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The tragedy of Albouine, King of the Lombards: by Wm. D'auenant; Albovine
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D'Avenant, William, Sir, 1606-1668.
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1629
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STC 6307; ESTC S109309
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heauen I 'ue seene the good Old King search for his picture in your eyes then Rhod. No more Patience is sinfull now Thou art Deepely read and wise instruct me to be bold For Albouine hath taught me to be cruell Hermeg. Y' are now by holy Church incorporate Therefore Diuinitie forbids me vse My naturall motions How e're I thinke It fit you giue him direfull cause soone to Repent Repentance sure is physick for his soule Enter Paradine Valdaura Paradine and 's young Bride Your excellence Shall please that we retire whil'st I disguize My kind gesture and seeme to flatter in The Kings behalfe Parad. To bed soft modesty I will my selfe Deliuer to the Queene the King's intent Vald. Sir the King is cruell Should you proue so To me I 'ld soone distill my soule to teares And weepe an Ocean deepe enough to drowne My sorrowes and my selfe Parad. 'T were sterne guilt to doubt my nature Faire Saint To bed I long to lose my Youth in warme Embraces and ere the pearly Morne appeare Make thee a teeming Mother To bed with winged hast Expect my presence Exit Valdaura Herm. How smooth appeares the Brow of Youth Parad. Haile Rhodolinda the Royall Mistresse Of this night Thus Albouine our great King bade Me say Y' are dearer to his eyes then light Though euery Bride may claime from Hymen Priuiledge to rule her Lord till Hesperus Appeare and cancell her briefe Charter Yet he doth humbly beg you 'le not infringe The Lombards custome whose Virgins neuer vow A continence the Nuptiall night Rhod. I yet want your meaning Par. T is his chiefe hope that you will straight expect His person in your bed Rhod. How lye with him I le sooner choose a Mansion In a sepulcher There commit incest With the raw remnant of my fathers bones Sooner imbrace an ayrie Incubus Mingle Limmes with some vlcerous Cripple Able to infect an Hospitall Parad. O take heed Take heed faire Maiesty let not His rash sinne prouoke you to intend so dire An abstinence ere yet the wine hath lost Th' vnruly operation The King disclaimes His wanton pride and mortifies himselfe VVith sullen griefe Rhod. Canst thou suspect I will prooue inconstant To what in cold temperance I determine Parad. Heauen auert you should approue your error Rhod. I le kneele and vow with all solemnitie Herm. O hold 't were blacke impietie in vs To suffer such a horrid crime You may Informe the King of my religious loyalty Already I haue vs'd perswasiue speech To reconcile this ods but she growes wilde Repugnant to all mercy Parad. As you esteeme your Royall selfe or vs Who when kinder Planets rul'd were seruants To th' vnhappy King your father cherish No more this anger in your brest lest Time Afford it growth and violence till it Disturbe the world Herm. He councels like a sacred Oracle Parad. I will informe the King your continence You onely celebrate to this blacke night And giue him hope that you 'le hereafter smile His kinde inticements meet with equall heate And fertill loue Though I 'm vnhewne and shap'd In warre this softens all my faculties Rhod. Stay Paradine didst thou not name my Father Parad. I did with a deuout remembrance Rhod. And thou know'st how thy good Country suffers Parad. I think on it and my heart hangs heauy On its strings galles them with its sullen weight Rhod. Hermegild oft receiues certificate From some in bondage there which writ in Prose doe I' th reading into Verse dissolue so sad The businesse is so fit for elegie Hermeg. So sad a Requiem yet was neuer sung Though the hoarce Rauen and the Whistler shrill The Howlet and the euening Dorr made vp The fatall Quire The young men there are yoak'd In payres and stretch their sinnews in a Teeme To draw the wealthy haruest to the Grange Where th' insulting foe resides The aged Heretofore in purple cloth'd that dispos'd Of Law and Iustice are now sow'd vp In dunghill clouts and dwell on parched hills To tend the flocks whose fleece the Victor weares In gawdy triumph Parad. O harsh captiuitie Our Country groanes Till now I thought the Conqueror gan to ease Their bondage not adde to the weight of their Compell'd burdens Rhod. The King 's a sterne Tyrant Parad. Yet he hath vs'd me still with gentle power Ta'ne me from the