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A30788	King Edward the Third, with the fall of Mortimer, Earl of March an historicall play, as it is acted at the Theatre-Royall by Their Majesties servants.	Bancroft, John, d. 1696.; Mountfort, William, 1664?-1692.	1691 (1691)	Wing B635; ESTC R8063	40,264	66

KING Edward the Third WITH THE FALL OF MORTIMER EARL OF MARCH An Historicall Play As it is Acted at the THEATRE ROYALL By their Majesties Servants London Printed for I. Hindmarsh at the Golden-Ball against the Royal-Exchange R. Bently in Russell-street in Covent-Garden A. Reper in Fleet-street near Temple-Barr and Randall Taylor near Stationers-Hall in Ludgate-street 1691. To the Right Honourable HENRY Lord Viscount SYDNEY of Sheppey one of the Lords of their Majesties most Honourable Trivy-Council Principal Secretary of State in this Kingdom one of the Lords Iustices of Ireland and Lord Lieutenant of the County of Kent My Lord WEre not your goodness Equall with your Greatness I durst not presume to lay this humble offering before you But as in distress the Poorer the object the Nobler the Charity so in my Circumstances the meaner the Dedicator the more worthy and esteem'd will be the Condescending Patronage of your Lordship Nor ought I to doubt your Generous favours since your Predecessors were always great Encouragers of Poetry I must not omit the Renowned Sr. Philip Sidney whose Father was thrice Lord Deputy of Ireland which was not only an Admirable Writer besides his vast Accomplishments in other things But so Indulgent a Patron to the Sons of the Muses that the famous Spencer Dedicated his Works to him as the only Person Capable of Espousing ' em But this Illustrious Worthy was at last taken from us tho' to the Eternall honour of the English in that Glorious and never to be forgotten Action in the Low-Countries the battle of Zutphen in Gelderland But I go too far from my purpose My Lord I could not help my presumption in begging your Protection of this Play it being a Present to me and an English Story so fam'd for the Reign of its Monarch and the management of those few good Men about him who with great difficulty preserv'd this Prince from the evill Machinations of Mortimer and his Faction from the Potent Enemies of an Interested State and the unnatural Connivance of a Mother who design'd as much to usurp his Right as she really did destroy his Fathers and the delivering their Country from the Tyranny and Oppression it had been long afflicted with and which in all probability threatned the totall overthrow of the Establish'd Liberties of the Subject I say these weighty Motives induc'd me to Consecrate this Piece to your Lordship as a true bred Son of the Country and a Person who has always valued the freedom of his Native Brethren above the Temptations of a prejudic'd and designing Court If Preferment could have drawn you from your esteem to the Publick never bait was better manag'd then that which was offer'd to decoy your Lordship But you stood it out with the Resolution of Sr. Robert Holland went on with the sincerity and Prudence of Sr. Tho. Delamore and maintain'd it with the spirit of Lord Mountacute The World cannot be insensible of the unalterable esteem the Family of the Sydneys have constantly shewn both in their Endeavours and Sufferings for the benefit of the Common-Weal And sure if we are honest to our selves we must thrive since those who always oppos'd the Enemies of our Country have with much Patience and Diligence overcome their Industrious Mischiefs and have now the care of what they 've so hard tugg'd for We have a King who thinks his Life no longer usefull then when employed for the service of his People We have a Parliament stedfast and generous the Publick Employments in the hands of Men of Worth Fortunes and Honour not lyable to be brib'd from abroad The necessary part of the Nation satisfy'd and United with a Providence that has prov'd by its care of our Monarch both abroad and at home how our choice is esteem'd above That these blessings may not be withdrawn is surely the hearty Prayer of all the Well-Affected and that the Country may never want a Friend like your Lordship is the zealous wish of him who shall always begg the Honour of subscribing