thereof I shoo'd be glad to be Withall my soul to serve your Majestie All my ambition is implease your Grace In your favour to have a servants place And to your Laws so like a Subject live That to your people I may pattern give King You are not only fair but humble too But such humility becomes not you It does become you better ev'ry way Sweet Madam to command then to obey Which like a Princess freer then in Spain You in our Kingdom shall command and raign But what can we unto these Grandees say For all the pains that they have took this day And to these Beauties which have left Spain sad And full of tears and sighs to make us glad But bid them welcome to our Royl Couâ—t And study how to make their time seem short G. C. FINIS UPON Hells High-Commission Court set to Judge the King Ian. 1648. JUst as I enter'd that Majestick Hall Where Gog and Mâ—gog must be Judge and all Upon the Person of a King so good His only fault was he was not understood Where to my view the first thing did present With such excess of sad astonishment Just at the upper end a scarlet Throne Dy'd with the blood of many a loyal one Oh horrid I cannot go no fâ—rther Their intent is his Majestie to mâ—rther UPON The horrid and unheard of Murther of CHARLES the First King of England Scotland France and Ireland the 30 th of Ianu. 1648. WHy how now George where is thy Muse become Or is 't thy sorrow mak'st thee thus so dumb Shall Heav'n and Earth the Death of Charles deplore And thou as unconcern'd not say no more Or is the matter of so high a strain Thou can'st not reach it with thy weaker brain Then sigh it out and with a lusty tear Threaten a Flood to this unlucky year Insatiate men insatiate did I say Blood-thirsty men I meant to take away The best of men the best of Kings e're raign'd VVho liv'd a life unspotted and unstain'd VVhose vertue was his fall for had he bin In love with any thing but like a sin He had escaped their Tyrannique Laws 'Cause he'was bad and for no other cause But he was good nay Goodness it self he was And why they murther'd him that was the cause TO CHARLES the Second King of England Scotland France and Ireland upon his thrice happy return into England after twelve years Banishment AS in a tedious Winter ev'ry Plant Seems dead and out of life and all for want Of the Suns presence so Great Charles did we Like dead men seem and all for want of thee But when the Winter 's over and the Sun Returns again to this our Horizon How ev'ry thing revives which we call Spring Ev'n such is the return of Charles our King But Heav'n is kinder to these Plants below 'Cause innocence is all that they do know Their Winter therefore is but short to ours We having had dayes unto their howers Which is no less a wonder that we live Wanting so long that influence that shoo'd give Us life and vigour lying in the Root Which was grub'd up 'cause we no more shoo'd shoot But as it happens oftentimes we see In taking up of Roots that there will be An off-set two or three left in the ground Which by some skilful honest hand if found And planted carefully from thence may spring Stock sufficient as may from Charles our King Which Heav'n we supplicate that 〈◊〉 may raign He and his Off-spring till Shilo comâ—s again UPON King CHARLES the Second His Birth-day and his happy return in May 1660. THrice happy day and happy Moneth to be Thus twice so great a friend to Monarchiâ— The very Moneth that gave Great Charles his breath Gave breath to us redeeming us from Death From Death said I from dying ev'ry day And yet to die coo'd not find out the way Grim Death compar'd to what we suffer'd then So great a kindness was Those Tyrant-men Woo'd not allow us but by little and little T' increase our pain and so consume our mettle This was th' Egyptian bondage we lay under Which made the Lord come in with such a wonder That without one drop of blood or one tear Has re-inthron'd our lawful Prince this year So great a mercy that we may deserve From Heav'n nor him in duâ—y may we swerve TO MY Lord General MONCK Upon his opportune coming into England THou great Restorer of our antient Laws To whom we cannot give too great applause Ride on victorious in thy great design Gods real foes and ours to undermine Where had we been by this time hadst not thou Just in the nick of time come in I vow We had been lost and utterly undone And which is worse Religion had been gone But Heav'n be praised for this happy change Though to fanatique men it seemeth strange Well do the rest that we expect from thee And second of this Kingdom thou shalt be Which will more honour be unto thy name So for to live then die with dirty fame UPON The Death of the most Illustrious and unparallel'd Prince HENRY Duke of Glocester THou that hast been my Companion all my life Leave me not now I prethee in my grief Leave me not now in this great time of need To help t' express the Cause that makes us bleed No wonder that the Court is now so sad And that the Country everywhere is clad With Sighs and Tears the cause thereof being known Is able to dissolve the hardest stone Hard Fate you might have well forborn this spight And not have rob'd us of so great a Light A lesser might as well have serv'd your turn But that you had a mind to make us mourn But that you had a mind to make us grieve And all our expectations to deceive For one so young so