the good natur'd Pietro and the Generons Barbarossa are I have not seen them at Alba Regalis all this Evening I 'll warrant you one is consulting the good of the Christians Souls as the other did of their Bodies in the West and are as calm in their Consciences as the meek suffering Martyrs and as little disturb'd at the News as a Hare at the first opening of the Kennel Well I 'll go in and visit some of their Active Brethren who at this time now are wonderful busie in forging false Reports to scatter amongst the People Had who have we yonder Oh there 's He is going forward the Jebusites private Cabal now they are preparing business to be offer'd in Council a Company of true State-Tinkers who under the pretence of mending one Fault make twenty Well I must be incognito I 'll stand up here and listen I may edifie upon it perhaps Pie We have no time Gentlemen to make long Speeches let us each offer our Sentiments and from thence we 'll pick out matter for the fittest Proposals to be made to Cullydada 1 Jeb What are the Heads of the Prince Lysander's Declaration Bar. I am afraid the Reverend Pietro's and mine are two of them Rem Ay And I hope he 'll have better hold of them that in his Declaration aside 2 Jeb Does our Danger proceed from the Person of the Prince Pie Oh! He 's the Primum Mobile of the Faction 2 Jeb Why then can we want a Zealous Brother that will venture to give him a gentle touch under the Fifth Rib 'T is the way of the Pagans and according to the Instructions of Mother-Church Pie I confess 't is lawful but not at this time seasonable we must use Lenitives yet a while we may have a time yet Rem Yes yes I may see them all take their turns in good time aside Bar. The Plaguy Christian Nobles advise the King forthwith to call the Sanhedrim They all start at the Word Rem Oh! how they wince at the very name of it aside Omnes Vdsbud a Sanhedrim Why the very thought of one's as dreadful as the sight of a Death's Head and there 's a Memento mori to us included in the very Words Pie Alack my Breath smells of Hemp ever since you mention'd it Why prithee what was our business here for these many long years but to stave off Sanhedrims unless now and then to let them come together for matter of Form and to fill the Kings Coffers which we always made sure to employ against themselves Bar. Nay I had as lief take a Lion by the Paw as look a House of Commons in the Face they have such a plaguy way of making a Man dancing the Somerset before 'em and turning him inside outward I should not be my self again while I liv'd Rem Nay o' my Conscience there must be a great dearth of Halters here if you liv'd long after aside Jeb But how do the People behave themselves Rem Ay there 's the sting aside Pie Why to be plain As Malefactors at the Gallows when they see a Reprieve come an unusual blithness in the face of the better sortst and an insulting boldness in the Rabble I walkt the Streets last Night in Disguise on purpose to hear their Sentiments where you should see at every other Door private Caballers and publick Mutineers At one place they stop'd me and made me Drink Confusion to Pietro and his Holy Colleague the Chancellor at another I saw a company of Boys were busie in twisting of Wattles I ask'd what they were for They presently return'd to hang the Iebusites together and make a present of them to the Prince Lisander Now this is our Distemper Brother Barbarossa what do you prescribe Bar. Why I am at a stand I have a plaguy Crick in my Neck of a suddain and that 's very ominous Oh that I had but two or three State Days in the West again Oh 't would be an infallible remedy R. Nay your Worship need not doubt of making one Holy-day before you dye yet aside Enter Messenger Mess My Lord the King sends for you both with all speed Bar. What 's the News prithee Mess The Prince Lysander is landed in the West with a formidable Army and the Country pour in like Hail to him some of the King's Troops have already entirely joyn'd him and all the people declare unanimously for him B. Oh poor Chancellor P. Ah-poor Pietro They run off clapping and wringing their Hands Scene III. Alba Regalis Enter Queen tearing her Hair and wringing her Hands with Dadamore the Nurse with the pretended Prince and Mazato Sycophante and Remarquo at a distance Qu. Oh Villains Rebels Traytors thus to betray their King and me Are these their Christian Principles Foh she spits Rem Why there 's the business these ill-natur'd Christians Out upon 'em that two or three Millions of Souls should so unanimously conspire to save their ancient dear bought Laws from being subverted their Religion from being violated and their Throats from