himself Your Lordships most Obedient Oblig'd and Dutifull Servant Will. Mountfort PROLOGUE Spoken by Mr. Powell I Can but think how many here are come Prepar'd to give the Insuing i lay i'ts Doom But like the Gordian-●● not this Play was made By one who Brought it us in Masquerade Plays were at first design'd to Lash the age By shewing all its Vices on the Stage As in a Glass there each might see his own And being Conscious bl●sht at what he 'd done The Fool the Knave the Villain they expos'd And the Blood-thirsty Polititian nooz'd But Virtue tho' she suffer'd long at last Was Crown'd with a reward for what was past The honest-thinking Heathen shew'd the way And handed Down the Moral call'd a Play Old Ben. and Shakespear copied what they writ Then Downright Satyr was accounted wit The Fox and Alchymist expos'd the Times The Persons then was loaded with their Crimes But for the space of Twenty years and more You 've hiss'd this way of Writing out of door And kick and winch when we but touch the sore But as some Fashions long since useless grown Are now Reviv'd and all the Mode o' th' Town Why mayn't the Antient way of Writing please And in its turn meet with the same Success The Story 's true if you 'l believe Record Edward the Third has stampt it on his word Here English-Men with pleasure may behold How much their Liberties were priz d of old How hard this Prince for 's Countrys freedom strove And how both Prosper'd in each others Love EPILOGUE Spoken by Mrs. Bracegirdle IT is the Custom of all City-Feasts By Printed Tickets to Invite the Guests The Price is known and who the Stewards are And nothing's Private but the Bill of Fare Which we expose the fall of Mortimer For Plays are Feasts and every Scene should be A Different Course still fresh variety But few obtain that Master-piece of Wit He 's a rare Cook that can all Pallats hit For Ways of Eating alter with the Age And such a Peuking stomach haunts the Stage Altho' the best of Artists strive to please 'T is very seldom that they meet succe'ss You set aside the most substantiall Food Beef's Gross and breeds the Scurvy in the Blood Nought but Ragoo's and Kickshaws now are good Broken Remains tosst by the Mounseirs hand Are grown the Darling Viand of the Land Therefore our friend lest you should think it strange To Iump from an Extream into a change With Satyr raises up his M●sses high And Interlards his Tale with Comedy But should he fail we doubt not but to find You to the Waiters always will be Kinde And since The Author who did this Prepare Only expects your Liking for his share Do not Withdraw the Profit from the Player Dramatis Personae KIng Edward the Third Mr. Powell Mortimer Earl of March Mr. Williams Lord Mountacute Mr. Mountfort Sir Tho. Delamore Mr. Kynaston Sir Robert Holland Mr.

long has sigh'd for Yet so her Partiall Destiny has order'd She still admires your Person and your Virtues Mount Well my fair suitress whither does this tend Lovely deportment and Inticing Innocence aside Mar. With silence hitherto she has conceal'd The saucy flame oft strove to stifle it While in its Infant-Growth but 't was in vain For dayly it encreas'd to such a strength As did o're-power the weakness of her Sex Maintain'd the Conquest spite of Resolution Yet rather then her folly should be known She let it Prey upon the Vital Parts Hoping at last 't would end the uneasy days And her Ambitious Love dye unreveal'd Mount That was unkindly done she could not doubt success When she had one so fair to plead her Cause Mar. The disproportion is so vast between ye That she must still despair and still Love on Fortune has plac'd her where you most abhorr Diseases Infamy or Death it self You would not shun with more precipit hast If I should name the Person yet even there ' Midst of the Toyle and Anguish of her life A happy moment did present it self To make her be the lucky Messenger Of health to you tho' she must linguer ever Mount I 'le spare the trouble of your Blushes Lady For I 've a Soul so tender of the Sex Skill'd in the little Niceties of Love As shall prevent the torture of Confession he takes her by the hands she pulls it from him And do you Justice Mar. You wrong your Judgment and you censure ill I came not hither Sir on that Account