Lords Tears stop my voice your wisdoms know my meaning Alas I know my Brother Richard's heart Affects not Empire he would rather choose To make return again to Palestine And be a scourge unto the Infidels As for my Lord he is impatient The more my grief the lesser is my hope Yet Princes thus he sends you word by me He will submit himself to your award And labour to amend what is amiss All I have said or can device to say Is few words of great worth Make unity Bohe. Madam that we have suffer'd you to kneel so long Agrees not with your dignity nor ours Thus we excuse it when we once are set In solemn Councel of Election We may not rise till somewhat be concluded So much for that touching your earnest sure Your Majestie doth know how it concerns us Comfort your self as we do hope the best But tell us Madam wher 's your Husband now Empress I left him at his prayers good my Lord Saxon. At prayers Madam that 's a miracle Pall. Vndoubtedly your Highness did mistake 'T was sure some Book of Conjuration I think he never said pray'r in his life Empress Ah me my fear I fear will take effect Your hate to him and love unto my Brother Will break my heart and spoil th' Imperial peace Mentz My Lord of Saxon and Prince Pallatine This hard opinion yet is more than needs But gracious Madam leave us to our selves Empress I go and Heav'n that holds the Hearts of Kings Direct your Counsels unto unity Exit Bohe. Now to the depth of that we have in hand This is the question whether the King of Spain Shall still continue in the Royal throne Or yield it up unto Plantagenet Or we proceed unto a third Eelection Saxon. E're such a viperous blood-thirsty Spaniard Shall suck the hearts of our Nobility Th' Imperial Sword which Saxony doth bear Shall be unsheath'd to War against the world Pall. My hate is more than words can testifie Slave as he is he murdered my Father Coll. Prince Richard is the Champion of the world Learned and mild fit for the Government Bohe. And what have we to do with Englishmen They are divided from our Continent But now that we may orderly proceed To our high Office of Election To you my Lord of Mentz it doth belong Having first voice in this Imperial Synod To name a worthy man for Emperour Mentz It may be thought most grave and reverend Princes That in respect of divers sums of gold Which Richard of meer charitable love Not as a bribe but as a deed of Alms Disburs'd for me unto the Duke of Brunschweige That I dare name no other man but he Or should I nominate an other Prince Upon the contrary I may be thought A most ingrateful wretch unto my Friend But private cause must yield to publick good Therefore me thinks it were the fittest course To choose the worthiest upon this Bench Bohem. We are all Germans why should we be yoak'd Either by Englishmen or Spaniards Saxo. The Earl of Cornwall by a full consent Was sent for out of England Mentz Though he were Our later thoughts are purer than our first And to conclude I think this end were best Since we have once chosen him Emperour That some great Prince of wisdom and of power Whose countenance may overbear his pride Be joynd in equal Government with Alphonsus Bohem. Your Holiness hath soundly in few words Set down a mean to quiet all these broyls Trier So may we hope for peace if he amend But shall Prince Richard then be joynd with him Pal. Why should your Highness ask that question As if a Prince of so high Kingly Birth Would live in couples with so base a Cur Bohe. Prince Pallatine such words do ill become thee Saxon. He said but right and call'd Dog a Dog Bohe. His Birth is Princely Saxo. His manners villanous And vertuous Richard scorns so base a yoak Bohe. My Lord of Saxon give me leave to tell you Ambition blinds your judgement in this case You hope if by your means Richard be Emperour He in requital of so great advancement Will make the long-desired Marriage up Between the Prince of England and your Sister And to that end Edward the Prince of Wales Hath born his Uncle Company to Germany Saxo. Why King of Bohem i' st unknown to thee How oft the Saxons Sons have marryed Queens And Daughters Kings yea mightiest Emperours If Edward like her beauty and behaviour He 'l make no question of her Princely Birth But let that pass I say as erst I said That vertuous Richard scorns so base a yoak Mentz If Richard scorn