being Cut when her Majesty had such a longing desire for it Indeed it was ill manners Qu. Oh if Barbarossa and the General had followed Pietro's advice and mine they should not have left either Hive or Bee in that cursed West Rem Ay but the Soldiers are wiser now for to save shedding of Blood they are all gone over to one side aside Dad. Dear Hautefelia do not so immoderately grieve but think thy loving Dadamore shall still supply all that envious Fortune can take from thee Qu. Dear Dadamore I must confess thou art the prop and stay of all my hopes but Enter Messenger Speak What 's the News make no preamble be plain and short Mess The King sends word his Army is revolted his very Friends Relations all are gone and he 's returning with all speed for fear of being surprized by the Enemy Qu. Oh! Tortures Plagues and Curses seize them Come come my Friends for you must share my Fate Mess Alack if I should lose my Tommy now in this hurly burly aside she howles Manet Remarq Solus Exit Qu. cum suis Rem Oh the hard Hearts of People grown in Sin She 's sensible of the Plague that follows her But thinks not of the cause her Coward Soul Essential to the wicked now can pine and howl At the apprehension of due punishment But with unimitable boldness she Could run through all the dreadful Catalogue Of hainous Sins without a doubt or scruple Nay she does yet even refuse to own Or to repent her Crimes against the Nation Her Crown her State her Grandeur are the things That cause her Tears and Curses but better far Some watry drops from her should singly go Than Streams of Blood shou'd from the Nations flow Exit Rem Enter King Pietro Barbarossa Philanax Messenger King Does he design so suddenly to come Mess Some of his Troops will quarter here to night King pawses a while I 'le answer all by
THE Abdicated Prince OR THE ADVENTURES of FOUR YEARS A Tragi-Comedy As it was lately Acted at the COURT at ALBA REGALIS By several Persons of Great Quality Nec Lex est justior ulla Quam necis artifices arte perire sua The Second Edition LONDON Printed for John Carterson 1690. THE Actors Names The MEN. Cullydada King of Hungaria Nova Philanax his true Friend and Counsellor but out of Favour Philodemus Duke of Monumora the Darling of the People Pietro a sly malicious Villain a Renegado Christian and turn'd a Mahometan Priest chief Favourite of the Kings and a Mortal Enemy to the Hungarians Count Dadamore a special Favourite of the Queens an Italian by Birth and sent on a Secret Message by the Mufti to the Hungarian Court. Barbarossa Chancellor of Hungaria a bloody-minded Villain and Enemy to the Christians Warranto Two Creatures of the Chancellors rais'd on purpose to ruine the Laws and Liberties of the Hungarians Dispenso Two Creatures of the Chancellors rais'd on purpose to ruine the Laws and Liberties of the Hungarians Remarquo an Honest Hungarian a deep Observer of the Court Intrigues who by a Witty sort of Buffoonry picks out and discovers all their Plots and Contrivances Sentinels Rabble Messengers Country-People Officers The WOMEN Hautefelia Queen of Hungary a proud imperious bloody minded Woman sworn Enemy to the Christians of Hungary in Love with Count Dadamore Mazeto Marchioness of Bulgaria chief Confident of Hautefelia Sycophante Countess of Shambrogue and Favourite of Hautefelia Celia Midwife to the Queen Secretta Nurse to the Queen THE Abdicated Prince OR THE ADVENTURES OF FOUR YEARS ACT I. SCENE I. The Curtain being drawn the King and Queen are discover'd within the Scenes rising as it were from a private Banquet and advancing forward on the Stage The Queen begins Queen NOW the great Business of my Life is over That Clog to all my Cullidada's hopes That still kept down and aw'd my aspiring heart Is now remov'd with silence and with safety And now my active Free-born Soul 's at liberty Yes Cullidada he is gone indeed But you must needs confess with gratitude My active prompting Tongue did first inflame Thy shrinking Soul with courage and with reason Time and Intemperance thou'dst often say Will soon perform and that without our Crime The utmost of our Wishes and Desires But still thou would'st forget the falling snow That then in flakes lay thick upon thy head Which the faint warmth alas of thy chill'd spirits Will ne're I fear be able yet to thaw And would'st thou not my Cullidada grieve Nay if as our most holy Prophet tells us There 's sense of pain and pleasure after death Would it not make thy Paradise a Hell To see thy vast ambitious Soul shrink back And skulk and herd with the ignoble crowd Of uncrown'd Heads I grant indeed that Nature do's encroach And sometimes would confine our Appetites Honour