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Queen Catharine, or, The ruines of love a tragedy, as it is acted at the New Theatre in Little-Lincolns-Inn-Field by His Majesty's servants / written by Mrs. Pix.
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Pix, Mary, 1666-1720.
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abode Of my fair Queen and Courting the fierce winds That way to bear my sighs sometimes farther urged By my despair upon the extreamest verge of ragged Cliffts that over look the deep I 'd throw my Wretched weight like one destracted tell the Ever beating Waves my Grief and fill the ambient Air with your dear name If thunder grumbl'd o'er my head Or Earthquakes shook the frame beneath By me the Warring Element was unobserv'd My Love my Joy my Peace of mind was lost My Queen was absent and therefore I forsook All Comfort Cat. Beds of Down and guilded roofs were a like Uneasie and without thee food for desperation And now 't is but a kind of doubtfull day Which only glimmers and then will part Us with eternal night Tud Be that night eternal no morrow grant At least this night is ours Cat. Flatter not thy self with hopes now there is Nothing ours yet you may remember nay you must It has been otherwise Henry the First and Noblest Candidate for fame once was yours and mine My Lover and your Royal Friend yeâ— you have Seen me Crown'd the Queen of Nations Beheld my evening Pomp and morning Waiters For you were still the earliest of the Crowd At awfull distance watch'd the motions of my eyes And trembled when you met a glance Henry knew the Holy Fire that warm'd your breast Yet so well he knew both you and me That he never frown'd on either But encourag'd the Chast Friendship Which when Heaven angry with this lower World Snatch'd hence its great protector grew to Love Tud Blest Hero whom future Ages or their best Of future Kings can only hope to faintly Copy Whom when I ever name without Just Veneration May Cankers gnaw my ungratefull Tongue Yet Friendship shall not rob my Love No mighty Queen the first minute these tho' Then hopeless eyes view'd that unimitable frame They dâ—ew in Love witness their divided lids Still stretchâ—d with endless wakings witness the Unbated sorrows the returning years still found Me 〈…〉 witness ten thousand racks But why look I backwards when I can call The Heaven mine for which I served Yes 't is permitted that I may approach My Arms have â—icence to Circle thee and snatch Thee to my heart and hold a place in thine A glory which I 'd not exchange to be The greatest titl'd Slave the busie Globe contains Cat. Oh Tudor Tudor sure thy Mothers blessings And her beauty and her softness hangs about thee The rest of humane Race all seem rugged Thou only art the Child of Love the pattern Made for Poets to form their Hero's by Tud The kindness of these Words nothing but Ecstatick bliss nothing but Joys this night Will bring can raise me higher Cat. My fears distract me you are a Foe Proclaimed shou'd there be Information Given Courts have many spies the Castle Is unguarded let not thy valiant Soul and Over eager Love tempt thee to so imminent A danger tho' yet thy Arm well us'd to Conquest Prompts thee on think alass my Tudor Multitudes o'ercome the bravest Sword Tud Shaâ—… apprehension the Cowards check fright Me from my fair Level not a Man who has Aspired and possessed the greatest Queen on Earth so low in your esteem that imaginary Fears shou'd tear me hence the Niggard Heavens allow us but the present hours the Future still are left to doubtfull Fate Oh! Lovely Catharine if I read in thy looks some Beamy signs of Joy as sure I can for I Understand 'em well bless me with kindness Talk no more of danger let us dream at Least this Castle 's safety ours indulge the Pleasing ecstasie nor wake till we are Forced to wake Cat. She that can love and can deny must not Have a heart like mine Isa Oh! Tud Blest sound Cat. My Isabella I heard the sad murmur of a Stifled sigh my ear catched the broken Sadness Tudor behold your fair guide as the Dearest object of my Friendship nay she Almost Rivals you The kindest maid the Truest creature Companion in all my solitudes Forsaking the allurements the tempting Pleasures which her charming youth and Vast fortunes might have commanded still Has she follow'd my retirement and with Her Innocence and Goodness cheated me Tud For