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B17587	The loyal subject, or, The faithful general a play acted at the Theatre-Royal by Her Majesties servants / the authors, Mr. Beaumont and Mr. Fletcher ; with a preface.	Fletcher, John, 1579-1625.; Beaumont, Francis, 1584-1616.	1700 (1700)	Wing B1593	56,060	82

whisper'd And whisper'd for a Truth Ar. A Dog drunken People That in their Pot see Visions And turn States Mad-men and Children Prithee do not follow me I tell thee I am angry Do not follow me The. I am as angry As you for your Heart I and wilful too go like a Woodcock And thrust your Neck i th' noose Ar. I le kill thee And thou speak'st but three words more Do not follow me Exit The. A strange old foolish Fellow I shall hear yet And if I do not my part hiss at me Exit SCENE V. Enter two Servants preparing a Banquet 1. Ser. Believe me Fellow here will be lusty drinking Many a washt Pate in Wine I warrant thee 2. Serv. I am glad the old General 's come upon my conscience That joy will make half the Court drunk Hark the Trumpet They are coming on away 1 Ser. We 'll have a Rowse too Exit Enter Duke Archas Burris Borosky attend Gentlemen Duk. Come seat your selves Lord Archas sit you there Ar. 'T is far above my worth Duk. I le have it so Are all things ready Bor. All the Guards are set The Court Gates shut Duk. Then do as I prescrib'd you Be sure no further Bor. I shall well observe you Duk. Come bring some Wine here 's to my Sister Gentlemen A Health and much to all Ar. Pray fill it full Sir 'T is a high Health to Vertue here Lord Burris A Maiden Health you are more fit to pledge it You have a Maiden Soul and much I honour it Passion o' me you are sad Man Du. How now Burris Go to no more of this Ar. Take the Rowse freely 'T will warm your Blood and make you fit for jollity Your Graces Pardon when we get a Cup Sir We old Men prate a pace Du. Mirth makes a Banquet As you love me no more Bur. I thank your Grace Give me it Lord Borosky Boros I have ill Brains Sir Bur. Damnable ill I know it Boros But I le pledge Sir This vertuous Health Enter a Servant with Mourning Cloak Bu. The more unfit for thy Mouth Du. Come bring out Robes and let my guests look nobly Fit for my Love and Presence begin downward Off with your Cloaks take new Ar. Your Grace deals truly Like a munificent Prince with your poor Subjects Who would not fight for you what cold dull Coward Durst seek to save his Life when you would ask it Begin a new Health in your new Adornments The Dukes the Royal Dukes ah what have I got Sir ah the robe of Death Duk. You have deserv'd it Ar. The Livery of the Grave do you start all from me Do I smell of Earth already Sir look on me And like a Man is this your Entertainment Do you bid your worthiest Guests to bloody Banquets Enter a Guard A Guard upon me too this is too foul play Boy to thy good thine Honour thou wretched Ruler Thou Son of Fools and Flatterers Heirs of Hypocrites Am I serv'd in a Hearse that sav'd you all Are you Men or Devils do you gape upon me Wider and swallow all my Services Entomb them first my Faith next then my Integrity And let these stuggle with your mangy Minds Your sear'd and seal'd up Consciences till you burst Boros These words are Death Ar. No those Deeds that want rewards Sirrah Those Battles I have fought those horrid Dangers Leaner then Death and wilder then Destruction I have march'd upon these honour'd Wounds times Story The Blood I have lost the Youth the Sorrows suffer'd These are my death these that can n'er be recompenc'd These that you sit a brooding on like Toads Sucking from my Deserts the Sweets and Favours And render me no pay again but Poisons Bor. The proud vain Soldier thou hast set Ar. Thou lyest Now by my little time of Life lyest basely Malitiously and loudly how I scorn thee If I had sweld the Soldier or intended An Act in Person leaning to dishonour As you would fain have forced me witness Heaven Where clearest understanding of all Truth is For these are spightful Men and know no piety When Olin came grim Olin when his Marches His last Incursions made the City sweat And drove before him as a Storm drives Hail Such showers of frosted Fears shook all your Heart-strings Then when the Volga trembled at his Terror And hid his seven curl'd Heads afraid of brusing By his arm'd Horses Hoofs had I been false then Or blown a treacherous fire into the Soldier Had but one spark of Villany liv'd within me Ye 'ad had some shadow for this black about me Where was your souldiership why went not you out And all your right honourable Valour with you Why met you not the Tartar and defi'd him Drew your dead doing Sword and buckl'd with him Shot through his Squadrons like a fiery Meteor And as we see a dreadful clap of Thunder Rend the stiff hearted Oaks and toss their