King Here on this humble ground lies he That once was King of this vast Monarchy Alas What are we Kings what 's Majesty But like a flattring glass that shews forth pride And with one stripe of all destroying death Is past to nothing lookes that face now Like to a brow that did command a Kingdome Thus pale and bloodless was this the head That wore the golden wreath thus groveld all with earth Take up the body and let it have a second buriall And layd within the sepulchers of Kings Our self will take our way And make a progress to establish Laws That this our Land Iustice may rule so even Our life may be acceptable to heaven Eâ—euâ—â— Enter Chorus The body being intomb'd King Edmund takes A progress through the Realm to establish Laws Himself in Iudgment Sits to hear mens cause Five years he spent mean time what cares befell Unto his Love the Nun of Holy-well And her affection'd Father now behold What 's done in shew I shall in words unfould A dumb shew Enter Thorny with Cittizens giving them large summes of money shewing them the money desires them to see his building goe forward takes his leave with a deaths head in his hand goes into the tombe Second dumbe shew Enter one way Edmund Wiltshire Bishop Lutius at the other Woodford and the Child he kneeles delivers to the King a Letter and a Ring he reads the Letter and smiles blesses the Child and gives it to Wiltshire the King and Bishop departes to see Anne Chorus Old Thorny thus o're grown with misery Who never more would see his vertuous Child But in a plot of ground a mile from London Builds up a tombe where night and day he lives His goods are sold and to the poor he gives Large sommes of money and takes a solemâ— oath Of those his friends and worthy Cittizens Fast by his tombe to build a famous Abbey And with three hundred work men dayly plied To have it finisht ere old Thorny died This done the King returned back to London And faithfull Woodford watching a fit time Presents him with a Letter and a Ring His long forsaken love had sent to him Which read the King wiâ—h much astonishmenâ— Remembers her and doth with teares express How much he blames his much forgetfulness Vowing to see her presents to him his Son Being grown to years of some dâ—scretion Which the King gladly takes and smiles on him What now shall follow with your gratious favour We humbly beg attention to the end And if we fail to please we 'le strive to mend Exit Ent. Old Thorny in his tombe Oh brightsome day thus low poor Thorny bows To strive with briny teares thy gladsome light Whose hopes have shut him up in darksome night Here in this tombe sequestred from the world Will Thorny spend his life and with my nayls To dig my grave and in this glass to see And view the end of all mortality Court-pomp and Citty pride look look on this And teach your souls the way to happiness â—oor flesh and blood is this the face of man After the worlds sad separation Must all return to this oh London London Thy flattery and guile Has bin the cause that I my self exil'd By Servants sorrow and Daughters sin I will behold thy populous streets no more Nor breath in thee nor surfet in thy store Here in my grave I 'le live and learn to dye That after death my Soul to Heav'n may fly Enter Lobster 'T is a fine world when a man must call a man Out of his grave to eat vittles They talke of watching of a dead corse I am Sure I have watcht a quick one this Month and brought him meat so long That I am almost starv'd my self I have brought him a clean shirt I would he would shift himself I found a lowse about him as big as The top of my thumb I thought as much He 's talking with that same casts head still Sure 't is a Lawyers head he Findes so much talke wiâ—h it it is not abel to Answer a wise word I am so hungry My guts are allmost clung together Mr pray will you leave your prating To that Memento mori and go to break-feast Thorn No set it down I have no mind of meat Till we have thankfull bin we should not eat Lobst Will you say grace and if you 'le wash your hands I 'le fetch some water Thor. Oh vanity of fooles hast thou thus long Bin my carefull contemplation And learn'st thou nothing yet look on this heaâ— This careless skull had flesh and blood And all like this must meet deformity What swearer sees this moth does not tremble Oh man how vain art thou that speakest thâ— labours For one bewitching minute of this world And after all thy joys to hell be hurld Lobst I would I were at the heaven of my vittals I 'de talke of hell afterward Thorn Hast thou no abstinence for pious workâ— Lobst There 's a piece of pye I would faine be at it Will you eat that and leave talking to that Testâ— de morte Thorn Go call my friends that over see my work Bid them come speak with me and then I 'le eat Lobst I will Sir but I 'le take away the provant Least they oversee that you see over Ent. 2 Cittizens My Master would speak with you 1 Citt. All haile to you Sir Thor. All are alike to me storm hayl or snow I take them thankfully You two were sworn overseers and performers of my will Tell me how goes the Abbey forward 2 Citt. 