cold Earth and warm'd me in His bosome and Hermegild has full cause To blesse his bounty But you now our Queene He valewes next to heauen howe're this rash Error striues to disgrace his loue We are His captiues too heretofore not heeded By our Starres though we now grow tall with titles And his fauour Herm. My Lord the King is kinde Our memories Were fraile should we forget what hath so much Pertain'd vnto our knowledge I 'm so fond O're my Religion I dare not taste Ingratitude yet giue me leaue to say You may mistake his loue vnto the Queene The dry Tartar who yoakes his females neck With rusty Yron not with Carckanets Of threaded Pearle whom he preserues for physick More then increase will the first night of their Coniunction feast her in 's imbroader'd tent Call her Soueraigne and like some amorous winde Sport with her haire Rhod. But my Nuptiall the King did celebrate In Golgotha where Skulls and dusty bones Inhabit Herm. Y' are skilfull in the deeds that appertaine To strength and fury but they that aime At victory in Court must practise smooth And subtill Arts Wise Fauourites doe walke I' th darke and vse false lights Nay oft disguize Their breadth and stature seeme lesser then they are For know the slender Worme or nimble Grig May wriggle downe into th' oblique and low Descent o' th narrow hole whilst th' oregrowne Snake Peepes at the brimme but ne're can view the bottome Rhod. Thinke on thy Country Paradine Is there In Story no mention of some great Soule That did his Country prize aboue his owne Mortalitie and dy'd to gaine his Nation Freedome Herm. The Noble Brutus for his Countreys health Made Cesar bleed Cassius was heroique too And had in warre loud Fame which he increas'd By mingling in this Act T is wrought with skill And apt leasure His thoughts grow numerous And ingender horrid shapes such as fright His fancy Rhod. Paradine good night Herm. Hymen and your Bride will blame your tardy Seruice Sweet Lord a thousand times good night Exeunt Herm. and Rhodolinda Parad. False vnto me when Thunder wakes the dead When the Skie looks swarthy the clouds like inke In water powr'd when the Earth seemes to stand As in a gloomy shade When the winde blowes Till it growes hoarce till it conuert And sprinkle Seas euen to a Dew then I Shall try the King and fathome his wide Soule If he start complaine of his mortalitie Kneele oft and pray aloud as Heauen Were deafe if thus I will conclude him false For horrid stormes that Tyrants waking keepe Doe rock the noble Conscience
Nam'd you Hermegild guilty of that sinne He 's then a horrid hypocrite he did Entice me by a poysonous practice to Contriue your death but found my nature loyall Parad. New wonders still Vald. I feele the frozen hand of death Oh! oh oh Parad. Valdaura Bride O noble Girle Vald. Mercy mercy She dyes Parad. Already turn'd a Ghost There 's rare musicke Now in heauen since thou art gone t' increase The sacred Quire I may behold thee in The purple skie mix'd there with other Starres But neuer on this soile agen Be this Thy Tombe awhile The Curtaines softly drawne Hermegild treacherous with poyson too That was her word T is fit I seeme t' haue drunke The med'cine vp Good The rough young Souldier May spie at last these spirits of the Court That walke in artificiall clouds or if Their high conceptions soare aboue my reach Yet they haue mortall hearts such as our owne Country steele may with feeble motion prick Pricke till they groane for I haue now decreed Whom my dull sense cannot subdue shall bleed Exit Act the fifth Scene first Enter Hermegild Thesina Paradine Rhodolinda Thes. Shall I belye my owne silence Her Be sudden in your speech confirme my words Then dispose e'en of my wealth and person I will consent to matrimony make Any vse of this new interest Thes. Sir you 'll forget my merit in this danger Herm. Neuer My Lord I haue discouer'd all See how aguish her guilt hath made her How she trembles like a frosty Russian On a hill Nay Lady nere scatter thus Your wilde lookes Confesse the truth and you 'll gaine Mercy Valdaura whose Soule Heauen keepe From purging fires hath told her Lord the King Knowes of his wanton stealth with our good Queene You were the Instrument that betray'd him To th' mistake and whose secrecy to doubt But yours our reason cannot yet informe vs Thes. Thus kneeling I confesse with penitence 'T was I reueal'd it to the King Rhod. Teare forth her eies and let her then grope out Her way to hell Herm. Stay deare Madame Rhod. Paradine is poyson'd who knowes but she Doth amply share in that guilt too Herm. At my humble sute containe your fury We shall discouer all My noble Lord It is a griefe that will depriue my life Of many yeeres to thinke I 'm held by your Suspect an Agent in that practice Parad. I haue reueal'd the euidence that doth Perswade my Creede Her What Lady doe you know of this Speak with Courage I am your safety Thes. I saw the King reach to Valdaura's hand A poysonous violl and with religious hints Taught her to mixe it in her husbands draught Parad. Hah Herm. Persist in my instructions Aside Thes. 