put to death Loren. Your Highness hath as little cause to trust The dangerous mighty Duke of Saxony You know you sought to banish him the Land And as for Cullen was not he the first That sent for Richard into Germany Alphon. What 's thy opinion of the other four Alphon. That Bohemie neither cares for one nor other But hopes this deadly strife between you twain Will cast th' Imperial Crown upon his head For Trier and Brandenberg I think of them As simple men that wish the common good And as for Mentz I need not censure him Richard hath chain'd him in a golden bond And sav'd his life from ignominious death Alphon. Let it suffice Lorenzo that I know When Churfurst Mentz was taken Prisoner By young victorious Otho Duke of Brunschweige That Richard Earl of Cornwall did disburse The ransome of a King a million To save his life and rid him out of bands That sum of gold did fill the Brunschweige bags But since my self have rain'd a golden shower Of bright Hungarian Ducates and Crusadoes Into the private Coffers of the Bishop The English Angels took their wings and fled My crosses bless his Coffers and plead for me His Voice is mine bought with ten tun of Gold And at the meeting of the seven Electors His Princely double-dealing holiness Will spoyl the English Emperour of hope But I refer these matter to the sequel Proceed Lorenzo forward to the next Loren. I 'm glad your grace hath dealt so cunningly With that victorious fickle minded Prelate for in election his voice is first but to the next 4. 'T is more safety for a Prince to be feared than loved Alphon. Love is an humour pleaseth him that loves Let me be hated so I please my self Love is an humour mild and changeable But fear er graves a reverence in the heart Loren. 5. To keep an usurped Crown a Prince must swear forswear poyson murder and commit all kind of villanies provided it be cunningly kept from the eye of the world Alphon. But my Lorenzo that 's the hardest point It is not for a Prince to execute Physicians and Apothecaries must know And service fear or Counsel-breaking bribes Will from a Peasant in an hour extort Enough to overthrow a Monarchy Loren. Therefore my Lord set down this sixt and last Article 6. Be alwaies jealous of him that knows your secrets And therefore it behooves you credit few And when you grow into the least suspect With silent cunning must you cut them off As for example Iulio Lentulus A most renowned Neapolitan Gave me this Box of poyson t' was not long But therewithall I sent him to his grave Alphon. And what 's the special vertue of the same Loren. That it is twenty days before it works Alphon. But what is this Loren. This an infection that kils suddainly This but a toy to cast a man asleep Alphon. How bing drunk Loren. No being smelt unto Alphon. Then smell Lorenzo I did break thy sleep And for this time this lecture shall suffice Loraen. What have you done my Lord y 'ave made me safe For stirring hence these four and twenty hours Alphon. I see this charms his senses sudainly How now Lorenzo half asleep already Aeneas Pilot by the God of dreams Was never lull'd into a sounder trance And now Alphonsus over-read thy notes He reads These are already at my fingers ends And lest the world should find this little Schedule Thus will I rend the text and after this On my behaviour set so fair a gloss That men shall take me for a Convertite But some may think I should forget my part And have been over rash in renting it To put them out of doubt I study sure I 'le make a backward repetition In being jealous of my Counsel keepers This is the poyson that kils sudainly So didst thou unto Iulius Lentulus And blood with blood must be requited thus Now am I safe and no man knows my Counsels Churfurst of Mentz if now thou play thy part Erning thy gold with cunning workmanship Upon the Bemish Kings ambition Richard shall shamefully fail of his hope And I with triumph keep my Emperie Exit Enter the King of Bohemia the Bishops of Mentz Collen Trier the Pallatine of the Rhein The Duke of Saxon The Marquess of Brandenburg Bohe. Churfursts and Princes of the Election Since by the adverse fortune of our age The sacred and Imperial Majesty Hath been usurp'd by open Tyranny We the seven Pillars of the German Empire To whom successively it doth belong To make election of our Emperours Are here assembled to unite a new Unto her former strength and glorious type Our half declining Roman Monarchy And in that hope I Henry King of Bohem Churfurst and