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A53462	The history of Henry the Fifth ; and, The tragedy of Mustapha, son of Solyman the Magnificent as they were acted at His Highness the Duke of York's Theater / written by the Right Honourable the Earl of Orrery.	Orrery, Roger Boyle, Earl of, 1621-1679.; Orrery, Roger Boyle, Earl of, 1621-1679. Mustapha, the son of Solyman the Magnificent.	1668 (1668)	Wing O480; ESTC R22002	39,499	58

was entirely yours when we did part Is from that high and blest condition flown I blushing say 't is now no more my own The Duke of Bedford by the noblest force That e're subdu'd a heart into remorse Did with such joint success act his design That I took his and then resign'd him mine Prin. Kath. Dear Princes I shall now admire no more What you have mention'd of Loves art and power Nor that so high in that discourse you went Since you but spoke your own experiment Prin. An. If Madam you had present been to see The softness of those Charms which conquer'd me You 'd wonder more that long I held the field Then that at last I willingly did yield Prin. Kath. The English Archers may victorious grow Where Love begins the conquest with his bow Prin. An. After we had this sacred friendship made He told me though his brother would invade This Kingdom to regain what was his due Yet the chief conquest he design'd was you He told me too though England still affords Beauties resistless as the English Swords Yet none of them prevail'd though ne're so bright Like your victorious picture at first sight Then he implor'd that when to you I came I would prepare you to receive his flame A flame which all things else must needs out-do Since by him cherish'd and inspir'd by you This Madam was the cause why I have prest To find if e're your heart were prepossest Let France by you be freed from her distress This happy union will procure her peace Prin. Kath. If me he lov'd her blood he then would spare Loves gentle voice is never heard in War Prin. An. Yet like a King to you he does pretend Glory he makes his way and Love his end Prin. Kath. Where bloud does cry can I a Lover hear Prin. An. When glory pleads what then can stop your Ear Enter a Lady Lady Madam the Council is assembled now And e're it sits the Queen would speak with you Prin. Kath. I come too long by Love we have been stay'd I will consider all that you have said Prin. An. Madam be pleas'd to think upon it so That France to you may her redemption owe. Exeunt THE SECOND ACT. Enter the King Duke of Exeter Duke of Bedford Earl of Warwick and Tudor King MY Lord of Warwick you may give to all The French of note the rites of Funeral It is a debt which to the dead we pay Rewarding Courage ev'n in those we slay Warwick It shall be done King Brother it will be fit The Pris'ners you to stronger Guards commit They shall a Court within our Army see And in it nothing want but liberty Bed They shall be safe yet have some freedom too King Uncle the great request I make to you Is to preserve our wounded men with care 'T is by their courage we victorious are Exeter They shall be serv'd with all they can desire We must that valour serve which you admire Exeunt Exeter Bedford Warwick Tudor Though this great day th'expecting world may see Your Title both to France and Victory And though no Conquerour alive or dead With nobler wreaths did ever crown his head Yet pardon me if I presume to say I see a sadness mis-becomes this day This day in which your friends and foes confess Nothing can make you greater nothing less So fixt are Fortunes Wheels they cannot turn Then Sir permit only the French to mourn The loss of York and Suffolk though too great Should not out-weigh your Enemies defeat If Sir your Wars cost not some lives like these You would not Conquests make but miracles Who in his Princes service finds a Grave Rather our envy than our grief should have And fighting in your sight who for you dyes Is blest enough without such Obsequies If to their death such envy'd grief you give You 'l make us then repent that we do live Sir for the living's sake your grief decline And let your looks clear as your glories shine King So great a loss as is above relief Even on this day might justifie my grief He who of friendship knows the sacred ties Will value more his Friends than Victories But that just sorrow which thou wouldst remove Is not a tribute paid to Death but Love If Fame or Power only in me did sway I could not have been seen in Clouds to day 'T is Love's fierce Fire which does my heart devour Less to be quench'd than heats of Fame or Power Tudor She must do more than Woman e're could do Resisting such a King and Conqu'rour too You though her eyes should brightest beams emit May safe in shades under your Laurels sit King My Laurels might a safe refreshment prove To any other heat but that of Love Their sacred force 'gainst Thunder only lies Not against