some one upon this Bench Whose power may overbear Alphonsus pride Is to be named What think you my Lords Saxon. I think it was a mighty mass of Gold That made your grace of this opinion Mentz My Lord of Saxony you wrong me much And know I highly scorn to take a bribe Pal. I think you scorn indeed to have it known But to the purpose if it must be so Who is the fittest man to joyn with him Collen First with an Oxe to plough will I be yok'd Mentz The fittest is your grace in mine opinion Bohem. I am content to stay these mutinies To take upon me what you do impose Saxon. Why here 's a tempest quickly overblown God give you joy my Lord of half the Empire For me I will not meddle in the matter But warn your Majestie to have a care And vigilant respect unto your person I 'l hie me home to fortifie my Towns Not to offend but to defend my self Pals. Ha' with you Cosin and adieu my Lords I am afraid this suddain knitted Peace Will turn unto a tedious lasting War Only thus much we do request you all Deal honourably with the Earl of Cornwall And so adieu Exeunt Saxon. and Pals Brand. I like not this strange Farewel of the Dukes Bohem. In all elections some are malcontent It doth concern us now with speed to know How the Competitors will like of this And therefore you my Lord Archbishop of Trier Impart this order of arbitrament Unto the Emperour bid him be content To stand content with half or lose the whole My Lord of Mentz go you unto Prince Richard And tell him flatly here 's no Crown nor Empire For English Islanders tell him 't were his best To hie him home to help the King his Brother Against the Earl of Leicester and the Barons Collen My Lord of Mentz sweet words will qualifie When bitter tearms will adde unto his rage 'T is no small hope that hath deceiv'd the Duke Therefore be mild I know an Englishman Being flattered is a Lamb threatned a Lion Tell him his charges what so e're they are Shal be repaid with treble vantages Do this we will expect their resolutions Mentz Brother of Collen I entreat your grace To take this charge upon you in my stead For why I shame to look him in
shall hang a sacred Lamp Which till the day of doom shall ever burn Yea after ages shall speak of thy renown And go a Pilgrimage to thy sacred Tomb Grief stops my voice who loves his Emperour Lay to his helping hand and bear him hence Sweet Father and redeemer of my life Exeunt Manet Alexander Alex. Now is my Lord sole Emperour of Rome And three Conspirators of my Fathers death Are cunningly sent unto Heaven or Hell Like subtilty to this was never seen Alas poor Mentz I pittying thy prayers Could do no less than lend a helping hand Thou wert a famous flatterer in thy life And now hast reapt the fruits thereof in death But thou shalt be rewarded like a Saint With Masses Bels dirges and burning Lamps 'T is good I envie not thy happiness But ah the sweet remembrance of that night That night I mean of sweetness and of stealth When for a Prince a Princess did imbrace me Paying the first fruits of her Marriage Bed Makes me forget all other accidents O Saxon I would willingly forgive The deadly trespass of my Fathers death So I might have thy Daughter to my Wife And to be plain I have best right unto her And love her best and have deserv'd her best But thou art fond to think on such a match Thou must imagin nothing but revenge And if my computation fail me not Ere long I shall be thorowly reveng'd Exit Enter the Duke of Saxon and Hedewick with the Child Saxon. Come forth thou perfect map of miserie Desolate Daughter and distressed Mother In whom the Father and the Son are curst Thus once again we will assay the Prince 'T may be the sight of his own flesh and blood Will now at last pierce his obdurate heart Jailor how fares it with thy prisoner Let him appear upon the battlements Hede. O mein deere vatter ich habe in dis lang lang 30. weeken welche mich duncket sein 40. iahr gewesen ein litte Englisch gelernet vnd ich hope he will me verstohn vnd shew me a little pittie Enter Edward on the Walls and Iailor Saxon. Good morrow to your grace Edward of Wales Son and immediate Heir to Henry the third King of England and Lord of Ireland Thy Fathers comfort and the peoples hope 'T is not in mockage nor at unawares That I am ceremonious to repeat Thy high descent ioynd with thy Kingly might But