wise was never known So grave in carriage sure but he alone So sound in judgement and so great a reach In State-affairs the wisest he might teach So humble too withall so well did plaâ—e What e're he said and spake with such a grace He took his Hearers with a double band Of Love and Reason and so amaz'd woo'd stand This is our grief our sorrow and sad loss Pray Heaven his Death prove not to us a cross Upon the just Judgement of His Majesties unjust JUDGES BUT now they 're come to Judgement Heav'n is just And tho 't be long before he questions Dust They shall not go unpunish't for that thing That horrid thing of murthering their King ' Twâ—s bad enougâ— against theâ—r King to rise But ten times worse their King to sacrifise But worst of all under a shew of Zeal To rob the Church and spoyl the Common-weal And so make God the Author of their ill Pretending 't was his pleasure and his will Thus how from sin to sin the Devil draws Ambitious spirits to infringe Gods Laws Still prompting them from what is bad to worse Until they 're fitted for his heavy Curse Mercy is an Attribute it is true VVhich properly to Heav'n belongs unto And he that shews it shews himself like God Yet God is said to have an Iron Rod. VVhen he vouchsafes to pardon 't is to those Will never more offend him which he knows And yet some sins he will not pardon neither That 'gainst the Holy-Ghost and Abels brother Nor those that shall so eas'ly pardon those That still continue his obdurate foes Blood requires blood but oh holy murther Is that which Heav'n it self will never smurther Nor can we hope a blessing fâ—om above So long as one alive among us move UPON Her Majesties the Queen MOTHER Return into England in October 1660. GReat Queen of vertue and of all that 's good VVho never yet was rightly understood Can you the wrongs you have receiv'd forget You must be more then woman to do it Nay if such sins by you can be fo giv'n 'T is more Great soul then we can hope from Heav'n And yet we 've moâ—e then hopes you can and will Or else in France you woo'd have stayed still And not have ventur'd o're this Ocean more But that you had a mind to clear our score And wipe away all sorrow from our eyes As fogs do vanish when the Sun does rise Great Star which from th' East and by South dost come How much are we engaged to thy womb Thy fruitful womb that with no little pain Hast stockt our Iland with no little gain Three Princes which the world so much admire And we at last with Reason do desire Two Beauties too they must not be forgot VVhom Christendom admires the like has not Welcome Great Queen welcome to our shore I fear to make amends we shall adore Your sacred Presence since that ever since We have been curst that you were forced hence FINIS
Majestie King Then you our Lord Ambassador we chuse Commanding you your power for to use In our behalf to compass this affair And for that journey quickly to prepare As for your full instructions they are these How that his Highness woo'd vouchsafe and please To honour us to match into our Race That we may be ally'd unto his Grace And thereupon give him to understand That we the Princess Flora do demand In marriage with the Prince our eldest son Who will be King when we are dead and gon Thereto be careful likewise for to add That with his Highness we shoo'd be most glad To make 'gainst all if he 'le so please to do A league offensive and defensive too As for the marriage summ you shoo'd demand We think it better to his pleasure stand He like himself if he inclines to hear Without all doubt will honourably appear Yet if in case you shoo'd be urg'd the summ Five hundred thousand pounds woo'd us become Our Admiral will order take you shall For one of our best Ships not stay at all Controul Since me your Majesty has chosen out Of all the most unworthy without doubt To serve your Highness in this great affair I will with diligence my self prepare And do what in me lyes for to discharge The trust your Grace does put in me so large Within this two dayes I will put to Sea If that the wind shall favourable be The fourth Scene Enter Symphrona and Francina Sym. NO news dear Madam of my Lords return But half so much as I did he but burn No doubt but quickly he woo'd come away And make more hast loves tribute for to pay Out of his memory am I then cast 'Cause in my bosom him I 've kept so chast Must I rewarded be with such neglect Because I 've had for him so much respect 'T is more then cruel if it must be so But â—'le not him condemn until I know Fran. I wonder at his stay and 't is most strange But I am sure his love will never change You are sweet Madam plac't too near his heart With his consent from thence to e're depart Some chance or other may be in the way As often haps to cause him to delay Which troubles him no doubt as much as you To which he fears to make you privy too Sym. What chance can there be I 'de not sooner hear Then so at all to hear not from my Dear I may imagine that which is not true In such a case as often Lovers do A thousand things present to our belief Which entertain'd abuse and mock our grief Were it not better to hear the truth at large Then with so many doubts our minds to charge Fran. It is not by your favour alwayes meet To hear the truth of what we may regreet Especially for us who by our sex Are weak and apt at little things to