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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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Wing R910; ESTC R14387
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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