Roots up Why did not you so charge him you were sick then You that dare taint my Credit slipt to Bed then Stewing and fainting with the Fears you had A whorson shaking fit opprest your Lordship Blush Coward knave and all the World hiss at thee Duk. Exceed not my command Exit Bor. I shall observe it Exit Ar. Are you gone too Come weep not honest Burris Good loving Lord no more Tears 't is not his Malice This Fellow's Malice nor the Duke's Displeasure By bold bad Men crowded into his Nature Can startle me Fortune ne'er raz'd this Fort yet I am the same the same Man living dying The same Mind to 'em both I poize thus equal Only the Jugling way that told me to it The Judas way to kiss me bid me welcome And cut my Throat a little Sticks upon me Farwel commend me to his Grace and tell him The World is full of Servants he may have many And some I wish him honest he 's undone else But such another doating Archas never So try'd and touch'd a Faith farewel for ever Bur. Be strong my Lord you must not go thus lightly Ar. Now what 's to do what says the Law unto me Give me my great Offence that speaks me guilty Bor. Laying aside a thousand petty Matters As Scorns and Insolencies both from your self and followers Which you put first fire to and these are deadly I come to one main Cause which though it carries A Strangeness in the Circumstance it carries Death too Not to be pardon'd neither you have done a Sacrilege Ar. High Heaven defend me Man how how Borosky Bor. You have took from the Temple those vow'd Arms The holy Ornament you hung up there No absolution of your Vow no order From Holy Church to give 'em back unto you After they were purified from War and rested From Blood made clean by Ceremony from the Alta You snatch'd 'em up again again you wore 'em Again you stain'd 'em stain'd your Vow the Church too And rob'd it of that right was none

The. We 'll die here first Bur. Farewel You 'll hear on 's presently Ar. Stay Burris this is too poor too beggarly a Body To bear the Honour of a Charge from me A sort of tatter'd Rebels go provide Gallouses You are troubled with hot Heads I 'll cool you presently These look like Men that were my Soldiers Now I behold 'em nearly and more narrowly My honest Friends where got they these fair Figures Where did they steal these Shapes Bur. They are struck already Ar. Do you see that Fellow there that goodly Rebel He looks as like a Captain I lov'd tenderly A Fellow of a Faith indeed Bur. He has sham'd him Ar. And that that bears the Colours there most certain So like an Ancient of mine own a brave Fellow A loving and obedient that believe me Burris I am amaz'd and troubled and were it not I know the general Goodness of my People The Duty and the Truth the stedfast Honesty And am assur'd they would as soon turn Devils As Rebels to Allegiance for mine Honour Bu. Here needs no Wars Put. I pray forgive us Sir Anc. Good General forgive us or use your Sword Your Words are double Death All. Good noble General Bur. Pray Sir be merciful Ar. Weep out your shames first You make me Fool for Company Fie Soldiers My Soldiers too and play these Tricks What 's he there Sure I have seen his Face too yes most certain I have a Son but I hope he is not here now Would much resemble this Man wondrous near him Just of his height and making too you seem a Leader The. Good Sir do not shame me more I know your Anger And less than Death I look not for Ar. You shall be my Charge Sir it seems you want Foes When you would make your Friends your Enemies A running Blood you have but I shall cure you Bur. Good Sir Ar. No more good Lord beat forward Soldiers And you march in the Rear you have lost your Places Exeunt SCENE VI. Enter Duke Olimpia Honoira Viola Du. You shall not be thus sullen still with me Sister You do the most unnobly to be angry For as I have a Soul I never touch'd her I never yet knew one unchast Thought in her I must confess I lov'd her as who would not I must confess I doated on her strangely I offer'd all yet so strong was her Honour So fortify'd as fair no Hope could reach her And whilst the World beheld this and confirm'd it Why would you be so jealous Ol. Good Sir pardon me I feel sufficiently my Follies Penance And am asham'd that Shame a thousand Sorrows Feed on continually Would I had never seen her Or with a clearer Judgment look'd upon her She was too good for me so heavenly good Sir Nothing but Heaven can love that Soul sufficiently Where I shall see her once again Enter Burris Du. No more Tears If she be within the Dukedom we 'll recover her Welcome Lord Burris fair News I hope Bu. Most fair Sir Without one Drop of Blood these Wars are ended The Soldier cool'd again indeed asham'd Sir And all his Anger ended Du. Where 's Lord Archas Bur. Not far off Sir with him his valiant Son Head of this Fire but now a Prisoner And if by your sweet Mercy not prevented I fear some fatal Stroke Drums Enter Archas Theodore Gentlemen Soldiers Du. I hear the Drums beat Welcome my worthy Friend Ar. Stand where you are Sir Even as you love your Country move not forward Nor plead for Peace till I have done a Justice A Justice on this Villain none of mine now A Justice on this Rebel Hon. O my Brother Ar. This fatal Firebrand Du. Forget not old Man He is thy Son of thine own Blood Ar. In these Veins No treachery e'er harbour'd yet no mutiny I ne'er gave life to lewd and headstrong Rebels Duk. 