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A10495
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The rebellion a tragedy: as it was acted nine dayes together, and divers times since with good applause, by his Majesties Company of Revells. Written by Thomas Rawlins.
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Rawlins, Thomas, 1620?-1670.
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part if here be any My life has injur'd let your charity Forgive declining Machvile I am sorry Ant. His penitence workes strongly on my temper Of disguise see falling Count Antonio forgives thee Mach. Antonio O my shame Can you whom I have injur'd most pardon my guilt Give me thy hand yet nearer this imbrace Betray 's thee to thy death ha ha ha Stabs him So weepes the Aegyptian monster when it kills Wash't in a floud of teares could'st ever thinke Machviles repentance could come from his heart No downe Colossus Author of my sin And beare the burthen mingled with thine owne Enter the King Aur. Evad. old Tay. To finish thy damnation King Accursed villaine thou hast murther'd him That holds not one small drop of loyall blood But what is worth thy life Evad. O my brother Gio. Give him some ayre the wound cannot be mortall Au. Alas he faints O my Antonio Curst Machvile may thy soule Ant. Peace peace Aurelia be more mercifull Men are apt to censure and will condemne Thy passion call it madnesse and say thou Wantst Religion nay weepe not sweet For every one must dye it was thy love For to deceive the Law and give me life But death you see has reacht me O I dye Blood must have blood so speakes the Law of Heaven I slew the Governour for which rash deed Heaven fate and man thus make Antonio bleed Dyes Mach. Sleepe sleepe great heart thy vertue made me ill Authors of vice 't is fit the vitious kill But yet forgive me Oh my great heart Dissolves like snow and lessons to a Rhume Cold as the envious blasts of Notherne wind World how I lov'd thee 't were a sin to boast Farewell I now must leave thee my life Growes empty with my veines I cannot stand my breath Is as my strength weake and both seaz'd by death Farewell ambition catching at a Crowne Death tript me up and head-long threw me downe Dyes King So falls an exhalation from the sky And 's never mist because unnaturall A birth begotten by incorporate ill Whose usher to the gazing World is wonder Enter Petruchio Alas good man thou' rt come unto a sight Will try thy temper whether joy or griefe Shall Conquer most within thee joy lyes here Scater'd in many heapes these when they liv'd Threatned to teare this balsome from our brow And rob our Majesty of this Elyxar points to his Crowne I' st not my right was not I heire to Spaine Pet. You are our Prince and may you live Long to injoy your right King But now looke here 't is plaine griefe has a hand Harder than joy it presseth out such teares Nay rise Pet. I doe beseech your Grace not to thinke me Contriver of Antonio's scape from death 'T was my disloyall daughters breach of duty King That 's long since pardon'd Pet. You 're still mercifull King Antonio was thy sonne I sent for thee For to confirme it but he is dead Be mercyfull and doe not curse the hand That gave it him though it deserve it Au. O my griefes are you not strong enough To breake my heart pray tell me tell me true Can it be thought a sin or is it so By my owne hand to ease my breast of woe King Alas poore Lady rise thy Father 's here Pet. Looke up Aurelia ha why doe you kneele Gio. For a blessing Pet. Why she is not Aurelia doe not mocke me King But he is Sebastiano and your sonne Late by our hand made happy by injoying The faire Evadne dead Antonio's sister For whose sake he became a Tayler And so long liv'd in that meane disguise Pet. My joy had bin too great if he had liv'd The thrifty heaven's mingle our sweets with gall Least being glutted with excesse of good We should forget the giver Rise Sebastiano With thy happy choise mayst thou live crown'd With the injoyment of those benifits My prayers shall beg for rise Aurelio And in some place blest with religious prayers Spend thy left Remnant Au. You advise well indeed it was a fault To breake the bonds of duty and of law But love O Love thou whose all conquering power Builds Castles on the hearts of easie maides And makes 'em strong unto attempt those dangers That but rehearst before wo'd fright their soules Into a Jelly Brother I must leave you And Father when I send to you a note that shall Desire a yearely stipend to that holy place My tyred feet has found to rest them in Pray confirme it And now great King Aurelia begs of you To grace Antonio in the mournefull March Unto his grave which be where you thinke fit We need not be inter'd both in one Vault King Blest Virgin thy desires I will performe Au. Then I leave you my prayers shall still attend you As I hope yours shall accompany me Father your blessing and ere long expect To heare where I am entertain'd a Nunne Brother and Sister to you both adue Antonio dead Aurelia marries new Exit Pet. Farewell girle when I remember thee The Beades I drop shall be my teares Enter Vermine in a Cloake for the Prologue King She 's to all virgins a true mirror They that wo'd behold true love reflect on her There 't is ingross'd 3 Tay. Great King our Grace Old Tay. The King is sad you must not act 3 Tay. How not act Shall not Vermine act Old Tay. Yes you shall act but not now The King is indispos'd 3 Tay. Well then some other time I Virmine The King will act before the King Old Very good pray make your Exit 3 Tay. I le muster up all the Taylers in the The King and Gio. whisper Towne and so tickle their sides Old Nay thou' rt a right Virmine goe be not Troublesome Exit Virmine Gio. Upon my truth and loyalty great King What they did was but fain'd meerely words Without a heart 't was by Antonio's Counsell King Thou art all truth rise The Colonells kneele Omnes Long live King Philip in the calme of peace To exercise his Regall Clemency King Take up Antonio's body and let the rest Finde Christian buriall mercy befits a King Come trusty Tayler And to all Countries let swift Fame report King Philip made a Taylers house his Court Old Your grace much honours me King We can't enough pay thy alone deserts Kings may be poore when Subjects are like thee So fruitfull in all loyall vertuous deeds March with the Body we 'le performe all Rights Of sable Ceremony that done We 'le to our Court since all our owne is won Exeunt FINIS