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A58478
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The Religious-rebell, or, The pilgrim-prince a tragædy.
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1671
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which Title he protests He ne're will own Sir without your Election Hen. I hate this flattering Con. It takes too much aside Otho Till when he hath refus'd Inauguration Emp. Now thou saist somewhat Otho For this very purpose Comes th'Embassie Emp. This is some satisfaction Receive 'um we will give 'um some Audience Exit Otho Hen. Were it not fit Hildebrand should have made Most Royal Sir a Personal submission Con. Proxy humilitie seems but presumption Emp. I see Youth's rash and inconsiderate It was the giddie factious multitude Not he my Boyes intruded on my right Hen. Con. Sir we submit Emp. Haste then without delay To grace the Entertainment Both. We obey Exeunt Act 1. Scen. 4. Enter Rodolphus Magnus Frederick in Prison Fred. And is the Emperours promise come to this Is this his Liberty Mag. A Princes word I took to be as true as Heaven it self Ro. For this I 'le n'ere believe a Conquest more But what shall meet me over eares in bloud Mag. 'T was not we feared death as to be thought Foolishly lavish of our lives to fight For that liberty we might have with peace Ro. Would we had dyed before we yeilded Fred. Hark! They sing and dring within A Song Here 's to that Noble Soul Drowns his sins in a Bowl And cares not a fig for the Pope Here 's to him a full Glasss That counts him an Asse Who will stinch at the sight of the Rope All within Ho Boyes First A merry life and a short 2. About with it 3. Where lyes the fault 1. Roger 't is your liquor Ro. O plague I drank the very last but one Ralph wants it They sing agen Fred. O Brave Roarers They know no other prayers These are their Mattins and their Evening Songs Ro. Is there such mirth in death Mag. Or are they rather Glad that the friendly Halter shortly will Free them from Goal which I count worse then death VVhat man that hath that Noble thing call'd Soul But hates confinement This whole world would be To narrow for him were he alwaies tied to'r Fred. But these poor souls are hardned in their Irons Ro. I was in hopes that breach like to have bin Betwixt the Emperour and the Pope of late Would have made our way out Fred. But that 's all dash't Ro. Could not our old friend Otho having got Into such favour do us here a kindness Mag. We are but here kept like West-Indian captives To be devoured at some solemn meeting With Mirth and Jollitie endure 't who list Let our wits work our freedom Ro. Fred. We 'l all assist Act. 1. Scen. 5. Exeunt Enter Aurelia Silvia to them Sophrona Matilda Attendants Au. May not one guesse affection by a glance Syl. Madam Au. 'T was but one look and that look did it Those lights like Archimedes burning-glasse Set me on Fire at that distance from him Syl. Your meaning Madam Aur. Sylvia thou art dull I see for hadst thou any sence at all How couldst thou choose but feel the self-same heat Syl. Explain your self pray Madam Aur. Then I will I 'me conquer'd by my Fathers Captive Syl. Which Aur. Now I could chide thee for a silly Gitle Dost ask me which Syl. Otho's fair Frederick smiling Aur. I see my errour Love is such a madness What we love we 'd have all love and yet can't Endure a Rival Didst not mind him Sylvia With the Majestick countenance My love Is not Effeminate although a Womans Syl. Bold Magnus Aur. Magnus Syl. In your cheeks I read it That blush betraies you He is Aur. Hush the Empress Enter Empress Matilda Attendants Soph. Aurelia Why were you wanting at The sport but now Aur. Madam I was just comming Mat. 'T was excellent I love to see men active Soph. They 're gon to visit now the Saxon Captives Nothing that 's tending to your Fathers glory Must be concealed from these noble strangers Aur. Must Magnus make them sport Syl. Pray Madam weeps aside Soph. What saith Aurelia What 's that Sylvia Syl. She 's sorry Madam she should loose the sport Soph. I thought 't would trouble her there 's more behind Mat. But Madam shall we never visit Rome Sop. We may perchance Matilda danger it Now there is made this happy reconcilement Mat. I long to see his Holyness methinks I fancy most those by Religion ty'd From lust and wedlock am you must concieve A chast Platonick Lover Aur. What is that To Love to love and not to enjoy Mat. Fruition Doth but allay those hightned flames which are The very life of love Aur. I am but raw Yet give me leave you seem as if Matilda You own'd no Paradise to scorching Aetna Platonick loves like Purgatorian sires Doe but prepare us for a perfect blisse And make us worthy of a free possession Soph. Aurelia have a care my Girle I fear By your Romantick tongue you may be smitten Aur. If my discourse offend my Royal Mother May I be ever silent rather then Provoke your hand Mat. You do mistake the Empress Soph. No matter keep her still in Ignorance Mat. Ours is but talk Madam you 