No loose desires the Product of ill bloud Can blast the Reputation of my Life My Honour guards me from that Infamy But I am hurryed hither by my Fate And bring a secret of that great Importance The service possibly may merrit pity Which if I meet with I am well rewarded Mount I do believe it and accept the offer Come wave this womans method to allure us You 're safe and secret here none can disturb us And I will give you such returns of Love Such hearty Proofs thou shalt be soon convinc'd Tho' it be Infant-born it Rivalls thine Mar. Away How have I err'd Are all Men thus Thus full of Guilt my senses do recover And I begin to loath the Tempters charms Reade that gives a Paper For I must leave you oh my heart If thou would'st be my friend beat faster on And force thy Passage through these feeble walls Mount Yet stay What have I here Proscrib'd By all that 's Sacred Peremptory Orders For my Destruction March's hand is to 't How came she by this now I recollect She told me that her fate had fixt her where I should deteit the naming if I knew it It must be so well my Deliverer I thank you by my honour I 'm sincere This Scrole which thou hast given speaks thy kindness And says thou art all Goodness tho' the Place Of thy abode be with the worst of Men Nay tho' it were the Chancellor himself Nor will I lag in making a return Offers a Purse of Gold She puts it back Tho' at the present I am lost in thought Mar. I am rewarded Sir and have my end If you apply this Caution To the right use you may escape the snare But if you slight it then I know the worst And tho' I am no suitable Companion In Life yet in the Grave we undistinguish'd May mingle ashes tho' our souls are distant Mount You must not leave me I have much to say The Injury I have done you by suspition When my rude thoughts led me into an error I must attone Mar. Fye 't is too gross This Language does not suit my humble Character Nor is it Noble to despise my sufferings Mount By all my hopes of Credit I am reall There 's something from my eyes have shot my Soul And I could gaze for ever on such Goodness Thy Tempers worthy if thy Birth be not Distinction never had a Power o're Love Cause Nature plac'd me in the Womb of Honour She has adorn'd thy humbler Clay with Graces Which seldom go with Greatness with Wealth And 't is but common Justice I repay A Love where love has merrited so far Mar. It cannot be Your Dignity and Honour intervene Which bar the Banes for ever Mount What will not Gratitude with Love conjoyn'd Remove tell me no more of Honour Dignity When charms like thine appear all must give place Mar. My Lord I had a Father and a noble one Whose memory yet lives tho' he is dead Men spoke him Brave if Loyallty can plead In his behalf 'T was Collonell Stapleton The unhappy Brother of the Bishop of Exeter Who by the Cittizens was put to death For favouring the Cause of Carnarvan Edward But oh when Royall Edmond The Uncle and the Guardian of the King Was taken off under pretence of Treason Mine suffer'd with him what he had of Honours Or of Estate the Law has since made forfeit And mean Orphan given into the hands Of a time-serving Family Alass I blame my self Condemn my madness My ill-match'd passion and I 'le strive To Curb it's Power I only Crave your Pitty Nor dare I hope for more and yet I swear Your Flattery tho' known is gratefull to me Mount Thou charm'st me still why Loyallty's a Jem Fit for a Princes Crown I knew thy Father a Gallant and a worthy man he was His suffering was remarkable and noble And thou art Richer Sprung from that then had a Traytor Bless'd with millions got the e Thou dost encrease the fire within my Breast Powring in Oyl instead of Quenching it Let me upon this Bosome print my vows And swear my self thy Beautys Votary Mar. I know not where I am the thrilling Joy Creeps through each part and extacies my Soul If this be true what Queen is half so happy Mount Give not Distrust to the Reins because you finde The Change is suddain The effects are true By Heav'n I have more Pleasure in this Chance Then e're I tasted since I first view'd Light Mar. I know not what to say my joy 's so great My sences are Confus'd all Crow'd to meet you The wellcome Guest for whom so much they wish'd But little thought it was