THE English Princess OR THE DEATH OF RICHARD THE III. A TRAGEDY Written in the Year 1666 and Acted at his Highness the Duke of York's Theatre Nec minimum meruêre decus vestigia Graeca Ausi deserere laudare domestica facta Horat. de Art Poet. LICENSED May 22. 1667. Roger L'Estrange LONDON Printed for Thomas Dring and are to be sold at his Shop at the Sign of the George in Fleetstreet neer St. Dunstans-Church 1667. PROLOGUE YOu must to day your Appetite prepare For a plain English Treat of homely Fare We neither Bisque nor Ollià s shall advance From Spanish Novel or from French Romance Nor shall we charm your Ears or feast your Eyes With Turkey-Works or Indian Rarityes But to plain Hollinshead and down-right Stow We the coarse Web of our Contrivance owe. Since Laces Ribbands and such Modish geer Fetcht from abroad are now forbidden here Amongst those Forreign Toys for ought we know Fine Plots for Plays may be included too Greece the first Mistress of the Tragick Muse To grace her Stage did her own Heroes chuse Their Pens adorn'd their Native Swords and thus What was not Grecian past for Barbarous On us our Country the same duty lays And English Wit should English Valour raise Why should our Land to any Land submit In choice of Heroes or in height of Wit This made him write who never writ till now Only to shew what better Pens should do And for his Pains he hopes he shall be thought Though a bad Poet a good Patriot The Persons King Richard the third Queen Dowager of Edward the fourth Princess Elizabeth Daughter of Edward the fourth Earl of Richmond Crown'd Henry the seventh Earl of Oxford Lord Lovel Lord Stanly Sir William Catesby Lord Strange his Son Sir Richard Ratclife Lord Chandew of Bretany Miles Forrest Sir William Stanly The Priour of Litchfield Mrs. Stanly A Captain A Lieutenant Charlot Page to the Princess Souldiers Guards and Artendants The Scenes are laid in the Head-quarters of King Richard and the Earl of Richmond when they are in sight of one another THE English Princess OR THE DEATH OF RICHARD III. A TRAGEDY ACTUS I. Enter King Lord Lovel Sir William Catesby Sir Richard Ratclife with Guards and Attendants King THe World must now confess that Monarchs are Of him who rules above the cheifest care For Richmond whom in vain so long I sought Whom I with half my Realm had gladly bought Is past retreat brought home to my own door Heaven could not give me nor I covet more Fond Boy what madness with such fatal speed Under my Justice hastens thee to bleed I owe thy Frenzy to my kinder Stars Who thus conclude my dangers and my wars L. Lovel The Powers above are now ambitious grown To bribe your Favour and preserve your Throne They give you Richmond and in giving him They from the power of chance your Crown redeem Should the world joyn this Kingdom to devour It would not weaken but declare your power Catesby Tumultuous and Unarm'd their Forces are And fit to make a riot not a war The Crown tempts Richmond like a silly Fly Which dazled with the flame does in it dy As Justice here below so Heaven does blind Their eyes whose execution is design'd King I both his rashness and his weakness know But those who now are weak may stronger grow I therefore have such preparations made As form an Army fitter to invade Whole Kingdoms then to quell a giddy Rout Of half-starv'd Fugitives newly thrust out From Forreign Lands Poor Worms they shall not long Attend their Fate Treason though ne're so young And weak should not be dally'd with but must When first it buds and in the shell be crush't Ratclife Great Sir these Fugitives will soon afford More bus'ness for your Heads-man then your Sword But 't is not now their number nor their armes That they confide in they have other charms Which draw into their Circle and bewitch All those whom either discontent or Itch Of novelty makes apt to be undone The Lady El'sabeth's weak right they own To ground their Treason on they boldly frame All Orders Warrants Summons in her Name And thus the easie Welch a Nation soon Stirr'd up and then again as soon laid down Caught with this Quail-pipe to their Camp resort And with Provisions the lean Troops support Catesby Young Richmond does himself her Champion own And brags his bus'ness is to place the Crown On that young Lady's head at least to dy In the attempt King O rare Knight-Errantry By these degrees he