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A41818
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Gratiae theatrales, or, A choice ternary of English plays composed upon especial occasions by several ingenious persons.
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T. W., fl. 1662. Thorny-abbey.; Watson, Thomas, d. 1686.
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1662
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Wing G1580; ESTC R26436
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I a King's Son Mother An. I dare not say thou art yet heaven weâ— knowes it Wilt. Our good King 's fair soul hath confest it An. My duty on my knees I render him Beseeching you to assure his Majesty That if the holy vows of faithfull hearts Witnest by heaven may make a marriage lawfull Without this earthly ceremonious state This câ—ild is onely hiâ— legâ—t mate Edm. I can forbear no longer I believe thee Come to my soul thou best of women Within this small circumference of my armes I hold a jâ—wel That which â— prise more then my diadem Come my dear love An. Oh my dear Lord Abb. The King turn'd Friar Edm. Come I must take away your Votariâ— Abb. Your Highness may command so she be pleas'd I could my self change states to be so rais'd Edm. Dry up these tears all grief is overthrown An. Content be yours I am no more my own But Oh! my Father Edm. Has lost himself in grief but when he hears Our sacred union he 'll find new joys Come my fair Queen set forward to our Court Where we 'l espouse thee On Reverend Bishop Thy hand shall joyn us let all people sing Anne Thorny's wife unto Great Englands King Exit Ent. Old Thorny led by an Angel Th. Oh! stay thou Minister yet speak to me Why hast thou led me all this silent night 'Bout this large building as if y 'ould survey Their workmanship and statelinesse I did not for my self erect this pile I have a Pallace for my proper use Ang. From the white path of blest Eternitie I 'me sent to comfort thy mortality Persevere Thorny as thou hast begun Thou shalt be made a bright-Celestiall Sun And with a quire of Angels thou shalt sing Thy pilgrimage and toyl is almost ended And now arriv'd whither thy steps have tended Leaving the world and her abortive race And sit as King in an immaculate place Exit Thor. Into what Sphear is my transcending soul Climb'd from the earth me thinks even now I see How death comes in to part this world and me I 'le hast me to my tombe and meet thee there What ho my man wake Sirrah rise and leave My silent tomb I 'le now go sleep my self Lob. I can never rest sleeping nor waking· This 't is to serve a Master that 's troubled with Chollimolly Some talk of taking pleasure in their bed I 'm sure I take none there for I am almost asleep before I go to bed and I am call'd up before I wake And this my masters bed that he sayes shall be his grave is none of the softest and surely none of the easiest neither for if it were he would not talk so much of it He thinks says and speaks of nothing else but of that and his dying two things I can't abide to hear of If he would mention good provision as plum-PUDDING good pouder'd beef mutton or veal turkies or capons pasties or tarts there were some comfort towards the keeping up of this poor frail flesh But he 's alwayes peeping on a bare deadman's head talking of grim death of an hourglasse run out and of tapers that are burnt and such like heavy stuffe that my weak stomack can't digest Well I 'le walk easily home and see what â—oan hath provided for us for unlesse I do look after all we shall have nothing Exit Thorney awakes and enters Thus thus my joyes are quite extinguisht never To be reviv'd thus gon thus gon for ever Oh world what art thou naught but discontent A Chaos of confusion making man repent All his delight and pleasure he hath past That bringeth naught but misery at last Oh heaven how much unto thee am I bound That I an end of this my grief have found And through this pilgrimage of life at last Wiâ—h patience through it I have gone and past But oh the sad remembrance of my child Has drawn back my grief that now was quite exil'd Still gripes my heart but being now to die All dying men should end in charity I doe forgive her now doe thou so heaven And then the debt of her defame is even Enter Young Edmund Wiltshire and Woodford Young Edm Good Sir where where 's my grandfather Pray shew him me That I may ask his blessing on my knee Thorn Ha! what apparition's this I was awake even now Why doe you kneel or thus stand bare about me You doe not worship me I 'me sure I am no Idol You hear me speak I hope VVood. We think no less but that you are a man And living This Mr. Thorney is the Royal Prince Thorn Pray pardon me I doe not come at Court You see good Sir what doting age can doe It is my duty then to kneel to you VVood. Stand up good Sir alas why doe you kneel Why doe you turn aside Thorn Stand