swear my Torrismond That to have had you mine for one short day Has cancell'd half my mighty sum of Woes Say but you hate me not Tor. I cannot hate you Raym. Can you not say that once more That all the Saints may witness it against you Queen Cruel Raymond Can he not punish me but he must hate O! 't is not Justice but a brutal Rage Which hates th' Offender's person with his Crimes I have enough to overwhelm one Woman To lose a Crown and Lover in a day Let Pity lend a Tear when Rigour strikes Raym. Then then you should have thought of Tears and Pity When Vertue Majesty and hoary Age Pleaded for Sancho's Life Qu. My future days shall be one whole Contrition A Chapel will I build with large Endowment Where every day an hundred aged men Shall all hold up their wither'd hands to Heaven To pardon Sancho's Death Tor. See Raymond see she makes a large amends Sancho is dead no punishment of her Can raise his cold stiff limbs from the dark Grave Nor can his blessed Soul look down from Heaven Or break th' eternal Sabbath of his Rest To see with Joy her Miseries on Earth Raym. Heaven may forgive a Crime to Penitence For Heaven can judge if Penitence be true But man who knows not Hearts should make Examples Which like a Warning-piece must be shot off To fright the rest from Crimes Queen Had I but known that Sancho was his Father I would have pour'd a Deluge of my Bloud To save one Drop of his Tor. Mark that Inexorable Raymond mark 'T was fatal Ignorance that caus'd his Death Raym. What if she did not know he was your Father She knew he was a Man the Best of men Heaven's Image double stampt as Man and King Qu. He was he was ev'n more than you can say But yet Raym. But yet you barbarously murther'd him Queen He will not hear me out Tor. Was ever Criminal forbid to plead Curb your ill manner'd Zeal Raym. Sing to him Syren For I shall stop my Ears now mince the Sin And mollifie Damnation with a Phrase Say you consented not to Sancho's Death But barely not forbad it Qu. Hard hearted Man I yield my guilty cause But all my Guilt was caus'd by too much Love Had I for Jealousie of Empire sought Good Sancho's Death Sancho had dy'd before 'T was alwaies in my Power to take his Life But Interest never could my Conscience blind Till Love had cast a mist before my Eyes And made me think his Death the onely means Which could secure my Throne to Torrismond Tor. Never was fatal Mischief meant so kind For all she gave has taken all away Malicious Pow'rs is this to be restor'd 'T is to be worse depos'd than Sancho was Raym. Heaven has restor'd you you depose your self Oh! when young Kings begin with scorn of Justice They make an Omen to their after Reign And blot their Annals in the foremost page Tor. No more lest you be made the first Example To show how I can punish Raym. Once again Let her be made your Father's Sacrifice And after make me her's Tor. Condemn a Wife That were to attone for Parricide with Murther Raym. Then let her be divorc'd we 'll be content With that poor scanty Justice Let her part Tor. Divorce that 's worse than Death 't is Death of Love Queen The Soul and Body part not with such Pain As I from you but yet 't is just my Lord I am th' Accurst of Heaven the Hate of Earth Your Subjects Detestation and your Ruin And therefore fix this doom upon my self Tor. Heav'n Can you wish it to be mine no more Queen Yes I can wish it as the dearest Proof And last that I can make you of my Love To leave you blest I would be more accurst Than Death can make me for Death ends our Woes And the kind Grave shuts up the mournfull Scene But I would live without you to be wretched long And hoard up every moment of my life To lengthen out the Payment of my Tears Till ev'n fierce Raymond at the last shall say Now let her dye for she has griev'd enough Tor. Hear this hear this thou Tribune of the People Thou zealous publick Bloud-hound hear and melt Raym. Aside I could cry now my Eyes grow womanish But yet my Heart holds out Queen Some solitary Cloister will I chuse And there with holy Virgins live immur'd Course my Attire and short shall be my Sleep Broke by the melancholy midnight Bell Now Raymond now be satisfied at last Fasting and Tears and Penitence and Prayer Shall doe dead Sancho Justice every hour Raym. Aside By your leave Manhood Wipes his Eyes Tor. He weeps now he 's vanquish'd Raym. No! 