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Vertue betray'd, or, Anna Bullen a tragedy : acted at His Royal Highness, the Duke's Theatre / written by John Banks.
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Banks, John, d. 1706.
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1682
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Wing B667; ESTC R12105
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her in Discourse Till Piercy comes Roch. So kind and pitiful May all thy Cruel Sex be blest for thee Ex. Roch. Blunt So this has prov'd a lucky Tale and now This rare Intelligence goes to my Woolsey who 'l send th' Alarm to the watchful King Streight to surprize him with his Wife like Iason Just stealing of his Golden Fleece away She comes she comes this Player-Queen but know This is the last proud Act of all thy show This is a Bait kind Stars if you 'l not frown With which I 'le take Revenge or catch a Crown And when sh' has got her Heav'n and I my Aim Who then dares tell me that I was to blame For who contemns a prosp'rous Wickedness Or thinks that ill that 's Sainted with Success Ex. Blunt Enter Queen with a Letter Queen What shall I do where teach my trembling Feet Their way was ever Virtue storm'd like mine Within without I am haunted all alike Without tormented with a jealous King Within my Fears suggest a thousand Plagues Bid me remember injur'd Piercy's Wrongs And brand me with the Name of Cruel to him Then on a sudden a more dreadful thought Upbraids me with a Guilt And tells me that kind Pity is a Sin Witness and blame not me y'Immortal Powers When you expose two diff'rent Paths one Good The other bad and tell not which to take If to obey you is my Aim just Heav'n 'T is not my fault if I shou'd chuse the wrong Enter Rochford Roch. Sister most Royal Merciful and Fair And best belov'd of Heav'n and all Mankind Let your dear Brother make it his Request Thus on his Knees as Deities are Charm'd That you would hear th' unhappy Piercy speak This once and but this once Piercy's without Shall my best Friend take but his last Farewell Grant it or never more let Rochford see you Queen Oh Brother plead no more 't is all in vain Do not betray thy Sister to a Guilt And stain the Crystal Virtue of a Soul Which still she holds far dearer than a Crown Seek not by Vile Enchantments to destroy That Innocence which yet is all my Force All the Defence poor Bullen has against A jealous Husband Cruel Foes and worse Against the Malice of Inveterate Hell Roch. What Danger can there be what Guilt in you To hear the Wretched and the Injur'd pray Come for you will you shall you must now hear him Queen No more no more There 's yet a subtler Orator Than you or Pity pleads for Piercy here Here in my firm couragious Soul and stronger Than Father Mother or ten thousand Brothers Yet I can that deny Roch. What shall I tell him Queen Tell him we are undone I must not see him And what 's far worse the King is jealous tell him I love him Tell him what is false I hate him Say any thing but let me not behold him For oh my Weakness he so fierce assaults 'T will spoil 'T will wrack my Conduct See he comes Enter Piercy Most Cruel Piercy Cruel Brother rather Help Take and bear me swiftly from the Danger Roch. Cast but one Look and you must needs relent Queen What shall I do which Passage shall I chuse Aside Arm me kind Heav'n against my Foe of Pity Pier. Still still she turns and hides her treach'rous Eyes Is' t possible that she can feel Remorse Or Pity after all O no she loves too well The fatal Cause that purchas'd all this Pomp Stay Anna Bullen Stay my Queen Perhaps It is expected I should call you Queen Behold your Hatred Queen Fly good Piercy fly There 's Nets preparing for your life and mine There 's nought but Snares and Quick-sands where we tread Unfathom'd Pits hid under painted Grounds Where vast Destruction watches to devour us Farewell Pier. Hear me but first and shew thy Face Thy false dissembling Beauties Many when wrackt have been by Dolphins born And safely landed on the welcome Shore And in the Forests nay the Monsters Dens The Passenger half starv'd for want of Food Has by the Lyons oft been spar'd and fed But Cruel Bullen Cruel Beauty kills All whom it Fetters most on whom it Smiles Nor can the Elements nor gentler Brutes Teach Woman to be pitiful or good Queen Now now just Heav'n y' are showring all your Plagues At once