such a faithfull care may That power to whom we pray reward her Equal to my wish continue still that beauteous Loveliness Crown her with happiness lasting As her self can wish Isa My Noble Lord cover me not With blushes Why Royal Madam Did ye speak those Balmy words they wound my heart your kindness Like descending Angels on the impure Strikes me with death Tud What means the Charmer Cat. My Lord she 's sick of our disease in love And now by my commands I hope is Strugling with her yielding heart within I 'll tell ye all the unhappy Circumstances Tud Peace to her mind and may she ever Vanquish all that wou'd disturb her my Queen are the tender pledges of our love The beauteous little ones for beauteous they Are cause Images of thee are they here Cat. My Cherubs my Comforts cou'd they be from Me never I 'll lead you to 'em dear Isabella give Thyrrold strict charge to be Carefull in his watch then attend me in the Bed-Chamber Tud Give me thy hand And as this touch does all my racks remove So may thy fears and think of nought but Love Exit Queen led by Tud Isa What must I think on doubting and the Dreadfull expectation of what 's to come Are terrors that create despair and such a State is mine Oh fairest best of Queens Can you not find in my disordered looks The tumults of my Soul and Chain me Near ye Enter her Woman Wom. Madam Malavill waits without Isa Let him wait a little longer my Esperanza What have we promised dost thou not fear Wom. For you alone I alas am worthless Isa Oh happy happy thou If you consented to Some honest mate and fled no Court wou'd Be allarm'd no Pursuers no life be lost Where shall I unbosom my full heart what Kind adviser help my youth I have no friend I never had but one the unequall'd Queen And she I am flying from Wom. To meet a Faithfull Friend a Noble Husband Isa So I hope but oh I dare not look with reason's Eye into this mad attempt love hurries me Along and love they say is a blind guide if Margaret if Catharine or if Edward seize us Away I will not thing so deeply fasten that Door least from the Castle we are surprized And call Malavill in Exit Wom. Now 't is better in my tormented breast the Scene is changed and Clarence stands in my Minds view all faithful lovely and beloved Oh Haste thee to my Royal Youth and chase these Melancholy fears away Re-enter her Woman with Malavill Mala. My Lord watches the minutes with an impatient Lovers haste numbers 'em with his sighs till the Blest one arrives till I return and more confirm His
to see a wretched Court The very Epitome of sorrow and the lovely Queen Chief Mourner who for her Tudor slain In destraction raves away the hours she hates And from her kneeling Servants refuses either Counsel or Support the fair Isabella too Is forc'd we know not where or to what Fate Dac 'T is from examples like to these we ought To learn there 's no stability below For if these who did command vast Empires Whose eyes cou'd see no limits to their Extended sway yet when the mouldring earth Was theirs cou'd not secure a lasting happiness What Emet what Mole but Man wou'd heave And work on in darkness still living on fates decoy Deluding hope yet never reach the expected day That brings us Joy Sincere Show me this Royal sadness The torrent of whose griefs I 'll strive to calm Tho' 't is impossible to dry the source Curtain rising discovers Queen Catharine sitting on a Couch with Herbs and Flowers by her attended Cat. Here give me more more of the Cypress and That grave shading yew let the Carnutions lose their colour And display the blooming Rose in some black die Till I 've made my Garland Dark as my Woes and Dismal as my Despair Dac Ha! ' is worse than I expected Oh Henry it Is not given sure for those above to view their Friends beneath if 't were this sight wou'd interrupt Thy Peace and turn thee a Sympathizing mourner ' Midst the blest Cat. Who 's there my Lord Dacres Dac Your ready Servant who weeps to see the Majesty of France and England thus employ'd Cat. You think me mad alas Sir I am not so happy Indeed I'm trying ' fast as e'er I can to obtain The blessing but yet I remember that Tudor Was that he was faithfull lovely good and Murder'd for all that yes at my feet he fell Come all ye Bedlam wretches shake your horrid Chains grin and scream around me 'till my Brains are quite o'erturn'd let me feel all your Stripes and wants and straw so I am