would himself prefer First to espouse her Quarrel and then Her But this bold Youth shall feel that he is more Out-match't in Wit and Policy then Powe She shall be crown'd and marry'd but by thee Young Fool nor crown'd nor marry'd shall she be For when she wears a Crown thou l't want a Head Thou in thy Grave she in her Maâ—â—â—age-Bed At the same time shall lye Catesby Sir will you give Me leave to ask how your pretentions thrive And what impression they have made upon That Lady's heart She cannot be all Stone And still make answer with a sullen No When so much Power and Eloquence shall woo King Something tow'rds Conquest in the Siege is done For in the Queen I have the out-works won But the main Fort is such a stubborn Rock As does all Parlies and all Stormings mock L. Lovel The Mother gain'd is more then half the day A Daughter's duty must not disobey And the two greatest Powers at once withstand Both of a Mother and a King's Command Catesby This present juncture of affairs requires A speedy answer to your just desires You must those strict Formalities lay by Which custom pays to Virgin Modesty For now the publick safety does perswade To court her like a Widow not a Maid King I know how much depends on this dispatch The Peace of Nations rests upon our match I and the Kingdom can no longer stay And if she will not love she must obey Enter Lord Stanly SCENA II. King Lord Stanly Lord Lovel Catesby Ratclife and Lord Strange c. Catesby Sir my Lord Stanly arriv'd King My best Of Friends O let me lodge thee in my breast The Person of the World most coveted For my occasions want thy Hand and Head Thy Councel and thy Action L. Stanly Sir to you All that I can all that I am is due King You now may shew it Stanly in defence Of your best Friend For Richmond with pretence Of right as weak as his starv'd Forces are Invades the Land whom nothing but despair Or hunger could have thrust on this design Unless some Traitors here should with him joyn L. Stanly Poor Mushrom His short date of Life is out Since all his hopes are in the fickle Rout Whose Favour is more various then the Winds Whose Fortunes are more desp'rate then their Minds But when your conqu'ring Army comes in sight You 'l find them fit for
slaughter not for fight Of this a signal proof now brought me hither For having notice there was drawn together A numerous body of the Borderers 'Twixt Cheshire and North-Wales urg'd by my fears Lest unsupprest at first this little Flame Grown wider might become too fierce to tame I strait did hasten to their Rendezvous And lest I should the fair advantage lose I did not for your Royal Order wait And Sir the issue was proportionate Both to my Zeal and Justice of your cause For now our Swords have left them to your Laws King My Lord this service to the full does shew How much a King may to his Subject owe For Richmond these and these had Richmond prop't Had not your Hand this budding Treason crop't And now my Lord I hope your Forces are Advancing hither For I ill can spare About my Person and within my call Such Troops as yours and such a General L. Stanly You are my Sov'raign Sir a double way Your Wisdom and your Power bear equal sway But Sir I fear th' effect if we should joyn And all our Strength within one Camp confine You know the Power by the Invader brought Compar'd to yours will scarce deserve your thought Much less your Fear He all his hopes does place Upon the Risings of the Populace And thinks his Snow-ball rowling to and fro Though slender yet to Bulk and Weight may grow If this be true judge how important then Divided Bodies are of chosen Men Who by their several motions may prevent Risings and Succours to the Rebels sent King So let it be I must confess my Lord Your reasons are convincing as your Sword Honour 's your Mistress and I clearly see You mean to rob me of the Victorie And make her wholly yours L. Stanly Sir I design The Glory to be yours the Hazard mine King Hazard and Glory are so linkt together That without both I can pretend to neither But how does your indulgent Lady bear This rash Invasion of her Son I fear That Treason countenanc'd by Nature may In a weak Mother's heart too strongly sway L. Stanly The secrets of her Mind she only knows I her but not her Passions did espouse King I dread her as a dang'rous Enemy Who in the arms of my best Friend does lye L. Stanly