'T is his first Fault Ar. Not of a thousand Sir Or were it so it is a Fault so mighty So strong against the Nature of all Mercy His Mother were she living would not weep for him He dare not say he would live The. I must not Sir Whilst you say it is not fit your Grace's mercy Not to my life apply'd but to my fault Sir The World's forgiveness next last on my Knees Sir I humbly beg Do not take from me yet the Name of Father Strike me a thousand Blows but let me dye yours Ar. He moves my Heart I must be suddain with him I shall grow faint else in my Execution Come come Sir you have seen Death now meet him bravely Du. Hold hold I say a little hold consider Thou hast no more Sons Archas to inherit thee Ar. Yes Sir I have another and a Nobler No Treason shall inherit me young Archas A Boy as sweet as young my Brother breeds him My noble Brother Brisky breeds him nobly Him let your favour find give him your honour Enter Putsky alias Brisky an d Alinda alias Archas. Put. Thou hast no Child left Ar chas none to inherit thee If thou strik'st that stroke now behold young Archas Behold thy Brother here thou bloody Brother As bloody to this Sacrifice as thou art Heave up thy Sword and mine 's heav'd up strike Archas And I 'll strke too as suddenly as deadly Have Mercy and I 'll have Mercy The Duke gives it Look upon all these how they weep it from thee Choose quickly and begin Du. On your Obedience On your Allegiance save him Ar. Take him to you Sold. shout And sirrah be an honest Man you have reason I thank ye worthy Brother welcome Child Mine one sweet Child Du. Why was this Boy concealed thus Put. Your Grace's Pardon Fearing the Vow you made against my Brother And that your Anger would not only light On him but find out all his Family This Young Boy to preserve from after danger Like a young Wench hither I brought my self In the Habit of an ordinary Captain Disguis'd got Entertainment and serv'd here That I might still be ready to all Fortunes The Boy your Grace took nobly entertain'd him But thought a Girl Alinda Madam Ol. Stand away And let me look upon him Du. My young Mistriss This is a strange Metamorphosis Alinda Al. Your Graces humble Servant Du. Come hither Sister I dare yet scarce believe mine Eyes how they view one another Dost thou not love this Boy well Ol. I should lye else Trust me extreamly lye Sir Du. Didst thou never wish Olimpia It might be thus Ol. A thousand times Du. Here take him Nay do not blush I do not jest kiss sweetly Boy you kiss faintly Boy Heaven give you Comfort Teach him he 'll quickly learn there 's two Hearts eas'd now Ar. You do me too much honour Sir Duk. No Archas But all I can I will can you love me speak truly Hon. Yes Sir dearly Du. Come hither Viola can you Love this Man Viol. I 'll do the best I can Sir Duk. Seal it Burris We 'll all to Church together instantly And then a Vie for Boys stay bring Borosky Enter Borosky I had almost forgot that lump of Mischief There Archas take the Enemy to honour The Knave to worth do with him what thou wilt Ar. Then to my Sword again you to your Prayers Wash off your Villanies you feel the Burthen Bor. Forgive me ' ere I die most honest Archas 'T is too much honour that I perish thus O strike my Faults to kill them that no Memory No black and blasted Infamy hereafter Ar. Come are you ready Bor. Yes Ar. And truly penitent to make your way straight Bor. Thus I wash off my Sins Ar. Stand up and live then And live an honest Man I scorn Mens ruine Take him again Sir try him and believe This thing will be a perfect Man Du. I take him Bor. And when I fail those Hopes Heaven's Hopes fail me Duk. You are old no more Wars Father Theodore take you the Charge be General The. All good Bless you Duk. And my good Father you dwell in my Bosom From you rise all my good Thoughts when I would think And examine Time for one that 's fairly Noble And the same Man through all the straights of Vertue Upon this Silver Book I 'll look and read him Now forward merrily to Hymens Rights To Joys and Revels Sports and he that can Most honour Archas is the noblest Man Exeunt FINIS Lately Printed the Northern Lass or The Nest of Fools The Royal Merchant or Beggars Bush Both Comedies