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A53462	The history of Henry the Fifth ; and, The tragedy of Mustapha, son of Solyman the Magnificent as they were acted at His Highness the Duke of York's Theater / written by the Right Honourable the Earl of Orrery.	Orrery, Roger Boyle, Earl of, 1621-1679.; Orrery, Roger Boyle, Earl of, 1621-1679. Mustapha, the son of Solyman the Magnificent.	1668 (1668)	Wing O480; ESTC R22002	39,499	58

depose the Child adore Your Love will be in proofs of hatred shown You on her Countries ruines build her Throne This strange design Sir does my wonder raise King A Love like mine moves not in common waies Such unexampl'd things I 'le strive to do That when I reach to what I now pursue When men name one who lov'd to a degree Ne're known before they 'l say he lov'd like me Prepare thy self to go within an hour To the French Court as my Embassadour And let them know if they resign up France Mine both by Conquest and Inheritance They shun such force as cannot be withstood They shew their justice and they spare their blood Success now asks but what I ask'd before Tudor He that at first ask'd all can ask no more Much is not in the proffer I shall make King Yes it is much to ask what I can take And to accept from them that Crown which I Have giv'n me from the hand of Victory Tudor in this they cannot but confess I make my mercy hinder my success Tudor It might be then convenient that I try'd T' obtain with France the Princess for your Bride Since you as well for her as France contend Without her you 'l not reach your noblest end King She justly Tudor might my passion hate If Love's high int'rest I should mix with state If I this great concern by Treaty move 'T will be below her Beauty and my Love That blessing must in nobler ways be sought Though Heav'n may be bestow'd 't is never bought But that which chiefly makes me send thee now Is that my Friend should let my Princess know My flames are such as Martyr'd Saints sustain The glory of them takes away the pain Exeunt Tudor Was ever such a Curse impos'd by Fate His favour wounds much deeper then his hate I must unworthy or else wretched prove Be false to Honour or else false to Love To which of both shall I precedence give I 'm kill'd by this by that unfit to live But stay why should not I even I alone Raise Love and Honour to a height unknown If for his sake my passion I forego In that great Act I pay him all I owe Who for his King against his Love does act Pays Debts much greater then he can contract Nor are these all th' advantages will flow From that great action I intend to do If I her right above my Love prefer In that by losing I shall merit her And to obtain not merit her will prove Less then to lose her and deserve her Love 'T is worthy of my flame and of her eyes To make love be to love a sacrifice Exeunt Enter Queen Duke of Burgundy the Constable Earl of Charaloys and Count de Chastel Queen The fatal cause why we assemble now We by the worst of sad experience know Heav'n does at once on this our Empire showre All the fierce marks of anger and of power The King my Lord whose head and heart and hand Should be imploy'd our ruine to withstand Under his old disease still worser grows Yields to his pain as France does to his Foes Yet is he not unhappy in that state Which makes him not to feel the wounds of Fate The Dauphin whose green years make him unfit In such a storm at Empires helm to sit Yet for that great and dang'rous place does press And missing it forsake us in distress As these two miseries assault us here So th' English late success fills all with fear Yet France surviving such destructive blows Ev'n in her ruine still her greatness shows By your wise help she hopes yet to be freed And on your breasts she leans her weary head Shall we again by Battel try our Fate Or with the English King Capitulate Const. Our shoulders but attend for heavier weight If in the Field we shun to try our Fate For doubtless Madam he less Vertue shows Who yields to than who falls by fortunes blows Rome though she lost four Fields to Hannibal Her valour rais'd ev'n in her Fortunes fall Her steady vertue did all storms suppress And made her Empress of the Universe I would not doubt but we at length should find A Roman Fate had we a Roman mind De Chast. Those who too hastily with Victors treat Make them too proud who were before too great Such condiscention would to fear dispose Your Subjects hearts and elevate your Foes Let not Posterity have cause to say That you lost France and lost her in one day Const. The chance of Arms are still alternative Fortune one day does take next day does give And all the English fame will be o'rethrown If we of twenty Fields can win but one All thoughts of Treaties Madam then despise Which but excuses fear whilst we seem wise Burg. Madam what the great Constable does say Becomes that place you rais'd him to this day He who the head of all your Armies is Safe Counsels should obey but not advise If to my judgment you will please to trust Chuse not what great appears but what is just Madam it is alone by Arms you reign O're Anjou Normandy and Aquitane Those three the noblest Provinces of France Are th' English King 's confest Inheritance What-ever of prescription Gown-men write Yet length of time changes not wrong to right Why should you not er'e things are desp'rate grown By giving what is his preserve your own Keeping those Countries will at last be found A Gangreen the corrupt will eat the sound Ear. of Char. Justice is more then but an empty word Therefore whilst that assists the English Sword Success will alwaies to their side resort And every Field will be an Agin-Court Burg. Can Councils prosp'rous be or Armies strong Both aiming to perpetuate a wrong If after this fair offer he pursue The War our Swords will act what his does now If he accepts it as no doubt he must You will be safe as soon as you are just Pursue the Acts of Justice those alone Have pow'r to save and to exalt a Throne Enter Blamount Blam Young Tudor is arriv'd and craves to be With speed admitted to your Majesty By those few words which have between us past I find his message does require some haste Queen Know you what 't is which does him hither bring Blam Some overtures of peace from th' English King Blamount whispers in the Queens Ear. Queen Yes I consent and give her notice I Expect she should receive him civilly Exit Blamount My Lords I find your judgments various are Two are for Treaty th' other two for War Such reasons you for both opinions give That I with reason either may receive But Tudor being come does surely bring Something important from the English King 'T is fit our resolutions we defer Till I his bus'ness in his message hear Exeunt Enter Princess Katherine and Blamount Blam Madam what I have said the Queen will own Prin. Kath. What That with Tudor I should speak

