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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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and are dissolv'd in dust Come welcome him into the world and see If e're you knew a finer Child than he Presenteth her Basket Rom. It is a pretty Child take him away Midw There never was a finer made of clay Canc. It is a Girl I vow pray Midwife look Midw I from the number have the wrong Child took But will bring in another Rom. Pray thee do Midw I can another and another too Exit Midwife Cal. These foolish women are for nothing fit They will betray the projects of our wit Pet. I 'd rather give ten thousand pound in Gold Than it were known the Child were bought and sold Alb. Your words are dark I know not what you mean Be bought and sold and children of the Queen Canc. He only talks of things he knows not what Of Monks and Friars and Nuns and this and that Rom. Alberlo prithee for an hour be gone We have a private project to be done Alb. How e're so private you may tell it me But scorn that I a burden now should be Exit Alber. Enter Midwife bearing two Baskets Midw Here are two Children take your choice and see Which Child is fit a royal Prince to be They take the two Children out of the Basket and hand them from one to another Canc. This is the fattest Rom. And the fairest too Pet. We 'll seek no other for the same will do Exit Midwife Let every Roman Catholick now sing In Expectation of a Popish King Who will the Church of Rome again renew And all the stiff-neck'd Hereticks subdue Rom. Call in the Bishops now that they may see My Lawful Heir and Royal Progeny Exit Calam. Pet. Great Sir Will you admit them to behold Young Innocent and dare they be so bold With eyes and breath Heretick to prophane The Prince that will restore our Church again We of their company stand not in need Much less to see or touch the Royal Seed Rom. Impostor should I counsell'd be by you aside I should my self and all that 's mine undo I might look great a while but must confess I quickly should be Crown and Kingdomless You hatch'd the Prince within your fiery Brain And I 'm afraid the plot will prove in vain Canc. There is no danger and you need not fear If you 'll conceal all from the Subjects ear Pet. The Child is yours tho Protestants should prate From Clown to Prince he 's Transubstantiate Rom. I wish it prove so and that no man may My Hocus Tricks and juggling Acts betray Enter two Bishops Manlius and Oxonius with Calamus Tremeb Manl. May 't please your Majesty I hear the Queen Hath these two Weeks in cruel Labour been And now brought forth a Son as we did pray When we at Christmas last kept Holy day Rom. I have a Son that is both plump and fair And hope will prove Great Albion's Lawful Heir Enter Papissa Povioena and the Midwife bearing the young Prince Rom. My wife you 're welcome to the world again You have not spent your Labour now in vain Pap. I was so deadly sick I tell no story That I was near the Gates of Purgatory The King saluteth his Queen Papissa and every one kisseth her Hand round Here is your Royal Heir which I did bring Taketh the Child from the Midwife and giveth it to the King From Death's dark door to be Great Albion's King Come hug and hand him all from one another I shall not run the hazard of another Man This Birth strikes Rebels blind turns to despair Manlius taketh him in his Arms. Their hopes of Contest for a Royal Heir Sedition sinks down dead and every Traytor Metamorphos'd is to another creature Rebellion puts on black and sadly crys And Turn-coat Treason desperately dies Oxon. Then may he live and wear his Father's Crown Oxonius taketh the Prince in his Arms. And gain his Kingdom 's Honour and Renown Like Solomon for wisdom let him be And good Josiah for true piety Not furious fierce but merciful and kind Like Jonathan in constancy of mind Like Moses meek Majestick in his word To sway the Scepter and unsheath the Sword To cherish Subjects and promote the good To cut off Rebels and cast down the proud That all his Subjects may like Flowers in May With peace and plenty flourish in his day Pap. These are two honest Hereticks and I Will still be mindful of their Loyalty Enter Messenger in haste Mess Great Sir I 'm come in haste to let you know Of a more fierce and powerful Western Foe