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A41818
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Gratiae theatrales, or, A choice ternary of English plays composed upon especial occasions by several ingenious persons.
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T. W., fl. 1662. Thorny-abbey.; Watson, Thomas, d. 1686.
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Wing G1580; ESTC R26436
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you punish Bish. Happy is England in so blest a King Whose only pleasure is his Subjects safety Edm. Our self will play the thrifty husbandman And plucke the ranke weedes from the fruitfull earth That Justice may manure our tillage so That Peace may spring and Equity still grow King And herein shall you doe your self much right For know my Brother all my studies be To banish vice and call back exilde virtue And but to leave it quietly to Thee That art true heyre to all our Soveraignty Edm. Which care if it fall on this tender unapt prop I shall with patience bear the heavy load And with my care break my now quiet sleep And let my eyes and eares still open be To heare and see with pure integrity King Brother be gone You are the Earle of London let us see The City by your care so ordered be That no oppression wrong her pray be carefull Edm. Brother I shall and so I take my leave For to redress in what I can the wrongs Of the poor wretches that with bended knees Throw down their wrongs prayers all at once Oh may their eare be deaf that stops their eares Against the poor that plead with supplyant teares Exit King Be it your charge good Sibert to proclaim In all the government you hould of us As Gloster Worster Warwicke Coventry That all oppressed people may repair Here to your Castle where wee 'l doe them Justice Sib. I shall my Leige the Divel shall damme um first King Keep carefully those papers they contain Severall complaints for whose redress our self Will this day sitt in Counsel to determine Believe me Lords that Prince whose faire example Drawes other to be good may justly claim His peoples love and live in books of Fame Exit Sib. So then I see in this the threatning storm is come And points at me which we must cast to shunne So all those ills he means to punish now My Conscience tells me I have in some sort acted Tush what of that who dares accuse me for 't Say on my back I wear the poor mans sweat My power and greatness might have borne that out But that this vertuous King in this bad age Will needs be good and here in my own house Grant some access unto the multitude That all with base exclaimes as loud as thunder Accuse my actions and in them my life Ent. Emma Em Come Sir I have overheard your passion Take my counsell let not the name of King Dishearten Thee or strike amasing terror to thy heart Were it ten Kings that should oreturn my State I 'de work my safety out of all their ruines Sib. Oh He or I must down Em. Then let him die There is no other way to set you free Sib. Thou hast awak't me and I must confess Thy cousell though through danger points at safety And I will tak 't in time the King shall die To save my life is soundest Policy Exit Ent. Anne Lobster Ioane Io. You lay all on me Lobster Lob. And I should lay all my wayt on thee Ioane thou must Not refuse it for thou knowst women are born to beare Io. I but not such burthens Lob. Nay and you beare not me you l ne're beare child I warrand you Ioane An. So Sir what discant can you make Lob. I young M iâ— but it is upon the plain old Song That every one desires to sing a part in Io. You have it without book Mr Lobster Lob. Oh by the book in any case it must be prickt to them An. Very well Sir whatsoever maids beare they must be sure To bear your knavery for thou art never loaden with that Lob. Or else I were worse then clean linnen Mris For maydes use to beare that Ent. Old Thorny and Woodford Th. Come Cosin Woodford Are you not weary with my long discourse Wo. By my good hopes I swear unless your change Will interrupte me with some other matter I shall find naught to talke on but my daughter Th. I tell you Sir her duty modesty and huswifry Are such large theams and so delightfull to me As I can speak no other Wo. Sir you doe that which all tongues else proclaim Your daughter is the mirror of this City And nothing that is good can glut my eares beside Your talke hath made the way seem short For see we are upon them see your man Sir Th. Hee 's kissing of my maid by the masse how now Lobster What are you doing Sirra Lob. The clothes are drie Sir and Ioane and I am a foulding Th. Thou art foulding her in thy armes me thinks away knave 'T is well done girle and harke you Mr Woodford I have already vow'd a single life Chiefly to give her all unto her portion Oh it would joy my heart to see her well-bestow'd That she might keep my name alive unto posterity She shall have rich possessions to indow her To a good husband Ent. Edmund and Gaâ—foord Wo. Her face without possessions will deserve Th. St. Cozen what honourable Persons have we here Fore heaven it is my Soveraign's brother Noble Edmund The Earle of London our gratious Lord He must not pass without my duty health to your Grace Edm. Our thanks good Thorney Iustice is now impeacht And is araignd by fell oppressors And craves you as a prop for to uphold here Th. A weak decaing prop my noble Lord. Edm. In this small scedule is a mass of wrongs Which crie for a redress be it your care to summon All that are opprest for to repaire to the Earle of Coventry There to give up their grievances Th. It shall be speedily performed my Lord. Edm. A heavenly prospect what fair Creature 's that Wo. His daughter Th. My only Child my Lord even all the fruit That heaven that time and death hath left unpluct From this old sapple-tree Edm. It is a fair one Sir what sudden fire is this That shoots through all my vaines 't is scorching heat 'T is of aspiring flame and through my eyes Shootes a hot lustfull fire that must be quencht In yonder Sea of pleasure no trick yet I hav 't Sir you have a fair ring here trust me I never saw a richer in my eye troth 'T is a fair one or else my fancy wrongs me Th. You praise it to the best my Lord and yet I love it This guift did part my loving wife and me Peace with her Spirit and yet my honored Lord I am no scrupulous Idolater to keep such notes To my perpetual vows it shall be yours Edm. This curtesie for ever bindes me to you I will in some measure gratify your kindness Pray in exchange accept this ring of mine Th. Be your own Chapman Sr please you bestow it I 'l weare it for your sake Edm. With all my heart Knews't thou the sequell of this rings intreaty Thou wouldst have bin more nice in parting with 't But I forget me I must to the King Th. We shall
