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Queen Catharine, or, The ruines of love a tragedy, as it is acted at the New Theatre in Little-Lincolns-Inn-Field by His Majesty's servants / written by Mrs. Pix.
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Pix, Mary, 1666-1720.
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Soldiers carry This body to the outer Court from his dead trunk Severe his head think it not cruelty For he feels no further pain Cat. Ha! must he not be buried then but mangled More yes he shall I 'll hide him I 'll scrape the Earth up But I 'll find a Grave Receive him common Parent Receive him at my call Glou. Divide her from his Body Cat. No never never hear me Gloucester I will help thy invention mend thy bloody purpose Cut off my living limbs mingle 'em with his Throw upon us molten Lead and Seas of liquid fires But divide us now no more Glou. Haste ye sluggards Drag Tudor out the Queen falls at the door Gently raise the Queen And in some other apartment let her be confin'd This was a shock indeed but this o'ercome Points out lost Henry's succeeding doom The End of the Fourth Act. ACT the Fifth The Trumpets play an overture of Victory Then Enter King Edward Duke of Gloucester Warwick and Lords Lord Dacres and several other Prisoners Edw. 'T IS done the business of the War is done The House of Lancaster has yielded back The honours unjustly they usurp'd in storms The Red Rose folds up her silken leaves And sinks beneath a Sea of blood from whence Our's the White emblem of Peace arises And shall bless the Land with plenty henceforth English Swords shall be no more sheathed In English bosoms in Foreign Lands we 'll search For new Acquests of Glory for when our native Earth is reduced with the Blood of those we Call our Foes we must blush to think They shou'd have been our Brethren Warw. Then after Conquest let 'em be so received To shew the War was just shun cruelty Edw. Far be it from my Nature or if it were I wou'd submit to you the mighty Warwick Whose very name brought Victory whose Sword Has led me on to all the Honours I have won Warw. I am not used to flatter yet must say A thousand eyes can witness that you fought Almost beyond the power of Man Nor did your Brothers lag behind thrice did I Follow Clarence's rash inadvertency Which plung'd him headlong midst their thickest Troops Yet the bold youth despis'd my aid And with deaths a round him clear'd his way Glou. I gave that fury to his arm When the imprison'd Lyon was let loose And told that Thyrrold was amongst our Foes Warw. Why does he shun the glory 's of this day And having shar'd the danger refuse the Triumphs Which are to his valour due Edw. That 's a melancholy story But time will wean him of his follies My Lord Dacres I think you 've long been Chamberlain to the late Queen Catharine I mean Dac I have And wish more to express my Loyalty My blood was mingled with theirs whose brave Souls Now are mounted upwards tho' their bodies Lie weltring on the plain Edw. Only do me Justice in your Reports And take your Liberty hast to your afflicted Queen And tell her Revenge the insatiable Monster Now is gorg'd and shall towards her for ever sleepâ—… Where e'er she chooses there uninterrupted And in Peace she shall remain Dac I wou'd not King For that title now thou hast purchas'd Take a favour where I never mean to make returns Yet thus far my Age and Sorrows force me To promise no more to lift a Sword against thee I 've seen the ruin of my Royal master's Race And in some Cell I 'll not repine at thee But mourn their hard fate for ever Exit Da. Edw. A truly honest man Nor wou'd power or perswasion bend him Loyalty is like Religion that we suck in first Tho' with the strongest Arguments assail'd Most hardly is remov'd on the Prisoners In the List see execution done The rest be guarded with effectual care Now let the sound of Victory fore-run us To every Quarter of the Camp whilst we Receive our well deserving Soldiers With Praise and Love The Trumpets sound again Exeunt Manent Gloucester and a Servant Glou. Thus far we have done well the Clouds are Vanish'd and the bright Sun of Glory shines but 't is Upon my Elder Brothers and what 's all this to me Edward and Clarence two goodly spreading Oaks If both stand fair I must expect no growth This Letter as from an unknown hand lays all the Odium of his Imprisonment upon the King and What will touch him nearer his Mistress loss Who by this time is married to Thyrrold or worse For he had unbounded license the Contents of the Paper send him thither too I am sure the Plot 's Well laid and must produce some mischief which Ever way it makes for me Here trusty Friend With your usual Caution get this deliver'd to the Duke of Clarence Serv. It shall Sir Exit Serv. Glou. Were it alone to sight for Kingdoms a well made thick Skull'd Hero might Excell me but to keep the Engine of the mind At work by a deep thought to do the Business and turn the fools Swords upon each other There I exceed the brawny Fellows and show my Master piece Exit SCENE the Castle Enter Thyrrold Isabella and a Priest Thyr. Nay Madam struggle not what was before Perverseness now will become a Sin you know you Are my wedded Wife Isa Horrid prophaner of Heav'ns Laws and ruiner Of me did I not fly from thy detested hands And call the Saints to witness I wou'd never joyn Thee speak Holy Father tho' ancle deep thou art Not plunged all o'er in Sin was that a Marriage When my Screams rent the Sacred Chappel and When my spirit quite exhausted I lay in Dreadfull swounings on the cold pavement Pri. You will not hear me out I say 't was by Compulsion yet 't was your stubbornness Occasion'd it and since 't is for the good of both I pronounce it valid Isa Say not so Holy Father you shou'd Protect injur'd innocence Oh do not leave Me stay I conjure you stay Pri. Madam I cannot pray loose your hold business Of Importance calls me hence Thyr. Slip thro' the Files and bid 'em guard the Passage well Look up my fair Bride Exit Priest Be nice and coy no more for spight of all your Coldness ye now are mine Isa 'T is false if there be Guardian Angels if the Just powers take note of holy vows already Made they will assist my helpless cries and keep Me from the curse of being thine yet hear me Thyrrold since Villany has born the mask of Love Thus far I forgive thee quit me now and leave The reward of such a kindness to one who Owns a generous Soul Thyr. Have my Rival thank me is' t not so were your Beauty no greater than your Politicks it had never Come to this What be a Traytor to that Queen Who from my youth had foster'd me draw the Noble Tudor's blood upon my head and then give Back the price for which I stak'd my Soul Isa Tudor dead Oh I must prepare to suffer My Queens