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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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1640
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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 LONDON Printed by I. Okes for Daniell Frere and are to be sold at the Signe of the Red Bull in Little Brittaine 1640 The Actors Names A Cupid King of Spaine Antonio a Count Machvile a Count Three Spanish Colonells Alerzo Fulgentio Pandolpho Petruchio Governour of Filford Raymond a Moore Generall of the French Army Three French Colonells Leonis Gilberty Firenzo Sebastiano Petruchios Sonne in the diguise of a Tayler cald Giovanno Old Tayler Virmine his man Three Taylers more Captaine of the Bandetty Two Ruffians and a Brave Philippa the Moores wife Auristella Machviles wife Evadne Antonios Sister Aurelia Sebastianos Sister Nurse Attendant on Evadne Attendants The Scene SIVILL To the Worshipfull and his honorred Kinsman Robert Ducie of Aston in the County of Stafford Esquire Son to Sir Robert Ducie Knight and Baronet Deceased Sir NOt to boast of any perfections I have never yet bin Owner of Ingratitude and would bee loath Envy should taxe mee now having at this time opportunity to pay part of that debt I owe your love This Tragedy had at the presentment a generall Applause yet I have not that want of modesty as to conclude it wholly worthy your Patronage although I have bin bold to fixe your name unto it Yet however your Charity will be famous in protecting this Plant from the breath of Zoilus and forgiving this my confidence and your acceptance cherish a study of a more deserving Peece to quit the remainder of the ingagement In Your Kinsman ready to serve you Thomas Rawlins To the Reader REader if Courteous I have not so little faith as to feare thy censure since thou knowest youth hath many faults whereon I depend although my ignorance of the Stage is also a sufficient excuse if I have committed any let thy Candor judge mildly of them and thinke not those voluntary favours of my friends by whose compulsive perswasions I have published this a commendations of my seeking or through a desire in me to encrease the Volume but rather a care that you since that I have bin over entreated to present it to you might find therein something worth your time Take no notice of my name for a second worke of this nature shall hardly beare it I have no desire to bee knowne by a thread-bare Cloake having a Calling that will maintaine it woolly Farewell To his loving friend the Author upon his Tragedy The Rebellion TO praise thee friend and shew the reason why Issues from honest love not flattery My will is not to flatter nor for spight To praise or dispraise but to doe thee right Proud daring Rebells in their impious way Of Machivillian darkenesse this thy Play Exactly shewes speakes thee Truths Satyrist Rebellions Foe Times honest Artist Thy continu'd Scenes Parts Plots and Language can Distinguish worthily the vertuous Man From the vicious villaine Earths fatall ill Intending mischeivous Traitor Machivill Him and his trech'rous Complices that strove Like the Gigantick Rebells warre 'gainst Jove To disenthrone Spains King the heavens annoynted By sterne death all were justly disappoynted Plots meet with Counter-plots revenge and blood Rebells ruine makes thy Tragedy good Nath. Richards To his worthy Esteemed Mr. Thomas Rawlins on his Rebellion I May not wonder for the world does know What Poets can and oft times reach unto They oft worke myracles No marvaile than Thou mak'st thy Tailer here a Nobleman Would all the Trade were honest too but he Hath learn't the utmost of the Mystery Filching with cunning industery the heart Of such a beauty which did prove the smart Of many worthy Lovers and doth gaine That prize which others labour'd for in vaine Thou mak'st him valiant too and such a spirit As every Noble mind approves his merit But what Renowne th' ast given his worth t is fit The world should render to thy hopefull wit And with a welcome Plaudit entertaine This lovely issue of thy teeming braine That their kinde usage to this birth of thine May winne so much upon thee for each line Thou hast bequeath'd the World thou 'lt give her tenne And raise more high the glory of thy Penne Accomplish these our wishes and then see How all that love the Arts will honour thee C. G. To my friend Mr. Rawlins upon this Play his Worke FRiend in the faire compleatnesse of your play Y 'ave courted Truth in these few lines to say Something concerning it that all may know I pay no more of praise than what I owe 'T is good and merit much more faire appeares Apparelled in plaine prayse then when it weares A complementall glosse Taylers may boast Th 'ave gain'd by your young Pen what they long lost By the old Proverbe which sayes Three to a man But to your vindicating Muse that can Make one a man and a man Noble they Must wreaths of Bayes as their due praises pay Robert Davenport To the Author on his Rebellion THy Play I ne're saw what shall I say then I in my vote must doe as other men And praise those things to all which common Fame Does boast of such a hopefull growing flame Which in dispight of flattery shall shine Till Envy at thy Glory doe repine And on Pernassus cliffie top shall stand Directing wandring wits to wish'd for Land Like a Beacon o' th' Muses Hill remaine That still doth burne not lesser light retaine To shew that other wits compar'd with thee Is but Rebellion i' th' high'st degree For from thy Labours thus much I doe scan A Tayler is ennobled to a man R. W. To his deare friend Mr. Thomas Rawlins TO see a Springet of thy tender age With such a lofty straine to word a Stage To see a Tragedy from thee in print With such a world of fine Meanders in 't Pusles my wondring soule for there appeares Such disproportion twixt thy Lines and Yeares That when I read thy Lines methinkes I see The sweet tongu'd Ovid fall upon his knee With Parce precor every line and word Runnes in sweet numbers of its owne accord But I am wonder-strook that all this while Thy unfeather'd quill should write a Tragicke stile This above all my admiration drawes That one so young should know Dramatticke Lawes 'T is rare and therefore is not for the span Or greasie thumbes of every common man The Damaske Rose that sprouts before the Spring Is fit for none to smell at but a King Goe on sweet friend I hope in time to see Thy Temples rounded with the Daphnean Tree And if men aske who nurst thee I le say thus It was the Ambrosian Spring of Pegasus Rob. Chamberlain To his Friend Mr. Thomas Rawlins on his Play called the Rebellion I Will not praise thee Friend nor is it fit Least I be said to flatter what y' have writ For some will say I writ to applaud
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