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A30841
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The island queens, or, The death of Mary, Queen of Scotland a tragedy : publish'd only in defence of the author and the play, against some mistaken censures, occasion'd by its being prohibited the stage / by Jo. Banks.
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Banks, John, d. 1706.
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yet design'd Dav. Your sacred Life 's in hazard ev'ry hour For Heav'ns sake and for pity to your self For all your Nations Lives think on the Danger Cec. Thus lower yet we beg you wou'd consent Fall prostrate Or your Court-Gates will ne're be free from Throngs Of your poor People who with Groans and Cries Will force you to 't in kindness to your self Qu. E. Rise Cecil Let the Conspirators be apprehended Of whom this Gifford gives you information Cec. And not the Queen Qu. E. Spare my Sisters Life If nothing but a Queens Blood will content you Take mine ye ravenous Wolves Cec. Alas Qu. E. Be gone why was this hid from me so long Yeave robb'd me of my rest eternal rest If this be real I had soon been dead And then ne're felt the Blow 'cause unexpected But now ten thousand Deaths are not so painful As this curst Life which thou dost strive to save My Soul is wrack'd my Reputation All In this loath'd Act that thou wou'dst have me do Cec. Whose Soul whose Reputation will be rack'd And censur'd with severest Plagues from Heaven If by your fond Neglect you loose that Life Intrusted by the Powers to guard your Nations And leave your Laws and Liberties betray'd Your Subjects all a Prey to forreign Yoaks Dye and bequeath the Dagger in your heart To brood and get a hundred thousand more Perhaps as many as your Subjects Throats Nay we must speak think what you will and weep Since not to tell you is to be more cruel Qu. E. O Cecil rather how shou'd I be blam'd To take this Guest so quickly from my Bosom And shut her in a Grate Mark what I tell thee 'T was but last Night she had another Prison When she did throw her Arms about my Neck Her cheeks laid close to mine methought I drew Such Sweets as Eden's Flowers send up to Heav'n Whilst from her Lips flew warm Arahian Sighs And from her Eyes a Shower of Pearls ran down Then with a Tone sweet as an Angels voice Now let me dye she said 't is all I wish Since I have her within my Arms I love And she protests and says she loves me too Cec. There 's now no time for Answers nor Disputes Either resolve her Fate or bear your own Qu. E. Be gone I charge you tempt my Breast no more Our Sex is made of mildness Love and Pity Take from me first the softness of a Woman Were I the hot revengeful Monster Man A Man a Beast a fierce Hyrcanian Tiger Nay were I Cecil I 'de not be so cruel Cec. Then since you 'l shut your Ears to all safe Counsel To what kind Heav'n acquaints you with by us Bear Witness those Caelestial Powers and you My Queen that Cecil has discharg'd his Duty And clears himself of the approaching Danger But e're that dreadful day of your Eclipse Come Davison let thee and I go wander Far we 'l remove where such a horrid Deed Shall never blast our Eyes nor curse our Ears Here take my Staff I 've serv'd you well and long Lays down his Staff We 'l not stay here to be good Counsels Martyr And to be torn in pieces by the Rabble When you are dead which we forwarn'd you off Farewel Let us be ne're so cautious in our Aim A Kings Miscarriage is the States-mans Blame Offer to be gone Qu. E. Stay I command you take it up again Arrest a Crown impeach a Soveraign Queen The Majesty of Heav'n forbid the thought Nay if I think I never shall consent Here take my Crown depose me first or kill me Let Gifford's Dagger do its fatal Office Then like a Nest of Tyrants you may raign And under publick Laws do publick Wrongs But Royal Power can never be so cruel Cec. Behold she comes command we apprehend her Qu. E. who 'd be that Monarch who that wretched thing Whose Slaves make Laws and People are the King You have my Leave do with her as you please Now Tyrants send me strait where by your Power These cruel Eyes may never see her more Queen Elizabeth going off Queen Mary enters at the other Door and speaks to her who returns Qu. M. Turn turn your Face and give one long'd for Look My charming Queen the Morning 's past and yet I have not seen those Eyes that blest the Morn