Sewer to the Emperour Do take my seat next to the sacred throne Mentz Next seat belongs to Iulius Florius Archbishop of Mentz Chancelor of Germany By birth the Duke of fruitful Pomerland Pal. The next place in election longs to me George Cassimirus Palsgrave of the Rhein His Highness Taster and upon my knee I vow a pure sincere innated zeal Unto my Country and no wrested hate Or private love shall blind mine intellect Collen Brave Duke of Saxon Dutchlands greatest hope Stir now or never let the Spanish tyrant That hath dishonoured us murder'd our Friends And stain'd this seat with blood of innocents At last be chastis'd with the Saxon sword And may Albertus Archbishop of Collen Chancelor of Gallia and the fourth Elector Be thought unworthy of his place and birth But he assist thee to his utmost power Sax. Wisdom not words must be the soveraign salve To search and heal these grievous festred wounds And in that hope Augustus Duke of Saxon Arch-Marshall to the Emperour take my place Trier The like doth Frederick Arch-Bishop of Trier Duke of Lorrain Chancelour of Italie Bran. The seventh and last is Ioachim Carolus Marquess of Brandenburg overworn with age Whose Office is to be the Treasurer But Wars have made the Coffers like the Chair Peace bringeth plenty Wars bring poverty Grant Heauens this meeting may be to effect Establish Peace and cut off Tyrannie Enter the Empress Isabella King John's Daughter Empress Pardon my bold intrusion mighty Churfursts And let my words pierce deeply in your hearts O! I beseech you on my bended Knees I the poor miserable Empress A stranger in this Land unus'd to broyls Wife to the one and Sister to the other That are Competitors for Soveraignty All that I pray is make a quiet end Make Peace between my Husband and my Brother O think how grief doth stand on either side If either party chance to be miss My Husband is my Husband but my Brother My heart doth melt to think he should miscarry My Brother is my Brother but my Husband O how my joynts do shake fearing his wrong If both should dye in these uncertain broyls O me why do I live to think upon 't Bear with my interrupted speeches
the face Collen Your Holiness shall pardon me in this Had I the profit I would take the pains With shame enough your Grace may bring the message Mentz Thus am I wrong'd God knows unguiltily Brand. Then arm your countenance with innocency And boldly do the message to the Prince For no man else will be the messenger Mentz Why then I must since ther 's no remedy Exit Mentz Brand. If Heav'n that guides the hearts of mighty men Do calm the Winds of these great Potentates And make them like of this Arbitrament Sweet Peace will tryumph thorough Christendom And Germany shall bless this happy day Enter Alexander de Toledo the Page Alexand. O me most miserable O my dear Father Bohem. What means this passionate accent what art thou That sounds these acclamations in our ears Alex. Pardon me Princes I have lost a Father O me the name of Father kils my heart O! I shall never see my Father more H 'as tane his leave of me for age and age Collen What was thy Father Alex. Ah me I what was a not Noble Rich valiant well-belov'd of all The glory and the wisdom of his age Chief Secretary to the Emperour Collen Lorenzo de Toledo is he dead Alex. Dead ay me dead ay me my life is dead Strangely this night bereft of breath and sense And I poor I am comforted in nothing But that the Emperour laments with me As I exclame so he he rings his hands And makes me mad to see his Majesty Excruciate himself with endless sorrow Collen The happiest news that ever I did hear Thy Father was a villain murderer Witty not wise lov'd like a Scorpion Grown rich by the impoverishing of others The chiefest cause of all these mutinies And Caesar's tutor to all villanie Alex. None but an open lyar terms him so Col. What Boy so malepert Bohem. Good Collen bear with him it was his Father Dutch-land is blessed in Lorenzo's Death Brand. Did never live a viler minded man Exeunt Manet Alex. Alex. Nor King nor Churfurst should be privileg'd To call me Boy and rayl upon my Father Were I wehrsafflig but in Germany A man must be a Boy at 40. years And dares not draw his weapon at a Dog Till being soundly box'd about the ears His Lord and Master gird him with a sword The time will come I shall be made a man Till then I 'l pine with thought of dire revenge And live in Hell untill I take revenge ACT. II. Enter Alphonsus Richard Earl of Cornwall Mentz