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The Banish'd duke, or, The tragedy of Infortunatus acted at the Theatre Royal.
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1690
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Wing B645; ESTC R16784
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gain'd the day Roman Then let the Guard that brings the Traytors in Let him escape a Monument of Sin But how behav'd my Souldiers Manl. Such Men as they no Age could parallel How can those equall'd be who all excel Yet not the Red alone Exploits can do This long Black Gown hath done good service too I fir'd the Ordinance so that downright Some were cut off the rest soon put to flight Roman I shall not be forgetful to requite Those Loyalists that serv'd me in the fight Enter Infortunatus Guarded his hands bound Roman Was 't you who lately made the World admire All your Atchievements then huff'd with desire Of Greatness ' gainst my Person did conspire To Infortunatus Was 't you who from Mankind such Friendship got Great Credit Fame and Honour and what not Invincible for you was termed so Tho' now like some mean Beast to th' Ax you go Just as the Lark that flew so high before That she fell down and never rose up more Infort I am the Man that lately was admir'd And ' against your Popish Person have conspir'd Loose but my hands and you shall quickly see The last Exploit of Magnanimity Roman I 'll see your last breath first your Person dead I 'll deal with you when shorter by the head Take him away let him in Prison lye Till I appoint the day when he shall dye Infort Thou Popish Prince think'st thou that ever I Was daunted Or that I 'm affraid to dye I 'd rather fall by any Hangmans hand Than live a Subject under thy command I 'll dye with courage tho' my Death 's unjust Thus the admired Phoenix one day must Drop to her Nest and there turn into Dust The Guards carry him to Prison Roman I 'm griev'd to see such Spirits in their prime Cut down and drop before the Harvest time I rather he in Battel had been slain Than be exposed now to such disdain I gladly could prolong his wretched Life Were it not for my importuning Wife Calam. Keep him in Prison and some pity take Upon his person for great Caesar's sake Cancell A King that pardons such a one as he Opens the door to all Conspiracy Your Sacred person never will be safe If you to him a Pardon do vouchsafe Manl. With expedition order off his Head Grant him a Pardon after he is dead Enter two Ladies who fall on their knees Lad. Great Sir we 're come laden with grief and tears To beg admittance to your sacred ears And supplicate your Goodness that you will Forbear Infortunatus Blood to spill The pearl of Mercy is a precious thing And much to be desired in a King If you grant this it will renown you more Than all the Acts of Grace e're done before Of all your Subjects you will gain such love That never one will hence a Traytor prove Roman What can be done Enter Papissa in passion with a stern countenance Papis What beg these whining Whores Manl. They beg the King A suit of wonders and a monstrous thing To spare the Traytor but himself is dead If he forgive him till he lose his Head Papis Be gone you Whores You both deserve to be Lash'd at the Cart and pay a Bridewell-fee Exeunt Ladies To morrow e're it be quite Twelve a Clock The Traytor 's Head shall be laid on the Block Where he shall pay for all his former guilt A Rebels blood is never too soon spilt He shall not have a day more to repent And that 's the way his pardon to prevent I 'll neither eat nor drink nor sleep nor lye Until the Traytor for his Treason dye Exeunt omnes The SCENE a Place of Execution Enter Infortunatus Guarded the Executioner following with the Axe Infort Is this my Funeral Day wherein I must Submit to crawling Worms and turn to Dust I am more happy in my fatal Doom Than those who live in slavery unto Rome King Romanus cannot shun a fall When God writes MENE TEKEL on the Wall Enter Manlius Man Talk no more Treason but Iay by your hate Confess your Crimes and then submit to Fate Infort What Crimes Vain-glorious Man dost thou With vain pretences come to plague me now Be gone base Slave and from my Scaffold fly I 'll not be taught by you the way to die If you prate more I by my Axe of Steel Will make your Face my dying Passion feel Man I do perswade you only if I can To die a Penitent good Christian Infort He that doth Preach Death from a Cannons mouth Doth never cure and seldom speaks the Truth He that design'd to kill me with a Ball Will never raise me up but make me fall If I have left my Peace to make till now It were a work too hard for me to do The Scene openeth and all the Instruments of Death with a black Coffin appear Manl. By King Romanus I was hither sent Your long delays and uproars to prevent And see that long'd-for Blow that will divide Your Head and Body and all feuds decide Infort Since you to suck my Blood have such desire I 'll quickly grant you what you do require Make ready Executioner for I Shall soon be in a readiness to dye Execut. Forgive me that which I must undertake Your Death doth make my panting heart to quake Infort And why so much a Coward 'T is your place Execut. I 'd rather dye than butcher up your Grace Infort I do forgive you freely therefore do That which the Laws of Catholicks allow Come shed my Blood and take this for your trouble All Men are Dust their Life 's but a Bubble giveth him some reward Here he stoppeth a little I had the Love of all of none the Hate Dandled upon the knees of Church and State Now must submit my self to Divine Fate Layeth down his Head to the Block Stoppeth again Forbear your Blow till my mind fixed be To the Executioner On Heaven above and long Eternity After a short meditation he giveth the Executioner a sign who immediately instead of his Neck striketh him in the Shoulder Execut. O cruel stroke O thrice unhappy Day My trembling hand mistakes the bloody way At the next blow the Executioner divideth his Head from his Body and the Corps being put in a Coffin are carried away all present mourning and bewailing his Fate and Tragick end ACT. IV. The SCENE Alba Aula Regalis Enter King Romanus Papissa Cancellarius and Calamus Roman THis blow has struck Rebellion dead and I Shall Reign Great Albion's Monarch till I dye My Foes are all evanish'd like a Cloud Dissolv'd in Air and perish'd in their Blood Now lest my Kingdoms kick and grudge to be Subjected to my Yoke of Popery I 'll keep a standing Army that will bring Them to obey me tho' a Popish King Yet here I 'll stop the Current of my rage And bring no Rebels more upon the Stage Calam. By force of Arms a King may soon subdue A weak unarm'd