Her thoughts are free but by a trusty Guard From all disloyal Acts her Person 's bar'd Nature her self shall be divorc't from me When she rebels against my Loyaltie King My Lord your great Example may improve All my best Subjects in their Faith and Love And here you have a Son fit to inherit All that is yours So far his early Merit Into my Favour is advanc'd that I Am not at ease without his Company He shall remain though you are forc't from hence His stay must your departure recompence L. Strange apart His meaning is I must his Pris'ner be Love is the foulest Mask of Crueltie L Stanly I doubt your Favour 's too much antedate His Merit King Fear it not My Lord 't is late Whilst you stay here some of your time I know You must on Bus'ness and your Friends bestow Exit Ld. Stanly and Strange SCENA III. King Unhappy fate of Monarchs that we must Often depend on those we most distrust But of this Loyal Rhet'rick pray how much In your opinions will endure the touch Catesby Sir I believe 't is in his Power to be Your greatest Friend or your worst Enemie The softness of his words makes but that sound With which all hollow Bosoms most abound But his late Actions I confess have gain'd My Faith to think his honesty not feign'd The rising Borderers by him supprest That he is sound at heart give ample test King Methinks his great unwillingness to joyn Forces together argues some design And yet I must confess his reasons are Of weight and fitted to the Rules of War L. Lovell Sir my Lord Strange will for his Father be A good collateral securitie He sets such value on his young Son's Head That he 'll ne're pawn it to be forfeited King I know this bus'ness has a smiling face But Lovell watchful prudence cannot trace The subtle ways of a dissembling Heart I am well read in that mysterious Art And can discern where all my danger lyes Mines have destroy'd more Towns than Batteries Enter Sir William Stanly SCENA IV. Sir William Stanly Sir the rash Foe all your desires fulfills The Native Fortresses of Wales the Hills Which only could his certain Fate prolong He madly ha's forsaken and the Throng Have crost the Severn King Happy news at last Our little Caesar Rubicon ha's past Either he acts the part of a mad Lover Or hopes his Rashness may his Weakness cover Sir Will. Stanly Let him come on he what he seeks shall have Since English ground best likes him for a Grave King Sir William Stanly 't is beneath your Fame In War to fly at such ignoble Game These Vipers want their Teeth But I must ask Your powerful aid in a much harder task Sir Will. Stanly Nothing is hard to me when you command King Confirm me in that hope I understand You o're your Sister have no little power She waits upon the Saint whom I adore Procure her Mediation for my Love If she in the design successful prove You shall be less my Subject then my Friend My Gratitude shall all your Hopes transcend Sir Will. Stanly Reward did never yet my duty move And I am no good Advocate for Love But Sir my prompt Obedience shall fulfil All your Commands and help my want of skill King That Love from her which you obtain for me With double Int'rest shall rewarded be Exit King Lovel Catesby Ratclife Sir Wil. Stanly solus When Nature form'd this Monster she design'd No less then the destruction of Mankind His Enemies but poorly satisfie The Hunger of his Rage which seeks supply E'en from his nearest Blood and his own Bed His Wife was poyson'd and his Nephews bled To feed the Wolf His Friends are kept alive As Indians cramm'd for Sacrifice survive And now this Monster both in Crimes and Shape On fairest Innocence designs a Rape Enter the Princess crossing the Stage from her own lodgings to the Queen's Appartment In passing by Sir Will. Stanly speaks to his Sister waiting upon the Princess Sister a word Mrs. Stanly I instantly will come Mrs. Stanly leaves the Princess in the Queens Appartment and returns to her Brother SCENA V. Mrs. Stan. Now Brother what 's your will Sir W. Stan. I hope this Room Is private and secure Mrs. Stanly You need not fear An ambush no close Spies can harbour here But whence this Caution Sir Will. Stanly Wonder not I bring A strict Commission for you from the King You must his Mistress gain then happy we I shall a Prince and you a Princess be Mrs Stanly 'T is the great Art of Kings for their Intents To make right choice of proper Instruments But
