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A35321
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The English princess, or, The death of Richard the III a tragedy written in the year 1666, and acted at His Highness the Duke of York's Theatre.
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Caryll, John, 1625-1711.
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Wing C744; ESTC R170909
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give my Eyes the Joy to see My dearest Captive set at libertie Charlot I Madam who your pleasure thus obey Charlot unvails Am not your Daughter she 's convey'd away And you the means of her Escape may guess When you behold me in my borrow'd Dress As mine abus'd our Friends so her Disguise More happily deceiv'd our Enemies Queen Her absence does my former pain repeat Ah! bring me to the place of her retreat Charlot You 'l find her at the Cloister fix't in Prayer Heaven and Religion now her Guardians are Strange Charlot I little thought I could by thee In this bold Rescue so transcended be Madam as faithful Guards we shall attend To the Queen Your Person and the Princess Life defend Exeunt SCEN. VI. The Scene is changed to Bosworth-Field Enter King Lovel Ratclife and Souldiers Richmond's Standard taken by the King is carried in Triumph before him King Behold the Traitor's Standard here we see Heaven gives an earnest of full Victorie Lovel You the great Brandonâ—lew â—lew you this have gain'd We owe the day Sir to your single hand No Monarch's story boasts so high a deed As Kings all men surpass you Kings exceed Ratclife You all the glorious marks of Conquest wear And greater then your self this day appear I saw stout Cheyny fall by your strong hand That sturdy Oak could not your Thunder stand King Richmond was next I had him in my Eye But he was shelter'd by my Victory Such heaps of Bodies did obstruct my way That my own Conquest did my Conquest stay And Richmond for the safety of his Head Ow'd less unto the Living then the Dead A Charge is sounded Lovel Hark! a fresh Charge they sound these desp'rate men Rally their broken Force to break again Enter Souldier Treason Sir Treason Stanly's false Brigade Have left your Colours and our Men invade Richmond in person leads them on and all That have oppos'd them either flye or fall King Perfidious Slaves Ratclife without delay These Fatal Rings to Catesby's hands convey I 'le blast the Fruit of all their Victory Strange and the Princess shall together dye Come shew me Richmond for I 'le break through all To the Sould. His Guards and crush the Traytor with my fall Exit King c. Enter King and Sir W. Stan. habited like Richmond at several doors King Ha! is it he now Fortune thou art kind Sir W. Stanly Enjoy your wish For Richmond here you find Come Sir dispatch this work the shortest way Our single hands will best decide the day King Agree'd of all my Stars I ask no more Thou art the only Saint whom I implore kissing his Sword They fight Enter Rich. What Vision 's this which does abuse my eye with Souldiers Richmond interposeth Have I a Ghost that walks before I dye Who ere thou art bold Champion shew thy Face Thou dost usurp my Person and my place King The Dragon's Teeth are sown in Bosworth Field Which does a Harvest of arm'd Richmonds yield Sir William Stanly pulls up the Vizour of his Helmet Rich. Sir William Stanly King Traytor thy false heart Shall taste my vengeance Richmond Hold Sir let my part Be acted first you needs must know this Face The Shadow to the substance must give place Sir W. Stan. Great Sir the Law of Arms proclaims my right My Sword began it and must end the Fight Richmond Not a word more or I shall look on you As on the worst Usurper of the two King End your contention both employ'd shall be Rich. This Sword and Justice otherwise decree They fight How great thy Fame had bin hadst thou been good the King fals Pursue the flying but spare English Blood Ex. Sould. in pursuit King Fate art thou just what Crime is laid on me But the resemblace of thy Tyranny Since I must lose my Throne I only crave That nothing may be found beyond the Grave dyes Rich. Remove the Corps Heaven thou art just and good So Tyrants rise and so they fall in Blood My gallant likeness you must now reveal The cause of this extravagance of Zeal Sir W. Stan. Great Sir I took your shape because I knew The Tyrant's Rage did chiefly aim at you My Loyal care made me ambitious grow To rob you of your danger and your Foe Richmond My Person you in Fight so well became That what was like I wish had been the same Enter Oxford Sir all the bus'ness of the War is done The Living and the Dead your Conquest own The yielding Foe makes useless all our Swords And for your Mercy only work affords Richmond My Lord when we are Dust our Race will know How much this Day I to your Conduct owe The Name of Vere to me and mine shall be As high in Honour as in Loyaltie Enter Lord Stanly O my dear Friend must I rejoyce or grieve In this great Triumph does the Princess live L d Stanly Sir she does live and her past dangers prove The glorious Marks and Trophies of her Love Her faithful Page has all our Zeal out-done And to redeem her Life expos'd his own My George his high Intentions did express But only Charlot's Courage had Success Richmond Heaven can my Joys no farther now improve Since I am blest in Conquest and in Love My faithful Stanly I shall need your care To prosecute the Bus'ness of the War For I my Lords no longer can forbear To see her free whose glorious Chains I wear Exeunt omnes The Scene is changed to the Cloister where the Princess was retired SCEN. VII Enter Lord Strange Charlot L d Strange Charlot such Faith and Courage joyn'd in you Deserv'd to finish what I aim'd to do Charlot My Lord th' Event of my Design should be Justly ascrib'd to Fortune not to me Strange Thy modesty does but encrease thy Glory And leaves to future Age an useful Story Charlot What I have done deserves no memory I little did because I did not dye And now my Lord it were my happiest Lot If I by all the World might be forgot Stran. What means these words Would you the world forsake When your brave Deed does it so Happy make Foul Crimes have made their Authours desperate But can the Good and Prosperous their Lives hate Your Life 's my Gift Dispose not of my Due For as you sav'd the Princess I sav'd you Charlot You did defeat me in my Souls chief Aim Of leaving Life with a reprochless Name Strange Some hidden Mystery lies folded here But hark the glorious Richmond does draw neer The Trumpets sound Charlot What shall I do my shame will open lye to himself To all the World and to a Parent 's Eye In these Extremes what can my Honour save Relieve me Heaven or hide me in a Grave SCEN. VIII Enter Earl of Richmond Oxford Chandew and Attendants Richmond To Strange George thou art now unpawn'd thy courage shewn In our Concern speaks thee a Stanly's Son My dearest Boy rise up thy Actions may To