vex Sym. Term you that little which I term my all You will not do so when in love you fall Exeunt The second ACT the first Scene Enter King Prince Zorates and Selucious with a Petition and divers others Zorates WE come implease you Sir for to present As from your loving Subjects being sent This humble Bill and to intreat withall You woo'd be pleas'd to quit the Cardinal And leave him to the mercy of the Law Which he contemns and will not stand in awe These twenty years your people have endur'd Without all hopes to have their ease procur'd With mighty patience all things at his hands Which he still exercis'd as your commands Now what with taxes they are grown so poor They are not able for to give you more Except you 'd have their wives and children die For want of bread to pay your Majestie Which they believe you woo'd be loth to do Which makes them to your Highness now to sue King D' you know my masters what you do demand The Cardinal requesting at our hand Sure if you did you woo'd not be so bold To ask the man which does our Scepter hold Which does from falling off preserve our Crown And all mens lives that are in this same Town Who like a faithful Shepherd watches so Both night and day to keep us from our foe Where had we been long since had not his care Preserved us from falling in the snare The Turk for want of faith for us prepar'd The good whereof you equally have shar'd And woo'd you we shoo'd be so void of sense Him so unlike a King to recompence No no we won't nor can we yet forget All his past cares although that you can it And more then that we make it to be death For any so to us to ' ope his breath As for your taxes we will order take That more they shall not make your heads to ake Prince What monstrous men implease your Grace are these Whom nothing but a Cardinal will please King Retire and leave the Prince and us alone Exeunt We sent for you to make our pleasure known We are you see already old and gray And shortly must our debt to nature pay Before we die we shoo'd be glad to see You well bestow'd to have posterity We with our Counsel have debated which May be the most convenient match and rich At last we have concluded that with Spain You marry must if they 'le it entertain Besides the private interest of State Which shoo'd perswade you to imbrace it strait She is extreamly fair and vertuous too A fitting Princess ev'ry way for you Witness this Picture if we say not true Shews picture Which as Don Stato sayes to life he drew We out of hand have ordered for to go Our Lord Ambassador their minds to know Who tells us that to morrow without fail If that the wind holds good he 'le set up sail SIR Prince As you are King and I your son and heir I shoo'd be sorry wilful to appear I am your Subject therefore ought to shew By my example others what to do Yet Sir I cannot chuse but blame my Fate To tye my love to any act of State In this although a Prince I see I have Not freedom like a Subject or a slave Command or order any man woo'd you To marry one he had no mind unto I do believe your Highness is too just To will in such a case that any must For Heaven sake I intreat you not to be To any less severe then unto me I am your son bone of your very bone And can you be so cruel to your own You cannot sure nor will 't I hope you move To tell you that this face I cannot love There 's something in her nose and in her eyes Views 〈◊〉 picture Which with my fancy does not sympathize The colour of her hair is too too brown And by her looks she seems on me to frown As if that nature did prognosticate That there woo'd be 'twixt us less love then hate King We use to say
you thought it meet Then shoo'd I happy be and be at rest Enjoying that which cannot be exprest Fran. It cannot be exprest 't is true indeed The subject which does make my heart to bleed Prince You do not or you will not me conceive So loth you are the truth for to believe Fran. Implease you Sir I neere was backward yet To credit that which might not be unfit Prince Ah Heav'ns but you want faith to credit me Or if you don 't you kill me willingly Fran. How kill the Prince here take the Traitress life Prince I ask no more then you to be my wife Fran. Your wife implease you Sir and woo'd you be Unto your self so much your enemy As take a creature to your Princely bed So little worth so poorly born and bred No no it cannot be I know you jest Prince By all the Gods I do not I protest Fran. Swear what you please my duty will not let My faith be tempted for to credit it I know too well my merit and your own It to admit into my thoughts alone Prince Trust me I burn but with so chaste a flame That Virgins without sin may have the same Fran. A Princess woo'd implease your Highness be A fitter object for your amity Prince What 's fit for me good Madam do not so Better then I my self pretend to know That 's not the business we have now in hand Nor did e're Love upon such terms yet stand Fran. Although you are a Prince you are less free Then one of us which are of low degree You cannot of your self your self dispose And not the hearts of all your subjects lose If love be blind and shoots without respect The King is not nor will he you neglect To let you marry where your fancy takes Except he sees it for the Kingdom makes So are you subject to the Rules of State And ought in reason his consent to