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Queen Catharine, or, The ruines of love a tragedy, as it is acted at the New Theatre in Little-Lincolns-Inn-Field by His Majesty's servants / written by Mrs. Pix.
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Pix, Mary, 1666-1720.
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used ' Twou'd sure have shock'd ye Glou. No I shou'd have laughed at the deluded Maid Does your Master wear to day the Sword I gave you Mal. My Lord you know he does Glou. 'T is well that Sword is temper'd as I wou'd ever Wish my foes for at the first meeting Clash It breaks six of my Voluntiers will seize Him men not unused to practices like those In vain he 'll call himself Clarence in vain Endeavour to convince 'em for they are Well prepar'd and without my orders won't Release him When this is done leave you the Duke the King shall both protect and reward you Mal. As my diligence shall merit I ask no more Exit Mal. Glou. Thy merit's death and thou shalt find it fool Thy sting thy venoms gone thou hast done Thy best And the Voluntiers That seize the Prince have orders to stop Thy craving mouth Clarence too soon will know thee Now therefore thou art useless Enter at rising Ground King Edward Edw. Speak Gloucester shall haughty Catharine Mourn this Night Glou. She shall if Tudor's blood can make Her weep Here 's the Key wait the Signal and prepare to glut your Eyes Edw. Oh let me hug thee close I feel a Warm Vengeance rise and joys fierce As is fruition fill the big heart which That ungrateful fair despised 'T is grown A Rambler now and can be pleas'd On easier terms than dying Yet I will see again those Charming eyes But all their tears and menaces despise And laugh at Catharine when her Tudor dies Exeunt The End of the Third Act. ACT the Fourth SCENE the Castle Enter Duke of Clarence and Malavill Clar. HEre did I expect oh what did I not expect Even all the happiness my heart is fond off Cruel disappointment yet 't is but just When man gives up his Noble Charter his Reason And is passions Slave he shou'd be used so Oh Malavill cou'dst thou believe such falshhood Were in Womankind Mal. Most easily my Lord 't is the common practice Had she proved true that had been the wonder Clar. Is' t possible Isabella was my first and only Love Pure were my flames and my desires unfeign'd Her returns I thought full of artless innocence When in her Charming eyes I first read kindness If I catch'd a dear relenting glance How modestly she wou'd decline 'em Her lovely face cover'd with Virmilion blushes Nay the tears wou'd follow Cou'd this all be deceit Cou'd she weep and vow and look such things And yet dissemble still Mal. 'T is natural to the Sex Clar. And is that dear false hand given to Thyrrold His plighted Wife Racks Wheels and Gibbets Sword and fire can their torments equal That curst thought yet when I reflect on this Unexampled Treachery methinks 't is strange The story most improbable 't is but some few hours A go that fair one gave me all the tendrest Marks of love and kindest promises what cou'd Tempt her to draw me on so far Mal. I like not this Aside Clar. But then how shou'd Thyrrold know of our Intended flight unless thou hast proved The smooth fac'd Villain and betray'd me Mal. If you mistrust me use your Sword Wound me not with your unkind suspicions Tardy Duke of Gloucester I shall be ruin'd Aside Clar. I know not what to think but shou'd I find Thou hast wronged me in the tendrest part The blessing of my Life my Love my Isabella I cannot name her but my heart will rise Oh cruel Charmer think not to ' scape my Vengeance For tho' the King shou'd Guard thee through His heart I 'd reach at thine seize thee Like a loosen'd Fury and shake thee into Atoms Thyrrold above Thyr. What mad man 's this that raves beneath our Walls Clar. Traytor come down and see Thyr. I wou'd but for commands which I have sworn to obey Clar. What commands shifting Coward Thyr. Fair Isabella has hung about my neck Used such prevailing arts of fondness Beg'd with such a grace and so much power That I have forgiven both her and you Clar. Ye raging Fires eat eat my heart burn inwards But burst not forth I wo'not answer like a Woman With my Tongue alone but Thyrrold he assur'd I shall find thee yes hadst thou Gyants For thy Guard wert thou hem'd with Devils I 'd Grapple with thee and sink thee too Remember that and tremble Thyr. If I