Religion Friendship too sometimes Those bugbears of the crafty Priest's creatio Will needs intrude to regulate our Fancies But these alas were at the first design'd To influence the crowd and to amuse The giddy Rabble while the King goes free And acts according to his inclination Tell me did e're the Mufti our High Priest When any powerful Monarch did demand Even what the most licentious would forbear Provided always it did not detract From his own Glory Interest and Power Tell me I say did ever he refuse Or with a tardy niggard hand send back His Bulls Indulgences and Dispensations From this it follows what the Monarch Wills Is Law and Equity of course King Well Hautefelia I must praise thy care To make my Crown sit easie on my head But I confess it something puzzles me And yet I want not Heart or Resolution To think in what a world of difficulties We stand engaged 'T is true the glorious lustre of a Crown Which by the easie temper of my Brother I grew acquainted and familiar with Did so awaken my ambitious thoughts And rais'd such murmuring contests in my breast As made me at the last become his Rival Then as two Friends who when they have agreed To share the pleasures of a beauteous Mistress Do yet with jealous eyes attend and watch Each fearing and suspecting partial Favours So I began to blame my unjust Fortune That by a trick of Eldership had given What my bold Genius told me I deserv'd Nay and deserv'd alone Then still as my dislike grew on the faults And weakness of my Rival as I thought Encreas'd and multiply'd Qu. 'T is well you say You saw these faults and yet could tamely stand And wait the formal stroak of tedious time E're boldly grasp at what you thought your due Enter Pietro Barbarossa at one door Remarquo at another K. Yet Hautefelia I in time grew wise And nick'd the happy Minute With thy bold Counsels and my own Ambition Prompted I made a quick advance Did I not Barbarossa Barb. Why truly Sir by the neatness of the Contrivance and quickness in the Execution a body would think your Majesty was no Learner in the Trade of packing off Elder Brothers K. You know the manner so I 'le hold my Tongue Remarquo aside Oh had restraining Providence so held your hand May it please your Majesty to hear your honest old Servant speak a word or two K. Speak on Rem I have a scurvy Brother who in a small dispute about Priority even in my Mothers Belly gave me a swinging box on the Ear before I was aware and by the advantage of that blow slipt into the World before me and enjoys three thousand a Year in my prejudice nay though he has had the Ptysick and labour'd under a Consumption these fourteen Years has neither Chick nor Child and can't spend the Tithe of his Rents yet he won't give me a farthing to maintain me and would as soon invite a Captain and his Troop to Free-quarters in his House as me to take share of a Bottle of his Wine or a Christmass-dinner Now Sir here are your Chancellour and Confessor two Persons of Notorious Conscience and Piety they understand my Case and I beg your Majesties favourable determination Here Barb. and Pietro shuffle up in hast to Remarq and both whisper him Barb. Sir I know your Case very well and if you would bring it before me I should bring your Brother to reason three thousand a Year say you and so inhumane to his only Brother But I will be your Friend not that I expect to be much a gainer though I confess it will be a troublesome point Three thousand a Year said he aside this A Man might pick up a handsome Portion for his Daughter out of it and egad we must provide for those of our Houshold as they say Pietro to Rem aside Sir your Case appears hard and difficult but I could put you into present enjoyment of two thirds of it if I could be sure of the other K. Well Gentlemen you
And here my Punishment Nor is thine far behind Repent Repent Pointing to his Neck Thy Fate 's determin'd and the Time draws on Thy Crown by Fratricide obtain'd is gone Thy Life 's inglorious troublesome and short To Friends a Burden to thy Foes a Sport Ghost of Col. Ah! my ungrateful Master are you here Your cheated Secretary does appear Partly to chide your black Ingratitude That could so easily betray my Blood But chiefly to inform you you mistake If for a Saint you Columena take Believe me Sir and Spirits seldom lie You are your self as much a Saint as I. Ah much more likely 't is you may be one Since Providence permits your Glass to run And gives you time to think and mend your Errors For after Death you cannot plead Demurrers Ah! Think in time then and repent your Evil Or else by Mahomet you 'll be a Devil Oh! Roguey Priests How often they repeatrd If I 'd conceal