Trier Prince Edward Bohemia Collen Brandenburge Attendants and Pages with a sword Bohem. Behold here come the Princes hand in hand Pleas'd highly with the sentence as it seems Alphon. Princes and Pillars of the Monarchy We do admire your wisdoms in this cause And do accept the King of Bohemia As worthy partner in the Government Alas my Lords I flatly now confess I was alone too weak to underprop So great a burden as the Roman Empire And hope to make you all admire the course That we intend in this conjunction Richard That I was call'd from England with consent Of all the seven Electors to this place Your selves best know who wrote for me to come 'T was no ambition mov'd me to the journey But pitty of your half declining State Which being likely now to be repayr'd By the united force of these two Kings I rest content to see you satisfied Mentz Brave Earl wonder of Princely patience I hope your grace will not mis-think of me Who for your good and for the Empires best Bethought this means to set the world at Peace Edward No doubt this means might have been thought upon Although your Holiness had dy'd in Prison Mentz Peace peace young Prince you want experience Your Unckle knows what cares accompany And wait upon the Crowns of mightiest Kings And glad he is that he hath shak'd it off Edward Heark in your ear my Lord hear me one word Although it were more than a million Which these two Kings bestow'd upon your grace Mine Unckle Richards million sav'd your life Mentz Your were best to say your Vnckle brib'd me then Edward I do but say mine Vnckle sav'd your life You know Count Mansfield your fellow Prisoner Was by the Duke of Brunschwig put to death Mentz You are a Child my Lord your words are wind Edward You are a Fox my Lord and past a Child Bohem. My Lord of Cornwall your great forwardness Crossing the Seas with aid of Englishmen Is more than we can any way requite But this your admirable patience In being pleas'd with our election Deserves far more than thanks can satisfie In any thing command the Emperours Who live to honour Richard Earl of Cornwall Alpho. Our deeds shall make our Protestations good Mean while brave Princes let us leave this place And solace us with joy of this accord Enter Isabella the Empress Hedewick the Duke of Saxon's Daughter apparelled like Fortune drawn on a Globe with a Cup in her hand wherein are Bay leaves whereupon are written the lots A train of Ladies following with Musick Empress To gratulate this unexpected Peace This glorious league confirm'd against all hope Joyful Isabella doth present this shew Of Fortunes triumph as the custom is At Coronation of our Emperours If therefore every party be well pleas'd And stand content with this arbitriment Then daign to do as your Progenitors And draw in sequence Lots for Offices Alphon. This is an order here in Germany For Princes to disport themselves with all In sign their hearts so firmly are conjoyn'd That they will bear all fortunes equally And that the world may know I scorn no state Or course of life to do the Empire good I take my chance My Fortune is to be the Forrester Emp. If we want Venson either red or fallow Wild bore or bear you must be fin'd my Lord Bohem. The Emperour's Taster I Emp. Your Majesty hath been tasted to so oft That you have need of small instructions Richard I am the bowr Sister what is my charge Emp. Tyr'd like a Carter and a Clownish Bowr To bring a load of Wood into the Kitchin Now for my self Faith I am Chamber Maid I know my charge proceed unto the next Alphon. Prince Edward standeth melancholy still Please it your Grace my Lord to draw your lot Emp. Nephew you must be solemn with the sad And given to myrth in sportful Company The German Princes when they will be lusty Shake of all cares and Clowns and they are Fellows Edward Sweet Aunt I do not know the Country guise Yet would be glad to learn all fashions Since I am next good Fortune be my guide Brand. A most ingenuous countenance hath this Prince Worthy to be the King of England's Heir Edward Be it no disparagement to you my Lords I am your Emperour Alphon. Sound trumpets God save the Emperour Collen The world could never worse have fitted me I am not old enough to be the Cook