Shroud not those Looks where Beams of Mercy shine And Pity sits inthron'd with Majesty I hear the Duke of Norfolk's in displeasure Forgive the brave unhappy Man Why do you sigh why hang you down your Head Queen Elizabeth turns her Face As loth to grant Can mercy plead in vain Nay then I 'le hold you with these Chains of Love Lean my glad Cheek upon your God-like Cheek Queen Mary offers to embrace her And sow fresh Kisses where my last are fled This Language charm'd you once this greeting pleas'd you Qu. E. Now Cecil rescue me or I am lost Dav. Guards execute your Orders on the Queen Cecil and Davison get on each hand of Queen Elizabeth We beg your Majesty for love of Fame By your unbiass'd Rule and Charms of Justice Resume your wonted Courage and rouze up An awful and offended Majesty Cec. For now your Wisdom Crown and Life 's at Stake Nay more the Lives of all your faithful Subjects The Guards whisper Queen Mary For this one precious Moment of your Conduct Qu. M. I will obey Your Orders fright not me Nor move my Soul so lately us'd to Wrongs What is my Crime Yet wherefore do I ask For Chains look better far about these Wrists Than Diamonds and Tears hang on my Neck More beautiful than strings of Orient Pearl Qu. E. Ah cruel Princess we are both undone You 've robb'd your Sisters Breast of all it's wealth Lost a dear Friend and robb'd me of your Self Dav. Mary late Queen of Scotland y' are impeach'd By th' name of 〈…〉 High Treason For plotting to usurp our Soveraign's Crown And hiring Babington to kill the Queen Qu. M. Heav'ns Thrones and Angels guard the Innocent The Gorgon is at last disclos'd to view What kill my Sister hurt your precious Life O Monster of Invention cursed Lyar And oh damn'd Calumny begot in Hell Nay then I see my Ruine is conspir'd The Duke must dye and I must suffer too But cruel Foes had you no way but this To blast me with eternal Infamy And oh bright Vengeance is there none in store No Pity in the Heav'ns no Thunder left Protect the wrong'd and strike the Guilty dead Lest men suspect that you are great and good Will you that rain down Providence on all And ev'ry living Insect claimsa share Will you I say shut fast your cruel Doors Now when a Queen an injur'd Queen implores Qu. E. Incroaching Pity stop thy flowing Torrent Aside And ebbing Nature sink to that extream As cruel Brutus that condemn'd his Son For this is now my Tryal Qu. M. Say amongst you Where is that Man or
tak'n into Protection Of Englands Laws and therefore but a Subject Mor. A quaint Distinction that and like your Lawyers But since it serves our Ends no matter how Dav. At last having deny'd with Constancy The legal Power of this Imperial Court And finding they were all resolv'd against her As a rare Swimmer shiprack'd on the Ocean A vast and dreadful distance from the Shore And hopeless grown with all his Art to gain it Gives himself o're contentedly to drown So she sate down and mildly then submitted Mor. Were her two Secretaries heard in Court Dav. No tho' she still did urge to have 'em brought Pleading that Navus was a Forreigner And might for fear of Tortures and the Wrack Be threatten'd to accuse her wrongfully Curl too she said a timorous byass'd Man Wou'd sign to any thing that Navus wrote Mor. But what was the most stabbing Proof against her Dav. Her Correspondence had with Babington So by the fatal Oaths of two false Servants Never seen Face to Face to be confronted But more to buy the safety of the Nation She was at last condemn'd and soon must dye Mor. But as the Prophet in the guiltless Ship Was thrown into the Sea t' appease the Tempest If she on Land has rais'd a Storm to wrack us 'T is fit She should be sacrific'd as he was Dav. Behold the Duke's just coming forth to dye The Queen is entring too 'T is as I fear'd Exeunt Morton and Davison Enter Queen Mary with Dowglas attended at one Door and Norfolk going to Execution at the other they meet Qu. M. Must the brave Duke receive his Death to day Dow. Alas see where he comes a Sight will kill you Qu M. Quick drive me scourge me lash me from this Place Will the Queens Malice hunt me to the last Was there no Time but now no Way but this O lead me through some Passage under ground Some horrid Vault or Hell but to avoid him Norf. My Queen my lovely Alban Queen sure I 'me Already dead and this the happy Place Where Souls like hers receive their blest Rewards Qu. M. Turn wretched