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A30851
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Vertue betray'd, or, Anna Bullen a tragedy : acted at His Royal Highness, the Duke's Theatre / written by John Banks.
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Banks, John, d. 1706.
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1682
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Wing B667; ESTC R12105
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To what he has been still so obstinate North. Rage and Despair when he shall find her false Will make him rashly change to any state And thinking to be miserable will plunge Into the dreadful Sea of Matrimony And make himself though much against his Will The happiest man that ever was on Earth Enter Cardinal Woolsey musing Behold the proud imperious Cardinal With such a furious Tempest on his Brow As if the World 's four Winds were pent within His blustering Carkass He has heard the News And comes to argue with his Friend the Devil The Reason of his No-Intelligence Roch. The Popedom now and all the Wealth in Rome Can scarcely recompence him for the fright This News has put him in See how he staggers Giddy with th' height his Pride has rais'd him to 'T is then most fatal to unhappy England When such Church Blazing Stars appear in it Ex. North. and Roch. Card. Marry'd in private and declar'd his Queen Katherine divorc'd and Anna Bullen marry'd Now by our Holy Father's Triple Crown It must not cannot nay it shall not be Where was your aid that time you slothful Saints You whom false Zeal created in more numbers Than e're the Heathen made and worshipp'd Gods A Lutheran Queen upon the Throne of England She to lye in the Bosom of our Prince A Buxom King that for a wanton Smile Will pawn his Faith and turn an Heretick Enter the Lady Elizabeth Blunt Blunt Awake thou wretched dreaming Priest look up Can you behold your proud Saint Peter shake The mighty Pillar of that spreading Church That holds the great Religion of the World To stagger and bestow no help no aid From mighty Woolsey's Shoulders to support it Is this the great King Cardinal who late From smallest Root began to shade the Land And stood the tallest Cedar of the Church Shame to thy Priest-hood and thy Scarlet Robe Ev'n thou to whom the liberal See of Rome Has given all next giving of her self Unworthy Servant of so kind a Mistress Card. What does the Fairest mean Blunt Ha! must I teach thee Art thou the Thing that from the Chaff of Mankind From the base scurrilous Rubbish of the World First found thy self a way to thrive by Wit Then edging it with sharpest Villanies Mow'd thee a passage to thy Princes Breast And cut down all the Virtuous from his sight Who chose thee for the Champion of his Vices Whilst thou with labour let loose all their Sluces And pour'd them like a Torrent in his Bosom This you did once confess to me and more When you declar'd how hot you were in love Bullen is Queen the Crown you promis'd me Now wreaths her Head Are these the hopes you gave me When once you said my Son should be a King The News not stirs your Wonder Hell and Furies Card. What wou'd you I should do to serve you Blunt Forgive me tender Woolsey pious Cardinal Shall I then teach your Scarlet Priesthood Blood I would have done as Alexander did The Sixth and the most merciful so nam'd Are there no Consecrated Weapons left Or have you lost the Power to make 'em so Give me Saint Dagger or Saint Poison straight And I will do that Meritorious Act Dispatch her streight to Hell from whence she fetch'd Those Looks that robb'd me of the King and Crown Card. Have patience Madam Blunt Preach it to the Damn'd To those that feel the Rack or Inquisition Curse on your Gown Apologies but more Be curst the time of Bullen's fatal Birth Wrinkles like Age anticipate her Youth Mildews and Blasts devour her wanton Beauties Small-Pox and Leprosies rough-cast her o're Dig up her Charms and Features by the Roots And bury 'em in Pits as deep as Graves Card. Study some Act that may revenge this Fury This hurts no more than Barks of Coward Curs She lives and is as beautiful as ever Be rul'd by me who like a dreadful Piece Am sure to kill where-e're I take my aim Before they hear the Noise or see the Flame Blunt Oh tell me how to quench this Fire within That burns me up with thoughtful Injury Card. An easie way I 'le chalk to your Revenge A Road not steep nor dangerous but smooth So unsuspected and so fatal too That the Queens Fancy and deluded Genius Shall tempt her in the same dissembled Path Taking her by the other hand with us And lead her in the Pit prepar'd for her Blunt Go on my Woolsey charming as the young And more melodious than a Quire of Angels Card. This then it is The King you know's inconstant As jealous and as teasty as old Age So covetous of the pleasure he possesses That he who does but look upon 't must dye With her whose innocent Charms did force him to 't Blunt But how shall we be backt with a pretence Card. 'T is easie to give fire to that fond Breast That is already charg'd with jealous Sulphur The Queen loves Piercy that may be a means And Spies may be laid every where to watch Their Private Meetings and their very looks And then acquaint the Hot-brain'd King with it So streight their joyful Destinies are seal'd Blunt Most admirable Card. If we fail in this Some cry'd-up Beauty ne're yet seen at Court Must be found out to put her in his way And take the Amorous King 'T will certain do For then no greedy Falcon when he sees the Lure Will flye down swifter to be catch'd and hooded Than he into the Fetters of her Charms Blunt O come to my Embrace thou Godlike Priest Balm to my wounded and my tortur'd Bosom Card. Go streight and haste about the Intelligence Bluâ—t I will Good Fortune has been so propitious To make young Rochford Anna Bullen's Brother Enamour'd of my Beauty him I 'le mould Sound ev'ry thought of his unguarded Soul Linking him close in amorous Intrigues 'Till I have discover'd from him our Design Of Peircy's Love and of his Sisters Conduct Card. An Accident the luckiest that could happen Behold the Queen in her first State and Greatness But yet she bears it with no welcome meen Peircy hangs heavy on her heart and in her Eyes It works it manages as we would have it And in her heedless Innocence she sails Shunning no Rocks no Quick-sands nor no Danger But runs into her Ruine faster than We wish Blunt Her Crown is hideous to my sight Its Jewels fatal as the Eyes of Basilisks O Cardinal This Rival-Queen and I Should never meet but in the Scales of Death That weigh all Mortals even and alike Queen Anne appears seated upon a Throne Northumberland Rochford Lords Ladies Attendants and Guards about her Omnes Long live King Henry and Queen Anne of England North. Immortal live Great Queen of England France And Ireland and for ever rule the Heart Of Conquering Henry as he Reigns o're us And all his faithful Subjects I speak it as the Wishes and the Voice Of your most Loyal Kingdoms to