bridle nature I must weep Or heart will break with burden of my thoughts Nor am I yet so young or fond withall Causless to spend my gall and fret my heart 'T is not that he is dead for all must dye But that I live to hear his lives reproach O sacred Emperour these ears have heard What no Sons ears can unrevenged hear The Princes all of them but specially The Prince Elector Archbishop of Collen Revil'd him by the names of murderer Arch villain robber of the Empires fame And Caesars tutor in all wickedness And with a general voice applaus'd his death As for a special good to Christendome Alphon. Have they not reason to applaud the deed Which they themselves have plotted ah my Boy Thou art too young to dive into their drifts Alex. Yet old enough I hope to be reveng'd Alphon. What wilt thou do or whither wilt thou run Alex. Headlong to bring them death then dye my self Alphon. First hear the reason why I do mistrust them Alex. They had no reason for my Father's death And I scorn reason till they all be dead Alphon. Thou wilt not scorn my Counsel in revenge Alex. My rage admits no Counsel but revenge Alphon. First let me tell thee whom I do mistrust Alex. Your Highness said you did mistrust them all Alpho. Yea Alexander all of them and more than all My most especiall neerest dearest friends Alex. All 's one to me for know thou Emperour Were it thy Father Brother or thine Empress Yea were 't thy self that did'st conspire his death This fatal hand should take away thy life Alphon. Spoke like a Son worthy so dear a Father Be still and hearken I will tell thee all The Duke of Saxon Alex. O I thought no less Alphon. Suppress thy choler hearken to the rest Saxon I say so wrought with flattering Mentz Mentz with Bohemia Trier and Brandenburg For Collen and the Palsgrave of the Rhein Were principals with Saxon in the Plot That in a general meeting to that purpose The seven selected Emperours electors Most hainously concluded of the murder The reason why they doom'd him unto death Was his deep wisdom and sound policy Knowing while he did live my state was firm He being dead my hope must dye with him Now Alexander will we be reveng'd Upon this wicked whore of Babylon This hideous monster with the seven-fold head We must with cunning level at the heart With pierc'd and perisht all the body dyes Or strike we off her heads by one and one Behooveth us to use dexterity Lest she do trample us under her feet And tryumph in our honours overthrow Alex. Mad and amazd to hear this tragicke doom I do subscribe unto your sound advice Alphon. Then hear the rest these seven gave but she sentence A neerer hand put it in execution And but I lov'd Lorenzo as my life I never would betray my dearest Wife Alex. What what the Empress accessary to Alphon. What cannot kindred do her Brother Richard Hoping thereby to be an Emperour Gave her a dram that sent him to his grave Alex. O my poor Father wert thou such an eye-sore That 9. the greatest Princes of the earth Must be confederate in thy tragedy But why do I respect their mightiness Who did not once respect my Fathers life Your Majesty may take it as you please I 'l be reveng'd upon your Emperess On English Richard Saxon and the Palsgrave On Bohem Collen Mentz Trier and Brandenburg If that the Pope of Rome himself were one In this confederacy undaunted I Amidst the College of his Cardinals Would press and stab him in St. Peters chair Though clad in all his Pontificalibus Alphon. Why Alexander do'st thou speak to me As if thou didst mistrust my forwardness No thou shalt know my love to him was such And in my heart I have proscrib'd them all That had to do in this conspiracy The bands of Wedlock shall not serve her turn Her fatal lot is cast among the rest And to conclude my soul doth live in Hell Till I have set my foot upon their necks That gave this spur of sorrow to my heart But with advice it must be managed Not with a head-long rage as thou intend'st Nor in a moment can it be perform'd This work requires long time dissembling looks Commixt with undermining actions Watching advantages to execute Our foes are mighty and their number great It therefore follows that our Strangems Must branch forth into manifold deceits Endless devices bottomless conclusions Alexan. What by your Majesty is prescrib'd to me That will I execute or dye the death I am content to suck my sorrows up And with dull patience will attend the time Gaping for every opportunity That may present the least occasion Although each minute multiply mine anguish And to my view present a thousand forms Of senseless bodies in my Fathers shape Yelling with open throat for just revenge Alphon. Content thy self he shall not cry in vain I have already plotted Richards death Alex. That