Duke or e're Death seals thy Eyes This moment tear 'em out as I wou'd mine Shun me as if thou coud'st thy horrid Fate Or a Goblin damn'd Norf. What says my Goddess Queen Qu. M. Is not your wrong'd and mighty Spirit shockt And Death a much more welcome Guest than I And worse to see me than to feel the Blow Norf. By all your Wrongs and mine Qu. M. O come not near me 'T is said a murther'd Body when 't is cold And all it's Veins froz'n and congeal'd by Death When he approaches near that did the Deed Warn'd by the mighty Power of just Revenge Pours a warm Flood and bleeds afresh again Why dart you not a Peal of Curses on me Your Eyes Promethean Fire to blast my Soul And why don 't ev'ry Hair upon thy Head Arm like the brissled Porcupine against me Norf. Lov 's Wounds may bleed afresh but no Grief else The Ax these Guards and this grim Pomp of Death Stir me no more than acted in a Play My Lov 's immortal and can fear no Fate Nor feel a Terrour but to part with you And cou'd I but redeem your precious Life I 'de fly to meet the Torments of the Damn'd A thousand years and dye thus ev'ry day Qu. M. Alas most pity'd Prince force not these drops Tears the kind Balm to ease all tortur'd Breasts But mine and mine finds no Relief Be gone oh no For you must ne're return Let me be gone Norf. For Death I am prepar'd but not to leave you Qu. M. The dearest Friends ne're make a stir at parting Before so small a Journey as we take 'T will not be long some two or three short days Or hou'rs perhaps and we shall meet again We both are in the Ballance weigh'd for Death You in the bottom Scale that 's next the Grave And I hang wavering in uncertain hopes Above but when y' are mounted up to Heav'n I then shall drop where you' ar now going to Earth Norf. By Heav'n the Queen the hungry Tigress durst not What! shed the Blood the sacred Blood of Kings 'T were Blasphemy in Angels to suspect it But if she dare I will my self descend And arm'd with Legions in the shades below Stand Century in the utmost Gap of Fate And drive your beauteous Spirit back to be Inshrin'd within this sacred Mould again Q. M. Ah Duke are you so cruel and unkind I had but two priz'd Friends within this Bosome The Queen and you and she forbids me Earth And you deny me Heav'n Hear me Friend To the Heads-man Thou with the Vizour if thou' rt Death be not Asham'd to shew thy Face for I can dare thee How long hast thou been practis'd in this Art And how many brave Heads hast thou cut off Why dost not speak Dow. He 's not the publick Heads-man But one whose horrid Zeal has brib'd his Hand The common Executioner who proffer'd A mighty Sum refus'd to do the Deed. Norf. Can there be Conscience found in such as He What Villain then art thou Qu. M. Thou art some Bungler and com'st To learn thy Trade on this brave wretched Man If thou shou'dst fail at once to take his Head Be sure you sever mine off at a Blow Norf. Away your Danger spurs me on my Race Swift as the Mind can think my Soul shall fly And make the Scaffold but one step to Heav'n Qu. M. And till I come your happiness to see Kneel and attone th' offended Powers for me Norf. Yes all the shining Hoast shall plead your Cause The nearest Saints to the Imperial Chair Shall still repeat it in th' Almighty's Ear Whil'st round the dazling Throne Queen Mary's Wrongs Shall be the Subject of the Angels Songs Whilst the great Deity for Revenge shall call All Heav'n shall shake the Universe be aw'd But Rebel England feel the angry God Qu. M. Farewel Our Souls a joyful Meeting soon shall feel Norf. But to our Bodies here a long Farewel Exeunt severally Queen Elizabeth alone Qu. E. A Midnight Silence sits upon the Morn The Eye of Day shuts as afraid already And seems the setting not the rising Sun Behold a Crown a Scepter and Regalia's Crown and Regalia's on a Table Without two Kingdoms full of flattering Subjects Watching my Looks and waiting on my Nod Yet where 's the Quiet where 's the Freedom here Enter Cecil and Davison with Commissioners from both Houses Dav. My Lord I fear we have transgress'd too far Upon the Queens most private Thoughts Cec. Thoughts or no thoughts I must and will awake her Yet hold do you with these retire a while And I 'le wait near till she is pleas'd to call Qu. E. Norfolk is dead His Body 's freed from Pain his mind from fear And feels like me no doleful Beatings here Curst be this Crown and this loath'd Scene of Power And