavagnes It puts the Soul in everlasting Tune And sounds already in the Ears of Angels And O what cause had ever such Foundation I tell thee that the Root shall reach the Center Spread to the Poles and with her top touch Heav'n But see they come stand fixt and look on Death With such Contempt so Masterly an Eye As if he were thy Slave Enter Besnie Sartabons 4 Souldiers Besn. See where he stands ha Slaves what makes you pause 1 Sould. Kill him your self for my part I 'le not touch him 2 Sould. Nor I for my part I am sorry for what is done already Adm. Cowards indeed thus to be terrified Ev'n with the shadow of th' Admiral Besn. It goes against me yet I must obey Sheath all your Daggers in the Traytor 's Breast Adm. Young Man thou oughtest to reverence these gray hairs But I command thee do as thou art order'd Thou 'lt cut but little from the Line of Life Besn. Dye then dye both now for his Wife and Children Stabs both and Exeunt Adm. Heard'st thou Cavagnes said they not my Children Cavag I know not what you say the stroak of Death Has stun'd my sense of Hearing Adm. Yet let 's crawl With all our Wounds into each others Arms And hand in hand go Martyr'd thus to Heaven Cavag I am gone farewel Dyes Adm. Why dost thou shudder thus And gasp upon my Bosom 'T was his last My Soul so likes her house she 's loth to part But O what Builder can repair the ruines The Lights are choak'd the Windows are damn'd up The main Beams crack and the Foundation sinks Besides the Lordly Owner warns me forth I come great Master of the World and me And O revenge revenge thy Peoples blood A hundred thousand Souls for Justice call Let not the guiltless without Vengeance fall Dyes Enter the Duke of Guise and Souldiers Gui. So fling him down down with him to the Court Expose his Carcass to the Peoples mercy Drag him away and hurl him from the Window See all his Bastards strangled on the spot There 's Orders for 't The Hostel de Chastillon Be raz'd for ever his Posterity Be made incapable of bearing Office Or being Noble burn his Statue haste There 's a Commission granted for the deed Nay kill as if 't were Sport to see 'em bleed Exeunt SCENA ULTIMA The LOVVRE Queen Mother Cardinal Duke of Anjou Colonel D'O Q. M. Here Colonel bring forth your Prisoners And let me see these Leaders of the Faction The Scene draws showing the Commanders standing with their hands ty'd behind 'em betwixt the Souldiers in a rank The Count de Rochfaucalt Marquis de Renel Piles Pluvialt Pardillan and Lavardin Give the Word Colonel D'O Fire on 'em all Shoot The Scene draws and shews the Admiral 's Body burning Gui. I saw the Master Villain dragg'd along To Execution by the Common People Who from the Shoulders tore the mangled Head Cut off his Hands and at Mountfaucon hung him Half burning by one Leg upon the Gallows Enter King Princes Alberto Gondi King O horror horror O thou cruel Guise O Mother Brother and thou Murd'ring Priest Dost thou not blush to fail in Seas of ruin To hang the Flag of a Damn'd Pyrat forth Yet call thy bloody Bark the Christian Church Or tell me Canst thou lay the Furies here Pale Hugonots that haunt me up and down Through Chambers into Closets Beds and Couches Or dar'st thou shield me when the Admiral 's Ghost Claps to my Heart the Dagger of my Word Q. M. Why are you thus King The Angel's words are true And Charles is near his end O Mother Mother Hear my last words and take my dying Counsel Stop the vast Murder that you have begun For know all Churches by Decree and Doctrine Kings by their Sword and Balance of their Justice All Learning Christian Moral and Prophane Shall by the virtue of their Mercury Rod For ever damn to Hell those curs'd Designs That with Religion's Face to ruin tend And go by Heav'n to reach the blackest end Exeunt Omnes FINIS EPILOGUE By Mr. Powell HOW Wise are they that can with patienc ebear And just Reflections moderately hear Vnmov'd by Passion as unsway'd by Fear To them we Dedicate this Play to night That having long been Banish'd from the Light Hush'd and Imprison'd close as in the Tow'r Half prest to Death by a Dispensing Pow'r To take a lawful Tryal for