up my Daughters Son And tempt no more my resolution I 'le ne're more see thee nor thy worthy Mother Queen Though trap't with all the ornaments of state And for her memory even Thee I hate Yet though I see thee not thus on thy head I 'le backward lay my hand and bend my knee With sighs and tears to pull a blessing down Shall be more pretious then thy fathers Crown Let heaven and holy Angels ever spread Their blest beatitudes upon thy head Peace crown thy days all graces thee attend And to thy race let thy race never end Live long in virtue let thy good o'regrow thee Or die before thy bad shall overthrow thee Nay rise my Child thy face ne're more I 'le see But pray to send thee blest eternitie Commend me to thy Mother say that I Freely forgive her and to heavens doe pray To wipe her deep insculped sins away And though on earth she now is placed high Oh! let her ne're transcend Humility My starrs burn dim my times sand-glass is run Record what for a daughter I have done And to the King my Royal Son say thus That his baâ—e Father dy'd ambitious For when his fainting body thus sunk down His soul flew up to heav'n to gain a Crown Young Edm. O my Grandsire Dyes VVood. I want tears to lament his misery VVilt Where 's the Reverend man VVood. He 's dead he 's dead My good Lord of Wiltshire Before the gasp of his last breath was gon His speech being usher'd with a deep fetcht groan Through the sad confluence and mistie throng Of his distracted thoughts his feeble tongue Dropt forth these words Thus fleet thus transitory Is mans delight and all that painted glory Poor earth can give Nor wealth nor bloud nor beauty Can quit the debt that necessary duty They owe to change and time but like a flow'r They flourish now and fade within an hour Wilt. The world is like a Play his glass is run Death acts the Epilogue and thus his dayes are done The King and Queen are come to comfort him VVood. They come too late Whirlewinds of grief has overwhelm'd lifes state VVilt He is then dead Alas this suddain death Will strike the Court with grief and heaviness But hark they come Ent. King Queen and Attendants King Where 's aged Thorny Quee. Where 's my displeased Father VVoodf Here 's his Effigies drawn unto the life By the grave workman of mortality All dreading death this doth prefigurate Man's pilgrimage on earth whose steps do tend To bring his life unto his journyes end Queâ—n O me unhappie eyes rain down bring drops And with them here embalme my Father's Corps Had I but got his blessing e'â—e he died I had bin happy Young Edm. You want not that Mother For in his blessing me he did name you And sent to you a blest Beatitude Queen Heaven quit him for 't let all the Court In black lament his death And let 's in sighes chaunt forth his requiem And to express my love unto the Hearse From whence I came the Nuns I 'le freely give Five hundred pounds a year whiles that I live King And I 'le make sure thy gift And now His old lamented Corps let be convai'd Upon a Chariot lin'd and oâ—erlaid With Sables then to receive the Crown Prepar'd for Virtue and deserv'd Renown Where now we leave him to be full pâ—sâ—est Of endlesse peace and everlasting Rest. Set on to Court 'till a fit time doth call To solemnize this mournfull Funeral And while the world shall last old Thorny's name Shall live recorded in the book of Fame FINIS ⸫ 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 ⸫ Here the Candles are putting out
Therefore his anger for to qualifie Is in my judgment to him to reveal The man that made him loose your Virgins name An. O my dear Cuz it is a waigthy secret that 's inclosed Within my answer nor can it be reveald But to a bosom sworn to secrecy And yet your love should not be question'd VVood. Were all the engines of tormenting terrour Put to my flesh if I doe vow a secret None near shall force it from me An. I beleeve it Know then kind Sir the authour of this folly Sin or shame or how you please to call it Was youthfull Edmund now th'elected King VVood. Prince Edmund An. He may deny it now but here 's a witness Oh! doe but think with what unequall strength This Citadell of honour was besieg'd And you will hardly blame my yielding weakness When oportunity the bawd of time Had call'd me forth and brought me to his presence Think what amazing terrour Royalty could doe With a commanding love what sugred breath Words able to infuse an appetite In a coole votarist yet manger all My vanquishment was but conditionall You doe not hear me Cuz VVood. Yes and so you yielded on conditions An. True Sir when flattring oaths sweet vows Coind love were out of breath still I remaind A maiden votaris but then came forth this Murthering piece of grief we chang'd the Jugall words of matrimony between our Souls and the large ceremony was but Defer'd unto the King's consent which by his Brothers death is now his own VVood. But lust once sated they forget all oaths That