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The rebellion a tragedy: as it was acted nine dayes together, and divers times since with good applause, by his Majesties Company of Revells. Written by Thomas Rawlins.
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Rawlins, Thomas, 1620?-1670.
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part if here be any My life has injur'd let your charity Forgive declining Machvile I am sorry Ant. His penitence workes strongly on my temper Of disguise see falling Count Antonio forgives thee Mach. Antonio O my shame Can you whom I have injur'd most pardon my guilt Give me thy hand yet nearer this imbrace Betray 's thee to thy death ha ha ha Stabs him So weepes the Aegyptian monster when it kills Wash't in a floud of teares could'st ever thinke Machviles repentance could come from his heart No downe Colossus Author of my sin And beare the burthen mingled with thine owne Enter the King Aur. Evad. old Tay. To finish thy damnation King Accursed villaine thou hast murther'd him That holds not one small drop of loyall blood But what is worth thy life Evad. O my brother Gio. Give him some ayre the wound cannot be mortall Au. Alas he faints O my Antonio Curst Machvile may thy soule Ant. Peace peace Aurelia be more mercifull Men are apt to censure and will condemne Thy passion call it madnesse and say thou Wantst Religion nay weepe not sweet For every one must dye it was thy love For to deceive the Law and give me life But death you see has reacht me O I dye Blood must have blood so speakes the Law of Heaven I slew the Governour for which rash deed Heaven fate and man thus make Antonio bleed Dyes Mach. Sleepe sleepe great heart thy vertue made me ill Authors of vice 't is fit the vitious kill But yet forgive me Oh my great heart Dissolves like snow and lessons to a Rhume Cold as the envious blasts of Notherne wind World how I lov'd thee 't were a sin to boast Farewell I now must leave thee my life Growes empty with my veines I cannot stand my breath Is as my strength weake and both seaz'd by death Farewell ambition catching at a Crowne Death tript me up and head-long threw me downe Dyes King So falls an exhalation from the sky And 's never mist because unnaturall A birth begotten by incorporate ill Whose usher to the gazing World is wonder Enter Petruchio Alas good man thou' rt come unto a sight Will try thy temper whether joy or griefe Shall Conquer most within thee joy lyes here Scater'd in many heapes these when they liv'd Threatned to teare this balsome from our brow And rob our Majesty of this Elyxar points to his Crowne I' st not my right was not I heire to Spaine Pet. You are our Prince and may you live Long to injoy your right King But now looke here 't is plaine griefe has a hand Harder than joy it presseth out such teares Nay rise Pet. I doe beseech your Grace not to thinke me Contriver of Antonio's scape from death 'T was my disloyall daughters breach of duty King That 's long since pardon'd Pet. You 're still mercifull King Antonio was thy sonne I sent for thee For to confirme it but he is dead Be mercyfull and doe not curse the hand That gave it him though it deserve it Au. O my griefes are you not strong enough To breake my heart pray tell me tell me true Can it be thought a sin or is it so By my owne hand to ease my breast of woe King Alas poore Lady rise thy Father 's here Pet. Looke up Aurelia ha why doe you kneele Gio. For a blessing Pet. Why she is not Aurelia doe not mocke me King But he is Sebastiano and your sonne Late by our hand made happy by injoying The faire Evadne dead Antonio's sister For whose sake he became a Tayler And so long liv'd in that meane disguise Pet. My joy had bin too great if he had liv'd The thrifty heaven's mingle our sweets with gall Least being glutted with excesse of good We should forget the giver Rise Sebastiano With thy happy choise mayst thou live crown'd With the injoyment of those benifits My prayers shall beg for rise Aurelio And in some place blest with religious prayers Spend thy left Remnant Au. You advise well indeed it was a fault To breake the bonds of duty and of law But love O Love thou whose all conquering power Builds Castles on the hearts of easie maides And makes 'em strong unto attempt those dangers That but rehearst