lightning shot from conqu'ring eyes Whose pow'r like that of lightning I have felt My breast they wound not yet my heart they melt Tudor May I not know who does my King subdue King Saying I love I need not tell thee who VVho of the Planets speaks of brightest beams Need not say after 't is the Sun he means Tudor The Sun by all is mention'd at one rate But Fancy alters beauties estimate Were it not Fancy which that value gave All Lovers then would but one Mistress have King Such adoration Fancy cannot raise As to this beauty sight and reason pays For he whose heart Love can to ashes turn Must feel her eyes alone have right to burn But that this ignorance thou may'st decline Know I adore the Princess Katherine Loves Rebels by her eyes are kept in awe She reigns in France spight of the Salique Law Tudor Will not Loves heat make Glories flame expire King No Tudor it will rather raise it higher For none should aim at this exalted state Who makes not glory first his Advocate This was the cause when Charls her father sent Embassadours my conquest to prevent And this bright beauty offer'd for my Bride But with her as her Dowry France deny'd I shun'd the match knowing her beauties were No price for Peace but the reward of War My vows and passion she might justly scorn Did I not Crown her Queen where she was born And raise her boundless beauties to supply What a rude Law does to her Sex deny Tudor Perhaps your flame had with more lustre shone Had you for it declin'd the Gallick Throne For love of her to quit in France your right Is more then 't is to conquer it in fight Nor can you hope her passions flame to raise When with her Countries blood you stain your Bays King Dear Tudor I perceive because thou art A Subject thou mistak'st a Monarchs heart Those who from Royal veins derive their blood Find only in a Throne what 's great and good Sure Nature in her would much rather see Her Son then Brother rule this Monarchy Tudor A Love like this was never known before The Father you 'l

THE HISTORY OF Henry the Fifth AND THE TRAGEDY OF MUSTAPHA Son of SOLYMAN the Magnificent As they were Acted at his Highness the Duke of York's THEATER Written by The Right Honourable the Earl of ORRERY LONDON Printed for H. Herringman at the Sign of the Blew Anchor in the Lower Walk of the New Exchange 1668. The Persons King Henry the Fifth Mr. Harris Duke of Bedford his Brother Mr. Vnderhill Duke of Exeter his Uncle Mr. Cogan Earl of Warwick Mr. Aingel Bishop of Canterbury Mr. Lylinston Owen Tudor the King's Favourite Mr. Betterton The Dauphin Mr. Young Duke of Burgundy Mr. Smith Earl of Chareloys his Son Mr. Cadiman Constable of France Mr. Iames Noke De Chastel the Dauphin's Creature Mr. Norris Bishop of Arras Mr. Samford Count of Blamount Mr. Medborne Monsieur Colemore Mr. Floyd Queen of France Mrs. Long. Princess Katherine her Daughter Mrs. Betterton Princess Anne of Burgundy Mrs. Davis The Countess of La Marr. Mrs. Norris French Ladies Heralds Guards Henry the Fifth THE FIRST ACT. Enter King Henry the 5th the Duke of Exeter the Duke of Bedford and Owen Tudor with their Attendants King THis is the day in which our Valour must Prove to the French our claim to France is just Since 't will no other way be understood It must be writ in Characters of blood By injuries they us to Battel call Denying us our part they forfeit all 'T is fit in number they should us exceed That odds the French against the English need That odds which both obliges them and me Brings them to Fight and us to Victory Exeter Heav'n left us purposely but few for fight To shew the world by your success your right Bedford They seem t' acknowledge Heav'n is not their Friend Since on their boasted numbers they depend Which when their cause is reckon'd we should prize As Heav'n accounts them for a Sacrifice Enter Earl of Warwick Exeter The Earl of Warwick in his looks does bring Some News of high importance to the King Warw. Arm Arm Great Sir the Foe is in our view And has a Herauld sent to challenge you King Tell him I in this Field possess all France From which I 'le ne're retire but may advance In vain they threaten War or promise Peace They boast their numbers which we wish not less They are enow both to destroy and save But were they more they here might find a Grave Take care the Herauld so rewarded be That he may know his Message pleases me Under their Standards as I order'd you Are all my Troops fixt in the form I drew Warw. They are and like one face all looks agree Resolving and fore-telling Victory King Who e're a room to other thoughts affords Injures our Quarrel and mistakes our Swords Warw. How short a time and narrow space of ground Is 't 'twixt your Conquest and your being Crown'd King To make both shorter I will straight advance And by two Titles wear the Crown of France Uncle to your command with speed repair The right wing Brother does expect your care Both to the