hath my Fathers sacred Ghost inspir'd O tell me shall I stab him suddainly The time seems long till I be set a work Alphon. Thou knowest in griping at our lots to day It was Prince Richard's hap to be the bowr So that his Office is to drive the Cart And bring a load of Wood into the Kitchin Alex. O excellent your Grace being Forester As in the thicket he doth load the Cart May shoot him dead as if he were a Deer Alphon. No Alexander that device were shallow Thus it must be there are two very howrs Appointed for to help him in the Wood These must be brib'd or cunningly seduc'd Instead of helping him to murder him Ale Verbum satis sapienti it is enough Fortune hath made me Marshal of the sports I hope to Marshal them to th' Devils Feast Plot you the rest this will I execute Dutch bowrs as towsandt schelms and gold to tempt them Alphon. 'T is right about it then but cunningly Alex. Else let me lose that good opinion Which by your Highness I desire to hold By Letters which I 'l strew within the Wood I 'l undermine the bowrs to murder him Nor shall they know who set them so a work Like a familiar will I fly about And nimbly haunt their Ghosts in every nook Exit Manet Alphonsus Alphon. This one nayl helps to drive the other out I slew the Father and bewitch the Son With power of words to be the instrument To rid my foes with danger of his life How easily can subtil age intice Such credulous young novices to their death Huge wonders will Alphonsus bring to pass By the mad mind of this enraged Boy Even they which think themselves my greatest friends Shall fall by this deceit yea my Arch-enemies Shall turn to be my chief confederates My sollitary walks may breed suspect I 'le therefore give my self to Companie As I intended nothing out these sports Yet hope to send most actors in this
have rob'd him of his senses Like accident to this was never heard Rich. Break heart and dye flie hence my troubled spirit I am not able for to underbear The weight of sorrow which doth bruze my soul O Edward O sweet Edward O my life O noble Collen last of all my hopes The only friend in my extremities If thou doest love me as I know thou doest Unsheath thy sword and rid me of this sorrow Collen Away with abject thoughts fie Princely Richard Rowze up thy self and call thy senses home Shake of this base pusillanimitie And cast about to remedie these wrongs Richard Alas I see no means of remedie Collen The hearken to my Counsel and advice We will Intrench our selves not far from hence With those small pow'rs we have and send for more If they do make assault we will defend If violence be offer'd to the Prince We 'l rescue him with venture of our lives Let us with patience attend advantage Time may reveal the author of these treasons For why undoubtedly the sweet young Princess Fowly beguild by night with cunning shew Hath to some villain lost her Maiden-head Rich. O that I knew the foul incestuous wretch Thus would I tear him with my teeth and nails Had Saxon sense he would conceave so much And not revenge on guiltless Edwards life Collen Perswade your self he will be twice advis'd Before he offer wrong unto the Prince Rich. In that good hope I will have patience Come gentle Prince whose pitty to a stranger Is rare and admirable not to be spoken England cannot requite this gentleness Collen Tush talk not of requital let us go To fortifie our selves within our trench Exeunt Enter Alphonso carried in the Couch Saxony Mentz Tryer Brandenburg Alexander Alphon. O most excessive pain O raging Fire Is burning Cancer or the Scorpion Descended from the Heavenly Zodiack To parch mine Entrals with a quenchless flame Drink drink I say give drink or I shall dye Fill a thousand bowls of Wine Water I say Water from forth the cold Tartarian hils I feel th' ascending flame lick up my blood Mine Entrals shrink together like a scrowl Of burning parchment and my Marrow fries Bring hugie Cakes of Ice and Flakes of Snow That I may drink of them being dissolved Saxon. We do beseech your Majestie have patience Alphon. Had I but drunk an ordinary poyson The sight of thee great Duke of Saxony My friend in death in life my greatest foe Might both allay the venom and the torment But that adulterous Palsgrave and my Wife Upon whose life and soul I vengeance cry Gave me a mineral not to be digested Which burning eats and eating burns my heart My Lord of Tryer run to the King of Bohem Commend me to him ask him how he fares None but my self can rightly pitty