each Fact Is just come out by th' Habeas Corpus Act. Rome's Friends no doubt suppos'd there might be shown Iust such an Entertainment of their own The Plot the Protestants the Stage the Town But no such fear our Hugonots allarm'd True English Hearts are always better arm'd For if the Valliant in a little Town Batter'd and Starving their brave Cause durst own If Peasants scorning Death can Guard our Walls And the mild Priesthood turn to Generals Britains stand firm and in short time you 'l see Your own and Neighbouring Realms serene and free Clear'd from the choaking Fogs of Popery No Massacres nor Revolutions fear Affairs are strangely alter'd since last year Infallibility himself does run The Garden 's weeded and the Moles are gone Not Gold to Lawyers to th' Ambitious Power Not lusty Switzer to a lustful Whore To Gamesters luck to Beauty length of days Nor to a wrinkled wither'd Widdow praise Can give such Ioy as to behold once more An English Army on the
Gallick Shore That this will be the Poets Prophesie The Poets all were Prophets formerly T' inspire 'em then give ours to night his due His Tale is somewhat bloody but 't is true A Tragick Truth shown to an Honest end And can the Good or Wise of neither Sect offend Fancy and Stile far as the rest excel In our Deliv'rance-Year let no Tongue tell Poets the only curst on whom no Manna fell Plead that they may be Caesar's Influence breathe And mix a Lawrel with his Oaken Wreath Then shall his Glory Flourish to the height Then every Pen shall Panegyrick write This this was He who blest by Sacred Pow'r To England its Religion did restore So firm that Rome cou'd never hurt it more FINIS PROLOGUE VVIT long opprest and fill'd at last with Rage Thus in a sullen mood rebukes the Age. What loads of Fame do modern Hero's bear For an inglorious long and lazy War Who for some Skirmish or a safe Retreat Not to be dragg'd to Battel are call'd Great But ob what do ambitious States-men gain Who into private Chests whole Nations drain What summs of Gold they hoard is daily known To all Mens cost and sometimes to their own Your Lawyer too that like an O Yes bauls That drowns the Market-Higler in the Stalls That seems begot conceiv'd and born in brawls Yet thrives He and his Crowd get what they please Swarming all Term-time thro' the Strand like Bees They buz at Westminster and lye for Fees The Godly too their ways of getting have But none so much as your Phanatick Knave Wisely the wealthiest Livings they refuse Who by the fattest Bishopricks wou'd lose Who with short Hair large Ears and small blue Band True Rogues their own not God's Elect command Let Pigs then be prophane but Broth 's allow'd Possets and Christian Caudles may be good Meet helps to re-inforce a Brother's Blood Therefore each Female Saint be does advise With groans and hums and ha's and gogling Eyes To rub him down and make the Spirit rise While with his Zeal transported from the Ground He mounts and sanctifies the Sisters round On Poets only no kind Star e'er smil'd Curst Fate has damn'd 'em every Mothers Child Therefore he warns his Brothers of the Stage To write no more to an ungrateful Age. Think what penurious Masters you have serv'd Tasso ran mad and noble Spencer starv'd Turn then who ere thou art that canst write well Thy Ink to Gaul and in Lampoons excel Forswear all honestly traduce the Great Grow impudent and rail against the State Rursting with spleen abroad thy Pasquils send And chuse some Libel-spreader for thy friend The Wit and Want of Timon point thy Mind And for thy Satyr-subject chuse Mankind Epilogue THrice happy they that never writ before How pleas'd and bold they quit the safer shoar Like some new Captain of the City Bands That with big looks in Finsbury Commands Swell'd with huge Ale he cries Beat beat a Drum Pox o' the French King uds-bud let him come Give me ten thousand red Coats and alloo We 'll firk his Crequi and his Conde too Thus the young Scribblers Mankinds sense disdain For ignorance is sure to make 'em vain But far from Vanity or dang'rous Pride Our cautious Poet courts you to his side For why should you be scorn'd to