'l pardon it Soph. It is Ingenious I gladly could Hear more on 't but I dare believe by this They are return'd 'T is high time to be gon We must be all there This night puts anen'd To the Solemnity All. We shall attend Finis Act. Primi Act. II. Scen. I. Enter Pope Card. Victor other Cardinals Attendants The Pope ascends his Chair Vict. God save Pope Gregory the Seventh All. Long live 1. Card. Caesar confirmes it Pope Who 's that mentions Caesar For Policie I did complie a while It was but to procure the surer ground To give the Emperour the stronger blow Must Peter stoop to Caesar 2 Card. That rests fully Sir in your Holiness to remedy Po. My Keys already look and unlock Heaven And if they wont fit I will add a ward Wherewith they shall serve Earthly Kingdoms To make and unmake Princes at my pleasure Vict. Nobly Resolv'd Sir This will grace your See With the more awe and splendour 2. Car. And restore Rome to itsformer fame that it shall be Once more the worlds renown'd Metropolis 1. Card. Henry's accus'd Pope I may as well ask him Forgivness of my sins as to be Pope 1. Card. He needeth pardon Sir or punishment Who is so loudly tax'd for a truce-breaker 2. Card. The Saxons gladly would help to depose him 1. Card. A Tyrant Vict. Cruel Symoniacal A buisie Bodger of Church-livings Sir Pope I hear enough makes him uncapable starts up Both of Heavens mercy and of mans protection Let him be Excommunicated lesse Cannot be done to him doth so transgresse Act. 2. Scen. 2. Enter Brazutus to him Jocoso Bra. All things succeed as well as heart could wish Enter Jocoso telling Money Joc. So this is somewhat towards my Journey now Bra. What hast thou there Jocoso Joc. Nothing Sir But a peice for killing an good old woman
the Salique Law But that a woman may be fit to govern Or why do Poets talk of Juno Pallas Place pow'r and wisdom in the Female Gender Had not dame Nature cut us out to Rule She never would have giv'n us such desires We 'l give men leave to think we think them wise But yet we know our strength all States and Persons Act we discreetly may be conquered By our well manag'd favours Without The day 's our own Enter Emp. Prudentio Hon. Jun. Souldiers Emp. Secure all there Mat. The buisness is effected Jun. They can't be hir'd to turn agen Hare-like One Run a Post down with his eies behind Soul Make room-there stand back Hon. The Cardinals Enter Cardinals Mat. Great Sir thus low accept my Loyalty Emp Matilda rise we have sufficient proof of 't Fathful and politick were thy designes To which we owe this bloudless victory How may we now requite this love Mat. Our selves and service Sirs must be our Princes Pure from all Mercenarie purposes Emp. True Yet Matilda we must not discourage Our Subjects duties with Ingratitude Mat. Then please me Sir in pleasuring your self In the Election of a Worthy Pope Victor's demeanouors speak him such Pru. We never Sir heard the contrary Emp. I do approve him Victor and Matilda talk together Vict. Thanks mighty Prince All. God save Pope Victor the third Emp. Hildebrand's Name did Anagramatize His Nature I HEL-BRANDD and so he was Ho. He was indeed the Worlds Incendiarie Emp. A Legion Rebel in a wicked Pope Must be a Complication of Traytors Pru. He makes a thousand hardy-Regicides With Pardons in their Pockets and hopes of Immediate access into Paradise With a fair promise to be Canoniz'd Jun. And then Men run on in their villainies As eagerly as e're the Pope run from us Pox on him now the warrs are done and now We may make Mustard with our Cannon-bullets And stick our Swords up to hang Scare-crows on Vict. Will It please Caesar now to grace our Court. Emp. Thanks to Your Holyness Come kind Matilda Come Gentlemen you shall participate Pru. We shall attend All. God save Caesar and Pope Victor exeunt Act. 5. Scen. 4. Enter Conrade Souldiers He looks on a Letter Con. My Revenge cannot stay the old mans pace I look'd for all the Empire half was promis'd And now he writes I must submissively Yeild to the Portion of a Younger Brother And wait the leisure of the Destinies Or never be admitted to his Court Souldiers rest confident in my Rewards And let them highly animate your courage I will not make a meal nor close mine eyes Until I 'me Emperour of Germany Enter a Messenger What are you Come for Reconciliation Mess I come to tell you Sir Your Fathers dead Con. Dead Mess He no sooner heard your Brothers aime But He reply'd 't was time he was Extinguish'd Finding that short life he had yet behind Burnt like a snuff so noysome to his issue His own Son Henry And with that he funck Con. Is he quite dead Mess Dead Con. Ther 's one lett Remov'd A shout within They Come let us prepare Enter Magnus and Souldiers Mag. Brave Conrade yeild Con. How like a flattering Parret the Foole talks Brave Conrade Mag. 