'T is allmost finisht Sir Thorn When it is finisht I 'le have it dedicated Unto the Monks of St Benedict's Order And since I have no child to keep my fame â—e call it Thorny-Abbey by my name 1 Cit. We shall perform your charge good Sir for pitty At least remember your most wretched daughter Thorn You tear my heart when you but mention her Were every penny that is mine a pound And the least part of it given for her dowry Would raise her to the Title of a Queen She never should possess it Her soul sin Hath brought myne age with sorrow to the grave 2 Citt. Poor soul she spends her hours in a reclusive life With holy Nunnes and lives a votarist in Holy-well That comfort Sir should somewhat ease your grief Thorn It does it does and draws down tears to hear it Give her a constant heart oh powerfull heavenl Still to perseveâ—e in that pious end And as a signe that I forgive so she continues firme Bear her this blessed token sent from me A Fathers gift and charge her carefully To look upon this head and there select Reasons to answer all the Arguments Of flesh and blood there she shall see The perfect way to find eternity And so for ever may your soules be blest Whilst from the world and you I thus take rest Exit Lob. Are they gone then Lobster lay abouâ— thee
ever murder done and hid so rarely The body buried in the rivers bottom What policy of men can ever finde it Ha! who is 't that speaks so loud crack the clouds This crying seene is not yet heard in heaven I hope Is it for that this dreadfull voyce of thunder Roules through the black inraged Elements And wraps this bright diapome in fire Or are these sounds the knelling obsequies You use to keep at a King's Funerall if so King treason out but onely this I barr Wake not the dead nor name the Murderer Exit Ent. Bishop and VViltshire Sibert meeting them B. Lu. Angels defend us what a night is here Sib. How now my Lords you have had ill rest to night VVilt Who but the dead can sleep in such loud summons The blessed powers defend us 't is most fearfull B. Lu. We come to see the King in this sick hour Sib. And for that only cause my Reverend Lords We draw our care so nigh his Highness chamber That had he call'd we had attendant bin To furnish his desire but sure he wakes not VVilt And sure he sleepes not let 's to his chamber Sib. With all my heart See here comes my Lady Ent. Emma B. Lut. Alas good Lady wak'd from your bed with thunder Em. Oh! who can rest in such a dreadfull hearing When every crack of thunder that breaks forth Seems as if heaven would fall upon our heads VVilt Noble Lady accompany us to the King's bed-chamber Em. With all my heart I 'me sorry he 's thus disturbed VVilt Softly least being not yet awak'd We fright his Highness with our suddain coming Ha! the bed empty his Highness sure is up My Lord my Leige ha no answer B. Lut. Strengthen me heaven lights here a little Is not this blood Sib. Ha blood more lights VVilt I fear my royal blood my Lord my Leige my King Sib. Cry treason louder then this voice o' th thunder 'T is that that he hath all this while proclaimed And we dull animals could not perceive it Treason murder treason All. Treason murder treason Sib. Call for the Pages raise up all the Court. And hollow treason through out every room Oh! who is he hath staind my Loyalty And made my house the author of this treason Ent. Pages VVilt Be patient Sibert here come the Pages Let 's examine them Page Where 's the King Sib. Who 's that that speaks so drowsily base villains When blood of Kings besmears the Royall bed Page Ha the King 's murdred my Royal Master Thy loss is our decay Sib. Die Loyall traitors you have murdred him Kills them O're take him Slaves or hide your guilt in hell VVilt Alas my Lord you doe you know not what Sib. Doe you uphold them take heed tempt not your spotles Loyalties with any scrupulous thought I would fain beleeve That you were as my self right loyall Amb. 1. That shall be seen Sir in our diligence Sib. You talke but nothing doe search for the body If we find that we soon shall find the traitors Search every room the body is not far The murderer will be found black deeds of hell Who was the author Exit Sibert and Emma Em. Those that will not tell VVilt This is a horrid night Bish. To kill the Pages unexamined these are not just proceedings VVilt I doe not blame his loyalty but his rage That in their deaths we should have questioned Prevents the means of our discovery Bish. This night is fatall for 't is hatch't in blood VVilt Heaven cease this thunder 't is a time of sorrow But come my Lord think of the Kingdoms safety First let us resolve with swiftest speed To greet the Earl of London Royal Prince Edmund with thiâ— heavy news Bish. As 't is most fit See here 's Sibert Ent. Sibert Sib. No marvail tho the heavens speak in thunder To see anointed blood spilt on the earth And in my house oh heavens VVilt Nay good my Lord forbear Sib. Did not I tell you that those drousie Pages Whom this hand slew I thank heaven for it Were the tour traitors perhaps hired to doe it Lut. That we would have found my Lord. Sib. I would my heat of rage had given you leave I doe repent it now but 't is most certain For that the