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The island queens, or, The death of Mary, Queen of Scotland a tragedy : publish'd only in defence of the author and the play, against some mistaken censures, occasion'd by its being prohibited the stage / by Jo. Banks.
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Banks, John, d. 1706.
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tak'n into Protection Of Englands Laws and therefore but a Subject Mor. A quaint Distinction that and like your Lawyers But since it serves our Ends no matter how Dav. At last having deny'd with Constancy The legal Power of this Imperial Court And finding they were all resolv'd against her As a rare Swimmer shiprack'd on the Ocean A vast and dreadful distance from the Shore And hopeless grown with all his Art to gain it Gives himself o're contentedly to drown So she sate down and mildly then submitted Mor. Were her two Secretaries heard in Court Dav. No tho' she still did urge to have 'em brought Pleading that Navus was a Forreigner And might for fear of Tortures and the Wrack Be threatten'd to accuse her wrongfully Curl too she said a timorous byass'd Man Wou'd sign to any thing that Navus wrote Mor. But what was the most stabbing Proof against her Dav. Her Correspondence had with Babington So by the fatal Oaths of two false Servants Never seen Face to Face to be confronted But more to buy the safety of the Nation She was at last condemn'd and soon must dye Mor. But as the Prophet in the guiltless Ship Was thrown into the Sea t' appease the Tempest If she on Land has rais'd a Storm to wrack us 'T is fit She should be sacrific'd as he was Dav. Behold the Duke's just coming forth to dye The Queen is entring too 'T is as I fear'd Exeunt Morton and Davison Enter Queen Mary with Dowglas attended at one Door and Norfolk going to Execution at the other they meet Qu. M. Must the brave Duke receive his Death to day Dow. Alas see where he comes a Sight will kill you Qu M. Quick drive me scourge me lash me from this Place Will the Queens Malice hunt me to the last Was there no Time but now no Way but this O lead me through some Passage under ground Some horrid Vault or Hell but to avoid him Norf. My Queen my lovely Alban Queen sure I 'me Already dead and this the happy Place Where Souls like hers receive their blest Rewards Qu. M. Turn wretched Duke or e're Death seals thy Eyes This moment tear 'em out as I wou'd mine Shun me as if thou coud'st thy horrid Fate Or a Goblin damn'd Norf. What says my Goddess Queen Qu. M. Is not your wrong'd and mighty Spirit shockt And Death a much more welcome Guest than I And worse to see me than to feel the Blow Norf. By all your Wrongs and mine Qu. M. O come not near me 'T is said a murther'd Body when 't is cold And all it's Veins froz'n and congeal'd by Death When he approaches near that did the Deed Warn'd by the mighty Power of just Revenge Pours a warm Flood and bleeds afresh again Why dart you not a Peal of Curses on me Your Eyes Promethean Fire to blast my Soul And why don 't ev'ry Hair upon thy Head Arm like the brissled Porcupine against me Norf. Lov 's Wounds may bleed afresh but no Grief else The Ax these Guards and this grim Pomp of Death Stir me no more than acted in a Play My Lov 's immortal and can fear no Fate Nor feel a Terrour but to part with you And cou'd I but redeem your precious Life I 'de fly to meet the Torments of the Damn'd A thousand years and dye thus ev'ry day Qu. M. Alas most pity'd Prince force not these drops Tears the kind Balm to ease all tortur'd Breasts But mine and mine finds no Relief Be gone oh no For you must ne're return Let me be gone Norf. For Death I am prepar'd but not to leave you Qu. M. The dearest Friends ne're make a stir at parting Before so small a Journey as we take 'T will not be long some two or three short days Or hou'rs perhaps and we shall meet again We both are in the Ballance weigh'd for Death You in the bottom Scale that 's next the Grave And I hang wavering in uncertain hopes Above but when y' are mounted up to Heav'n I then shall drop where you' ar now going to Earth Norf. By Heav'n the Queen the hungry Tigress durst not What! shed the Blood the sacred Blood of Kings 'T were Blasphemy in Angels to suspect it But if she dare I will my self descend And arm'd with Legions in the shades below Stand Century in the utmost Gap