was entirely yours when we did part Is from that high and blest condition flown I blushing say 't is now no more my own The Duke of Bedford by the noblest force That e're subdu'd a heart into remorse Did with such joint success act his design That I took his and then resign'd him mine Prin. Kath. Dear Princes I shall now admire no more What you have mention'd of Loves art and power Nor that so high in that discourse you went Since you but spoke your own experiment Prin. An. If Madam you had present been to see The softness of those Charms which conquer'd me You 'd wonder more that long I held the field Then that at last I willingly did yield Prin. Kath. The English Archers may victorious grow Where Love begins the conquest with his bow Prin. An. After we had this sacred friendship made He told me though his brother would invade This Kingdom to regain what was his due Yet the chief conquest he design'd was you He told me too though England still affords Beauties resistless as the English Swords Yet none of them prevail'd though ne're so bright Like your victorious picture at first sight Then he implor'd that when to you I came I would prepare you to receive his flame A flame which all things else must needs out-do Since by him cherish'd and inspir'd by you This Madam was the cause why I have prest To find if e're your heart were prepossest Let France by you be freed from her distress This happy union will procure her peace Prin. Kath. If me he lov'd her blood he then would spare Loves gentle voice is never heard in War Prin. An. Yet like a King to you he does pretend Glory he makes his way and Love his end Prin. Kath. Where bloud does cry can I a Lover hear Prin. An. When glory pleads what then can stop your Ear Enter a Lady Lady Madam the Council is assembled now And e're it sits the Queen would speak with you Prin. Kath. I come too long by Love we have been stay'd I will consider all that you have said Prin. An. Madam be pleas'd to think upon it so That France to you may her redemption owe. Exeunt THE SECOND ACT. Enter the King Duke of Exeter Duke of Bedford Earl of Warwick and Tudor King MY Lord of Warwick you may give to all The French of note the rites of Funeral It is a debt which to the dead we pay Rewarding Courage ev'n in those we slay Warwick It shall be done King Brother it will be fit The Pris'ners you to stronger Guards commit They shall a Court within our Army see And in it nothing want but liberty Bed They shall be safe yet have some freedom too King Uncle the great request I make to you Is to preserve our wounded men with care 'T is by their courage we victorious are Exeter They shall be serv'd with all they can desire We must that valour serve which you admire Exeunt Exeter Bedford Warwick Tudor Though this great day th'expecting world may see Your Title both to France and Victory And though no Conquerour alive or dead With nobler wreaths did ever crown his head Yet pardon me if I presume to say I see a sadness mis-becomes this day This day in which your friends and foes confess Nothing can make you greater nothing less So fixt are Fortunes Wheels they cannot turn Then Sir permit only the French to mourn The loss of York and Suffolk though too great Should not out-weigh your Enemies defeat If Sir your Wars cost not some lives like these You would not Conquests make but miracles Who in his Princes service finds a Grave Rather our envy than our grief should have And fighting in your sight who for you dyes Is blest enough without such Obsequies If to their death such envy'd grief you give You 'l make us then repent that we do live Sir for the living's sake your grief decline And let your looks clear as your glories shine King So great a loss as is above relief Even on this day might justifie my grief He who of friendship knows the sacred ties Will value more his Friends than Victories But that just sorrow which thou wouldst remove Is not a tribute paid to Death but Love If Fame or Power only in me did sway I could not have been seen in Clouds to day 'T is Love's fierce Fire which does my heart devour Less to be quench'd than heats of Fame or Power Tudor She must do more than Woman e're could do Resisting such a King and Conqu'rour too You though her eyes should brightest beams emit May safe in shades under your Laurels sit King My Laurels might a safe refreshment prove To any other heat but that of Love Their sacred force 'gainst Thunder only lies Not against lightning shot from conqu'ring eyes Whose pow'r like that of lightning I have felt My breast they wound not yet my heart they melt Tudor May I not know who does my King subdue King Saying I love I need not tell thee who VVho of the Planets speaks of brightest beams Need not say after 't is the Sun he means Tudor The Sun by all is mention'd at one rate But Fancy alters beauties estimate Were it not Fancy which that value gave All Lovers then would but one Mistress have King Such adoration Fancy cannot raise As to this beauty sight and reason pays For he whose heart Love can to ashes turn Must feel her eyes alone have right to burn But that this ignorance thou may'st decline Know I adore the Princess Katherine Loves Rebels by her eyes are kept in awe She reigns in France spight of the Salique Law Tudor Will not Loves heat make Glories flame expire King No Tudor it will rather raise it higher For none should aim at this exalted state Who makes not glory first his Advocate This was the cause when Charls her father sent Embassadours my conquest to prevent And this bright beauty offer'd for my Bride But with her as her Dowry France deny'd I shun'd the match knowing her beauties were No price for Peace but the reward of War My vows and passion she might justly scorn Did I not Crown her Queen where she was born And raise her boundless beauties to supply What a rude Law does to her Sex deny Tudor Perhaps your flame had with more lustre shone Had you for it declin'd the Gallick Throne For love of her to quit in France your right Is more then 't is to conquer it in fight Nor can you hope her passions flame to raise When with her Countries blood you stain your Bays King Dear Tudor I perceive because thou art A Subject thou mistak'st a Monarchs heart Those who from Royal veins derive their blood Find only in a Throne what 's great and good Sure Nature in her would much rather see Her Son then Brother rule this Monarchy Tudor A Love like this was never known before The Father you 'l