'T is a salt rheum that scalds my Eyes Qu. If he were vanquish'd I am still unconquer'd I 'll leave you in the height of all my Love Ev'n when my Heart is beating out its way And struggles to you most Farwell a last Farwell My dear dear Lord Remember me speak Raymond will you let him Shall he remember Leonora's Love And shed a parting Tear to her Misfortunes Raym. Almost crying Yes yes he shall pray goe Tor. Now By my Soul she shall not goe why Raymond Her every Tear is worth a Father's Life Come to my Arms come my fair Penitent Let us not think what future Ills may fall But drink deep Draughts of Love and lose'em all Exit Tor. with the Queen Raym. No matter yet he has my Hook within him Now let him frisk and flownce and run and rowle And think to break his hold He toils in vain This Love the Bait he gorg'd so greedily Will make him sick and then I have him sure Enter Alphonso and Pedro. Alph. Brother there 's News from Bertran he desires Admittance to the King and cryes aloud This day shall end our Fears of Civil War For his safe Conduct he entreats your Presence And begs you would be speedy Raym. Though I loath The Traitor's sight I 'll go Attend us here Exit Ray. Enter Gomez Elvira Dominic with Officers to make the Stage as full as possible Pedro. Why how now Gomez what mak'st thou here with a whole Brother-hood of City Bailifs why thou lookest like Adam in Paradise with his guard of Beasts about him Gom. Ay and a man had need of them Don Pedro for here are the two old Seducers a Wife and Priest that 's Eve and the Serpent at my Elbow Dom. Take notice how uncharitably he talks of Church men Gom. Indeed you are a charitable Belswagger my Wife cry'd out Fire Fire and you brought out your Church-buckets and call'd for Engines to play against it Alph. I am sorry you are come hither to accuse your Wife her Education has been vertuous her Nature mild and easie Gom. Yes she 's easie with a Vengeance there 's a certain Colonel has found her so Alph. She came a spotless Virgin to your Bed Gom. And she 's
To find at my return my Master murther'd O that I could but weep to vent my Passion But this dry Sorrow burns up all my Tears Alph. Mourn inward Brother 't is observ'd at Courâ— Who weeps and who wears black and your Return Will fix all Eyes on every Act of yours To see how you resent King Sancho's Death Raym. What generous man can live with that Constraint Upon his Soul to bear much less to flatter A Court like this can I sooth Tyranny Seem pleas'd to see my Royal Master murther'd His Crown usurp'd a Distaff in the Throne A Council made of such as dare not speak And could not if they durst whence honest men Banish themselves for shame of being there A Government that knowing not true wisedom Is scorn'd abroad and lives on Tricks at home Alph. Vertue must be thrown off 't is a coarse garment Too heavy for the sunshine of a Court Raym. Well then I will dissemble for an end So great so pious as a just Revenge You 'll join with me Alphon. No honest man but must Pedro What Title has this Queen but Lawless Force And Force must pull her down Alphon. Truth is I pity Leonora's case Forc'd for her Safety to commit a Crime Which most her Soul abhors Raym. All she has done or e'er can doe of good This one black Deed has damn'd Pedro You 'll hardly gain your Son to our Design Raym. Your reason for 't Pedro I want time to unriddle it Put on your tother Face the Queen approches Enter the Queen Bertran and Attendants Raym. And that accursed Bertran Stalks close behind her like a Witche's Fiend Pressing to be employ'd stand and observe them Queen to Bertran Bury'd in private and so suddenly It crosses my Design which was t' allow The Rites of Funeral fitting his Degree With all the Pomp of mourning Bert. It was not safe Objects of pity when the cause is new Would work too fiercely on the giddy Crowd Had Caesar's body never been expos'd Brutus had gain'd his Cause Queen Then was he lov'd Bertran O never man so much for Saint-like goodness Pedro Aside Had bad men fear'd him but as good men lov'd him He had not yet been sainted Queen I wonder how the People bear his Death Bertr Some discontent there are some idle murmurs Pedro How Idle Murmurs Let me plainly speak The doors are all shut up the wealthier sort With Arms a-cross and Hats upon their Eyes Walk to and fro before their silent Shops Whole droves of Lenders crowd the Banquers doors To call in Money those who have none mark Where Money goes for