so near at hand Mount Believe me oh thou Star whose Influence Has made me happy that my vows are true I 'le to the King Acquaint him with thy goodness His safety is procur'd by this Precaution And sure he 'le recompence thy Loyalty With his Consent we will for ever joyn Thy Virtues will in future Ages shine While untir'd Fame her matchless worth shall sing Who sav'd her Country Lover and her King Exeunt SCENE II. Enter Mortimer and Chancellour Chan. To Night will it be done Mort. This Night The Queen 's gone to her Son Who is in Council with these Men we 've mention'd At Dead of Night the Guards shall seize 'em And when they once are Pris'ners see you take care

of Leicester with a party force the Guards of the Queens side Dela 'T is Prudently advis'd King Each to his Task then Mortimer we come This Night begins my Reign and Seals thy doom SCENE The Queens Apartment Enter Isabella and Mortimer Mort. Thus soft and secure we taste the Joys of Love Whilst buisy Polititians plot for Interest Whose akeing Brains Dances the Rounds of State And all to get the Title of a Knave The Soldier now lies hard for Gaudy honour Endures the raw rough blast of Winters Season With all the harsh necessities of Camps And for the name of Gallantry and Great After a long escape Provokes his Fate But Love Queen Ay that my Mortimer's above 'em all Who envys honour that is rich in Love Mercy which is the Attribute of Heav'n The first Creator of it sure was Love And pitty is the Instinct of its passion Love makes the Vulgar proud the Noble Gods The Gods themselves if Strangers to Love's Joys Their much admir'd Elizium is Imperfect Mort. Some Musick for my Charmer let us indulge And gratify our Souls Luxuriously Raptures unknown the harmony shall raise Our hearts shall beat the measures of the time And tender sighs eccho each artfull note Till our soft murmurs fall by soft degrees And dye like o're-charg'd Flutes with too much playing Queen I cannot answer as I ought but thus Embraces A Song After the Song Mountacute Delamore and Attendants come from under the Stage Mort. Now let 's to our Repose my softest Love This Night ends all our fears and I have those Whose ●ands before the Moon has gone her Race Will have our Enemies all in Possession Young 〈◊〉 Montacute that hot-bred boy With his old Councellor close Delamore shall Smart my Isabella A Clashing of Swords Ha! what means this noise my Guards what ho Death it grows lowder are they all engag'd Treason Treason Enter Turrington bloudy Why that dismall object Tur. Shift for your self Sir all 's betray'd and lost The King and Leicester have cut off your Guards The City 's at the Gates and shout him King Burn Mortimer fire the Queen I can no more But that I ever lov'd you let this witness dies Queen Oh Heav'ns what shall we do Here my best life there is a Vault That will convey thee Mount We will convey him Madam to a place As safe as he design'd us Mort. Horror and Hell Queen Oh spare my Mortimer my gentle Son Mount Madam you are deceiv'd he is not come yet Del. Well haughty E. of March what think you now Mort. That I shall dye thou 'st answer'd to thy mind Queen O ye malitious Powers Moun. Sir Tho. let 's withdraw No doubt these Lovers have a leave to take We will not separate 'em too abruptly Call when you 're teady Sir I shan't be out o' th way You Sirs secure the Vault Mort. I scorn thy Insolence And Mountacute I 'le fall so nobly Ex. Moun. Dela That thou shalt loose thy ends in my calm sufferance Queen Oh Mortimer Mort. Oh Isabella Queen I know not how to look or speak For I have brought this on thee My Love has tempted thee to taste Ambition And thou hast follow'd me in all thy actions Mort. Thus the first pair their miseries surveigh'd When from their blessed Eden they were driven Their eyes seem'd to accuse 'em of the fact But Love in each pittied the Crime in both She tempted him to make him bless'd like her And when he found her Ruine urg'd his own But oh much happyer was their Punishment Their both were curst but they were curst together And suffering both alike neither were wretched Queen I will not long out-live thee for I cannot Thou wert the prop on which my hopes did hang Like curious Buildings wrought by wond'rous Art Where the vast frame 's