upon my Head and I will bear 'em Bear 'em like one of you and bless the Weight Hear my self false upbraided call'd most perjur'd Deceitful and the Monster of my Sex Ev'n I who you Revengeful Powers above Know love this Cruel Chider to a Fault Ah Piercy Piercy Fly for life begone Each Minute that you stay brings Death to both Pier. Ah hold If not for Love for Pity stay And if no just Complaint can pierce your hearing Then Blessings shall Ten thousand Blessings on you If you will hear the Curst of Mankind speak Roch. Now Sister heard you that By Heav'n it melts me Sure I'm turn'd all the Woman you the Man Queen Give me your hand kind Brother and support me Help for I stagger with the treble Weight Of Grief Despair and Pity My Senses all are charm'd and Feet fast ty'd To this Inchanted Floor Quick or I 'm lost Pier. Yet turn if there 's one jot of Pity in you If Piercy e're was worth one Thought I charge you By the lov'd Name of Anna Bullen stay What then will nothing move O inexorable No not a Look not Piercy worth one Look Yet Rochford hold Canst thou too be so Cruel Fell and obdurate both Is there no hope but will you will you then Begone Queen Fly Brother e're it be too late For shou'd I listen but a Moment more The strength of Hercules were not enough To draw me hence so unruly is my Body And my unwilling Soul so loth to part Pier. Then with my Knees thus fastning to the ground Piercy kneels upon her Robe Your Robe and thus with my extended Arms I 'le force and charm you 'till y'have heard my last Complaint And then forbear to pity if you can Queen Why dost thou hold Why do I hold my self Pier. Ten thousand Curses light upon her Soul In Hell and worse what mine on Earth endures That first taught Woman Falsehood If for a Crown she 's false Oh may that Crown Sit loathsom on her Forehead as her Crimes May Adders nest within th' Ambitious Round And into Stings the fatal Ermins turn When dead may all the Miseries she feels Be through the World recorded as a Mark For faithful Lovers to beware and ne're Be nam'd without a Curse Queen Ah Cruel Piercy Pier. But for my Queen let Heav'n and Angels guard her Her I except from any bitter Fate Let Anna Bullen's Breast be ne're disturb'd Nor Soul upbraided with the Wrongs of Piercy And oh kind Heav'n if there be any Sorrow As sure none e're can be ordain'd for her False as she is I beg that it may fall Only on wretched Piercy's
pay Dian. Ah Royal Mistress England's falling Star Best Pattern that e're Earth receiv'd from Heav'n I need not fear these Eyes should see you dye For e're that time just grief shall-strike me dead Or Torrents of these Tears will make me blind Queen Come lift her to my Arms and let me kiss her For'tis the last kind Office you will do me Now let me press thy little Coral-Lips With my dead pale ones now and oh let me Infuse some of thy Mothers latest Breath In Blessings on thy tender blooming Soul What 's this that tempts me with a Mothers Fondness To break my Resolution and upbraids me That I must leave thee to a Father's Rage And yet more cruel Enemies to both Leave thee a Lamb 'mongst Wolves for all who 've been Thy Mothers Foes will certainly be thine Dian. Tygers nor Devils or what 's more inhumane Envy of Mankind cannot be so Curst Queen See see Diana by my Wrongs it weeps Weeps like a thing of Sense and not a Child Like one well understood in Grief the Tears Drop sensibly in order down its Cheeks And drowns its pretty Speech in thoughtful Sorrow Nothing could shoot Infection through my Breast But this and this has done it Why weeps my Child Ah what a Question 's that â—â—â—n Behold how 't strives and betwixt Tears and Throbs If it could form a Language it would speak Queen Strive not for Words my Child these little drops Are far more Eloquent than Speech can be Be pitiful my Lord and thou my kind Diana ever faithful to thy Queen When I am dead as shortly I shall be Take this poor Babe and carry 't to the King Its Lips just pregnant with its Mother's Fondness Perhaps he 'l take her then into his Arms And tho' the favour were to me deny'd Steal there a Kiss of mine Say 't is the last Request of Anna Bullen North. Remove the little Princess To her Apartment where we streight will come And wait on her as is the Queen's Command Queen Yet let me hold her but a moment longer And with this Kiss that now must be my last Unlock a Secret which Heav'n dictates to me If e're