before wo'd fright their soules Into a Jelly Brother I must leave you And Father when I send to you a note that shall Desire a yearely stipend to that holy place My tyred feet has found to rest them in Pray confirme it And now great King Aurelia begs of you To grace Antonio in the mournefull March Unto his grave which be where you thinke fit We need not be inter'd both in one Vault King Blest Virgin thy desires I will performe Au. Then I leave you my prayers shall still attend you As I hope yours shall accompany me Father your blessing and ere long expect To heare where I am entertain'd a Nunne Brother and Sister to you both adue Antonio dead Aurelia marries new Exit Pet. Farewell girle when I remember thee The Beades I drop shall be my teares Enter Vermine in a Cloake for the Prologue King She 's to all virgins a true mirror They that wo'd behold true love reflect on her There 't is ingross'd 3 Tay. Great King our Grace Old Tay. The King is sad you must not act 3 Tay. How not act Shall not Vermine act Old Tay. Yes you shall act but not now The King is indispos'd 3 Tay. Well then some other time I Virmine The King will act before the King Old Very good pray make your Exit 3 Tay. I le muster up all the Taylers in the The King and Gio. whisper Towne and so tickle their sides Old Nay thou' rt a right Virmine goe be not Troublesome Exit Virmine Gio. Upon my truth and loyalty great King What they did was but fain'd meerely words Without a heart 't was by Antonio's Counsell King Thou art all truth rise The Colonells kneele Omnes Long live King Philip in the calme of peace To exercise his Regall Clemency King Take up Antonio's body and let the rest Finde Christian buriall mercy befits a King Come trusty Tayler And to all Countries let swift Fame report King Philip made a Taylers house his Court Old Your grace much honours me King We can't enough pay thy alone deserts Kings may be poore when Subjects are like thee So fruitfull in all loyall vertuous deeds March with the Body we 'le performe all Rights Of sable Ceremony that done We 'le to our Court since all our owne is won Exeunt FINIS
flutter greedy fooles Whilst I laugh at your folly I have a Wier Set for the Moore and his ambitious Consort Which if my wife wo'd second they are sure Enter Auristella Au. What must she second Mach. Art thou there my love we 're in a path That leades us to a height we may confront The Sun and with a breath extinguish common Starres be but thou rul'd the light That does create day to this City Must be derived from us Au. You are my soule and to my airy Wings add quicker Feathers what taske Wo'd not I run to be cald Queene Did the life blood of all our Family Father and Mother stand as a quicke wall To stop my passage to a Throne I 'de with a Puniard ope their Azure veines And squeese their active blood up into Clods Till they become as cold as winters snow And as a bridge upon their trunkes I 'de goe Ma. Our soules are twinnes and thirst with equal heat For Deity Kings are in all things Gods Saving mortality Au. To be a Queene what danger wo'd I run I 'de spend my life like to a Bare-foot Nun So I might sit above the lesser starrs Of small Nobility but for a day Mach. 'T is to be done sweet love an nearer way I have already with the suger'd baites Of Justice liberallity and all The Foxe like ginns that subtile Statse-men Set to catch the hearts o' th giddy multitude Which if it faile as cautious policy Forbids I build too strongly on their drunke Uncertaine Votes I 'de have thee breake with My great Prisoners Wife as I will Doe with him promise the states equall Devided halfe himselfe shall rule So that if need compell us to take Armes We may have forces from the Realme of France To seate us in the Chaire of Government Au. I never shall indure to walke as equall With proud Philippa no ambitious soule Boyles in a thirsty flame of totall glory I must be all without a second flame To dim our luster Mach. Still my very soule thinkest thou I can indure Compeditor or let an Ethiope sit by Machvils side As partner in his honour no as I have seene I' the Common-wealth of Players one that did act The Thebane Creon's part with such a life I became ravisht and on Raimond meane To plot what he did one the caveling boyes of Oedipus Whilst we graspe the whole dignity