when they rise 't is Plunder The Rabble gather round the Man of News And listen with their Mouths Some tell some hear some judge of News some make it And he who lies most loud is most believ'd Queen This may be dangerous Raym. Aside Pray Heaven it may Bertr If one of you must fall Self-preservation is the first of Laws And if when Subjects are oppress'd by Kings They justifie Rebellion by that Law As well may Monarchs turn the edge of right To cut for them when self-defence requires it Queen You place such Arbitrary Power in Kings That I much fear if I should make you one You 'll make your self a Tyrant let these know By what Authority you did this Act. Bertran You much surprize me to demand that Question But since Truth must be told 'T was by your own Queen Produce it or By Heaven your Head shall answer The Forfeit of your Tongue Raym. Aside Brave mischief towards Bertran You bad me Queen When and where Bertr No I confess you bad me not in words The Dial spoke not but it made shrewd signs And pointed full upon the stroke of Murther Yet this you said You were a woman ignorant and weak So left it to my care Queen What if I said I was a woman ignorant and weak Were you to take th' advantage of my Sex And play the Devil to tempt me You contriv'd You urg'd you drove me headlong to your toiles And if much tir'd and frighted more I paus'd Were you to make my Doubts your own Commission Bertr This 't is to serve a Prince too faithfully Who free from Laws himself will have that done Which not perform'd brings us to sure Disgrace And if perform'd to Ruin Queen This 't is to counsel things that are unjust First to debauch a King to break his Laws Which are his safety and then seek Protection From him you have endanger'd but Just Heaven When Sins are judg'd will damn the tempting Devil More deep than those he tempted Bert. If Princes not protect thâ—ir Ministers What man will dare to serve them Queen None will dare To serve them ill when they are left to Laws But when a Counsellor to save himself Would lay Miscarriages upon his Prince Exposing him to publick Rage and Hate O 't is an Act as infamously base As should a common Souldier sculk behind And thrust his General in the Front of War It shews he onely serv'd himself before And had no sense of Honour Country King But center'd on himself and us'd his Master As Guardians do their Wards with shows of care But with intent to sell the publick Safety And pocket up his Prince Pedro Aside Well said i'faith This Speech is eâ—en too good for an Usurper Bertr I see for whom I must be sacrific'd And had I not been sotted with my zeal I might have found it sooner Queen From my sight The Prince who bears an Insolence like this Is such an Image of the Powers above As is the Statue of the Thundring God Whose Bolts the Boys may play with Bertran Unreveng'd I will not fall nor single Exit Bertran cum suis. Queen to Raymond who kisses her hand Qu. Welcome welcome I saw you not before one Honest Lord Is hid with ease among a Crowd of Courtiers How can I be too gratefull to the Father Of such a Son as Torrismond Raym. His Actions were but Duty Queen Yet My Lord All have not paid that Debt like noble Torrismond You hear how Bertran brands me with a Crime Of which your Son can witness I am free I sent to stop the Murther but too late For Crimes are swift but Penitence is slow The bloudy Bertran diligent in ill Flew to prevent the soft returns of Pity Raym. O cursed Haste of making sure a Sin Can you forgive the Traytor Queen Never never 'T is written here in Characters so deep That seven years hence 'till then should I not meet him And in the Temple then I 'll drag him thence Ev'n from the Holy Altar to the Block Raym. Aside She 's fir'd as I would wish her aid me Justice As all my ends are thine to gain this Point And ruin both at once It wounds indeed To her To bear Affronts too great to be forgiven And not have Power to punish yet one way There is to ruin Bertran Queen O there 's