Postern gate whose keys they had in keeping Was now found open tax me to any pains To find this treason set me down half the world For my own travail I 'le bring the Traitor forth Or ne're return Lut. Use your care whilest we send post away This night 's the worst that ever covered day Exit VVilt and Bishop Lut. Sib. Ha ha ha ha the best to me So so Speak louder thunder make a more horrid night Conscience is not at home thou canst not fright Crie Traitor stil though I thy meaning know Here 's none that understands thou call'st me so Exit Ent. Edmund and Anne Edm. Nay doe not grieve An. Can you allow me less then teares my Lord Oh what a noble Traitor have you prov'd In that deceiving ring that brought me to you Edm. When I beheld this glorious frame of Nature This ever prais'd yet never prais'd enough Proportion O what a suddain passion I was in The Queen of love drew forth a fieâ—y shaft And shot my brest which rancle did so sore The more I let it rest it rag'd the more Till from the store-house of my hatching brain This balsome of remedie I distill'd And cured the wound this rich Embassador Discover'd to me more then the Indies wealth An. Oh! what a jewell then beyond esteem Have I then lost which gold can ne're redeem Edm. That is not lost that is repayd with love Such is our fair exchange had some rude slave Polluted thy white soul with ugly lust Thou then hadst cause to grieve but my desire Was free from the least baseness what I have borrowed Of thy maidenstore I will repay and with a husbands love Give satisfaction nay weep not good sweet-heart An. A pretty Epitaph for wantons to congratulate withall You did salute me with a sweeter name Then I imagine this sweet-heart to be But you have robd me of it Edm. Nay lovely maid An. Were it heavens will would I had kept that name Edm. Would you have then ingrost perfection And like a usurer have hoarded up The Princely jewell of your maidenhead And let pale death have bin your husband You were created that from you should spring The worlds increase then would you most unkind Alter what you were made for 't is A husband you must have and if 't be so Why not as good me as another man An. If you want no vail to shadow Sir How many have you caught within this snare Am I the first Edm. Yes by this blessed aire Nor art thou caught in any lustfull net But in a sacred matrimoniall band Which we have registred in heavens white book Where all the sacred Hymeneall oaths Are writ in
I a King's Son Mother An. I dare not say thou art yet heaven weâ— knowes it Wilt. Our good King 's fair soul hath confest it An. My duty on my knees I render him Beseeching you to assure his Majesty That if the holy vows of faithfull hearts Witnest by heaven may make a marriage lawfull Without this earthly ceremonious state This câ—ild is onely hiâ— legâ—t mate Edm. I can forbear no longer I believe thee Come to my soul thou best of women Within this small circumference of my armes I hold a jâ—wel That which â— prise more then my diadem Come my dear love An. Oh my dear Lord Abb. The King turn'd Friar Edm. Come I must take away your Votariâ— Abb. Your Highness may command so she be pleas'd I could my self change states to be so rais'd Edm. Dry up these tears all grief is overthrown An. Content be yours I am no more my own But Oh! my Father Edm. Has lost himself in grief but when he hears Our sacred union he 'll find new joys Come my fair Queen set forward to our Court Where we 'l espouse thee On Reverend Bishop Thy hand shall joyn us let all people sing Anne Thorny's wife unto Great Englands King Exit Ent. Old Thorny led by an Angel Th. Oh! stay thou Minister yet speak to me Why hast thou led me all this silent night 'Bout this large building as if y 'ould survey Their workmanship and statelinesse I did not for my self erect this pile I have a Pallace for my proper use Ang. From the white path of blest Eternitie I 'me sent to comfort thy mortality Persevere Thorny as thou hast begun Thou shalt be made a bright-Celestiall Sun And with a quire of Angels thou shalt sing Thy pilgrimage and toyl is almost ended And now arriv'd whither thy steps have tended Leaving the world and her abortive race And sit as King in an immaculate place Exit Thor. Into what Sphear is my transcending soul Climb'd from the earth me thinks even now I see How death comes in to part this world and me I 'le hast me to my tombe and meet thee there What ho my man wake Sirrah rise and leave My silent tomb I 'le now go sleep my self Lob. I can never rest sleeping nor waking· This 't is to serve a Master that 's troubled with Chollimolly Some talk of taking pleasure in their bed I 'm sure I take none there for I am almost asleep before I go to bed and I am call'd up before I wake And this my masters bed that he sayes shall be his grave is none of the softest and surely none of the easiest neither for if it were he would not talk so much of it He thinks says and speaks of nothing else but of that and his dying two things I can't abide to hear of If he would mention good provision as plum-PUDDING good pouder'd beef mutton or veal turkies or capons pasties or tarts