waite Prince Madam as I 'me a Prince so will I be As well as others in affection free I value not the love and will of those Who for so small a thing will be my foes Do you but give consent and I 'le not waite Nor yet subscribe to any Rules of State Fran. Woo'd you that I to please you shoo'd consenâ— And King and all your Subjects discontent D' you make so little reck'ning of me Sir As your content before my good prefer In this appears you do not truly love For if you did you woo'd more kinder prove Prince Is it to hate you Madam and contemâ— To set upon your head a Diadem No no in it appears I honour you And that my passion is both just and true Wherefore fair soul do not so cruel prove As call that disrespect which men call love Fran. What glory is 't upon my head to place A Crown of gold and lose it â—ith disgrace A Country Clown I swear I 'de rather wed Then with such fears approach a Princes bed Prince These are fantastique fears which do pâ—oceed From want of Love which make ill humours breed Did but his flames once warm and heat your brest You of such doubts woo'd soon be dispossest Dear Madam make your Prince no longer sue For that which is by love and duty due Fran. I know my duty bids me to obey But but my love implease you Sir says nay I cannot give my heart to more then one Which having done is now no more my own Prince What have I a Rival then good now tell Me Madam where that sawcy man does dwell That I may make his passion for to know That to his Prince he more respect does owe Then to presume to court where I do love Although the object may him justly move Yet I was told that no man coo'd perswade You for to break the vow that you had made Of living chast and single all your life And to no earthly creature to be wife Fran. You hearing that why does your Highness seek The oath which I have took to make me break It is no small offence to Heav'n above You know so perjur'd and forsworn to prove Prince Were you forsworn in pitty of my heat Heav'n woo'd forgive you sure it is so great Fran. 'T is true I said so but it was to try And exercise his love and constancy Prince And who is it sweet Madam be not coy To name the man that must those joyes enjoy Fran. A friend of yours and one that did so plead Your cause that he has made my soul to bleed Prince A friend of mine if ever he was so He must henceforward be my mortal foe Fran. How his mortal foe Sir you cannot sure Be so ingrate to him which sought to cure Your love-sick soul with so much care and pains As if that he thereof shoo'd reap the gains Ah Heav'ns is 't possible that one shoo'd love And yet with zeal so for another move What said he not or what did he omit Which might be able my consent to get Prince He is a Traytor Madam and I must Both to my passion and his sin be just Fran. He is no Traytour Sir his honest soul Woo'd rather die then do a thing so foul Prince Instead of aid and giving me relief He has usurp't my place and mockt my grief Fran. He has not it usurp't it is his due And fitter too for him then 't is for you Exeunt The fourth ACT the first Scene Enter King and Cardinal King WE 're glad my Lord our business takes so well With Spain in case our people shoo'd rebell For they will be to us a prop and stay And on occasion help us ev'ry way Card. So that they may the better do I heare For certain there 's a peace concluding there Which for your Majesty will greatly make By reason of this match if it does take King We must my Lord a Navy out of hand Make fit to fetch that Princess to our Land Who shortly as our Letters say will be Prepar'd and ready for to put to Sea This matter does our Admiral require Of whom to hear no news we much admire Card. Perhaps he finds resistance in the way And that by fair means they will not obey King If that by fair means they will not consent We will make them by foul it to repent Enter Marshal How now Marshal what have you done the feat What moves you thus and makes you have this heat Where 's our Admiral Marsh Implease you Sir There 's in the City such a coyle and stir Upon the knowledge of your Highness will That ev'ry one betakes him to his Bill And such like weapons as he can procure To save the one and keep the other sure For to be short they say they 'le sooner die Then give up either to your Majestie As for your Admiral they are agree'd By law against him quickly to proceed And if they find him worthy not of Death They will by no means take away his breath King
I cannot hate aside Bell. Good Gods was ever Lover like to me Compar'd with this sweet is Captivity Sweet is the usage of a Turk I swear For half so cruel they did nee're appear Fran. You are Symphrona too too constant now Sym. Woo'd you with Heav'n that I shoo'd break my vow Bell. She 's rather too inconstant you may say Sym. Rather but careful Heav'n for to obey Bell. Heav'n is too just to bid you do a thing Which to another will such damage bring And to your self if you remember how When I departed you did constant vow Sym. Am I inconstant 'cause I heard you were Took by the Turks to be in bondage there Who then believing you woo'd nee're escape Made me transform my self into this shape And too likewise with none but Heav'n to wed So loathsom to me was anothers bed Which vow now I have made I mean to keep Did I not know the profit I shall reap Bell. You were too hasty Madam for to make A vow which you did mean such root shoo'd take As nought but Death shoo'd cansel and make void Then there 's no hopes by you to be enjoy'd Sym. No none at all the most that I can do Is to go home my Lord and pray for you Exit Bell. Ah Sister how is it likely I shoo'd live When she that giveth life denyes to give Fran. 