we behold an Angel not to fear Is to be impudent no I 'm resolv'd Like a led Victim to my Death I 'll goe And dying bless the hand that gave the blow Exeunt The SCENE draws and shews the Queen sitting in state Bertran standing next her then Teresa c. She rises and comes to the Front Qu. Leonora to Bert. I blame not you My Lord my Father's will Your own Deserts and all my People's Voice Have plac'd you in the view of Sovereign Pow'r But I wou'd learn the cause why Torrismond Within my Palace Walls within my Hearing Almost within my Sight affronts a Prince Who shortly shall command him Bertr He thinks you owe him more then you can pay And looks as he were Lord of humane kind Enter Torrismond Alphonso Pedro. Torrismond bows low then looks earnestly on the Queen and keeps at distance Teresa Madam The General Qu. Let me view him well My Father sent him early to the Frontiers I have not often seen him if I did He pass'd unmark'd by my unheeding Eyes But where 's the Fierceness the Disdainful Pride The Haughty Port the Fiery Arrogance By all these Marks this is not sure the man Bertr Yet this is he who fill'd your Court with Tumult Whose Fierce Demeanour and whose Insolence The Patience of a God cou'd not support Qu. Name his Offence My Lord and he shall have Immediate punishment Bertr 'T is of so high a nature shou'd I speak it That my Presumption then wou'd equal his Qu. Some one among you speak Ped. Aside Now my Tongue itches Qu. All dumb on your Allegiance Torrismond By all your hopes I do command you speak Torr. kneeling O seek not to convince me of a Crime Which I can ne'er repent nor can you pardon Or if you needs will know it think oh think That he who thus commanded dares to speak Unless commanded wou'd have dy'd in silence But you adjur'd me Madam by my hopes Hopes I have none for I am all Despair Friends I have none for Friendship follows Favour Desert â—'ve none for what I did was Duty Oh that it were that it were Duty all Qu. Why do you pause proceed Torr. As one condemn'd to leap a Precipice Who sees before his Eyes the Depth below Stops short and looks about for some kind Shrub To break his dreadfull Fall â—o I But whither am I going if to Death He looks so lovely sweet in Beauties Pomp He draws me to his Dart. I dare no more Bertr He 's mad beyond the Cure of Hellebore Whips Darkness Dungeons for this Insolence Torr. Mad as I am yet I know when to bear Qu. You 're both too bold You Torrismond withdraw I 'll teach you all what 's owing to your Queen For you My Lord The Priest to morrow was to â—oin our hands I 'll try if I can live a day without you So both of you depart and live in Peace Alph. Who knows whicâ— way she points Doubling and turning like an hunted Hare Find out the Meaning of her mind who can Pedr. Who ever â—ound a Woman's backward and forward The whole Sex in every word In my Conscience when she was getting her Mother was thinking of a Riddle Exeunt all but the Queen and Teresa Queen Hast my Teresa hast and call him back Teresa Whom Madam Queen Him Ter. Prince Bertran Qu. Torrismond There is no other He. Ter. Aside A rising Sun Or I am much deceiv'd Exit Teresa Queen A change so swift what heart did ever feel It rush'd upon me like a mighty Stream And bore me in a moment far from Shore I 've lov'd away my self in one short hour Already am I gon an Age of Passion Was it his Youth his Valour or Success These might perhaps be found in other men 'T was that respect that awfull homage pay'd me That fearfull Love which trembled in his Eyes and with a silent Earthquake shook his Soul But when he spoke what tender words he said So softly that like flakes of feather'd Snow They melted as they fell Enter Teresa with Torrismond Ter. He waits your pleasure Qu. 'T is well retire Oh Heaven 's that I must speak So distant from my heart aside To Torr. How now What Boldness brings you back again Torr. I heard 't was your Command Qu. A fond mistake To credit so unlikely a Command And you return full of the same Presumption T' affront me with your Love Torr. If 't is Presumption for a Wretch condemn'd To throw himself beneath his Judge's feet A Boldness more then this I never knew Or if I did 't was onely to your Foes Qu. You wou'd insinuate your past Services And those I grant were great but you confess A Fault committed since that canâ—els all Torr. And who cou'd dare to disavow his Crime When that for which he is accus'd and seiz'd He bears about him still my Eyes conâ—ess it My every action speaks my heart aloud But oh the Madness of my high attempt Speaks louder yet and all together cry I love and I despair Qu. Have you not heard My Father with his dying voice bequeath'd My Crown and me to Bertran And dare you A private man presume to love a Queen Torr. That that 's the Wound I see you set so high As no Desert or Services can reach