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A30781	Henry the Second, King of England, with the death of Rosamond a tragedy, acted at the Theatre-Royal, by Their Majesties servants.	Bancroft, John, d. 1696.; Mountfort, William, 1664?-1692.	1693 (1693)	Wing B634; ESTC R10853	40,104	62

Haynes return to Mother-Church Or if the name of Church comes cross your mind Chappels of Ease behind our Scenes you find The Play-house is a kind of Market-place One chaffers for a Voice another for a Face Nay some of you I dare not say how many Would buy of me a Pen'worth for your Peny Ev'n this poor Face which with my Fan I hide Would make a shift my Portion to provide With some small Perquisites I have beside Though for your Love perhaps I should not care I could not hate a Man that bids me fair What might ensue 't is hard for me to tell But I was drench'd to day for loving well And fear the Poyson that would make me swell Dramatis Personae King Henry the Second Mr. Betterton Prince Henry his Son Mich. Lee. Sir Tho. Vaughan a Favourite of the King 's Mr. Ant. Leigh Abbot Mr. Sandford Verulam Mr. Kynaston Sussex Mr. Hodgson Aumerle Mr. Bridges Bertrard a Priest Mr. Dogget Queen Eleanor Mrs. Barry Rosamond M. Bracegirdle Rosamond's Woman Mrs. Kent Attendants Priests Guards Scene OXFORD Henry the Second King of ENGLAND ACT. I. SCENE I. Enter Sussex Verulam and Aumerle Veru YOU do mistake the Cause and your Opinions Too easily comply with what you wish Like young Physicians pass a hasty Judgment Thinking the Patient 's well because his looks Are seeming healthy streak'd with chearful Red While some unnat'ral Fire preys on his Heart And drinks up all the moisture of his Life Sussex Excuse our Unexperience and direct us How we may solve the Error of our Thoughts Veru My Age and long Attendance on the King Makes me no Stranger to the Mystery But would to Heav'n it ne'er had been my Fate Since I 've beheld the Troubles of my Master And want the Pow'r to ease his Misery Aumer I thought this sudden Alteration Proceeded from some Change of Government Believ'd the head-strong Normans By Innovation wrought these Fits of Spleen Veru Like a Disease it has been growing on him For many years and now 't is fix'd so fast So deeply in him he cannot shake it off Love wrought the Change at first And with its Magick quite o'r-power'd his Reason Blinded all his Senses Till he sunk quick into the Gulph of Wedlock From the unlucky moment that he joyn'd With Eleanor the Repudiated Leavings Of the French King Lewis his mortal Foe Strife and Disorder has o'er-spread the Realm Our sad Divisions speak our coming Mischief Aumer From whence must rise this Danger You seem so very apprehensive of Veru Here in his Court at Oxford here in his Bed and Bosom His jealous Wife and disobedient Sons Is there a day's cessation from Debate An intermission from their Wilds of Nature When will it cease Not while the Mother's fondness Upholds their fiery Youth smiles on their Insolence Clapping their Cheeks to shew how she approves it Sussex Is then the Lion's Voice so soon forgot 'T was not long since they trembled at the sound And their Knees shook with terror of the Accent Aum. The haughty Queen was forc'd to rein her Heart And one might read her Passion in her Tears Sussex Most of that Sex Whene'er they fail of wish'd Success Their Blood turns Gall and flashes through their Eyes And if a Showr does fall Veru 'T is the hot Stream of Anger boyling o'er Which shews how much the Spleen and Mother governs I 'll tell you what befel of late And then give me your Censures Aum. We attend you Ver. I have observ'd the Crowd of fawning Wretches Which servilely attend the Queen's Appartment Watching the early op'ning of the Door To shew their forward Zeal Sussex The Fathers and the Priests you mean Ver. You hit me right These holy pious seeming godly Men Swarm not for nothing Either there 's Revenge Or Int'rest stirring when Church-mens diligence Haunt Majesty so much I have observ'd how grosly they have flatter'd Yet she hath swallow'd up their nauseous Phrases Fast as their utt'rance while they prais'd her Person Or loaded with Hyperbole's her Son Aum. You speak of what is natural to Women Veru But when they 'd gain'd attention and wrought her To admiration then the Fane was turn'd And their soul Breath pointed against the King Then Becket's Death that Patron of Rebellion That Traytor to the King and all his Int'rest Was introduc'd and with such doleful Accents As if the Life