supported by one Pinn But that struck out I shatter all to ruine Mort. No live my Queen thou may'st be happy long 'T is only I must bleed my bloud 's the cure And 't is Impossible it can be spar'd But Isabella when thou shalt retire For oh I fear too much they will confine thee Think on thy March and pardon his Ambition For nothing but my fondness has betray'd thee A vast excess of Love to make thee great To set thee out o' th' reach of thy Sons Power Lest he might slight thee as his Father did Queen Oh angry heav'ns you 've punish'd us severely The prospect of our greatness has undone us The Glitt'ring shew has drawn us out too far And we 're surpriz'd just as we thought to grasp it Like Voyagers seduc'd by a fair Sea A temperate Air the Sky Serene and clear Just as they have their wish'd for shore in view By sudden Storms the tatter'd Bark is toss'd And all within the sight of Land are lost Mort. He comes thy Son approaches Farewell to all that 's dear I leave a certain Heav'n to go I know not where Enter King Mountacute Delamore Holland Chancellour and Serjeant King Seize the vile Traytor hurry him down the dungeon There let him groan till day and then he dies Queen Oh spare him spare him banish us together But do not take his life thy Mother pleads King Thou Scandal of my blood remove the Queen Queen The Queen am I not thy Mother Oh hear me King I 'm deaf away Queen May heav'n forget thy Prayers when thou shalt plead And may thy Mothers Curse hang on thy head Exit King Now Chancellor for thee Thou shame of Church and Justice What can'st thou say Chan. Nothing but begg for Mercy for if your Majesty considers I have been but a Tool and am not the first Statesman that has been Compell'd to be a Knave by Court-Minions King No Hereford my Fathers blood requires thine Away with him unfurnish him of all those Robes And give him such as fit his wickedness The Nation must be satisfy'd and thou must dye Prepare for 't Prelate● Chan. This 't is to be too Eminent in State mischiefs Others that wish'd as well to the Cause as I Will scape for not acting so publickly Exit Serj. Ay! that Chancellor I 'm afraid will not dye alone I am Damnably afraid his Grace to make up his Equipage must have a chief-Chief-Justice that we may Swing in Figure Mountacute brings in Maria. Mount Now Sir I claim your promise This Virgin is what we owe our Lives to Her birth you 've been acquainted with And by what means she was compell'd to live with the Chancellor And sure 't was Providence which plac'd her here for all our Benefits I beg her for my Wife King She 's Yours and to make her wellcome I Invest her with all the Chancellor's Estate And Viscount Mountacute be Earl of Salsbury Mount Thus let us thank your Majesty Kneels King Rise both Mari. No Royall Sir I have one boon to beg That old mans Life my Uncle tho' an ill one Nor has he Acted ought what e're was purpos'd And since my being has made me the Instrument Of what 's discover d I humbly would Entreat King Thou shalt not plead in vain he 's safe and if he can be honest we may in time take Care of him Serj. I humbly thank your Majesty and will study to deserve this Mercy I am not the first Knave that has turn'd honest man when he found his Roguery would do him no good King My Lord of Leicester Delamore Exeter and Holland and all shall share our favours May you continue as you have begun The Parliament's at hand If they Encourage me As I Expect they shall be satisfy'd how 〈◊〉 love ' em Del. Doubt not their Duty Sir King To Scotland first I will an Army Lead And Check the Growing Mischeifs which are spread That done to France I will in Person go The Flower D'Luce shall to the Lyon bow If my kind Commoners are just and F●●e I 'le loose my own or fix their 〈◊〉 Long have they suffer'd by their Foreign Foes And Evill Kings I fear has been the Cause Heav'n Guide my Steps that our Records may tell How Edward did the Insulting French Repell How English-men with Glory did Return Whilst Gallick Ruines did our Conquests Mourn Errata Page 2. line 31. for who read which line 32. for which read who Page 12. line 15. for which read who line 17. which read who Page 46. line 35. for Villany read Villain line 38 for should read would Page 48. line 34. for Pieth read Piety FINIS