therewithall to intimate unto thee What God expecteth from the higher powers Justice and mercie truth sobrietie Relenting hearts hands innocent of blood Princes are Gods chief substitutes on earth And should be Lamps unto the common sort But you will say I am become a Preacher No Prince I am an humble suppliant And to prepare thine ears make this exordium To pierce thine eyes and heart behold this spectacle Three Generations of the Saxon blood Descended lineallie from forth my Loyns Kneeling and crying to thy mightiness First look on me and think what I have been For now I think my self of no account Next Caesar greatest man in Germanie Neerly a lyed and ever friend to England But Womens sighs move more in manly hearts O see the hands she elevates to Heaven Behold those eyes that whilome were thy joyes Uttering domb eloquence in Christal tears If these exclames and sights be ordinarie Then look with pittie on thy other self This is thy flesh and blood bone of thy bone A goodly Boy the Image of his sire Turn'st thou away O were thy Father here He would as I do take him in his arms And sweetly kiss his Grand-child in the face O Edward too young in experience That canst not look into the grievous wrack Ensuing this thy obstinate deniall O Edward too young in experience That canst not see into the future good Ensuing thy most just acknowledgement Hear me thy truest friend I will repeat them For good thou hast an Heir indubitate Whose eyes already sparckle Majesty Born in true Wedlock of a Princely Mother And all the German Princes to thy friends Where on the contrary thine eyes shall see The speedy Tragedie of thee and thine Like Athamas first will I ceize upon Thy young unchristened and despised Son And with his guiltless brains bepaint the Stones Then like Virginius will I kill my Child Unto thine eyes a pleasing spectacle Yet shall it be a momentarie pleasure Henry of England shall mourn with me For thou thy self Edward shall make the third And be an actor in this bloody Scean Hede. Ah myne seete Edouart mein herzkin myne scherzkin mein herziges einiges herz mein allerleivest husband I preedee mein leefe see me friendlich one good feete harte tell de trut and at lest to me and dyne allerleefest schild shew pitty dan ich bin dyne vnd dow bist myne dow hast me geven ein kindelein O Edouart feete Edouart erbarmet sein Edw. O Hedewick peace thy speeches pierce my soul Hede. Hedewick doe yow excellencie hight me Hedewick seete Edouart yow weete ich bin yowr allerlieueste wife Edward The Priest I must confess made thee my Wife Curst be the damned villanous adulterer That with so fowl a blot divorc'd our love Hede. O mein allerleevester hieborne Furst vnd Herr dinck dat unser Herr Gott sitts in himmells trone and sees dat hart vnd will my cause woll recken Saxon. Edward hold me not up with long delays But quickly say wilt thou confess the truth Edward As true as I am born of Kingly Linage And am the best Plantagenet next my Father I never carnallie did touch her body Saxon. Edward this answer had we long ago Seest thou this brat speak quickly or he dyes Edward His death will be more piercing to thine eyes Than unto mine he is not of my kin Hede. O Father O myne Uatter spare myne kindt O Edouart O Prince Edouart spreak now oder nimmermehr die kindt ist mein it soll nicht sterben Saxon. Have I dishonoured my self so much To bow my Knee to thee which never bow'd But to my God and am I thus rewarded Is he not thine speak murderous-minded Prince Edward O Saxon Saxon mitigate thy rage First thy exceeding great humilitie When to thy captive prisoner thou didst kneel Had almost made my lying tongue confess The deed which I protest I never did But thy not causeless furious madding humour Together with thy Daughters pitious cryes Whom as my life and soul I dearly love Had thorowly almost perswaded me To save her honour and belie my self And were I not a Prince of so high blood And Bastards have no scepter-bearing hands I would in silence smother up this blot And in compassion of thy Daughters wrong Be counted Father to an others Child For why my soul knows her unguiltiness Saxon. Smooth words in bitter sense is thine answer Hede. Ey vatter geue mir mein kindt die kind i st mein Saxon. Das weis ich