The Golden Prince from Belgium is come o're With fifty Sail of Ships and on our shore Hath landed Twenty thousand men in Arms Which do surprize us with their fresh alarms Your Peers and Subjects joyn with him apace And every opposition gives him place He doth affirm and solemnly declare The Royal Prince to be no Lawful Heir But a dark Pillow-Prince hatch'd in the night By Popish pranks to cheat him of his right The groaning Nation and the Subjects crys The Widows Tears and Orphans weeping eyes Your banish'd Subjects Liberties and Laws And his own right make up a Lawful Cause Of bloody War Therefore he vows to fight Against your Popish Crew for his own right Your Souldiers Subjects Peers and all accost His coming in and joyn unto his Host Which call themselves the Safe-guard of the Nation And to confirm all here 's his Declaration He giveth Romanus a paper which he looketh a little on Rom. I will make haste to muster all my Host I 'll fight in person e're my Crown be lost Go Messenger in haste and view the Force Of all the Prince's Army Foot and Horse And when you have done so return to me And for your pains you shall rewarded be Exit Mess This is the Fruit of your confounded pranks Speaketh to Q. Pap. For which I owe the old Impostor thanks And must confess not without provocation That now the Prince invaded hath the Nation Cal. I oft times told thee what would be the end Of all the projects which thou didst intend And hadst thou taken but advice of me Thou of this Scene of Sorrow hadst been free Which now is like to work thy fatal fall And in a moment to undo us all Canc. Promotion is the Curse of men and I Am so astonish'd that I fear to dye Pet. I 'm so cast down and terrify'd in mind That I 'm affraid a Remedy to find Pap. Shall I who have in so great splender been Preferr'd to be Great Albion's Royal Queen Be forc'd to live in shame and great disdain And steer my course to Italy again I can but wring my hands and stamp and stare And half distracted tear my curled hair Rom. And why so much affraid I question not To serve him as I did the R I 'll go with speed an army to provide Which will all quarrels with the Sword decide Calam. I will in spite of every former Crime Turn to a State
Privy Council shall be one Rog. I 'll prove a Loyal Subject till I dye I 'll fight with Courage for your Majesty Infort A country Clown if Knighted may advance As far in Battle as the King of France Take here this Hat and Coat laid o're with Gold And prove a warlike Champion brisk and bold That I may be convinced that there can Be Courage in a Clown and country-man As for your Friend if he will draw but nigh With equal Honour I 'll him dignify Rich. I 'll be no Knight I 'll rather Chimneys sweep If I work hard at night I 'll soundly sleep I 'll rather be contented in my mind Than be a Knight and go beyond my Kind For Knights without a competent Estate Must learn to beg and curse their rigid Fate Infort Base Slave dost thou my Favours thus deny And all my Royal proffers vilify But that thou art so much a Fop and Clown This Sword of Honour should dispatch thee soon No prudent Prince can think in any case To gain a Rebel by an Act of Grace Hence then Impostor from my presence fly Less than the shadow of Nonentity Exit Richardus Ferdin Great Sir your Army waiteth till you come I hear the Trumpets sound and beat of Drum Trumpet soundeth and Drums beat without Infort We 'll march with all our Military Force We 'll muster every man both Foot and Horse Exeunt The SCENE Alba Aula Regalis King Romanus 's Palace Enter King Romanus with his Privy Counsellours Alberlo Cancellarius Petrus Manlius Calamus Roman You are my Privy Counsellors and I Am your bright Sun of Sovereign Majesty You are Great Britain's Wise and Watch-men now And under me the Kingdom 's safeguard too Now I intend if I possess my Crown To pull all Protestants in Albion down Then give me Counsel that is grave and wise To proseucte so brave an enterprize Petr. Command all English Hereticks to turn And such as will not I will cause to burn We cannot think their ruin to prevent Who never eat God in the Sacrament Calam. Hold base Impostor thou dost boldly lye No man can make a Blessed Deity For God's but One from all Eternity Pet. How Q W dost thou think that a Crime I have made Twenty thousand in my time And as