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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A58017	Edgar, or the English monarch an heroick tragedy. By Mr. Thomas Rymer, servant to Their Majesties.	Rymer, Thomas, 1641-1713.	1693 (1693)	Wing R2424A; ESTC R218574	36,395	72

EDGAR OR THE English Monarch AN HEROICK TRAGEDY By Mr. THOMAS RYMER Servant to Their Majesties The Second Edition LONDON Printed for Iames Knapton at the Crown in St. Pauls-Church-yard 1693. TO THE KING GReat Sir whose Throne amidst the Waters set O're all design'd by God and Nature Great Here in that fam'd long-wisht unheard-of Spot Stedfast on which planting Your Royall Foot You turn the Other World You give it Law You Arbitrate and all its Motions awe This Honour was to England early pay'd And thus Your great Fore-runner Edgar sway'd Yet were his Ships a weak though Numerous Train Silent they pass'd meer Infants of the Main Grown up Yours speak in not a Mortall Strain Threaten and loud above the Billows beat Your dread Commands which trembling Rocks repeat Whilst Edgar joyfull from his farthest Skies Looks down and listens to the God-like Voice When Hercules with Jason left the Shoar Pale Greece despair'd to see her Worthies more Charybdis gap'd and Scylla's Dogs did howl Who this could bear was then a daring Soul All Monsters seem'd in those Heroick days Your Pleasure-boat with ruder Danger plays If launcht in that bold Age of Poetry Each Ship of Yours had bin a God o' th' Sea Or Jove his Form in this Disguise that shrowds Who having left the Air and easie Clouds Below a rougher Element controlls And Thunder o're more solid Water rouls This made Divining Priests of old preferr The Oak as sacred to the Thunderer The Oak of old that in Dodona reign'd Now Oracles Your onely Forrests send Which promise Seas and Empire without End Grafted on these the fairest Lawrells grow And Wreaths that best adorn an English Brow This Navall Power made Edgar's chiefest Pride Four thousand Sail spred o're the Ocean wide Whence Terrour on remotest Shoars was thrown When Halcyon-days and Plenty blest his own Thus whilst Your Flags wav'd high for Homage call And angry Nations let their Topsails fall With Peace Your larger Empire happy made Rests undisturb'd rejoycing in the Shade High on His Throne and fill'd with Royall Care Thus You alone great Edgar's Person bear Vnking'd in Love we represent him here Advertisement THIS I call an Heroick Tragedy having in it chiefly sought occasions to extoll the English Monarchy and having writ it in that Verse which with Cowley Denham and Waller I take to be most proper for Epic Poetry The Tragedy ends Prosperously a sort of Tragedy that rarely succeeds man being apter to pity the Distressed then to rejoyce with the Prosperous Yet this sort seems principally to have pleased Euripides and is necessary here for the Design first above mentioned I doubted indeed whether Rhyme was proper for Tragedy Not that I thought it unnaturall for questionless 't is more naturall to speak in Rhyme then to speak English this we owe to the Nurse the former to the Poet. Nor can that be said unnaturall where Nature is help'd and improv'd But Rhyme is rather sweet then grave unless temper'd with so must Thought and with such Pomp of words as suits not with that Sorrow and Lamentation which Tragedy ordinarily requires And therefore of the two Rhyme is the more proper for this sort of Tragedy which ends happily The Histories examined nothing in the Fable can seem Romantick or affected But I must appeal from the late Epitomizers who make Edgar point-blank guilty of Ethelwold's Death without any sufficient ground from Antiquity Persons Represented Edgar King of England Lewis the IV. King of France incognito Kenneth King of Scotland Ethelwold Edgar's Favourite Editha Sister to Edgar Gunilda Sister to the King of Denmark Alfrid The Duke of Cornwall's Daughter Ethelgede Ethelwold's Daughter Dunstan Arch-Bishop of Canterbury A Secretary of State Embassadours Two French Statesmen Guards Attendants The time of the Representation from Twelve at Noon to Ten at Night EDGAR A TRAGEDY ACT I. SCENE I. Landschap of a River Trees Palace c. Editha Edith PRincess a Title boading miserie Curst in the Sex more curst in the Degree Our every Look makes an Affair of State And every Sigh provokes a grave Debate No popular Insurrections with such Care Inspected as our rising Passions are Love like our breath the Will 's vain power defies Sooner the heart then its emotions dies Yet we Dissembling with a faithless Frown Meanly severe our secret Care disown Though still the Darling which our Looks detest Onely retir'd lies panting in our breast Unhappy Women equally a prey If sway'd or if our Inclinations sway Either with Nature we down th' easie stream By Flow'rie banks to sure Destruction swim Or 'gainst Wind and Tide Honour doth us draw To barren Rocks there on lean Hopes to gnaw These anxious thoughts ah whither shall I trace I now too near the tender Secret press I love the Stranger this too well I know Because I Jealous of Gunilda grow But here she haunts me still SCENE II. Enter Gunilda Gun However slow Your tongue howe're unwilling to reveal Yet some new Care your eyes more kindly tell That heart that firm and very Rock before Shakes by some gust from a Remoter shore Edi. From France you cannot apprehend the storm There an Usurper does the Throne deform From Germany no Emp'rour can appear Since Otho fell my younger Sister's share Otho who now of late is call'd the Great The others I descend not to repeat No such new care did my free thoughts enflame Onely the last night's Ball diverted them Gun The Stranger there I could with a particular eye have seen Were but his bloud as noble as his meen Sweetness did not the Majesty betray Nor Majesty his Sweetness fright away That wheresoe're he would a Heart invade His Looks at once seem by kind Nature made Able to force or ready to perswade Together there such state and mildness met He seem'd at once agreeable and great Edi. How with his praise my Jealous heart she wounds Aside And now how harsh the ill-tim'd musick founds Methinks I something in his face did see To Gun Something that speaks him of no Low degree Gun He Monarch-like did in the Crowd prevail And on himself drew the Regards of all Another Edgar some began to cry Others that he might ev'n with Edgar vie Till Edgar's presence clear'd the growing Doubt Whose beams like a strong Torrent breaking out Instantly bore the young Usurper down And in all minds confirm'd his shaken Throne But see he comes SCENE III. Enter Lewis The Ladies since the Turnament was past On some cross winds your late arrival cast To Lew. Else who your softer Gallantries have seen Had witness of your Manly vertues been Edi. Our English there by rougher shocks maintain That honour they in mild encounters gain Lew. They small success must to their arms presage Who 'gainst the English in the Lists engage And they however whom the Brave might spare Must fall a certain conquest to the Fair. What Knights did fortune to that glory raise As from so fair a