THE TRAGEDY OF ALPHONSUS EMPEROUR OF GERMANY As it hath been very often acted with great applause at the Private house in BLACK-FRIERS by his MAIESTIES Servants By George Chapman Gent LONDON Printed for HUMPHREY MOSELEY and are to be sold at his Shopp at the Princes Arms in St. Pauls Church-yard 1614 To the Reader I Shall not need to bespeak thee Courteous if thou hast seen this Piece presented with all the Elegance of Life and Action on the Black-Friers Stage But if it be a Stranger to thee give me leave to prepare thy acceptation by telling thee it was receiv'd with general applause and thy judgement I doubt not will be satisfied in the reading I will not raise thy Expectation further nor delay thy Entertainment by a tedious Preface The Design is high the Contrivement subtle and will deserve thy grave Attention in the perusall Farewell Dramatis Personae ALphonsus Emperour of Germany The seven Electors of the German Empire King of Bohemia Bishop of Mentz Bishop of Collen Bishop of Tryer Pallatine of the Rhein Duke of Saxon Marquess of Brandenburgh Prince Edward of England Richard Duke of Cornwall Lorenzo de Cipres Secretary to the Emperour Alexander his Son the Emperours Page Isabella the Empress Hedewick Daughter to the Duke of Saxon Captain of the Guard Souldiers Jaylor Two Boores ALPHONSUS Emperour of Germany Enter Alphonsus the Emperour in his night-gown and his shirt and a torch in his hand Alexander de Tripes his Page following him Al. BOy give me the Master Key of all the doors To Bed again and leave me to my self Exit Alexder Is Richard come have four Electors sworn To make him Keisar in despite of me Why then Alphonsus it is time to wake No Englishman thou art too hot at hand Too shallow braind to undermine my throne The Spanish Sun hath purifi'd my wit And dry'd up all gross humours in my head That I am sighted as the King of Birds And can discern thy deepest Stratagems I am the lawful German Emperour Chosen enstall'd by general consent And they may tearm me Tyrant as they please I will be King and Tyrant if I please For what is Empire but a Tyrannie And none but children use it otherwise Of seven Electors four are falln away The other three I dare not greatly trust My Wife is Sister to mine enemy And therefore wisely to be dealt withall But why do I except in special When this position must be general That no man living must be credited Further than tends unto thy proper good But to the purpose of my silent walk Within this Chamber lyes my Secretary Lorenzo de Cipres in whose learned brain Is all the compass of the world containd And as the ignorant and simple age Of our forefathers blinded in their zeal Receiv'd dark answers from Appollo's shrine And honour'd him as Patron of their bliss So I not muffled in simplicitie Zealous indeed of nothing but my good Hast to the Augur of my happiness To lay the ground of my ensuing Wars He learns his wisdom not by flight of Birds By prying into sacrificed beasts By Hares that cross the way by howling Wolves By gazing on the Starry Element Or vain imaginary calculations But from a setled wisdom in it self Which teacheth to be void of passion To be Religious as the ravenous Wolf Who loves the Lamb for hunger and for prey To threaten our inferiors with our looks To flatter our Superiors at our need To be an outward Saint an inward Devill These are the lectures that my Master reads This Key commands all Chambers in the Court Now on a sudain will I try his wit I know my comming is unlook'd for He opens the door and finds Lorenzo sleep a loft Nay sleep Lorenzo I will walk a while As nature in the framing of the world Ordain'd there should be nihil vacuum Even so me thinks his wisdom should contrive That all his Study should be full of wit And every corner stuft with sentences What 's this Plato Aristotle tush these are ordinary It seems this is a note but newly written He reads a note which he finds among his Books Una arbusta non alit duos Erithicos which being granted the Roman Empire will not suffice Alphonsus King of Castile and Richard Earl of Cornwall his competitor thy wisdom teacheth thee to cleave to the strongest Alphonsus is in possession and therefore the strongest but he is in hatred with the Electors and men rather honour the Sunrising than the Sun going down I marry this is argued like himself and now me thinks he wakes Lorenzo Riseth and snatches at his