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A70810
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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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1698
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's the Consequence how it imports My Life these Agonies will sure express I who have stood pitch'd Battles without one Shock of Nature now feel Convulsive tremblings Seize on every Nerve nay thus unmann'd Behold me weeping at your feet Isa What can you who have so much Honour Fear to ask or I who have so much Love Refuse to grant My Lord as your partial kindness Has set me nearer to your heart than all the fairest Of your Sex so wou'd I approve my faith Above the common rate To justifie your choice speak thou Conqueror Propose the way be it to strip me of these shining Ornaments the Pride of Courts and fly with thee To Caves to Huts and unfrequented shades Most readily I will obey Clar. Ha! didst thou say fly with me By Heaven 'T is on that the weight of my Petition hangs Can you dare you will you be so good To trust this tender work of Heaven this Matchless softness never expos'd to ought less gentle Than the breeze from flowers Dare you with me Venture tempestuous blasts regardless Seas And all the hazards of Incommodious flight Isa Yes my dear Clarence Love wou'd make me bold Fill all my thoughts with thee and dangers quite forgot When thou art ne'er me But oh I have another tie Duty Friendship Gratitude plants me here The mourning Queen whose adversity has shook off Fawning crowds must not be left by Isabella Clar. I 'll not complain or urge an Argument Against that good and all-deserving Queen 'T is true big with my hopes for what won't Love Prompt blooming youth to hope I had prepar'd A vessel for our Transportation into France You as a Branch of Burgundy must needs Have found a noble welcome in that Court And I as Brother to great England's King Cou'd have made my own Conditions Isa England's King my Lord is not your Brother Clar. Yes faithfull charming Maid he is The People's hearts are his the sickly Forces Of falling Henry tomorrows setting Sun Intombs yet I wou'd fly from these flowing honours Which must adorn our Family and gazing Upon thee forget Ambition Isa What do you ask to what do I incline These may not be faithfull the way the method All like Palaces in Fairy Land Impracticable and only built on fancy Clar. If Love 's your guide the way is very easie The secret door you now have passed you may As well command at twelve there I will wait Like the far travell'd Pilgrim who knows no Peace Of mind till the opening Temple shows the Saint To whom his vows and oraisons are paid Isa Alas I dare not tread those lonely paths Thro' hollow Vaults and most horrid Windings And at that dreadfull hour of Midnight Clar. Give Malavill the outer Key and we Will meet you in the upper Court nay fear Not dearest I know him well born and bred Amongst us try'd and faithful as a Brother Isa Yet Brothers may be false O my divided Soul Can I leave the dear indulgent Queen O draw me Heaven thro' this Labyrinth For Love and Friendship pull me several ways Like Cords upon the Rack which ever way I yield No ease is granted to my troubled mind Clar. Return my soft beloved Oh return Hush thy anxious thoughts a sleep and think Of me no more Edward is indeed inveterate And which way ever Victory inclines we meet no more Lead me O Malavill Lead me to the Battle Fix me in the front against the ablest Archers fix me And let a thousand thousand darts at once Pierce this fond heart which pants in vain for Isabella Sinks on Malavill Isa Oh! my dear Lord I 'm not worthy half this passion My Fear is vanish'd and my Love is strong Command me any thing I will not raise Another doubt Clar. Oh! thou all goodness dearest sweetest Creature Once does wretched Clarence hold thee fast Isa Say direct me how I shall proceed for I will come Clar. Won't thou indeed O! Charming Excellence oh all perfection The blood that guards my heart leaps to my cheeks Fires my eyes which almost start with passion And each crowding word to express my Joys Grows thick upon my Tongue Isa Talk not so wildly but instruct me in my flight Clar. My life give to Malavill the Key of that door thro' which you past Isa I cannot yet for that way Tudor enters to the Queen Let him two hours hence beneath you Eastern Tower Wait and I will give it him what ails me Clarence Why do I tremble so Clar. Oh! 't is thy tender gentle nature which frights Thy little frame and makes thee shrink at what Thy love has promis'd yet Isabella By all my hopes by the blest Saints It Clarence lives you shan't repent your kindness Blast me with Lightning from yon Azure roof Rivet me with sure fulfilling bolts if time In all its Course Past or to Come can ought more faithfull see Isa Or any Maid who loves and dares like me Exeunt severally SCENE the Camp Enter King Edward meeting Gloucester Ed. What news my careful Gloucester Glou. Victory still attends the King the very Scouts and Forragers Return being flush'd and redned with Success Edw. These are all steps to fix us on the Throne But still the Root of Lancaster and Branches too Must be remov'd least building o'er them We totter and Clarence be ours or lost Glou. Lost in death e're ruine us Daring like yours In not proceeding does backward go Fair Isabella consents to Clarence's Follies And e're morning hopes to escape Edw. That must be prevented Glou. It shall the Hammer's lifted here and when It strikes the work is finished The night Under her Sable Wings shall hatch such deeds Will fright the blushing dawn Suppose Ludlow Castle yours The Queen on a pretext that shall seem just Remov'd Tudor slain either on his March or else Within the Walls Edw. Attempt both they who wou'd succeed must leave The least to Chance and catch at every opportunity Glou. This way Clarence moves as Malavill informs me Here I will stay and meet the fiery youth Dash all his quiet with the Fiend Jealousie Which Weed Planted by a cunning hand Will quickly grow in the warm soil of his Fierce passion and even overshoot the love Which he so long has cherish'd Edw. Use him dear Gloucester as his Folly has Deserv'd Glou. What Paper 's that Edw. A Letter from the forsaken Eleonora Glou. Leave it with me I have a sudden Thought it may be usefull Edw. Take it thou art a perfect Chymist In extracting ruin I dare trust all To thy management Exit Glou. Here comes Natures other Favourite Enter Clarence 'T was base 't was barbarous the choicest Beauty of the Nation rifled and then despis'd Looking upon the Letter Clar. What means my Brother Glou. Your Pardon Duke of Clarence I saw you not Here 's a melancholy complaint From the wretched Elenora Clar. Her fate is hard and much my temper Differs from the King 's Glou. That