'T is your Elder Brothers Right Con. Pox on 't Can High and Noble Spirits bent For a Kingdom stand to tell first and Second Fight Fight I 'le quickly make a younger Brother Of thee Magnus They all fight Conrad's Souldiers are beaten off the Stage Magnus kills Conrade Mag. There was no way but death Enter Souldiers Soul We have the Conquest Sir they are quite Routed Mag. Conveigh this Corps to Solemn Funeral We cannot but Lament Bold Conrade's Fall Act. 5. Scen. 5. Enter Officers with Brazutus Jocoso and a mixt Company 1. Off. Along Along Braz What are we apprehended for 1. Off. The Emperour will tell you 2. Off. Come along Joc. So I can you Hunger-starved-Hound Without your Haleing 1. Wo. They are very cheats 3. Wo. They mump'd poor Besse 2. Wo. Their things w'ant worth a Farthing All. Hang 'um hang 'um they do but gull the Country Braz This daies work shall cost you dear 1. Off. 'T may cost your life Braz I had a License from His Royal Father Nor will the Princess thank you for this rudeness 1. Off. W'have order never fear 't for what we do Braz Y'have spoyl'd a Chymistrie cost God kowes what Joc. Y'have brain'd the Gallipots ye Rogues the stuff Runs out shall cost you sauce I warrant you 2. Off. Come come a Halter will soon spoil your rayling Joc. You may deserve it first All. Hang'um quick Hang'um Off. Peace The Emperour Enter Hen. Embracing Magnus Attendants Wo. Take heed you be'nt in the old womans pickle By and by Sirrah Joc. Go you Bob-tail'd Whores Ex. Women company Wo. You whore-son Arse-gut All. Ha ha ha Off. Peace the Emperour Hen. Magnus I am oblig'd Off. Sir here 's the Pris'ner Hen. Brazutus you endeavoured to poyson Our Royal Father Braz Sir I 'me ignorant Hen. If you conceal 't I shall the rather think it Mag. Perhaps Matilda might not send the Letter Pope Gregorie intended for this purpose Hen. Confess all or else you dye Joc. I n'ere Sir murder'd any in my life Braz The old Woman I hate lying Joc. I did but faign that Sir to get his service Hen. How now Brazutus Braz Sir this is but malice Mag. If clear in this yet they may both be faulty Hen. Declare Brazutus what you 're committed And on a Princes word you shall have mercy For your sake Magnus and Aurelia's Braz If I am guilty Sir of this I 'me tax'd of May I for ever be debarr'd your bounty Hen. Speak all you know or ever did Jocoso If you 'r found in a tittle fals you dye Joc. I never murder'd any but my Mother Which Nature had almost done to my Hand Besides it was my Elder Brothers doings She liv'd so long He thought she was Immortal His mind was once to try whether she 'd drown But I was forc'd at last to doe her work For a mean Fee I might have starv'd else Sir Your mercy Sir your mercy Hen. Horrid Villain Mag. But that your word joyn'd with the Jubilee Of your first Raign pleads somewhat Sir for life There could be no escaping of the Gallows However pray think on some punishment That may be next to it Hen. Friends hear your sentence Brazutus You Equivocated with us More then Jocoso in your slie confession Who poyson'd a Septinary of Popes Both shall live in perpetual Prisonment look to them Officers and see that daylie A hard allowance mind them of their faults Off. Sir We obey 1. 'T is well yee scape so 2. Off. Come my Friend Jocoso Exeunt Officers with Bra. Jocoso Joc. Pox on your Frendship would we n'ere had met How Intimate I must be now with Hell Braz The best on 't is old age ill-us'd Can't suffer me to be Tenant to a Prison long Hen. Magnus whate're the German Empire now Rightly descended to me will afford Command it freely Mag. May Heaven prosper Caesar The Embrace Enter Aurelia Sylvia Aur. Look yonder Sylvia Syl. I like this well Aur. Must Magnus now be Banish'd Hen. Sweet Aurelia I can as soon be banish'd from my self Give me leave Sister You will have a man Made up of Love of Justice and of Honour I might have call'd these Virtues into question Had he yeilded to me in hindering My Fathers Return to his Empire which None but the Fates prevented All. Heaven Bless Caesar Mag. Next we must Palliate Sophrona's greif Hen. That must be Magnus in your Nuptials Great Duke of Saxony accept your Dutchess Accept of your Aurelia Aur. I flye to Him Syl. Blest pair may yours no more prove April-joyes Mag. We prize things most got through a world of Crosses Hen. When those are quite blown over and now may You like the City Alexandria Enjoy a constant Sun-shine ev'ry day Exeunt Omnes FINIS EPIGOLUE I am to tell you Gentlemen The Play Caesar 's sad Tragoedie you saw to day Should any Momus crie it can't be true A man Religious and a Rebel too Carp at the Title first and next the Plot And then the Sence the Language and what not Condemn this Poyson this Lust and that Treason And sware our Pilgrim-Prince can't stand to reason But as a Vulgar Errour straight must be Damn'd with the Belisarian Povertie Our Poet doth confess and 't is His glory He plaid the Theif he saith and stole the story From men of Trust who write the thing was so Acted about Six Hundred years agoe But yet all this won't do He understands Nothing will pass for good without your Hands For which great favour she who did express Her self so handsome to his Holiness Witty Matilda pleads and 't is hard hap If such a freindly Girle don't get a clap