tremble it must be with delight To Isabella's Bed I am going the Priest Has made us one there the soft the melter The expecting fair one lies think you on that And mangle thy own flesh In distraction thy wretched bosom tear Reflect upon my joys and then despair Exit Thyrrold Clar. Curses curses Oh Malavill in thy bosom Hide me for if I look that way my eyes will burst Enter three or four Villains 1 Vill. Yonder he stands we may seize his Sword E'er he perceive us Snatches his Sword from him Clar. Villains what mean ye Malavill give me thy Sword and get behind me Mal. No I 'll defend your life 1 Vill. Fool thou canst not save thy own stabs him he falls Mal. Oh pardon me noble Sir you are betray'd and so Am I the Lady Isabella is dies Clar. What go on speak but that word that syllable either False or True and I 'll forgive thee all 't is lost in death 1 Vill. You must with us Clar. Slaves do you know to whom you speak 1 Vill. Our orders are to force you if you resist Clar. Unhand me Dogs I am the Duke of Clarence 1 Vill. No matter who you are you are our Prisoner now Clar. Slaves Villains Murderers Exit forc'd off SCENE the inside of the Castle A Toylet Enter Isabella and Esperanza Isa Methinks I tread these Royal Rooms as bodies Summon'd to the Grave take their last melancholy Rounds and sadly traverse o'er and o'er the places that They best have loved Oh love are all that bend beneath Thy weight oppress'd like me no 't is impossible Then humane kind wou'd throw thy bondage off But alas thy crowds of Votaries are Rovers all Play with desire catch'd at the eyes and changed Without a pang 't is not my Clarence so with us The link of Souls has fixt our meeting Passions I hope beyond the power of Fate to break By yon lifted tapers Show the Queen is coming Be gone my Esperanza get our disguises ready And wait me at the outer Court Esper Madam I will Isa See where they come Tudor and the Queen Arm in arm they walk Love takes up Exit Es Every thought and every wish Nor cou'd those Majestick eyes of Catharine Express more pleasure more satisfaction When she beheld a Thousand ready slaves Who watch'd each motion and fled to execute E'er she cou'd speak her will this proves Possessing the dear object that 's beloved Superiour to ambition a sublimer Joy And Clarence shall not thou and I be thus happy Yes if in France they give us but an humble Vineyard
Sacred name raises him above Our Reprehension tho' not to him of him Who can forbear to speak that has a Soul In which true honour has a Residence Has he not like the wanton Summer fly Blown upon and tainted all our Beauties Is there a Maid of Quality or Fortune Whom he has not attempted or at least Married to some Favourite fawning Minion While we the branches too of mighty York Only are neglected Clar. The Ladys Case transports you were I dispos'd To marry the King shou'd not chuse for me Glou. My Lord no choice is left is there in all the Court One of an unfullied fame whose Beauty or Whose Quality is fit for Princes Arms Clar. I 'll not dispute the matter but I think there are Glou. There are you speak as if they abounded Name me but one and I 'll recant in Veneration To such a rarity forgive the rest and touch Their fames no more Clar. What think you then of beauteous Isabella The studied Workmanship and hand of Heaven Nothing can transcend her Divine person But the unspotted Soul that dwells within Glou. What Isabella Queen Catharine's Ward Thyrrold's Isabella is' t she you thus extravagantly Describe Clar. How Gloucester now I have found thee subtle In malice all the workings of thy brain Are like the dismal Policies of Hell Which still produce a mischief But do not mention her again I charge thee do not For by the sacred blood That fills her veins the blood of Bedford and of Burgundy Both Royal Stems you shall not dare Glou. Not dare Prince Clar. No not dare Lay all your plots on me Cover me all over with detraction as with a Leprosie But touch not Isabella I will bear it Glou. Go on my Brother and when your passion 's o'er Too late consider if I 've deserv'd this usage Clar. What have I done how came her name in Question Oh! Gloucester Gloucester thou art deep and cunning I but a shallow stream and as I stand between Shall be surely forded o'er Edward and Gloucester both may take my life But of my Love there 's neither shall deprive me Glou. I knew not Isabella grew so near you 'T was common Fame