there is a Light that does transcend Dark humane Knowledge in the Breast of Man Fate to foresee there is a Light at Death And that now bids me speak Thou little Child Shalt live to see thy Mother's Wrongs o're paid In many Blessings on thy Womans State From this dark Calumny in which I set As in a Cloud thou like a Star shalt rise And awe the Southern World That holy Tyrant Who binds all Europe with the Yoak of Conscience Holding his Feet upon the Necks of Kings Thou shalt destroy and quite unloose his Bonds And lay the Monster trembling at thy Feet When this shall come to pass the World shall see Thy Mothers Innocence reviv'd in thee Ex. Women with the Princess Eliz. North. Madam with greater pain to me than Racks I 'm forc'd to let you know your Brother's dead And that alas you must prepare Queen My Lord I thank you you mistake your noble Office It is the Voice of Angels to wrong'd Martyrs The sound of Cherubs trumpetting from Heav'n I 've heard it said amongst our many Ends Beheading is the mildest Death of any If it be so I thank my Gracious Lord For I was never us'd to pain How say you North. We cannot wish you less since y' are to dye And if the Heads-man do as he 's commanded 'T will be no more than 't is to drop asleep Queen My Lord I 've but a little Neck Therefore I hope he 'l not repeat his Blow But do it like an Artist at one stroke North. There is no fear He has particular Order Queen Then let me go Heav'n chides my fond delay But tell the King I say it as I just Am going to dye I both forgive and bless him And thank him as my kindest Benefactor First from an humble Maid he lifted me To Honour then he took me to his Bed The highest State that I could be on Earth And now as if he thought he ne're could do Enough for me has mounted me to Heav'n North. Mr. Lieutenant on and lead the way Queen If 't is no Sin to skip one moment now Of what belongs to Heav'n let me remember Poor Piercy once Here take this Innocent Kiss A Token to you both 'T is thine and his Farewel Diana Farewell to you all Dian. A long farewell to all our Sexes Glory Queen Weep not for me but hear my dying Sentence Any that shall hereafter fall like me Falsly accus'd by wicked Men and Traytors Tho' in this World y' are great in Virtue strong Never Blaspheme and say that Heav'n does wrong Nor think an undeserved Death is hard For Innocence is still its own Reward And when th' Almighty makes a Saint sometimes He acts by Contraries and Villains Crimes Whilst thus their Malice always cheated is And leads us but the nearest way to Bliss Exit Queen to Execution with Northumberland and Guards Enter Piercy alone Pier. I dread the horrid deed is done or now A doing else what means this sudden Gloom Clad o're the Morning Sky and all Mankind All pass with Horror â—y with frighted Looks and Voice Lift up to Hâ—â—v'n who sees and hears in vain Then shake their melancholly heads like Time A general Consternation seizes all As if the Universal Empress of the World Nature it self were fled with Anna Bullen Enter a Gentleman with a Hanckerchief stain'd with the Queens Blood Hast thou beheld this great Eclipse of Virtue Speak is the Queen Beheaded Hast thou done As I commanded Gent. Sir when the fatal blow I saw perform'd Swift as a Whirlewind through the Crowd I rush't And as the Blood from their rich Vessels drain'd This Linnen with the Sacred Crimson stain'd Pier. Giv 't me and leave me to my self a moment Now Sacred Drops now Heavenly Nectar first I 'le kiss then pledge you with a Dying Thirst What 's this I feel my Soul beat at my Wound And bid me to remember now 's the time Now to let out Life's Navigable Stream And mix it with this most Celestial Flood Thus as kind Rivers to their Ocean run First I 'le descend by just degrees to Earth Thus on my Knees and wing my Soul to Heaven Kneels Where Anna Bullen waits her Piercy's coming And with this Bloody Sign the Pow'rs implore Like a poor Wretch Ship-wrackt on some Lone-shoar Who spies a Sail far off waves 'em his Hand To come and waft him from the Barren Land Enter Diana Behold the good Diana By those Tears Something of horror 't is thou hast to say Dian. Alas my Lord what have you done Your Wound does bleed afresh Your Looks are alter'd all those Masculine Beauties That shone in your Illustrious Face and made The noblest brave Epitomy of Mankind Are vanisht on a sudden and you hang Like a pale Carcass on my trembling