o' th' Church expir'd in His. Here Henry was forgot her Lord and Monarch Instead of punishing the sawcy Gown-man She mourn'd the Fall of the aspiring Prelate Would cast her Eyes almost eclips'd with Tears On the young Race of Heroes standing by Insinuating their Father was too Guilty Sussex Nay they are always ripe for Mischief Whene'er the Power o' th' Crown checks that o' th' Church And the World knows too well if they had Power Veru If they had Power Why have they not my Lord Divide the Globe and you will find a Third Are Men in Orders or the Slaves to them I tell you Sirs they are a dreadful Host And should the Pulpit sound to an Alarm I question much whether our Hercules Could cope this Hydra 'T is a horrid Tale They have possess'd th'unthinking Crowd withall Concerning Becket's Death Aum. Wou'd the whole Tribe had met the Traytor 's Fate Since they aspire to fetter Monarchy Nay the Nobility must sink with him Sussex Whil'st ev'ry Pedant which can gain the Rochet Must Lord it o'er us we shall be like Beasts Pegg'd on the Common there to graze our Round And must be thankful though the Soyl's our own Aum. Surely at last the Royal Soul will rouze And free Himself and People from the Yoke Oh how I covet such a Jubilee V●rul I find we centre in Opinion and shall be Glad to joyn in such a Cause W' are interrupted the Court breaks in upon us Enter Sir Thomas Vaughan Sussex Sir Thomas Vaughan Now dare I pawn My Life some Petticoat Embassy Aum. That old Gentleman Sussex Ay Sir upon my word the best of his Qualifications consist in acting the part Of Mercury to our Iupiter Veru That 's of old Date Sussex But may be renew'd again If Majesty have occasion Let us observe Sir Tho. Vaugh. This is the second time I have been s●nt of this Errand pray Heav'n I 'm more successful than I have been I shall go near to be discarded my Office else One would not imagine what Pains Care and Understanding are required to make a complete Pimp Sussex Very pretty Sir Tho. Vaugh. None but this Virgin of Honour will down with Majesty She 's a fine Woman that 's the truth on 't but a Pox of her Chastity what a damnable pother she makes to preserve that which half the Women in the Town would be glad to be rid of Had she been my Kinswoman now I had been made for ever There 's no Court-Bribe in the World like a Female-Relation for a speedy Advancement Aum. Suppose after all our

Henry the Second King of ENGLAND WITH THE Death of Rosamond A TRAGEDY Acted at the THEATRE-ROYAL BY Their Majesties Servants LONDON Printed for Iacob Tonson at the Iudges Head in Chancery-lane near Fleetstreet M DC XCIII To the Truly Worthy Sir THOMAS COOKE Kt. Alderman and Sheriff of the Most Famous City of LONDON SIR THough a Stranger to your Person 't is impossible to be so to your Virtues for General Fame that is so often call'd a Lyar and seldom takes pains to Blazon Good Deeds but on the cóntrary is most industrious to expose the Bad has taken an unusual and peculiar Care to Justify your Reputation And the united consent of all Mankind concur that in your Character she has spoke Truth and what is as commendable no more than the Truth Your Generous Charity in many considerable Extremities has sufficiently demonstrated not only the Ancient Spirit of an English Man but the more glorious Principle of a Christian. Charity the eldest Favourite of God the first in Honour and the last in Love seems to be declared the Heir of all your Fortunes It is your Private Pleasure your Secret Ambition the Care of your Endeavours and I cannot help saying the Blessing that attends ' em Your Noble Commiseration on the Deplorable Condition of many a wretched Soul in the Hard Frost must be remembred when Corn and Goals were above their reach and indeed so dear that it would have been counted Impudence in the greatest necessity to have begg'd 'em You like a second Ioseph in the Famine reliev'd their wants and gave 'em Fire to warm the Hearts you fed Your most Commendable Bounty to the distressed Irish Protestants must be remembred for you were their greatest Benefactor and the First Such Publick Benevolence ought not to be conceal'd tho' 't is your desire for you would be as well pleas'd to have it not known as you are satisfied when you bestow it But I say again it ought to be Publish'd out of the hopes that the knowledge of such Goodness may rouze the sleeping hospitality of our Land that it may take place of Board Wages which has scandalously shut up those Doors our Grandfathers always kept