Au. As how sweet Machvile Mach. It is not ripe my love The King I heare applauds my justice Wherefore I have sent order that Count Antonio Once being taken be sent to Fill-ford Mill There ground to death Au. What for his wife Mach. Thy envy she I have banisht And her goods to guard a shower of curses From my head I 'ave given the poore Au. Good pollicy let 's home to our designes I hate to be officious yet my frowne Shall be dissolv'd to flattery for a Crowne Exit Mach. Attend your Lady so her forward spleene Tickled with thought of greatnesse makes the Scene attempts run smooth the haughty Moore shall bee the Lader on whose servile backe I le mount to greatnesse If calme peace deny me easie way Rough War shall force it which done Raimond And his Philippa must goe seeke an Empire in Elizium for to rule predominance belongs Alone to me slaves are unworthy rule What state wo'd set a Crowne upon a a Mule Exit Antonio disguis'd sitting in a Closet My soule is heavy and my eye-lids feele The weighty power of lazy Morpheus Each element that breathes a life within me Runs a contrary course and conspire To counterfeit a Chaos whilst the frame And weake supporters of my inward man Cracke as beneath the weight of Atlas burthen A suddaine change how my blear'd eye-lids strive To force a sleepe 'gainst nature O you Powers That rule the better thoughts if you have ought To act on my fraile body let it be with eagles Speed or if your wills so please Let my fore past and undejested wrongs O'rewhelme my thoughts and sinke me to the ground With their no lesse then deaths remembrances Cease bastard slave to clog my sences With the leaden weights of an unwilling sleepe unlesse Thy raw-bon'd brother joyne his force and make A seperation twixt my aiery soule And my all earthly body I am o're come heaven worke your wills my breath Submits to this us 't would submit to death Sleepes Soft Musicke Love descends halfe way then speakes Sleepe intranced man but be Wakefull in thy fancy see Love hath left his Pallace faire And beates his wings against the ayre To ease thy panting breasts of ill Loves a Phisitian our Will Must be obey'd therefore with hast To Flanders fly the ecchoing blast Of Fame shall usher thee along And leave thee pester'd in a throng Of searching troubles which shall be But Bug-beares to thy constancy Enter from one side death and from the other side Aurelia Death strikes three times at Antonio and Aurelia diverts it Exit severally What this same shadow seemes to be In Flanders thou shalt reall see The Maid that seem'd to conquer Death And give thee longer leafe of breath Dotes on thy aire report hath bin Lavish in praysing thee unseene Make hast to Flanders time will be Accus'd of slothfulnesse if she Be longer tortur'd doe not stay My power shall guide thee on the way assended Enter Giovanno and the old Tayler Gio. He is asleepe Old Tay. See how he strugles as if some visions Had assum'd a shape fuller of horrour Then his troubled thoughts Gio. His conscience gripes him to purpose see he wakes Let us observe Ant. Stay gentle power leave Hostage that thy promise Thou 'lt performe And I will offer to thy Diety More then my lazy heart has offer'd yet But stay Antonio can thy easie faith Give credit to a dreame an aiery vision Fram'd by strangling fancy to delude weake Sence with a gay nothing recollect thy selfe Advise thee by thy feares it may force hence This midnights shade of griefe And guild it with a morne as fall of joy As do's bright Phaebus to our Easterne World When blushing he arises from the lap Of Sea-greene Thetis to give a new day birth Gio. Why how now friend what talking to thy selfe Ant. O Giovanno 't is my unpartiall thoughts That rise in war against my guilty conscience O it stings me Old Tay. Be more a man shrinke not beneath a weight So light a child may beare it for beleeve me If my Propheticke feare deceive me not You had done an act Spaine should for ever praise Had you kild Machvile to Ant. As how good Master I must call you so This is your Livery Old O y' are noble Tayler But to Machvile It was my chance being sent for by his wife To take the measure of their noble prisoner Who when I came was busie being plac'd Into a roome where I might easily heare Them talke of Crownes and Kingdomes And of two that should be