some Creatures their own Brood do eat I have devour'd them up like other meat Calam. Blasphemous wretch depriv'd of all that 's good That dost pretend to eat such Flesh and Blood Confounder of the Kingdom and that 's worse Of Christendom the blemish stain and curse Perswade not thus thy Prince to any thing That will him quickly to subjection bring No King nor Court e're peaceable will be That is frequented by such Ghosts as thee Rom. Did we come here to hector scold or dance Or speak of things of greater importance Be silent then and be contented so Or else I 'll make you both to prison go But Calame give Councel if you can Since you are known to be a Subtile man Calam. If you would have the Church of Albion fall Grant Liberty of Conscience to all Then when Lord Bishop Jack and others fight The Pope of Rome comes in to plead his Right And then the weakest side will out of doubt Joyn with the party that can bear it out Thus all your Clergy-men like Fox and Geese Will rather driven be than lose their Fleece Pet. The Church of Albion is but near a Kin To Mother Church which they call Man of Sin Therefore it will be found an easy thing The Daughter with the Mother yet to bring In favour that the Romish Clergy may Stop from the World all means to read and pray Canc. You are mistaken Sir there are great odds 'Twixt Englands Church and Popish Wooden-Gods As in those Controversies which we know You are run down and daily find it so Cal. You speak it all for Priests can swear and vow And Hector out how much they 'll act and do But if they will accomplish their desire It must not be by Learning but by Fire Pet. You 're but the Spawn of Papists and the Brood Of Jesuits that now would suck your Blood They sent you out at first to make a Rent In Albion without Word or Sacrament Thus your Religion is a Popish Lye Grown up and swaddled in State-policy Hood-wink'd a Pilgrim of Apostacy Cal. Thou wicked Monster of the Man of Sin Compar'st with me that 's Lucify'd within Religion must to Loyalty submit And Conscience give preheminence to Wit I would discover else thy Popish Mass And then make bare the Romish Nakedness Enter Messenger in haste Mess Frighted with warlike noise and beat of Drum I from the West of Albion am come To tell your Majesty an horrid plot Deep dangerous and super-treason hot Which Duke Infortunatus in a Cell In shady Groves and Dungeons dark as Hell Hath long contriv'd and 's likely to undo The Roman Interest and your Greatness too He 's come from Belgium landed on our shore With all the Grandeur that he had before The Forces were but few which he did bring Now he 's grown Great and is proclaimed King He values not your Guards he says a pin Whilst Volunteers in Companies come in Rom. And are you sure he 's landed on our Shore Mess I saw himself ane heard his Cannons roar The Drums did beat the Trumpets made a sound As if they would the Universe confound He in a printed paper doth declare Altho' a Bastard that he 's Albion's Heir And speaketh more disgracefully of you Concerning Subdus and Fraternus too Rom. I kick'd the Bastard once quite out of doors Made him as low as other Sons of VVhores Now he 's return'd to pull his Unkle down To wrestle with me once more for the Crown I value not the Venom of his Gall But hope in time to make the Traitour fall Alb. How can he term himself the lawful Heir Of Albion whilst his Father did declare Before his Death that he had never been Wedded to any but his present Queen Alb. Great Sir then grant me Liberty to go T' oppose his Force and prove his mortal Foe Rom. When Albion once before was in distress Your Father did restore its Happiness Now I 'll intrust his Son to save that Crown From him who strives t' Eclipse and pull it down Take all my Foot-guard-Forces great and small Along with you and be their General Confine the swelling multitude till I In Horse and Foot afford you more supply I 'll send you Gallus Thorpius and Stirk And these three Champions will do the work VVith them I 'll send ten thousand Men in arms To fright the Rebels with their fresh Alarms Alber. Great Sir I 'll prove Magnanimous and true And Loyal as my Father was to you If kill'd I 'll bid your Majesty adieu Exit Alberlo Enter Papissa in Passion Pap. Infortunatus now return'd again I take both Name and Person in disdain Shall he a