sword which hung by his Bed side Loren. What are there thieves within the Emperour's Court Villain thou dy'st what mak'st thou in my Chamber Alphon. How now Lorenzo wilt thou slay thy Lord Loren. I do beseech your sacred Majesty to pardon me I did not know your grace Alphon. Ly down Lorenzo I will sit by thee The ayr is sharp and piercing tremble not Had it been any other but our self He must have been a villain and a thief Loren. Alas my Lord what means your excellence To walk by night in these so dangerous times Alphon. Have I not reason now to walk and watch When I am compast with so many foes They ward they watch they cast and they conspire To win confederate Princes to their aid And batter down the Eagle from my creast O my Lorenzo if thou help me not Th' Imperial Crown is shaken from my head And giv'n from me unto an English Earl Thou knowest how all things stand as well as we Who are our enemies and who our friends Who must be threatned and who dallyed with Who won by words and who by force of arms For all the honour I have done to thee Now speak and speak to purpose in the cause Nay rest thy body labour with thy brain And of thy words my self will be the scribe Loren. Why then my Lord take Paper Pen and Ink Write first this maxim it shall do you good 1. A Prince must be of the nature of the Lion and the Fox but not the one without the other Alphon. The Fox is subtil but he wanteth force The Lion strong but scorneth policie I 'l imitate Lysander in this point And where the Lion's hide is thin and scant I 'l firmly patch it with the Foxes fell Let it suffice I can be both in one Loren. 2. A Prince above all things must seem devout but there is nothing so dangerous to his state as to regard his promise or his oath Alphon. Tush fear not me my promise are sound But he that trusts them shall be sure to fail Loren. Nay my good Lord but that I know your Majesty To be a ready quickwitted Scholar I would bestow a comment on the text 3. Trust not a reconciled friend for good turns cannot blot out old grudges Alphon. Then must I watch the Palatine of the Rhein I caus'd his Father to be
the face Collen Your Holiness shall pardon me in this Had I the profit I would take the pains With shame enough your Grace may bring the message Mentz Thus am I wrong'd God knows unguiltily Brand. Then arm your countenance with innocency And boldly do the message to the Prince For no man else will be the messenger Mentz Why then I must since ther 's no remedy Exit Mentz Brand. If Heav'n that guides the hearts of mighty men Do calm the Winds of these great Potentates And make them like of this Arbitrament Sweet Peace will tryumph thorough Christendom And Germany shall bless this happy day Enter Alexander de Toledo the Page Alexand. O me most miserable O my dear Father Bohem. What means this passionate accent what art thou That sounds these acclamations in our ears Alex. Pardon me Princes I have lost a Father O me the name of Father kils my heart O! I shall never see my Father more H 'as tane his leave of me for age and age Collen What was thy Father Alex. Ah me I what was a not Noble Rich valiant well-belov'd of all The glory and the wisdom of his age Chief Secretary to the Emperour Collen Lorenzo de Toledo is he dead Alex. Dead ay me dead ay me my life is dead Strangely this night bereft of breath and sense And I poor I am comforted in nothing But that the Emperour laments with me As I exclame so he he rings his hands And makes me mad to see his Majesty Excruciate himself with endless sorrow Collen The happiest news that ever I did hear Thy Father was a villain murderer Witty not wise lov'd like a Scorpion Grown rich by the impoverishing of others The chiefest cause of all these mutinies And Caesar's tutor to all villanie Alex. None but an open lyar terms him so Col. What Boy so malepert Bohem. Good Collen bear with him it was his Father Dutch-land is blessed in Lorenzo's Death Brand. Did never live a viler minded man Exeunt Manet Alex. Alex. Nor King nor Churfurst should be privileg'd To call me Boy and rayl upon my Father Were I wehrsafflig but in Germany A man must be a Boy at 40. years And dares not draw his weapon at a Dog Till being soundly box'd about the ears His Lord and Master gird him with a sword The time will come I shall be made a man Till then I 'l pine with