how well I should be treated If you 'll believe them you 'll like me be cheated Ghost of Step. Col. By perjur'd Tongues suborn'd and brib'd by thee I fell the Victim of thy Cruelty No Age nor Sex nor Quality was free From the base Insults of thy Tyranny Through all Degrees of Wickedness thou 'st gone Through all the murth'ring Arts of cursed Babylon Nor Prince nor Peasant Lords nor Commons stood Free from thy cruel Thirst of shedding Blood Thy Friends scarce pity thee thy Foes despise And Heaven who sees the Justice of our Cries Has curst thee Thy Fate 's determin'd in the Eternal Roll Thou shalt with Speed and Ignominy fall All that thy cruel Subtilty has done Shall in the compass of one short liv'd Sun Be lost unravell'd spurn'd and trod upon Ghost of Ess Unhappy Prince by what blind Fury led Dost thou delight these Paths of Blood to tread Does thy insatiate Moloch still require More of thy Sons to pass the fatal Fire Does thy strange Principles and Zeal o'rethrow All ties of Blood of Vertue and of Law Will not the Father King nor Friend controul The wild Excesses of thy boundless Soul Ah! Prince look back see what a Multitude The King looks back affrighted Of pale-fac'd threatning Ghosts about thee croud All earnest Suppliants at th' Heavenly Throne For Vengeance on thy Guilty Head alone And they 've obtain'd thy Fate is written there And soon thou l't find it executed here Ghost of Rossel Pity a Stranger to thy Savage Soul Does yet my just Resentments so controul That at the Throne of Grace I am become A Suppliant to reverse thy fearful Doom But oh thy unrelenting Soul denies Even Pity to thy self nay and defies Like hardned Rebels all just Terms of Peace Thou wouldst not bid one Tear for thy Eternal Ease Hear therefore what the Fates have now ordain'd Thy Crown is lost thy Fame for ever stain'd A Prince for God-like Qualities renown'd Shall raise the Groveling Kingdom from the Ground And stop the Torrent of its bleeding Wounds In base Disguise thou shalt obscurely fly Be made the sport of every common Eye And dwindle a short tedious Life in Misery As soon as the Ghost of Lord Rosselio has done speaking all the rest of the Ghosts clap their hands aloud and pointing and laughing at Cullydada they dance round him Only the Ghost of Monumora seems pensive and shakes his head in a lamenting manner which the King takes much notice of and in a trembling manner ventures to come a little towards him and speaks King By that Divine and Glorious Form I guess If Ghosts may carry Names thou art Monumora The Valiant Son of my most Royal Brother The Ghost nods in token of assent Thou seem'st to carry on that solid Brow More of calm Sorrow than of just Revenge Good Heavens He seems to weep his shaking Head Seems to lament the Misery that waits me Speak Holy Shade canst thou forgive the Wrongs Which cruel Policy of State and sordid Fear Prompted by bloody Importunites Of an imperious Wife and Crafty Priest Made me commit Ghost Repent and I forgive K. Sighs and groans heavily This is the first time my hardned Heart E're melted with Remorse Oh! the sharp Sting Of a Relenting Guilty Conscience Dear Shade accept my just unfeigned Sorrow The only Recompense I now can make Thy undeserved goodness has o'recome me And I am now all over Penitence Oh! that I could reverse the Book of Fate And re-instate thee on the Earth again Methinks 't would ease me of a Load of Sin If to my troubled Conscience I could plead Not Guilty of the Death of Monumora Ghost Repent and I forgive He is going K. Stay Sacred Shade and since thy Goodness can With so much ease forgive let me prevail From thy Divine Intelligence to learn The utmost of that Fate that threatens me The Ghost is just going to speak and the Cock Crows at which they start and shaking their Heads at Cullydada they Vanish Enter Messenger Mess Sir I was hither from the Low-Lands sent With Letters to your Sacred Majesty He gives the Letters and the K. Reads he starts and stamps K. Five Hundred Sail and Forty Thousand Men And ready just to Sail Did you see any Mess 'T is too true my Liege 't was whisper'd there They'd Sayl the Morning Tyde K. And is it certain That they design to Invade our Kingdom here Mess At first the Rumours were so various We could not fix on any Certainty But 't is no longer now a Secret made That they design their Course for Hungary Exit Mess K. muses This unexpected Storm does more confound me Than all the threatning Dangers of my Life Five Hundred Sail of Ships 't is wonderful Mann'd Victual'd Fix'd and ready to Hoise Sayl And all with such profound strange Privacy It seems to carry fatal Omens with it Since Providence already seems