helpt them to 't and though a Prince he 's Subject to affections I but think you Hee 'l not forget An. I cannot tell VVood. And violate his vow An. Alas I dare not claim it but how ere This token of his love I 'me sure to bear And for his sake thus have my vows decreed No man shall ever second this his deed Ent. Lobster and Ioane Lobst O Mris Mris I have run so fast and taken such Pains That my wind 's gone backward and foreward And have stirred so much that I doe Saving of your presence you may smell the rest Ioane has bin down but but I took her up again yonder comes your Father With such a company of Beagles Ioa. And such a company of whips Lobst And such a company of sumners Ioa. And such a company of knaves Lobst Slaves that look as if they had eat No meat this seven years and they Bring the ingines that must give your Shoulders the bloody lash An. Oh heavens forgive me am I the first offender Thor. Let all the Officers beset the door And look Mr Constable here 's your pray Go strike your tallent in Ent. Thorney Constable and others Thor. Here 's banquets for you I 'le make her pass Through all the puâ—gato yes of pennance You are the Phisician that let wantons blood To cure the itch of lust you may doe good but yet beyond your help There will remain an everlasting scar a spot a stain That never will be out oh look on me You that distribute justice partially Scourge your own flesh and blood when it rebells VVood. Good Sir be patient I pray depart And consider what he hath done is not in hate rashness An. Upon my knees dear Sir Thor. I will not hear thee strumpet Heaven earth and men give ear and hear my words Here take my vow his force beyond this hour We never more will meet I 'le hate the place that keeps thee And as a lasting trophie of thy guilt I will dispose my self that did beget thee Never shall razor prune thy careless looks I 'le never hence forth feed but on the ground I 'le never pare my nails but let them grow Into unseemly clawes with which I 'le dig My Monumentall bed An. Oh kill me Sir and end my miseries VVood. Good Sir calme this passion All this distemperature for a grief so slight Thor. Oh! shut me up in everlasting night Let me but see her under Justice grip't And then I 'le turn away my eyes for ever For now I go to contemplation Thy soul I pitty yet though not thy flesh That wealth should have indow'd thy nuptialls Shall build a sanctuary for holy men To make thy peace in heaven lewd world farewell I never will discover more of thee Then from the humble prospect of my grave My charge can be but small my care much less I have not left me now a child to bless Exit Lob. If every wench should be so used that had eaten white puddings We should not have so many Children left upon stalls as we have Unnaturall Father that would whip his own child for drinking a little white bastard Ye ill looking rascall Canst find in thy heart to whip a great Bellyed woman Mris now I am in a good mind Here 's good hanging me I beseech you Mris Let me be flead from the chin to the navell Rather then you shall be whipt Io. Or I beseech you let me indure the ponnance Lob. I good Mris if you will not let me be whipt In any â—ase let Ioane be whipt VVood Pray will you be gone Lob. Yes I goe but I cannot chuse but cry To think that a woman for once doing Should be undone for ever Come Ioane here 's A faire example for you let 's then to the buttery And candole for sorrow's drie you know Wee 'l weep whole paâ—l fulls and in briny teares My self and Ioane will ducke ore head and eares VVood. Mr Constable I beseech you Sir to shew to us what Favour you can you see her case therefore I pray Leave unto me your Prisoner I 'le pass my word For her apperance at her delivery Const. Sir I am but the Laws dependancy And for her Fathers sake though against his will I 'le leave her to your care and take your bayl Till course of Law shall further summon her VVood. I pray Sir depart as privatly as you can To avoyd further punishment Const. Well Sir I 'le follow your directions My charge is yours Exit VVood. There now remains onely this That I intreat you to accept my house For entertainement till you be delivered There you shall want for nothing but have Kinde respect An. Heaven make me able to requite your love VVood. Come home with me and bid all grief Adieu An. The health of my sick soul relies on you There is another home I dare not name I 'le be disgrac't ere I his worth defame Exeunt Ent. Edmund Earle of VViltshire Sibert Bishop Edm. How like a tedious day is Majesty Which gives his light unto succession The day expir'd night with his pale dark cheek Wraps up his brightness and gives day repose To give another a reflection So by death's hand my brothers dayes destroy'd My Sunshine day refulgently appeares Which how he died the heavenly eye of love Whose searching Majesty lightens all thoughts And opens all her dark obscurity Best