field of Battel lead the way Whilst but a moment I with Tudor stay Exeunt Exeter Bedford Warwick Oh my Best Friend thy sadness I must blame Tudor appears Canst thou now think on any thing but Fame Tudor When I reflect how many dangers still You must attempt how many more you will King Reflect on dangers which must glory win Tudor Excuse me if my duty makes me sin Since I no other way can grateful prove I 'le rather shew my fear then hide my love King That I to thee may proofs of mine dispence I now stay here though glory calls me hence When Fame when Life and Empire are at stake All thoughts of those for thee I can forsake Banish thy grief by thinking on that praise Which shall thy name so high in Battel raise That all my future favours men may say Are not what I bestow but what I pay Tudor What you have said and done brings me relief This day I will deserve your love or grief King Speak not of grief but think on that applause Which Heav'n doth still allow the juster cause Tudor Why should he be by too much courage lost Of whom alone this world has cause to boast Exeunt Enter Dauphin and De Chastel Dauph Let me despise what I can ne're obtain I 'll live retir'd since I 'm deny'd to reign My Mother having got the Regency Does either hate or is afraid of me But I perceive by my retirement here I shun her malice and suppress her fear I shall if I to Paris now return Her hatred feel or which is worse her scorn De Chast. But shall our Dauphin the undoubted Heir Sit idly peaceful in an active War And let his Enemy the Throne ascend Dauph He who my wrongs revenges is my Friend De Chastel you have often heard me plead That in this War I might the Army lead On me so high a trust she 'l not bestow And any other trust I think too low A Prince whose Soul as well as Birth is great If he in glory cannot shine should set From Courts I am condemn'd to Villages From noble toyls of War t'ignoble ease Where undisturb'd I 'll for her hatred grieve And honour makes me rather chuse to live Equal with men not worth the Governing Then be at Court and there not be a King De Chast. Though I confess her usage Sir has been Such as not fits a Mother or a Queen Yet Sir consider whilst from her you flye You more exalt the Duke of Burgundy Dauph That fatal name my fury doth advance 'T was he who Murth'red Royal Orleance And though the Queen recover my esteem No Palace can have space for me and him De Chast. Return the sooner to revenge that blood No man has well his interest understood Who to enjoy it scrupl'd at the way He who builds high must low foundations lay I by the Queen for your return am sent Her harsh behaviour she does now repent By kind submissions you may rule her heart And what 's deny'd by kindness gain by Art With small complyance you 'l suppress her hate When Nature's judge and Duty advocate Your absence Sir has cast your party down Few follow those on whom the Prince does frown Dauph Thou in all storms hast been my constant Friend I 'll on thy wisdom and thy care depend 'T is just I should to thy advice submit For he who makes my fate should govern it De Chast. With this glad news I will out-ride the Post And e're you come to Court I 'll clear the Coast. Exeunt Enter the Queen of France Princess Katharine Princess Anne of Burgundy Duke of Burgundy and their Train Queen This is the day Alanson sent us word He would our Fate determine by the Sword Which he has hastned hearing by his Spies The Plague had so impair'd our Enemies That more delay would make our Princes dream

alone Blam He for that honour Madam now does stay Prin. Kath. Since by the Queen commanded I obey Exit Blamount Enter Tudor Tudor Though Madam this high honour does excel What deeds can merit or what words can tell It shall no cause of new presumption be I 'le not repeat what you condemn'd in me I then presum'd to tell you of a Fire Your Eyes did ina Subjects heart inspire But Madam now th' assurance which I bring Is that your beauties have subdu'd a King A King renown'd by all the voice of Fame The least he has of Monarch is the name He only Love and Glory does pursue Which makes him Conquer France and yield to you And by th'unhappi'st of his Subjects says He at your feet his Heart and Laurel lays Judge what his Vertues are and what my Fate Which makes his Rival turn his Advocate Prin. Kath. Tudor what first you spoke made me not fear That Rival was a word I e're should hear For you in that repeat the past offence Which made me lately banish you from hence If by his worth your King claims my esteem Why grieve you that you plead to gain it him Tudor Ah Madam may I not your pardon crave For grieving when I part from all I have A Father when he sees his only Son Condemn'd to death for what he could not shun Though to the right of justice he submit May well be pardon'd if he mourns for it By double Dictates Madam I am led My loss makes me lament my justice plead