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A10495
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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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of my Mistris can use a temper An. Brave your mistris Enter Machvile with Officers Ma. Lay hold on him Ere we presume to meete the enemy Wee le purge the City lest the wrath of heaven Fall heavy on us Antonio I arrest thee Of Capitall treason 'gainst the King and Realme To prison with him Evad. O my lost brother Gi. 'T is but an errour treason d' ye call it to kill The Governour in heate of blood and not intended For my Evadne's sake something I le doe Shall save his life Exit Ma. To prison with him An. Farewell Evadne as thou lovest the peace Of our dead Ancestors cease to love So loath'd a thing a Tayler Why 't is the scorne of all therefore be rul'd By thy departing Brother doe not mixe With so much basenesse Come Officers beare me e'ne where you please My opprest conscience no where can have ease Exit with Officers Ma. Lady we here enjoyne you to Your Chamber as a prisoner to Waite a further censure your brothers Fault has pul'd a punishment upon your head Which you must suffer Evad. Ene what you please your tyranny can't beare A shape so bad to make Evadne feare Strong innocence shall guard my afflicted soule Whose constancy shall tyranny controule Exeunt A noise within crying Rescue Rescue Enter Antonio and Guard to them Giavanno and Taylers and Rescues him and beate them off Enter a Officer meeting Machvile Of. A troope of Taylers by force have tane Antonio from us and have borne him spight Of the best resistance we could make unto some Secret place we can not finde him Ma. Screech owle dost know what thou hast said Death finde him or you dye O my crosse starres He must not live to torture our next sence But dye though he had no fault but innocence Exit Enter Giovanno Antonio and the old Tayler Gi. Can this kindnesse merit your love Doe I deserve your sister An. My sister worthy Tayler 't is a gift lyes not in me to give aske something else 't is thine although it bee gain'd with the quite extinguishing of this this breath you gave mee Gi. Have not I An. Speake no further I confesse you have bin all unto me life and being I breath but with your licence will no price buy out your interest in me but her love I tell thee Tayler I have blood runs in mee Spaine cannot match for greatnesse next her Kings Yet to requite thy love I le call thee friend be thou Antonio's friend a favour nobles have thirsted for will this requite thee Gi. Sir this may but An. My sister thou wouldst say most worthy Tayler shee is not mine to give honour spake in my dying Father 't is a sentence that 's Registred here in Antonio's heart I must not wed her but to one in blood calls honour Father Prethee be my friend forget I have a sister in love I le bee more than a brother tho' not to mingle blood Gi. May I not call her mistresse An. As a servant far from the thoughts of Wedlocke Gi. I 'me yours friend I am proud on 't you shall finde That though a Tayler I 'ave an honest mind Pray Master helpe my Lord unto a Suite his life Lyes at your mercy 1 Tay. I le warrant you An. But for thy men 1 Tay. O they are proud in that they rescued you And my blood of honour since you are pleas'd To grace the now declining Trade of Taylers By being shrouded in their homely cloaths And decke a Shop-board with your noble person The taunting scornes the foule mouth'd World can throw upon our needfull Calling Shall be answered They injure honour since your honour is a Noble practitioner in our Mistery Gi. Cheere up Antonio take him in The rest will make him merry I le goe try The temper of a sword upon some Shield That guards a foe Pray for my good successe Exit 1 Tay. Come come my Lord leave melancholy To hired slaves that murther at a price Yours was An. No more flatter not my sin 1 Tay. You are too strikt a convertite let 's in Exit After a confused noyse within Enter Raymond Leonis Gilberty hastily Ra. What meanes this capering Eccho Or from whence did this so lively Counterfeit Of Thunder breake out to liberty Gil. 'T is from the City Ra. It cannot be their voyce should out-roare Iove Our Army like a Bassiliske has strucke Death through their eyes our number like a wind Broke from the Icy prison of the North Has froze the Portalls to their shivering hearts They scarce have breath enough to speake 't A shoute within They live Gil. 'Ts certainely from thence Leo. Y' are deceived poore Spaniards feare Ha's chang'd their elevated Gate to a dejection Their Planet strooke Ra. 'T is from our jocond Fleet my Genius prompts me They have already plough'd the unruly seas And with their breasts proofe 'gainst the battering Waves dasht the bigge billowes into angry froth And spight of the contentious full mouth'd gods Of Sea and wind have reach't the Citty frontiers And begirt her Navigable Skirts Againe 't is so againe within Gil. My Creeds another way I have no faith but to the City Alarum Enter a Souldier bloody Leo. Here 's one Now we shall know ha he appeares Like one compos'd of horrour Ra. What speakes thy troubled front Leo. Speak crimson Metor Ra. Speake Prodigy or on my sword thou fallst Sol. The bold Spaniards setting aside al cold acknowledgment Of any oddes or notice of the number our Army Is made proud with sends from their Walls More lightning than great Iove afrights The trembling world with when the aire Is turned to muteny Ra. Villaine thou lyest 'T were madnesse to beleeve thee Foolish Spaine may like those Giants that Heapt hill on hill mountaine on mountaine To plucke Iove from heaven who with A hand of vengeance flung 'em downe beneath The centure and those Cloud contemning Mounts Heav'd by the strength of their ambitious Armes Became their Monuments so Spaines rash Folly from this arme of mine shall find their Graves amongst the rubbish of their Ruin'd Cities Enter a second souldier What another thy hasty newes 2 Mess. The daring enemies have through their gates Made a victorious sally all our troopes Have joyntly like the dust before the wind Made a dishonoured flight Harke Alarum within The Conquering foe makes hitherward Ra. Runne to my Tent fetch my Philippa Slave why mov'st thou not 2 Mess. The enemy 's upon us Ra. Shall I send thy coward soule down the strikes him Vaults of Horrour flye Villaine or thou dyest Alarum Enter Machvill Alerzo Fulgentio Pandolpho with Philippa prisoner Giovanno with Taylers Mach. Let one post to my Castle and conduct my Lady Tell her I have a prisoner wou'd become proud In her forc't captivity to waite upon her beauty Flye let not the tardy clouds out-saile thee Phil. Canst thou proud man thinke that Philipa's Heart is humbled with her fortunes no