rid of the Racks my mind indures the Trumpets when They sounded Edward's Victorious entrance here Were such Musick yet that will not do Dac What shall I say words but augment the wounds They cannot cure to tell this Royal fair that She once had temper that she bore my great Masters loss with Saint-like patience to urge That now alass is vain Cat. True Dacres for that was the work of Heaven And Heaven gave me patience but this is Hell All Hell and 't is from thence I rave Dac Fain I wou'd injoyn you hear me I dare not Give my self so bold a name as Friend Cat. Friends I 've none if thou pretend ' st to ought Be gone and leave me Leave me to earth and Deep despair death and destruction are the Only Friends I chuse Here will I fall strow me With herbs and flowers then weep About me as if I were dead perhaps I may Grow senseless Dac Oh deep excess of mourning to which I have But one Argument in answer come forth ye Charming little ones and raise your drooping Mother He leads in the Queens Children in Mourning Cat. rising Ha! Dac Kneel sweet Images of lovely Catharine kneel Speak not but heave your little hands for Mercy 't is the Queen alone can save you whilst She lives France is potent and must be fear'd If violence is offer'd but your Protectress gone You may be swallowed in the Whirpool of Ambition and the crime forgot See how their Infant eyes are wet with tears they are frighted Tho' they do not know for what Cat. Oh Dacres Dacres why hast thou done this Now I do remember Tudor's words his last Desire that I shou'd live for them raise 'em From Earth their tender knees will ake no Let 'em kneel on they are born slaves and Must perhaps be much longer compell'd to Do their duty Dac Now by the Soul of my great master by Royal Henry I read in these small lines Majestick glory Methinks I am inspir'd to say from these branches Shall come a noble stock of Princes which must Bless And Wed and intermixing heal the distracted Land Behold the Queen and Tudor's blooming grace Nature her self can scarce make such another face Cat. Oh bring 'em near me thou Oracle thou soul Of goodness do what thou won't with me and them Dac Upon the banks of Silver Thames there is a Monastery which seems as built for retiring Princes so Quiet and so neatly form'd near the Metropolis it Stands there you may live in peace my self will quit All further thoughts of Business or of State and if I Once inquire into the World it shall be only for Your safety and the good of these Cat. I thank thee Dacres and I thank Heaven I am Compos'd Enter Esperanza Esp Oh horror accumulated sorrows like rowling Billows heap upon us still Dac Peace the Queen but now is calm disturb her With no new affliction Cat. I stand prepar'd there 's nothing now can shock Me Speak Esp The lovely Isabella is brought dead the bearers Say her last request was your Forgiveness that She might be laid at your Royal feet and your Majesty wou'd pardon her unwilling fault Cat. Oh Esperanza too late you told me of her Intended flight Love was her only crime yet she proved Fates cruel Instrument of my undoing why This was why so ordained is beyond mortal inquiry And I shou'd submit Where is the poor unhappy Maid alas But she is past it all and Now finds rest for if soft Innocence can reach The bright Aethereal seats she 's surely there Give order for our instant March let her Corps Precede the dismal journey and let us follow as Those sad Friends their best beloved to the last Stage the Grave My Dacres that 's the sure reception of us all But they sleep best who do with honour fall Exeunt Omnes Enter Edward Duke of Gloucester and Officers Edw She 's gone and with her go all that ever Discompos'd my Soul now to Glory and his Country's Good Edward wholly will devote himself let us towards London take our triumphant way That City in whose favour we are blest Glou. You I suppose have heard that Clarence Proclaims his wrongs a loud that Warwick owns his Cause and with a Guard has sent him to his Castle Edw. Towards that rash Prince my Lords we doubt Not to approve our self a Friend and Brother if Warwick sides with him tho' he stands high In our esteem yet we wo'n't fear the Warrior Nor call the work of Heaven his alone Kingdoms are given by the powers above And the chief blessing is our peoples love Whilst we are just they ought and must be kind No Cement does so fast as Justice bind FINIS