him For none but we have sympathie of pains Tell him when he is dead my time 's not long And when I dye bid him prepare to follow Exit Tryer Now now it works a fresh are you my friends Then throw me on the cold swift running Rhyn And let me bath there for an hour or two I cannot bear this pain Mentz O would th' unpartial fates afflict on me These deadly pains and ease my Emperour How willing would I bear them for his sake Alphon. O Mentz I would not wish unto a Dog The least of thousand torments that afflict me Much less unto your Princely holiness See see my Lord of Mentz he points at you Mentz It is your fantasie and nothing else But were death here I would dispute with him And tell him to his teeth he doth unjustice To take your Majesty in the prime of youth Such wither'd rotten branches as my self Should first be lopt had he not partial hands And here I do protest upon my Knee I would as willingly now leave my life To save my King and Emperour alive As erst my Mother brought me to the world Brand. My Lord of Mentz this flattery is too gross A Prince of your experience and calling Should not so fondly call the Heavens to witness Mentz Think you my Lord I would not hold my word Brand. You know my Lord death is a bitter guest Mentz To ease his pain and save my Emperour I sweetly would embrace that bitterness Alex. If I were death I knew what I would do Mentz But see his Majesty is faln a sleep Ah me I fear it is a dying slumber Alphon. My Lord of Saxonie do you hear this jest Saxon. What should I hear my Lord Alphon. Do you not hear How loudly death proclames it in mine ears Swearing by trophies Tombs and deadmens Graves If I have any friend so dear to me That to excuse my life will lose his own I shall be presently restor'd to health Enter Tryer Mentz I would he durst make good his promises Alphon. My Lord of Tryer how fares my fellow Emperour Tryer. His Majesty is eas'd of all his pains Alphon. O happy news now have I hope of health Mentz My joyful heart doth spring within my bodie To hear those words Comfort your Majestie I will excuse you Or at the least will bear you Company Alphon. My hope is vain now now my heart will break My Lord of Tryer you did but flatter me Tell me the truth how fares his Majestie Tryer. I told your Highness eas'd of all his pain Alphon. I understand thee now he 's eas'd by death And now I feel an alteration Farewel sweet Lords farewel my Lord of Mentz The truest friend that ever earth did bear Live long in happiness to revenge my death Upon my Wife and all the English brood My Lord of Saxonie your Grace hath cause Mentz I dare thee death to take away my life Some charitable hand that loves his Prince And hath the heart draw forth his Sword and rid me of my life Alex. I love my Prince and have the heart to do it Mentz O stay a while Alex. Nay now it is to late Bran. Villain what hast thou done th' ast slain a Prince Alex. I did no more than he intreated me Alphon. How now what make I in my Couch so late Princes why stand you so gazing about me Or who is that lies slain before my face O I have wrong my soul was half in Heaven His holiness did know the joys above And therefore is ascended in my stead Come Princes let us bear the body hence I 'le spend a Million to embalm the same Let all the Bels within the Empire Ring Let Mass be said in every Church and Chappel And that I may perform my latest vow I will procure so much by Gold or friends That my sweet Mentz shall be Canonized And numbred in the Bed-role of the Saints I hope the Pope will not deny it me I 'le build a Church in honour of thy name Within the antient famous Citie Mentz Fairer than any one in Germany There shalt thou be interrd with Kingly Pomp Over thy Tomb
reason why because he only knew All Plotts and complots of his villanie His death was made the Basis and the Ground Of every mischief that hath troubled you Saxon. If thou thy Father and thy Progenie Were hang'd and burnt and broken on the Wheel How could their deaths heap mischief on our heads Alex. And if you will not hear the Reason chuse I tell thee I have slain an Emperour And thereby think my self as good a man As thou or any man in Christendom Thou shalt entreat me ere I tell thee more Brand. Proceed Alex. Not I Saxon. I prethe now proceed Alex. Since you intreat me then I will proceed This murtherous Devill having slain my Father Buz'd cunningly into my credulous ears That by a General Councell of the States And as it were by Act of Parlement