there were some comfort towards the keeping up of this poor frail flesh But he 's alwayes peeping on a bare deadman's head talking of grim death of an hourglasse run out and of tapers that are burnt and such like heavy stuffe that my weak stomack can't digest Well I 'le walk easily home and see what â—oan hath provided for us for unlesse I do look after all we shall have nothing Exit Thorney awakes and enters Thus thus my joyes are quite extinguisht never To be reviv'd thus gon thus gon for ever Oh world what art thou naught but discontent A Chaos of confusion making man repent All his delight and pleasure he hath past That bringeth naught but misery at last Oh heaven how much unto thee am I bound That I an end of this my grief have found And through this pilgrimage of life at last Wiâ—h patience through it I have gone and past But oh the sad remembrance of my child Has drawn back my grief that now was quite exil'd Still gripes my heart but being now to die All dying men should end in charity I doe forgive her now doe thou so heaven And then the debt of her defame is even Enter Young Edmund Wiltshire and Woodford Young Edm Good Sir where where 's my grandfather Pray shew him me That I may ask his blessing on my knee Thorn Ha! what apparition's this I was awake even now Why doe you kneel or thus stand bare about me You doe not worship me I 'me sure I am no Idol You hear me speak I hope VVood. We think no less but that you are a man And living This Mr. Thorney is the Royal Prince Thorn Pray pardon me I doe not come at Court You see good Sir what doting age can doe It is my duty then to kneel to you VVood. Stand up good Sir alas why doe you kneel Why doe you turn aside Thorn Stand up my Daughters Son And tempt no more my resolution I 'le ne're more see thee nor thy worthy Mother Queen Though trap't with all the ornaments of state And for her memory even Thee I hate Yet though I see thee not thus on thy head I 'le backward lay my hand and bend my knee With sighs and tears to pull a blessing down Shall be more pretious then thy fathers Crown Let heaven and holy Angels ever spread Their blest beatitudes upon thy head Peace crown thy days all graces thee attend And to thy race let thy race never end Live long in virtue let thy good o'regrow thee Or die before thy bad shall overthrow thee Nay rise my Child thy face ne're more I 'le see But pray to send thee blest eternitie Commend me to thy Mother say that I Freely forgive her and to heavens doe pray To wipe her deep insculped sins away And though on earth she now is placed high Oh! let her ne're transcend Humility My starrs burn dim my times sand-glass is run Record what for a daughter I have done And to the King my Royal Son say thus That his baâ—e Father dy'd ambitious For when his fainting body thus sunk down His soul flew up to heav'n to gain a Crown Young Edm. O my Grandsire Dyes VVood. I want tears to lament his misery VVilt Where 's the Reverend man VVood. He 's dead he 's dead My good Lord of Wiltshire Before the gasp of his last breath was gon His speech being usher'd with a deep fetcht groan Through the sad confluence and mistie throng Of his distracted thoughts his feeble tongue Dropt forth these words Thus fleet thus transitory Is mans delight and all that painted glory Poor earth can give Nor wealth nor bloud nor beauty Can quit the debt that necessary duty They owe to change and time but like a flow'r They flourish now and fade within an hour Wilt. The world is like a Play his glass is run Death acts the Epilogue and thus his dayes are done The King and Queen are come to comfort him VVood. They come too late Whirlewinds of grief has overwhelm'd lifes state VVilt He is then dead Alas this suddain death Will strike the Court with grief and heaviness But hark they come Ent. King Queen and Attendants King Where 's aged Thorny Quee. Where 's my displeased Father VVoodf Here 's his Effigies drawn unto the life By the grave workman of mortality All dreading death this doth prefigurate Man's pilgrimage on earth whose steps do tend To bring his life unto his journyes end Queâ—n O me unhappie eyes rain down bring drops And with them here embalme my Father's Corps Had I but got his blessing e'â—e he died I had bin happy Young Edm. You want not that Mother For in his blessing me he did name you And sent to you a blest Beatitude Queen Heaven quit him for 't let all the Court In black lament his death And let 's in sighes chaunt forth his requiem And to express my love unto the Hearse From whence I came the Nuns I 'le freely give Five hundred pounds a year whiles that I live King And I 'le make sure thy gift And now His old lamented Corps let be convai'd Upon a Chariot lin'd and oâ—erlaid With Sables then to receive the Crown Prepar'd for Virtue and deserv'd Renown Where now we leave him to be full pâ—sâ—est Of endlesse peace and everlasting Rest. Set on to Court 'till a fit time doth call To solemnize this mournfull Funeral And while the world shall last old Thorny's name Shall live recorded in the book of Fame FINIS ⸫ 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 ⸫ Here the Candles are putting out