of Fate And drive your beauteous Spirit back to be Inshrin'd within this sacred Mould again Q. M. Ah Duke are you so cruel and unkind I had but two priz'd Friends within this Bosome The Queen and you and she forbids me Earth And you deny me Heav'n Hear me Friend To the Heads-man Thou with the Vizour if thou' rt Death be not Asham'd to shew thy Face for I can dare thee How long hast thou been practis'd in this Art And how many brave Heads hast thou cut off Why dost not speak Dow. He 's not the publick Heads-man But one whose horrid Zeal has brib'd his Hand The common Executioner who proffer'd A mighty Sum refus'd to do the Deed. Norf. Can there be Conscience found in such as He What Villain then art thou Qu. M. Thou art some Bungler and com'st To learn thy Trade on this brave wretched Man If thou shou'dst fail at once to take his Head Be sure you sever mine off at a Blow Norf. Away your Danger spurs me on my Race Swift as the Mind can think my Soul shall fly And make the Scaffold but one step to Heav'n Qu. M. And till I come your happiness to see Kneel and attone th' offended Powers for me Norf. Yes all the shining Hoast shall plead your Cause The nearest Saints to the Imperial Chair Shall still repeat it in th' Almighty's Ear Whil'st round the dazling Throne Queen Mary's Wrongs Shall be the Subject of the Angels Songs Whilst the great Deity for Revenge shall call All Heav'n shall shake the Universe be aw'd But Rebel England feel the angry God Qu. M. Farewel Our Souls a joyful Meeting soon shall feel Norf. But to our Bodies here a long Farewel Exeunt severally Queen Elizabeth alone Qu. E. A Midnight Silence sits upon the Morn The Eye of Day shuts as afraid already And seems the setting not the rising Sun Behold a Crown a Scepter and Regalia's Crown and Regalia's on a Table Without two Kingdoms full of flattering Subjects Watching my Looks and waiting on my Nod Yet where 's the Quiet where 's the Freedom here Enter Cecil and Davison with Commissioners from both Houses Dav. My Lord I fear we have transgress'd too far Upon the Queens most private Thoughts Cec. Thoughts or no thoughts I must and will awake her Yet hold do you with these retire a while And I 'le wait near till she is pleas'd to call Qu. E. Norfolk is dead His Body 's freed from Pain his mind from fear And feels like me no doleful Beatings here Curst be this Crown and this loath'd Scene of Power And
Devil that dare accuse me Dav. The Villain has confest his Guilt and yours With Letters that you sign'd to do the Deed. Qu. M. Hear hear deaf Heav'n and all you Guard of Princes You backward Thunder burst from forth your Prisons And strike the Offender strike curst Mary dead If I 'me that Wretch O spare it not for me Heard you How they did slander Majesty so loud And can you bear it Half these Veins are yours My Royal Title tender Sex the same Doubly of Kin in Royalty and Blood And can you hear your Sister hear your Self so wrong'd Qu. E. Alas I am like one that sees far off Have all the wishes I can think to save you But gagg'd and bound and cannot stir to help you Qu. M. This Babington who ne're yet curst my sight Must be some Villain hir'd to do this Treason And lay it upon me but bear me witness You high imperial and eternal Truth That of disjoynted Atoms form'd the Sun The shining Heav'ns the Planets and the World So wonderful and glorious as they are Who sees into the Soul and all its walks Through this dark Mould transparent as a Glass O may these blubber'd Eyes worshipp'd like Stars Drop from this Visage once like Heav'n ador'd And leave this Face a Death's-head to be shunn'd Or may that cursed Hand this Hand or This That once was fragrant with the Breath of Kings That kneel'd to kiss this wrong'd this innocent hand May it rot from me like a wither'd Branch From this vile Stock and never sprout again If e're I saw the Man or sign'd such Letter Q. E. 