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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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to the Earth like one fell'd by the Almighty Thunderer crawling in dust unable to Resist but thanks to my kinder Stars 't is past the Giddy Wheel has gone its round and terror on this Brow alone 's to be observ'd Brother proceed you In the search Cat. He shall not dare by my great Henry's Soul whose Little finger wou'd have tumbled your aspirings Down and crusht ye into nothing he shall not dare Glou. What has the Lyon cast his Skin is Tudor Cramm'd shaking in some close corner and left the Queen to Brave us Come fellow Soldiers we 'll seek this Lurking Rebel drag him from the hole whither His fears have led him and take his forfeit Head for coming whereall our Laws deny'd him Enter Tudor Tud No be thine the fears as thine 's the guilt as Thine's the name of Rebell this honest loyal Heart desies thy malice Cat. Away away my Tudor hold cruel Gloucester Hold Enter Isabella Isa Stand off and let me pass what mischief 's acting Here has Clarence done this and am I the cause Glou. Ha another Fury take her Thyrrold to thy dispose She 's wholly given you know the rest leave not a Rival room to hope least this opportunity proves Thy last Isa Touch me not Monster What have I done if I Am guilty let the injur'd Queen punish me let her Spurn me trample on me print me with a Thousand wounds I 'll not complain Thyr. You shall have no reason Madam but you Must retire 't is the command of him who now Is master here Isa I will not Sir oh save me Royal Madam from The cruel hands of these inhumane Men. Glou. Force her hence we other business have than to Mind her foolish fears Isa Help heav'n if the Queen denies help thou my Weakness help Oh help Exit forc'd off with Thyr. Cat. Alas distracted wretch but Why name I her when all my life holds dear is On the brink of ruin Tud Speak Edward what is my doom dauntless I Expect it I wou'd have met thee fairly in the field body to Body arm'd with Sword and Justice but I suppose You lik'd not that therefore now what you please Edw. Audacious Tudor thou threaten condemn'd for Thy Ambition thy haughty love is adjudged a Treason Capital even that Puny King Henry whom thou Pretendest to serve he had courage to Sentence thee Seize him Captain Command his head be strucken Off and fixt upon the Castle Wall Cat. Thro' this bosom whosoe'er comes on am I not Daughter of France and England's Queen have I no Power where are my Guards Alas I had forgot I 've None Tud Disturb not thus the quiet of thy Soul my everlasting Charmer Thy sorrows rack me more than all their Rage Come whither am I to be led Cat. Oh Tudor glory disdain and pomp are mine No more yet thou art mine thou art yet alive and for That precious life I will renounce the former yes Edward I read the fullen pride that fills thy eyes And gathers on thy brow Glut thee this way behold That Queen who shook thee with a nod fall thus Thy suppliant kneels Edw. And at this sight may Heaven and Earth be Witness oh Gloucester well hast thou fulfil'd thy word Not all the Crowns ambition covets England and France the noblest Diadems can please like this Thus did I kneel and thus was I repuls'd and oh fair Queen if I have lost my Soul for want of pity His life is poor amends Cat. Sure there is something in thee like the mixture Of a God and Devil I cannot beg my heart 's above it Yet spare him Edward for thy future fame Tud Oh torture not to be endur'd my life ask'd Of him him whose life I did command Edw. Ha! Cat. Oh stop bend to hard necessity thy words have Given him new rage canst thou behold these Low submissions for thy sake and frustrate all their Power Glou. You do indeed submit below your Character To save your wanton choise the Idol of your Lust Tud Villain I 'll tear out that Blasphemous tongue That has prophan'd a Chastity Thy Mother never knew Flies at Gloucester Glou. I always go prepar'd for such a hug lie there Presuming wretch Stabs him Tud falls Cat. Wither the arm that arm that gave the blow Curst be my Female weakness too that cou'd not save him Oh fatal aim speak to me once again sinks upon Tud Edw. Look to the Queen Gloucester thou hast done as men in power wou'd wish A cruel necessary act without the bidding Yet help me Brother for thou I find art steady And tenderness struggles with revenge Oh the Uncertainty of humane passion for Catharine I Wou'd once have died yet now have given her Sorrows severer much than death Cat. Ha! who have we here my Tudor bleeding These bubling wounds are none of thine If they are give 'em to me I feel 'em at my heart Tud My paradise on earth farewell Have patience Live for their dear sakes I leave behind My Children Oh farewell dies Cat. No we won't part so soon On these pale lips I will for ever ever lie Edw. The sight stupifies my senses Let 's to the field there in the clank of Swords I will forget this private murder For sure it cannot bear a better name Glou. Yes as I shall order it when the day is ours Which is now undoubted his death breaks their Forces Missing their Leader his Troops dismaid prove useless After Conquest it shall be given out That he was taken and beheaded Victory And Success will stop the mouth of unnecessary truth And leave the following Age in doubt Edw. Captain let the Trumpets sound Wake every Soldier with the voice of Battle For as the Sun must rise in blood so shall His evening be and he shall shine no more Till he beholds no Rival in the British Throne Gloucester dispose of Tudor as you please But to the Queen offer no violence Oh Catharine Oh fatal Beauty what ruins Thy Love has made Exit Edw. Cat. Ha who said that if I am curst in Love I 'll try to thrive in hate to thrive in curses Curst be Edward Curst be all his Race let 'em Prometheus like have their own bowels torn For they have prey'd upon my heart Glou. Have comfort Madam Cat. Comfort yes from thy bloody hand I wou'd Receive it Daggers Sword and Poyson are the only Comforts thou canst give or I desire Henry And Tudor both the rich prizes now of death Then why am I spared come on thou Murderer Strike this swelling bosom and let me mount to My Immortal Heroes see where my Tudor rises On a Fleecy Cloud all Crown'd with Radiant light Oh take me with thee he ascends A pace I cannot reach him I 'll tear this Clog Of flesh off bear me ye Whirlwinds near him Vain delusive joy cold and bleeding at my feet The dear one lies Oh my sick brain Glou. Sleep will give you ease Here