The seven Electors had set down his death And made the Empress Executioner Transferring all the guilt from him to you This I believ'd and first did set upon The life of Princely Richard by the Boors But how my purpose faild in that his Grace best knows Next by a double intricate deceit Midst all his Mirth was Bohem poysoned And good old Mentz to save Alphonso's life Who at that instant was in perfect health Twixt jest and earnest was made a Sacrifice As for the Palatine your Graces knew His Highness and the Queens unguiltines But now my Lord of Saxon hark to me Father of Saxon should I rather call you T was I that made your Grace a Grandfather Prince Edward plow'd the ground I sow'd the Seed Poor Hedewick bore the most unhappy fruit Created in a most unluckie hour To a most violent and untimely death Sax. O loathsome Villain O detested deeds O guiltless Prince O me most miserable Brand. But tell us who reveal'd to thee at last This shamefull guilt and our unguiltiness Alex. Why that 's the wonder Lords and thus it was When like a tyrant he had tane his seat And that the furie of the Fight began Upon the highest Watch-Tow'r of the Fort It was my office to behold alofft The Warres event and having seen the end I saw how Victory with equal wings Hang hovering 'twixt the Battails here and there Till at the last the English Lyons fled And Saxon's side obtain'd the Victory Which seen I posted from the turrets top More furiously than ere Laocoon ran When Trojan hands drew in Troy's overthrow But yet as fatally as he or any The tyrant seeing me star'd in my face And suddainly demanded what 's the newes I as the Fates would have it hoping that he Even in a twinkling would have slain 'em both For so he swore before the Fight began Cri'd bitterly that he had lost the day The sound whereof did kill his dastard heart And made the Villain desperatly confess The murther of my Father praying me With dire revenge to ridd him of his life Short tale to make I bound him cunningly Told him of the deceit triumphing over him And lastly with my Rapier slew him dead Sax. O Heavens justly have you tane revenge But thou thou murtherous adulterous slave What Bull of Phalaris what strange device Shall we invent to take away thy life Alex. If Edward and the Empress whom I sav'd Will not requite it now and save my life Then let me die contentedly I die Having at last reveng'd my Fathers death Sax. Villain not all the world shall save thy life Edw. Hadst thou not been Author of my Hedewicks death I would have certainly sav'd thee from death But if my Sentence now may take effect I would adjudge the Villain to be hang'd As here the Jewes are hang'd in Germany Sax. Young Prince it shall be so go dragg the Slave Unto the place of execution There let the Iudas on a Jewish Gallowes Hang by the heels between two English Mastives There feed on Doggs let Doggs there feed on thee And by all means prolong his miserie Alex. O might thy self and all these English Currs Instead of Mastive-Doggs hang by my side How sweetly would I tugg upon your Flesh Exit Alex. Sax. Away with him suffer him not to speak And now my lords Collen Tryer and Barndenburg Whose Hearts are bruz'd to think upon these woes Though no man hast such reason as my self We of the seven Electors that remain After so many bloody Massacres Kneeling upon our Knees humbly intreat Your Excellence to be our Emperour The Royalties of the Coronation Shall be at Aix shortly solemnized Cullen Brave Princely Richard now refuse it not Though the Election be made in Tears Joy shall attend thy Coronation Richard It stands not with mine Honour to deny it Yet by mine Honour fain I would refuse it Edward Uncle the weight of all these Miseries Maketh my heart as heavy as your own But an Imperial Crown would lighten it Let this one reason make you take the Crown Richard What 's that sweet nephew Edward Sweet Uncle this it is Was never Englishman yet Emperour Therefore to honour England and your self Let private sorrow yield to publike Fame That once an Englishman bare Caesar's name Richard Nephew thou hast prevail'd Princes stand up We humbly do accept your sacred offer Cullen Then sound the Trumpets and cry Vivat Caesar All Vivat Caesar Cullen Richardus Dei gratia Romanorum Imperator semper Augustus Comes Cornubiae Richard Sweet Sister now let Caesar comfort you And all the rest that yet are comfortless Let them expect from English Caesar's hands Peace and abundance of all earthly Joy FINIS