brat of woe and sad defame Although a Kings he cannot hide the shame Exit Ent. King Earle of Wiltshire Bishop Lutius and Emma King Thus Royall Lords we are in Justice plac't And by the assistance of the all-seeing heaven To search forth murther Are the suspected persons Yet brought Wilt. They are my Leige King Speak woman and remember as thou speakest That thou art before heaven as well as we Who them with all thy cunning caust not blind What knowst thou of the murther Em. I doe beseech bring forth my accusers VVilt I am the first yet free from spot of envy And thus I ground my feare if your white hands Have tane no tincture from the bloody wounds Of our late murdred Prince why is your Lord Against his oath alleageance and command Fled thus preposterously in the self-same hour In which he should have done his Country-service Em. The Law whiâ—h did â—nite my Lord and me In one firm body never did impart The freedome of his thoughts into my boosome Neither doth that or any English custome Impose on wives their husbands blemishes I pray my Lord accuse me for my self King 'T is from your self if you be foul in him Wilt. Besides it is affirm'd by solemn oath The self same night the King forsook the World You and your Lord did never come in bed So that in common sence you either were Or chief or aiding to the murderer Em. Our busy care to entertain the King Did make us leave our beds to vertuous ends Oh! my good Lord you would disgrace my goodness But my poor innocence is so cleare from blemish No filths of any tongue can sully it And here before your Master I wish If I be guilty or in thought or action May I be made a warning to all women And branded with most black damnation oh oh Wilt. Defend us heaven Look to the Lady there Bish. Are you hurt Madam Em. No but amazed at this dreadful thunder Bish. Oh! be advised in time and tempt not heaven Scarce had deniall issued from your lips Bâ—t thunder cryes aloud that you reueal What else heaven will speak in miracles King Doe woman tell the truth Em. You mad me wiâ—h your vaine suggestions Your actions are unjust and terrible I doe defie what ever can accuse me Though it be wrested in loud peales of thunder Yet with a breath more noble then your slander I throw defiance at your envious boosoms What doe you think to work upon my weakness Tush I am armed with better fortitude My Lords I aske a husband at your hands A Noble Prince which you have murdered And now with these suggestions would overwhelme My life and fortunes making me confess A crime of which I am more innocent Then you your selves or babes new born this hour A blasing star appeares Bish. Se se my Lord a blasing star appears And hangs directly o're this fatall house Edm. Angels proâ—ect us Em. Ha what art thou Thou dost amaze me with thy curled fires Why doth thy flaming train thus point at me oh oh Bish. How fare you Lady Em. Oh hide thy branded fire whose flaming beams Are shot into my brain it flames and burnes And all the waters that o'rewhelme the King Can never quench it till his body come oh oh King Doth water then o'rewhelme his body VVilt Perhap 't is cast into some River Sir Em. Spare me oh spare me gentle heaven be dumb Call not so loud let me unload my boosom Of this eternall waight of sin and murder Then let thy winged lightning split my breast That all the World may know my Lord and I Contriv'd the King's most bloody tragedy King It is confest Em. Oh! Royall Sir I am inforst to speak Frowning heavens and that almighty fire Hath thrust it from my mouth and I confess My Lord and I did hire two desperate men And they by our command did kill the King King Where are those men Em. The murder done they fled to find out safety But whither by my soul 's sicke estate I know not King What did you with the body of the King Em. Hard by the Castle stands an old grown oake Close by whose side a little River runnes Whose quiet streams we stopt and turn'd hâ—s course Up to his head till in his sandy bottom We dig'd a pit and therein laid the body Which done we cover'd it with earth stones And turnd the water to his former passage That running over it none might see Or find the author of this tragedy King Unheard of stratagem take pitty on thy soul Thou barbarous woman call to the powers above For to be mercifull Em. False World farwell let me example be A warning to our sex from blood to flee Dies King Go home and see the body be brought before the Judge Wilt. I shall my Lord performe it carefully Enter some with Sibert and Murderers Wilt. Come bring him before the King Sib. Let me not see the King nor be examin'd That cursed which did bewitch my sence And made me hire the slaves to murder him King Discourse to us the manner of their taking Sib. I 'le tell the tale my self hear me O noble Iudge When in disguise loaden with desperate thoughts I meant to pass to Ireland by the Seas The angry heavens call'd up the mounting waves And bad them in their hollow murmurs say They would not beare a Kings base murtherer My passage thus denied by raging stormes Like a distracted out-cast forth I went Into strange paths careless and negligent And there I met these damned Murtherers Mad as my self and horrour with dispair They hollowed still for mudering the King We all are damn'd to eternall tortering Which when the people heard they us surprised And brought us thus a bloody sacrifice King The Gods are ever just oh Coventry Thou art the bloody Subject of our curses Thy bloody hand hath bath'd the anoynted King In his own blood for which we will be swift In vengeance take these three and by their heeles hang Them upon stakes let ravens mastives worry them to death That when they sâ—rick their hideous fearfull cryes May draw the Land to see their miseries Sib. and Murd The doom is Royall just and mercifull King For this vile woman see her senceless body Be on a pile of faggots burnt to earth And scatter'd before the blustring wind That on their winged convayes they may flye To the Worlds furthest verge or memory See it perform'd they thus to death are sent The Heaven I hope will pease her punishment Bish. Take comfort Princely Sir the worst is past The sacred powers are pleas'd with this your justice For with the Traitors deaths the stormes are ceast The air is clear and all the thunders past And see the Sun and Moon give blessed light And quite abolisht our diurnall night King Now the news Ent. with the body Wilt. The body 's found my Lord. King Bring it in Wilt. 'T is here my Leige