occasion'd what I said That as the Queen descended to Love Tudor So Isabella had made Thyrrold hers Rumor's the Child of Error if I 've caught A Falshood why shou'd that create a Quarrel Clar. A Quarrel there is none The King and you Possess the glories you atchieve in War My happiness lies in another Sphere Farewell Exit Glou. Happiness is a Rosie path you ne'er shall tread The Hornet I have thrown into your bosom It buzzes now But it shall sting anon Dissimulation thou art mine My rage was high as his and spite much more but dear dissimulation Cover'd all the fury of my Soul and it shall be vented the safest way Enter Malavill Mal. I met the Duke my master methought his Looks were full of discontent Drum beats Glou. I gave it him hark a distant Drum is the signal I order'd at the approach of Tudor what ho Captain Enter Captain Is the detachment ready Capt. My Lord it is Glou. Lead them towards the Castle there as I told you you 'll Meet with Tudor when you encounter him if his force Is stronger than you expected urge not too far at night I shall use you and those that you command Capt. With utmost care your orders shall be obey'd Exit Glou. Will Sir James Thyrrold come to the Appointed place Mala. He will and is impatient till he Knows your Grace's pleasure Glou. Clarence is even to rashness brave that Will make forget the nicer forms of Different Quality after our Conference See me again if your Lord calls and seems uneasie Cast forth doubtfull Words if Jealousie Appears feed it with oyl I 've Told the King thy merits of thy Intelligence And Honour waits to Crown thy Service Mala. Thanks noble Sir your long tasted Bounty Secures me still your Slave I 'll to my Lord And watch his every motion Exit Mala. Glou. Go thy ways Traytor that 's thy proper name Oh! there 's a vile Ingredient in our frames This Man my Brother Clarence ne'er did injure But signalized him with marks of Friendship Above the rest who did attend him Yet For a little Gold with eagerness he Seeks his ruin an itching Palm destroys his Faith Ambition conquers mine Interest tempts all and where she tempts succeeds My great designs why shou'd I blush to own There 's no Temptation greater than a Crown The End of the second Act. ACT III. SCENE Ludlow Castle Enter Tudor and a Colonel Tud Cousin how are ye Col. Right well my noble Friend Tud I did not here expect an Engagement Col. You fought as if you did your Courage And your Conduct both were shown they That gave the Onset first most shamefully Retreated Tud Colonel lead your Forces to the Camp of Henry Or Margaret I know not which to call it Before the mornings dawn I will be there Col. Oh Tudor thou noblest of mankind Remember e'er I speak that your Commands I never disobey'd Tud Nor ever will I hope my Soldier and my Friend Col. No tho' by this Ambush laid and your rash Resolve of seeing the Queen alone I read Oh dismal thought your death Tud Be it so draw off your Forces I had rather See the Queen tho' my life 's the forfeit than Be Edward or Henry or any happier King That you can think of If you out-live me Report me as a Man that Catharine smil'd on Let some kind Pen transmit the glory to Posterity and I shall hold my death a prize too small for such a stock Of fame if you Love me answer not nor offer to disswade Me but observe my orders Exit Col. bowing This is the path Oh Angel Guardian be thou Near and lead me to my heaven Exit Enter Queen Catharine Cat. I hear the doors unbar shall I not go to Meet him he comes oh trembling heart Think of thy Woes and let thy pantings now be still Enter Tudor and Isabella Tud kneels My Queen Cat. My Love my Husband rise my dearest Lord. Tud Do I behold thy face again Oh taste of joys Unatterabl Oh Banquet beyond the power of sence to bear Nor must I murmurnow If the hard conditions wherewith Seemed to article with providence is now fullfill'd For Heaven knows how often I have Wisht to see thy face and die Cat. Avert it Heaven yet we meet indeed ' midst Wars and Tumults Camps on either side Frightfull Scenes for Love Tud All all is the milky way when thou art near Oh should I but repeat the miseries I have Indured since banished from those fair Eyes you sure wou'd pity me Cat. What hast thou suffer'd thou dear Innocence Persued Tud Upon the Barren summit of a Prodigious Mountain whose height seem'd to brave a second Flood I pass'd my tedious hours Stretching my longing Eyes towards the