Good Heav'ns why gave you me a Monarch's Soul And crusted it with base Plebeian Clay Why gave you me Desires of such extent And such a Spanâ—â—toâ— grasp ' em Sure my lot By some o'er hasty Angel was misplac'd In Fate 's Eternal Volume But I rave And like a giddy Bird in dead of night Fly round the Fire that scorches me to death Qu. Yet Torrismond you 've not so ill deserv'd But I may give you Counsel for your Cure Torr. I cannot nay I wish not to be cur'd Qu. aside Nor I Heav'n knows Torr. There is a Pleasure sure In being Mad which none but Madmen know Let me indulge it let me gaze for ever And since you are too great to be belov'd Be greater greater yet and be ador'd Qu. These are the words which I must onely hear From Bertran's mouth they shou'd displease from you I say they shou'd but women are so vain To like the Love though they despise the Lover Yet that I may not send you from my sight In absolute despair I pity you Torr. Am I then pity'd I have livd enough Death take me inâ— this moment of my Joy But when my Soul is plung'd in long oblivion Spare this one Thought let me remember Pity And so deceiv'd think all my life was bless'd Qu. What if I add a little to my Alms If that wou'd help I cou'd cast in a Tear To your Misfortunes Torr. A Tear You have o'erbid all my past Sufferings And all my future too Qu. Were I no Queenâ— Or you of Royal Bloud Torr. What have I lost by my Fore-father's fault Why was not I the Twenty'th by descent From a long restive race
maiest weep with me How dear how sweet his first Embraces were With what a Zeal he join'd his Lips to mine And suckt my Breath at every word I spoke As if he drew his Inspiration thence While both our Souls came upward to our Mouths As neighbouring Monarchs at their Borders meet I thought Oh no 'T is false I could not think 'T was neither Life nor Death but both in one Ter. Then sure his Transports were not less than yours Qu. More more for by the high-hung Tapers light I cou'd discern his Cheeks were glowing red His very Eye-balls trembl'd with his Love And sparkl'd through their Casements humid Fires He sigh'd and kiss'd breath'd short and wou'd have spoke But was too fierce to throw away the time All he cou'd say was Love and Leonora Ter. How then can you suspect him lost so soon Qu. Last night he flew not with a Bridegroom's haste Which eagerly prevents the pointed hour I told the Clocks and watch'd the wasting Light And listned to each softly treading step In hope 't was he but still it was not he At last he came but with such alter'd Looks So wild so ghastly as if some Ghost had met him All pale and speechless he survey'd me round Then with a Groan he threw himself a-bed But far from me as far as he cou'd move And sigh'd and toss'd and turn'd but still from me Ter. What all the night Queen Even all the live-long-night At last for blushing I must tell thee all I press'd his Hand and laid me by his Side He pull'd it back as if he touch'd a Serpent With that I burst into a floud of Tears And ask'd him how I had offended him He answer'd nothing but with Sighs and Groans So restless past the night and at the Dawn Leapt from the Bed and vanish'd Ter. Sighs and Groans Paleness and Trembling all are signs of Love He onely fears to make you share his Sorrows Queen I wish 't were so but Love still doubts the worst My heavy Heart the Prophetess of Woes Foreboads some ill at hand To sooth my sadness Sing me the Song which poor Olympia made When false Bireâ—o left her A SONG I. Farwell ungratefull Traytor Farwell my perjur'd Swain Let never injur'd Creature Believe a Man again The Pleasure of Possessing Surpasses all Expressing But 't is too short a Blessing And Love too long a Pain II. 'T is easie to deceive us In pity of your Pain But when we love you leave us To rail at you in vain Before we have descry'd it There is no Bliss beside it But she that once has try'd it Will never love again III. The Passion you pretended Was onely to obtain But when the Charm is ended The Charmer you disdain Your Love by ours we measure Till we have lost our Treasure But Dying is a Pleasure When Living is a Pain Re-enter Torrismond Tor. Still she is here and still I cannot speak But wander like some discontend Ghost That oft appears but is forbid to talke Going again Queen O Torrismond if you resolve my Death You need no more but to go hence again Will you not speak Tor. I cannot