But all my sorrows soon will lose their name If you raise him for whom I ruin'd am A Prince who only does as his just due Deserve to love you and be lov'd by you Prin. Kath. Has yet the Queen ought of this business known Tudor I had but leave to wait on you alone Those common paths of Kings mine will not tread To see by Picture and by proxy wed He 'l make his Court at an unusual rate His is a love of liking not of state And says he does not for a Mistress sue To France but humbly begs your self of you Prin. Kath. I but by Picture did to him appear Tudor Yes he has seen you in my Character 'T is far above the labour'd art of man To draw a Mistress as a Lover can Your Picture took his sight but you will find My words alone did Captivate his mind Though you may think the pencils pow'r is great It aims to paint a fire but not a heat Much less a heat which does from Love arise And which is kindled by his Mistress eyes The Pencil to my words resign'd the place Those drew your Soul that painted but your face Madam 't was I who told him how your mind With greater lustre then your beauty shin'd That from the Charms of your discourse and shape Men could no more then from your eyes escape And I may justly Madam be afraid He saw in me you acted all I said And to revenge that which you call'd a crime I on this Embassy am sent by him Prin. Kath. Tudor into a new relapse you fall You seem'd to mourn at your loves Funeral And I on that assurance pardon'd you Tudor I told you what was then not what is now If other words have wander'd in my talk The Ghost then of my murder'd love did walk And like a Ghost to none it shall appear But before you who are the Murtherer Prin. Kath. If you 'l to my esteem your self restore Let me by it be visited no more Tudor Madam I 'le strive t' obey you from this hour But since the dead have o're their Ghosts no power If mine again the trespass should commit My last request is that you 'l pardon it And to so sad a love some sorrow give Which troubles you when dead as when alive But for my King I must my suit renew And beg to know what I must say from you If to accept his passion you incline You 'l make his happiness your own and mine Since you deny what for my self I move Let me against my self successful prove Prin. Kath. You may acquaint the King all you have said Have in my thoughts a fit impression made That I as all who have but heard his name Believe his merit has acquir'd his fame Though I with passion wish that he had chose To raise his glory on remoter Foes I never more can his address receive Till from the Queen he has procur'd me leave Tudor Why do you Madam words so cruel speak Make him not for you to another seek Since in that way should he successful prove 'T will rather shew you can obey then love Only to you let him his blessings own Prin. Kath. I have declar'd my resolution Tudor To what then must the wretched Tudor trust Prin. Kath. To find his euer in what he grants is just Tudor How can that heal him which does make his wound Yet to obey you Madam he is bound But if hereafter you should chance to hear Some dying sighs which may offend your Ear Forc'd from him by the fiercest griefs assault Be pleas'd to pity not condemn the fault Exit Tudor Prin. Kath. Oh! why is Love call'd Natures highest Law When Title Man's invention does it awe But 't is the strength which reason does impart That makes my blood give rules thus to my heart If Nature reason on us did bestow Love Natures dictate 't would not overthrow But reason is a bright resistless fire Which Heav'n not Nature does in us inspire It is not Natures Child but Natures King And o're loves height does us to glory bring As bodies are below and Souls above So much should reason be preferr'd to Love Since Glory is the Souls most proper Sphere It does but wander when it moves not there This makes that King who Courts me France subdue And makes me flye what else I would pursue THE THRID ACT. Enter King Henry Tudor Tudor WHat I have said shews all that I have done The Daughter by the Mother must be won Those Sir who serving Heav'n to Heav'n pretend By others mediation reach that end King That obligation Tudor I 'le decline She shall be all her own that must be mine 'T is for her glory she her self should give The greatest gift that I can e're receive If from her will I differ can she hate My being for her int'rest obstinate Tudor offers to speak Go what I told thee Tudor must be done He ne're meets Honour who does danger shun Tudor A Subject must not with his King contend King Subject thou art more thou art my Friend Make haste for I will only stay behind Till I have orders for the Treaty sign'd Exeunt several ways Enter Duke of Burgundy and Charaloys Burg. No Son the Treaty must not so proceed Lest of my help the Queen should have no need That envy'd pow'r which makes me useful here Is the effect not of her Love but fear Whilst things