'T is very strange that one that did so love Shoo'd to so rash a vow so constant prove I cannot chuse but blame in this your chance This had not been had you not gone to France Bell. But did she love me sister are you sure Did she for me ought trouble e're endure Fran. She did upon my word so much that I Nee're thought shee 'd stand to this so constantly Bell. The greater's my misfortune if she did Wherefore to grieve I must not be forbid Exeunt The third Scene Enter Zorates and Selucious Zor THE City their affection to us shew If that the Countrey will but do so too We shall be able to reform the King And in this Kingdom ev'ry living thing We out of hand the Admiral must try All sorts of people for to satisfie Whom if we find by Law to merit Death We must not spare to take away his breath 'T is better one shoo'd perish then that all Shoo'd run the hazard utterly to fall Selu The King this morning very early went Into the City with a full intent For to lay hold on us and set him free Shewing unto them his authority Who as I hear what words so e're he us'd Both he and we unto him were refus'd What he will do it does not yet appear But if the City stand's we need not fear Zor My life for yours they will be to us true And do likewise what in them lies to do They have already of their own accord In our defence pluckt out and drawn their sword What will they do then for the common cause For their Religion Liberty and Laws That which I fear and which does give me pain Is this same match concluded now with Spain Selu If that be all it needs not trouble you Since they have work enough at home to do That marriage for the present cannot be Much advantagious to his Majestie By reason that they are so poor become They cannot give a considerable summ So much the war betwixt the French and them Has ruined that glorious Diadem Zor To try them farther we must to them make A proposition the Cardinal to take Shewing unto them how we cannot be So long as he does live in surety Which if with zeal we find them to embrace We need not fear to disoblige his Grace For all unto our wishes woo'd succeed Were we but of that Animal once rid Exeunt The fourth Scene Enter Prince alone Prince HOw Nature was deceiv'd when she made me No doubt but her intent was I shoo'd be Free from all manner of contempt and scorn When she design'd a Prince I shoo'd be born Unhappy Planet under whom this earth Received first its form and then its birth Why did'st thou destine me unto a Crown Yet make me more unhappy then a Clown For which of all my Subjects I woo'd know Does more then I unto thy malice owe Or rather why did Love make me presume To chuse a lodging wâ—ere there was no room To strike so deep into my brest a Dart For one that is not Mistress of her heart Ah Heav'ns have I not reason to complain To be a Prince and yet to sue in vain To court my Subject and to be refus'd And by him who I trusted thus abus'd Good Gods whom with our secrets shall we trust If that our bosom friends prove so unjust To whom shall we our thoughts communicate If those whom we oblige prove so ingrate Had he dealt freely with me and made known His passion to me but by sign alone I shoo'd have had compassion on his flame 'T is ten to one and nee're have mov'd the same Or had I once believ'd or else but known That Love had but possest her thoughts alone By all that 's just I do protest and vow I had contemn'd and scorn'd her long e're now I shoo'd have unto Reason then obey'd And by my passion been not so o'resway'd As so against my honour to commit An action of a Prince so much unfit As love a creature which can find her heart To any the least favour to impart Non. Sir 't is my fortune still to b'in the way Nonaâ—tioâ—s enters When that the King has ought to you to say His pleasure is you shoo'd attend him straite Implease you at the privy Garden Gate Prince It is thy fortune rather thou mayst boast To be a Traytor what face so e're thou shewst Non. A Traytor Sir It is so rude a sound The name without the guilt my soul does wound I hope you think not so what e're you say Or if you do here take away my Day Let him not live a minuit longer Sir That does your life not 'fore his own prefer But let the Traytor an example be By your quick vengeance to posterity Prince No no my friend 't is fit thou shoo'dst have time For to repent and likewise know thy crime I woo'd not do thy soul such wrong I swear As send it unto Hell for any Fair. Non. For any Fair good Heav'n who is 't I 'de know Can be so fair to make me thither go Where dwells the creature that I so shoo'd love As for her sake a Traytor I woo'd prove Prince Thou know'st her lodging better then I do VVhat ignorance soever thou may'st shew Yes yes thou do'st false-hearted as thou art In whom no vertue ever yet had part Thou know'st Francina do'st not very well 'T is there 't is there thy sawcy love does dwell 'T is there 't is there thy passion does pretend Offending so at once thy Prince and friend Good Heav'ns who woo'd have