Qu. Speak oh speak Your Anger wou'd be kinder than your Silence Tor. Oh! Queen Do not sigh or tell me why you sigh Tor. Why do I live ye Powers Qu. Why do I live to hear you speak that word Some blackâ—mouth'd Villain has defam'd my Vertue Tor. No! No! Pray let me go Queen kneeling You shall not goe By all the Pleasures of our Nuptial-bed It ever I was lov'd though now I 'm not By these true Tears which from my wounded Heart Bleed at my Eyes Tor. Rise Queen I will never rise I cannot chuse a better place to dye Tor. Oh! I wou'd speak but cannot Queen rising Guilt keeps you silent then you love me not What have I done ye Powers what have I done To see my Youth my Beauty and my Love No sooner gain'd but slighted and betray'd And like a Rose just gather'd from the Stalk But onely smelt and cheaply thrown aside To wither on the ground Tere. For Heaven's sake Madam moderate your Passion Queen Why nam'st thou Heaven there is no Heaven for me Despair Death Hell have seiz'd my tortur'd Soul When I had rais'd his groveling Fate from ground To Pow'r and Love to Empire and to Me When each Embrace was dearer than the first Then then to be contemn'd then then thrown off It calls me old and wither'd and deform'd And loathsome Oh! what Woman can bear Loathsome The Turtle flies not from his billing Mate He bills the closer but ungratefull Man Base barbarous Man the more we raise our Love The more we pall and cool and kill his ardour Racks Poison Daggers rid me but of Life And any Death is welcome Tor. Be witness all ye Powers that know my Heart I would have kept the fatal Secret hid But she has conquer'd to her Ruin conquer'd Here take this Paper reade our Destinies Yet do not but in kindness to your self Be ignorantly safe Qu. No! give it me Even though it be the Sentence of my Death Tor. Then see how much unhappy Love had made us O Leonora Oh! We two were born when sullen Planets reign'd When each the others Influence oppos'd And drew the Stars to Factions at our Birth Oh! better better had it been for us That we had never seen or never lov'd Queen There is no Faith in Heaven if Heaven says so You dare not give it Tor. As unwillingly As I would reach out Opium to a Friend Who lay in Torture and desir'd to dye Gives the Paper But now you have it spare my sight the pain Of seeing what a world of Tears it cost you Go silently enjoy your part of Grief And share the sad Inheritance with me Queen I have a thirsty Fevor in my Soul Give me but present Ease and let me dye Exit Qu. and Teres Enter Lorenzo Lor. Arm arm my Lord the City Bands are up Drums beating Colours flying Shouts confus'd All clustring in a heap like swarming Hives And rising in a moment Tor. With design to punish Bertran and revenge the King 'T was order'd so Lor. Then you 're betray'd my Lord. 'T is true they block the Castle kept by Bertran But now they cry Down with the Palace Fire it Pull out th' usurping Queen Tor. The Queen Lorenzo durst they name the Queen Lor. If railing and reproching be to name her Tor. O Sacrilege Say quickly who commands This vile blaspheming Rout Lor. I 'm loth to tell you But both our Fathers thrust 'em headlong on And bear down all before ' em Tor. Death and Hell Somewhat must be resolv'd and speedily How sayst thou my Lorenzo darst thou be A Friend and once forget thou art a Son To help me save the Queen Lor. Aside Let me consider Bear Arms against my Father he begat me That 's true but for whose sake did he beget me For his own
genius and terrifies me Alph. Turning Now you are mad indeed Gomez this is my Son Lorenzo Gom. How your Son Lorenzo it is impossible Alph. As true as your Wife Elvira is my Daughter Lor. What have I taken all this pains about a Sister Gom. No you have taken some about me I am sure if you are her Brother my Sides can shew the Tokens of our Alliance Alph. to Lor. You know I put your Sister into a Nunnery with a strict Command not to see you for fear you should have wrought upon her to have taken the Habit which was never my Intention and consequently I married her without your knowledge that it might not be in your power to prevent it Elvi. You see Brother I had a natural affection to you Lor. What a delicious Harlot have I lost Now Pox upon me for being so near akin to thee Elvi. However we are both beholding to Fryar Dominic the Church is an indulgent Mother she never fails to doe her part Dom. Heaven what will become