whom are due All the good Days that ever Authors knew If ever gay 't is you that make 'em fine The Pit and Boxes make the Poet dine And he scarce drinks but of the Criticks Wine Old Writers should not for vain-glory strive But like old Mistresses think how to thrive Be fond of ev'ry thing their Keepers say At least till they can live without a Play Like one that knows the Trade and has been bit She doats and fawns upon her wealthy Cit And swears she loves him meerly for his Wit Another more untaught than a Walloon Antick and ugly like an old Baboon She swears is an accomplisht Beau-garson Turns with all winds and sails with all desires All Hearts in City Town and Court she fires Young callow Lords lean Knights and driv'ling Squires She in resistless flattery finds her ends Gives thanks for Fools and makes ye all her Friends So should wise Poets sooth an awkard Age For they are Prostitutes upon the Stage To stand on points were foolish and ill-bred As for a Lady to be nice in Bed Your Wills alone must their performance measure And you may turn 'em every way for Pleasure A Catalogue of some Plays Printed for R. Bently and M. Magnes 1. BEaumont and Fletchers Plays in all 51. in large Fol. 2. Mr. Shakespear's Plays in one large Fol. Volume Containing 43 Plays 3. Tartuff or the French Puritan 4. Forc'd Marriage or the Jealous Bridegroom 5. English Monsieur 6. All mistaken or the mad Couple 7. Generous Enemies or the Ridienlous Lovers 8. The Plain-Dealer 9. Sertorius a Tragedy 10. Nero a Tragedy 11. Sophonisba or Hanibal's Overthorw 12. Gloriana or the Court of Augustus Caesar. 13. Alexander the Great 14. Mythridates King of Rontus 15. Oedipus King of Thebes 16. Caesar Borgia 17. Theodosius or the Force of Love 18. Madam Fickle or the Witty False One. 19. The Fond Husband or the Plotting Sisters 20. Esquire Old-Sap or the Night-Adventures 21. Fool turn'd Critick 22. Vertuous Wife or Good Luck at last 23. The Fatal Wager 24. Andromache 25. Country Wit 26. Calisto or the Chast Nymph 27. Destruction of Ierusalem in two Parts 28. Ambitious Statesman or the Loyal Favorite 29. Misery of Civil War 30. The Murder of the Duke of Glocester 31. Thyestes a Tragedy 32. Hamlet Pr. of Denmark a Tragedy 33. The Orphan or the Unhappy Marriage 34. The Souldiers Fortune 35. Tamerlain the Great 36. Mr. Limberham or the Kind Keeper 37. Mistaken Husband 38. Notes on th' Emperor of Merocco by the Wits 39. Essex and Elizabeth or the Unhappy Favorite 40. Vertue Betray'd or Anna Bullen 41. King Lear. 42. Abdellazor or the Moors Revenge 43. Town Fop or Sir Titus Tawdry 44. Rare-en-tout a French Comody 45. Moor of Venice 46. Conntry Wise. 47. City Politicks 48. Duke of Guise 49. Rehearsal 50. King and no King 51. Philaster or Love lyes a Bleeding 52. Grateful Servant 53. Strange Discovery 54. Atheist or the second Part of of the Souldiers Fortune 55. Wit without Money 56. Little Thief 57. Valiant Scot. 58. Constantine 59. Valentinian 60. Amorous Prince 61. Dutch Lovers 62. Woman Bully 63. Reformation 64. Hero and Leander 65. Love Tricks 66. Iulius Caesar. 67. Fatal Jealousie 68. Monsieur Ragou 69. Island Queen or Mary Queen of Scotland 70. Empress of Morocco 71. Common-wealth of Women 72. The Noble Stranger 73. Duke of Millan 74. The Knave in Grain 75. Amends for Ladies 76. Mammamouohy 77. The Emperor of the East 78. The Wedding 79. St. Patrick for Ireland 80. Albumazor 81. The Tragedy of Albertus 82. Royal King 83. Humerous Courtier 84. The Hollander 85. Merchant of Venice 86. False Count. 87. Rover Second Part. 88. Counterfeits 89. Troylus and Cresida 90. Spanish Fryer 91. Lucius Iunius Brutus 92. Brutus of Alba. 93. Caius Marius 94. Siege of Memphis 95. Byron's Conspiracy 1. part 96. Byron's Conspiracy 2d Part. 97. Loyal Brother 98. Disappointment 99. Mackbeth 100. Rollo Duke of Normandy 101. The Love-Sick King 102. Maids Tragdey 103. Darius King of Persia. 104. Woman Captain 105. Princess of Cleves 106. Massacre of Paris Some Novels newly printed Court Secret The First and Second Part. Count D' Amboise Dutches of Mazarine's Memoirs Rival Princess Lucky Mistake Siege of Mentz FINIS