thought of dire revenge And live in Hell untill I take revenge ACT. II. Enter Alphonsus Richard Earl of Cornwall Mentz Trier Prince Edward Bohemia Collen Brandenburge Attendants and Pages with a sword Bohem. Behold here come the Princes hand in hand Pleas'd highly with the sentence as it seems Alphon. Princes and Pillars of the Monarchy We do admire your wisdoms in this cause And do accept the King of Bohemia As worthy partner in the Government Alas my Lords I flatly now confess I was alone too weak to underprop So great a burden as the Roman Empire And hope to make you all admire the course That we intend in this conjunction Richard That I was call'd from England with consent Of all the seven Electors to this place Your selves best know who wrote for me to come 'T was no ambition mov'd me to the journey But pitty of your half declining State Which being likely now to be repayr'd By the united force of these two Kings I rest content to see you satisfied Mentz Brave Earl wonder of Princely patience I hope your grace will not mis-think of me Who for your good and for the Empires best Bethought this means to set the world at Peace Edward No doubt this means might have been thought upon Although your Holiness had dy'd in Prison Mentz Peace peace young Prince you want experience Your Unckle knows what cares accompany And wait upon the Crowns of mightiest Kings And glad he is that he hath shak'd it off Edward Heark in your ear my Lord hear me one word Although it were more than a million Which these two Kings bestow'd upon your grace Mine Unckle Richards million sav'd your life Mentz Your were best to say your Vnckle brib'd me then Edward I do but say mine Vnckle sav'd your life You know Count Mansfield your fellow Prisoner Was by the Duke of Brunschwig put to death Mentz You are a Child my Lord your words are wind Edward You are a Fox my Lord and past a Child Bohem. My Lord of Cornwall your great forwardness Crossing the Seas with aid of Englishmen Is more than we can any way requite But this your admirable patience In being pleas'd with our election Deserves far more than thanks can satisfie In any thing command the Emperours Who live to honour Richard Earl of Cornwall Alpho. Our deeds shall make our Protestations good Mean while brave Princes let us leave this place And solace us with joy of this accord Enter Isabella the Empress Hedewick the Duke of Saxon's Daughter apparelled like Fortune drawn on a Globe with a Cup in her hand wherein are Bay leaves whereupon are written the lots A train of Ladies following with Musick Empress To gratulate this unexpected Peace This glorious league confirm'd against all hope Joyful Isabella doth present this shew Of Fortunes triumph as the custom is At Coronation of our Emperours If therefore every party be well pleas'd And stand content with this arbitriment Then daign to do as your Progenitors And draw in sequence Lots for Offices Alphon. This is an order here in Germany For Princes to disport themselves with all In sign their hearts so firmly are conjoyn'd That they will bear all fortunes equally And that the world may know I scorn no state Or course of life to do the Empire good I take my chance My Fortune is to be the Forrester Emp. If we want Venson either red or fallow Wild bore or bear you must be fin'd my Lord Bohem. The Emperour's Taster I Emp. Your Majesty hath been tasted to so oft That you have need of small instructions Richard I am the bowr Sister what is my charge Emp. Tyr'd like a Carter and a Clownish Bowr To bring a load of Wood into the Kitchin Now for my self Faith I am Chamber Maid I know my charge proceed unto the next Alphon. Prince Edward standeth melancholy still Please it your Grace my Lord to draw your lot Emp. Nephew you must be solemn with the sad And given to myrth in sportful Company The German Princes when they will be lusty Shake of all cares and Clowns and they are Fellows Edward Sweet Aunt I do not know the Country guise Yet would be glad to learn all fashions Since I am next good Fortune be my guide Brand. A most ingenuous countenance hath this Prince Worthy to be the King of England's Heir Edward Be it no disparagement to you my Lords I am your Emperour Alphon. Sound trumpets God save the Emperour Collen The world could never worse have fitted me I am not old enough to be the Cook