of me Gom. Why you are not like to trouble Heaven those fat Guts were never made for mounting Lor. I shall make bold to disburthen him of my hundred Pistols to make him the lighter for his Journey Indeed 't is partly out of Conscience that I may not be accessary to his breaking his Vow of Poverty Alphon. I have no secular Power to reward the Pains you have taken with my Daughter But I shall do 't by Proxy Fryar your Bishop's my Friend and is too honest to let such as you infect a Cloister Gom. Ay doe Father-in-law let him be stript of his Habit and dis◠order'd I would fain see him walk in Quirpo like a cas'd Rabbit without his holy Fur upon his Back that the World may once behold the inside of a Fryar Dom. Farwell kind Gentlemen I give you all my Blessing before I go May your Sisters Wives and Daughters be so naturally lewd that they may have no occasion for a Devil to tempt or a Fryar to pimp for ' em Exit with a Rabble pushing him Enter Torrismond Leonora Bertran Raymond Teresa c. Tor. He lives he lives my Royal Father lives Let every one partake the general Joy Some Angel with a golden Trumpet sound King Sancho lives and let the echoing skies From Pole to Pole resound King Sancho lives O Bertran ô no more my Foe but Brother One act like this blots out a thousand Crimes Bertr Bad men when 't is their Interest may doe good I must confess I counsel'd Sancho's Murther And urg'd the Queen by specious Arguments But still suspecting that her Love was chang'd I spread abroad the Rumour of his Death To sound the very Soul of her Designs Th' Event you know was answering to my Fears She threw the Odium of the Fact on me And publickly avow'd her Love to you Raym. Heaven guided all to save the Innocent Bert. I plead no Merit but a bare Forgiveness Tor. Not onely that but Favour Sancho's Life Whether by Vertue or Design preserv'd Claims all within my power Queen My Prayers are heard And I have nothing farther to desire But Sancho's leave to authorize our Marriage Tor. Oh! fear not him Pity and he are one So mercifull a King did never live Loth to revenge and easie to forgive But let the bold Conspirator beware For Heaven makes Princes its peculiar Care Exeunt omnes FINIS Lately printed Lucius Iunius Brutus Father of his Country A Tragedy acted at the Duke's Theatre Written by Mr. Lee. Contemplations upon the Life of the Holy Iesus written by the Bishop of Exeter Both sold by I. Tonson EPILOGUE By a Friend of the Author 's THere 's none I 'am sure who is a Friend to Love But will our Fryar's Character approve The ablest Spark among you sometimes needs Such pious help for charitable Deeds Our Church alas as Rome objects does want These Ghostly Comforts for the falling Saint This gains them their Whore-Converts and may be One Reason of the Growth of Popery So Mahomet's Religion came in fashion By the large leave it gave to Fornication Fear not the guilt if you can pay for 't well There is no Dives in the Roman Hell Gold opens the strait gate and lets him in But want of money is a mortal sin For all besides you may discount to Heaven And drop a Bead to keep the Tallies even How are men cozen'd still with shows of good The Baud's best Mask is the grave Fryar's Hood Though Vice no more a Clergy-man displeases Than Doctors can be thought to hate Diseases 'T is by your living ill that they live well By your Debauches their fat Paunches swell 'T is a mock-war between the Priest and Devil When they think fit they can be very civil As some who did French Counsels most advance To blind the World have rail'd in Print at France Thus do the Clergy at your Vices bawl That with more ease they may engross them all By damning yours they do their own maintain A Church-man's godliness is alwaies gain Hence to their Prince they will superiour be And civil Treason grows Church-Loyalty They boast the gift of Heaven is in their power Well may they give the God they can devour Still to the sick and dead their claims they lay For 't is on Carrion that the Vermin prey Nor have they less Dominion on our Life They trot the Husband and they pace the Wife Rouze up you Cuckolds of the Northern climes And learn from Sweden to prevent such crimes Vnman the Fryar And leave the holy Drone To hum in his forsaken Hive alone He 'll work no Honey when his sting is gone Your Wives and Daughters soon will leave the Cells When they have lost the sound of Aaron's Bells FINIS