to fide with them Sure my Prophetick Ghosts could never mean To spur my eager Fate so quickly on And I design'd if time had been allow'd T' have taken all effectual humane means To baffle their pretended Fate If Shoals of Gallick Friends and bold Hiberians Could have perform'd what I so long design'd They should have swarm'd in all their Christian Hives And turn'd their murmuring Hosts a grazing But still I 'll not despair Industrious Wisdom often does prevent What lazy Folly thinks inevitable Big swelling Clouds are by the Winds blown o're And threatning storms may dwindle into Showres Exit King ACT. V. Scene II. The Mosque at the Palace of St. Jacques The Scene draws and discovers Barbarossa Pietro and several Pagan Priests and Jebusites in Consultation Enter Remarquo Rem This News has struck 'em all dumb you can see nothing at Court but a Company of moving Statues the Christians whisper indeed but the Pagans shake their Heads as Physitians do when they give a Man over and the King runs to and fro as if he were pursu'd by a Spirit or Goblin I wonder where
a Messenger of mine Exit Mess King Well my Friends you see how Fate and Time press me I have told you my designs and this Night resolve to put them in execution the Queen and Child are safe gone off and Pietro she has left her Casket of Jewels to your care and charge Pie I 'le be her faithful Carrier humh the Iewels to my charge Nay there 's a little comfort then I find I shall not go empty handed Yes yes I shall take care of them aside King It begins to grow late we must separate Well my good Friends farewel we may meet again Ex. K. Bar. Pie Enter Rabble with Links and Staves shouting and hollowing 1 Rab. Come come away Boys away the King has slip'd away but we 'll claw his Pagans off 2 Rab. Ay ay let 's pull down their Houses they have abundance of Crosses and Beads in them Oh I hate Crosses there 's none but Heathens love Crosses 3 Rab. Ay let 's pull down Count what de call'ems house Oh he 's a devilish Pagan there 's abundance of Gold and Money there 4 Rab. Nay then it deserves to be pull'd down I 'le warrant you they worship it there 5 Rab. Ay and there 's Goodman Fangum he 's a Plaguy Fellow Iowe him for two Suits of Cloaths indeed but he rayl'd so sadly against Prince Lysander that I have no mind to pay him 6 Rab. Come come we will lay down our Lives for the Christian Religion and so 't is unreasonable these Pagans should have such a deal of Money come away Boys away Enter Pietro disguis'd like a Tinker with a Budget at his Back 1 Rab. So honest Brother come along with us Efack you shall have Brass enough to mend Pie Ay Ay come away God bless the Christian Religion and hang the Pagans Omnes Amen Amen 2 Rab. Come along Old Bay we 'll make thee for ever Pie O' my Conscience they 'll make me out of my Wits if they keep me much longer aside 3 Rab. Come old Boy throw away that Budget thou shalt have a purse full of Brass and Iron Pie No hang it I 'll keep it because 't was my Fathers Uds-be as black as the Case appears there 's a heavenly lustre within O my Heart akes for my Jewels 7 Rab. Oh! I love this gutting of Houses dearly my Father was brought up to the Trade 8 Rab. I had a Brother liv'd and dy'd in 't 9 Rab. Ay Tom I remember him very well I saw him cut down 10 Rab. Away away Boys holloo holloo They shout and go off with Pie Enter Guard with Barbarossa in a Tarpawlins Disguise follow'd by the Rabble Bar. For Heavens sake Sir's keep me from the Mob and do else what you please with me 1 Rab. Do you hear the Villain abuses us he calls us plain Mob without an M. to it 2 Rab. Ay ay a Rogue he hang'd my Brother in the Wâ—â— without ever a Letter in the whole Criss Cross Row He would not let him speak one word or tittle for himself 3 Rab. Hey day why is this the Chancellor Why he look as if he had been at Sea 4 Rab. No he looks as if he would have been at Sea but hang him he was never born to be drown'd 5 Rab. Why here 's a strange alteration here 's the Judge turn'd Executioner he 's like the Hangman in the West 6 Rab. O the Villain he hang'd my Father for giving a handful of Hay to one of the Lord of Monumora's Horsemen Oh his tear him to pieces Guard stand off there Exeunt omnes Scene IV. The Palace of St. Jacques Enter Prince Lyfander attended with the Nobility and Gentry of Hungary and Guards in a magnificent manner with Drums beating Trumpets sounding Colours flying the People shouting and the Guns round the great Tower firing at which the Stars clear up the Sun shines and all the inchanted Pagan Mosques Priests Jebusites Crosses Beads Quo Warranto's Dispensators Ecclesiastick Commissioners c. vanish in a moment FINIS