'T was that night when he enioy'd her person Parad. Inioy'd her how Thes. As you inioy'd the Queene Parad. Heauen will these miracles ne'r cease Rhod. I shall conuert to stone Herm. Now retire Thesina till I haue begg'd Your free restorement to the Queene's mercy Thes. My Lord you 'll not forget your kind promise Of matrimony Herm. I 'ue nought else to trouble my remembrance Away Away Exit Thesina Rhod. What did remaine suspence is heere confirm'd My forehead feeles as rugged now as his Herm. Now Sir y'haue heard such reall circumstance As needs must settle your beliefe and free My heart from your vnkind dislike Par. Valdaura's damn'd she howles so loude that she Disturbes all hell O periur'd Whore Rhod. Now Paradine Instruct thy selfe with thoughts Is 't euident he euer could affect Thy person with sincere dotage yet thus Betray thy strength in thy Fort Where thy Honor still stood sentinell Herm. I haue other motiues to teach you doubt His loyaltie in loue Which my fond heart Cannot conceale though 't would aduantage much My owne profit He hath of late hung thus Vpon my neck vntill his amorous weight Became my burden and then lay slabbering o're My lips like some rhumatick Babe This sport My serious braine abhor'd 'T was my wonder Since you are cal'd his Minion he could ere Affect my looke I that am like coffing Winter old and froward you the darling Of the lusty Spring Rho. Speak is that Bag that should containe thy Gall Shrunke vp hast thou nothing bitter in thee Thou art farre farre more opportunely stor'd With time and place for thy reuenge then wee i th' middle age of day when the bright Sunne Most powerfully doth warme the world in thy Secret Clozet he takes his vsuall sleepe Goe drill his heart and make the Couch whereon He lyes his easie monument Herm. And then enioy a Queene with all that doth Belong to her atchieuement or her birth As for my seruices they merit no Reward I know my owne creation much Vnfit for Court affaires If you but wrap Me in a shirt of haire then seate me in A darke and gloomy Cell where I may tumble o're Some deepe voluminous Rabbin you make Me safe and happy Rhod. Doe 't Paradine and Fame no Trumpet then Shall neede to speake thy praise Thy Country will Afford thee power to sanctifie the chiefe O' th' dayes within our Kalender Herm. And to thy memory high Statues build 'Bout which our Noblest virgins once a yeere Shall dance in Circles and sing vntill they make The Marble mooue like to those loose Quarries Which ore-heard Orpheus and his Harp Or if These cannot inspire heroique fury Yet argue thus you knew his Bed but by Mistake which was our guilt not yours and for Our Countries benefit contriu'd But he Defil'd your sheets in the salt pride of lust Horror this would incense the temperate Doue Turne all his moysture into gall teach him To weare spurres on his heeles and make him fierce In Duell as a British Cocke Parad. Fier fier and warme blood Exit Herm. Follow follow him my deare Soueraigne Adde new heate vnto his rage And d' ye heare Since he is poyson'd 't were most fit some learn'd Physicion did indeuour to secure His health Rhod. I heard him say he is already furnish'd With a powerfull med'cine Herm. Should you now forget your Royall promise I lose all my industrious merit And remaine a sacrifice to loue Rhod. Dost thou grow iealous Herm. Valdaura now is seuer'd from her Soule And Paradine is abler in delights Of Youth more moyst and amorous then I Rhod. Away foole I seale thy safety with my lip exit Herm. Thus Nurces hush their froward babes asleep Shortly she 'le present me with a Corall-club A Whistle strung with Bells These femall Arts Can ne'r my darke authenticke practice cheate Paradine must die So I still secure My hopes VVhen that sad houre arriues Wherein the poysonous draught must worke No charmed med'cine can resist its strength I hugge my Genius 'T was a subtill reach To tell him that the King hath horn'd his brow For that will more incense his wrath and aggrauate The Queenes reuenge The weight I beare doth make My motion slow slow as the