open for the Poor It is not to be expected that my Pen should set forth your Praise as the merit of it deserves but as the famous Sir Godfrey Kneller in a Choice Picture will strike the Eye of the Beholder tho' a Stranger to the Original and tell him some where or other he has seen that Face tho' he cannot immediately recollect the Person So I will endeavour by the bold touches of Truth to let the World know they have heard of the Man tho' they cannot at the instant apply the Character to his Name So Famous a Citizen has not in many Ages fill'd the Walls of London your Generosity is the Honour of it your Conduct and Affability the Credit of it And you are one of the chiefest Members in the support of its Trade 'T is probable that the World may admire at a Dedication of this Nature to Sir Thomas Cooke since the Custom of Poets has been to Address their Plays to the Nobility either by the way of Thanks for Patronizing their Works before they were made publick or else in a Panegyrick on their Families But I declare neither of these are the occasion of this Epistle but that it proceeds from a real respect I have to your great Character and a desire of being the first that should Publish it to the World The Romans whose Courage and Country once excell'd all others were ever proudest of their Citizens and not without good Reason for indeed they are the support of all Governments And as they are the first to be Tryed so they are the longest to be Esteem'd the most to be Encouraged and the last to be Injured Anthony reckon'd he had as good as Conquer'd Brutus when his Oration had overthrown his Interest with the Citizens That ours may always Flourish and never want such Virtues as yours to advance their Prosperity shall be the constant and fervant wish Of Your Most Obedient Servant WILL. MOUNTFORT PROLOGUE IN this grave Age improv'd by States-mens Art Who e'er can think you 'll like a Misses Part Time was when Rosamond might shine at Court These are no days for Ladies of that sort How strangely Time does Human Things decay Four Cent'ries past as ancient Writers say She that we represent bore mighty sway Her Beauty wondred at her Wit extoll'd Her yellow Locks were call'd too Threads of Gold But now should that Complexion use the Trade Each puny Fop the Town has newly made Would cry Confound the Carrot-pated Jade Misses in times of War and Ieopardy Like Armourers in days of Peace must be His Swords and Helmets rust and so will She. What sort of Criticks then must I endear To favour this abandon'd Character The French fatigue too much to mind Amour Th' Italian's Bigotted The Spaniard Poor The Clumsie Lover with his Northern Sense Would have the Yo-Frows but would spare the Pence Rav'nous of Beauty But when Purse should open Myn Heer is either deaf or Drunk-aslopen Thus all o'er Europe as the Scenes are laid War and Religion have quite spoil'd Love's Trade Since then from Courts her Part must hope no pity I 'll try ths English Lovers of the City Kind Souls who many a Night o'er Toast and Ale Have wept at reading Rosamond's fam'd Tale And will we hope for Beauties sake to day Confront the Wits and save a harmless Play So may you thrive your Wagers all be won So may your Wise Stock-jobbing Crimp go on So may your Ships return from the Canaries And stoln French Cargoes in your Johns and Maries Stand Buff once for a Mistress Think what Lives Some of you daily lead with scolding Wives And though she fell by Iealous Cruelty For Venial Sin 't was pity she should die Ah! should your Wives and Daughters so be try'd And with her Dose their Failings purify'd Lord What a Massacre wou'd mawl Cheapside EPILOGUE Written by Mr. Dryden Spoke by Mrs. Bracegirdle THus you the sad Catastrophe have seen Occasion'd by a Mistress and a Queen Queen Eleanor the Proud was French they say But English Manufacture got the Day Jane Clifford was her Name as Books aver Fair Rosamond was but her Nom de Guerre Now tell me Gallants wou'd you lead your Life With such a Mistress or with such a Wife If One must be your Choice which d' ye approve The Curtain-Lecture or the Curtain-Love Wou'd ye be Godly with perpetual Strife Still drudging on with homely Joan your Wife Or take your Pleasure in a wicked way Like honest Whoring Harry in the Play I guess your minds The Mistress wou'd be taking And nauseous Matrimony sent a packing The Devil 's in ye all Mankind's a Rogue You love the Bride but you detest the Clog After a Year poor Spouse is left i' th' lurch And you like