'T is time for me to go is 't not my Jaylors I have seen more than any Panther cou'd Farewel Qu. M. O stay and mingle kindness with your Justice I beg not for my self but for my Fame To dy's no shame but to dye branded is For tho' hereafter when my Story 's told Good men inspir'd with pity of my Wrongs May say my Innocence was basely stain'd Yet with the Bad 't is ne're to be regain'd Qu. E. Farewel 't is Cruelty in me to go But worse to stay Qu. M. Yet I intreat you Give me a Weapon I 'le unrip this Bosome There you may see wrong'd Innocence inthron'd My Heart may be believ'd tho' I am not Behold the naked Passions ebb and flow Ev'n as my Griefs swell or exhaust the Tide Qu. E. Yet loose for pity of us both let go The world has not so griev'd a wretch as I And thou lav'st hold upon so weak a Bough That the least pull will sink me quite with thee Qu. M. Hear me thou deaf and cruel Queen ah no Thou mild as Babes and merciful as Saints In whose soft Breast is all the Angels Pity Hear but this last this Execration Neither Then to just Heaven I kneel but not to thee And you compleat my Curses if I lie If e're I had a thought to hurt your Life A thought less mild than Virgins in their Prayers Here may my Knees take root and Body grow A Monster foul as ever Nilus bred May these quick drops that Innocence do shew Poyson the Parts and Eyes through which they flow And from their Seeds thus sown upon the Earth May Serpents Adders Fiends and Devils take Birth And with their frightful Tallons seize me straight And drag me into Hell if you I hate Dav. Tho' clear and spotless as the Sun you are Yet that must be examin'd by the Peers The Law must quit you Qu. M. Must the Law then judge me Nay then I le rise with shame from this mean Posture And now I feel the Majesty of Kings Dart from above to hear it self prophan'd Stretching my Soul and Limbs to such a vastness As the first Race of Mankind's e're the Flood When Gods and God-like Gyants rul'd the world Come bring me straight to this accurst Tribunal Then all the Courage and Divinity Of my imperial Ancestors inspire This Breast from Fergus first to Iames my Son Last of his Race that sway'd the Scottish Globe For fifteen hundred years shine through my Face Print on my Forehead ev'ry awful Grace Defend your Royal Right and for me plead Shoot from my Eyes and strike my Judges dead Qu. E. Grief ties my Speech and Pity drowns my Eyes Qu. M. Pity'd by you I will not dye so meanly No tho' in Chains yet I 'me more brave and free Scorn thy base Mercy and do pity thee Thou canst not take my Life but if thou dares I 'le leave a Race as numerous as the Stars Whilst thou shalt fall with Barrenness accurst And thy tormented Spirit with Envy burst To see thy Crown on Mary's Issue shine And England ever blest with Scotlands Line Exit Queen Mary with Guards Qu. E. Stay Sister stay Come back into my Arms. Run and release her quick Cec. Your Majesty Qu. E. O 't is too late Leave leave me to my Rage You 'd better hear the Dooms-day Trumpet sound Than wake my Fury with another Word She 's gone dragg'd from me by the cruel Laws Nor can I tear her from these Vultures Claws But oh like the distracted Mother roar Whose Child a Wolf had from its Cradle bore Hast's to its Aid and all the way in vain To Heav'n and to the Savage does complain Speaks the Beast kind till hearing as a flies Betwixt his Teeth her tender Infants Cries Then she adds wings and in her Flight does rave With eager Hopes its precious Life to save But finds the Monster with her Bowels gor'd And in her sight its panting Limbs devour'd Exeunt Omnes Finis Actus Quarti ACTUS QUINTUS Scena Prima Morton Davison Severally Mor. WEll have we met thou Machiavel of England And Rival to great Cecil in his Fame There 's something of Importance on thy Brow Where 's to be read the great Delinquents Fate Dav. Queen Mary is condemn'd and which is worse The Sentence of the Duke must rest no longer And Norfolk is this hour to lose his Head Mor. The Plot of Barny to release the Duke Was wisely made to urge his speedy End Dav. And but for that 't was thought he might been pardon'd His Circumstance of Treason was so slight Poor Duke The most unfortunate and brave He comes to meet his Death without these Walls Where she must enter and prepare for hers And Chance alas may be so kind or cruel To let them meet Her Sentence was pronounc'd And she preparing hither in her Barge Mor. How did the haughty Queen submit her self Dav. This high-Commission which consisted of All the Queens Lords and Counsellors of State Of which my self was one with five of th' Judges Made up next Heav'n the Godlik'st great Tribunal Which she deny'd and scorn'd 'em as too base To sit upon and judge a Soveraign Queen Mor. How cou'd you then proceed Dav. The Court o'resway'd it as a wrong Objection And said they wou'd not try her then as Queen But as a person