sides lyes a vast Precipice Sir Will. Stanly My Stars have led me on to hazard all And rather then turn back again I 'le fall Mrs. Stanly The Rash will perish and they fall unmourn'd And losing Life their memory is scorn'd Attempts upon the King must fatal prove Much more your Aims at the great Princess Love Against so Potent Foes what can you do The King great Richmond and the Princess too Sir Will. Stanly Those Rivals shortly may themselves destroy And then why may not I the Prize enjoy When on their Ruines I shall raised be It will be level ground 'twixt her and me Mrs. Stanly Do not your thoughts on these Chimeras spend Impossible both in their means and End Could you as speedily in fact subdue All those great Powers as now in thought you do Yet you might sooner scale high Heaven then gain That Love which wild ambition would obtain Sir Will. Stanly If to my courage she her lost Crown owe I may partake the Gift which I bestow Our Souls have equal Fineness you mistake Thinking our drossie Parts the Difference make Mrs. Stanly Have you the Tyrant's strength who are alone In Passion strong which we our Weakness owne Consult your Reason 'T is a dangerous thing Poor Subject to be Rival to thy King Sir Will. Stanly To Cowards talk of Danger Love and Fear In the same Heart Joint-Tenants never were Mrs. Stanly Dear Brother these sick Fancies pray remove Know this last secret She does Richmond love Sir Will. Stanly Too late you tell me this when in one Flood The Poyson runs about me with my Blood Mrs. Stanly Love and all madness Brother ever raign Much lesse about the Heart then in the Brain Lovers may blame their Stars or Cupid's Bow Here dwells the Heat whence their Distempers grow Points to her head Those who are most possest with this Disease By Sleep and cooling med'cines found their Ease Sir Will. Stanly This sharpness Sister ought to be forborn My Sufferings ask your Pity not your Scorn Enter the Princess and Charlot Mrs Stanly Here comes the Princess Brother pray retire I wish my Tears could quench your Raging Fire Exit Sir William Stanly SCENA II. Princess Mrs. Stanly Charlot Charlot Madam yield not to these transports of Grief Until the cause proves worthy your Belief My Judgment thinks him true Princess Thou art a Fool And of thine own plain Heart dost make a Rule To measure others by That sudden Joy Spred through the Court too clearly does destroy All promis'd Hopes from this perfidious Lord. Char. My tender years small Judgment can afford But grant this Lord were true yet he must use These Arts and the misjudging world abuse His Loyal Purposes would not succeed Unlesse in this dark Method he proceed Mrs Stanly The Tyrant to that Height of Power is grown That open Force can never pull him down He 's to be conquer'd only by Surprise Those Arts must work his Fall which made him rise Who this Wild Bore adventures to destroy Must Toiles and Weapons both at once employ Prin. With raging Forces to destroy our Friends Is a strange method to effect our ends Mrs. Stanly Dark minds we must in Darkness overthrow To blind the King we must be blinded too Char. A Publick Errour must our Work secure Madam with Patience then you may endure Unpromising and false Appearances Which must be bad to gain a good Success Prin. Thy pretty Logick ha's a charming sound But the foundation wants a steady ground Can Stanly be for Richmond and invade The Friendly Succours rising to his aid The mystery I dread This treach'rous Lord Revolts from Honour and has broke his Word Private Concern within his narrow Soul Does all the Care of Publick good controul And his unworthy Fear for his young Son The Court 's great Pledge our bus'ness has undone Mrs. Stanly Ah Madam do not make this cruel haste With antedated Grief your Heart you waste He is my Brother and my Blood I 'm sure 'Gainst you no Taint of Treason will endure Prin. All hopes are past and we must ruin'd be Since the whole World takes part with Tyrannie Poor Richmond hastens to his Fatal End Lost by his Courage and a Treacherous Friend Enter L d Stanly Mrs. Stanly Behold my Brother It is he that must Make your Grief causless and your Fears unjust SCEN. III. L. Stanly Madam I hope you 'l pardon my delay In waiting on you this preposterous way Paying my first Debt last which your Concern Only can justify Princess By what I learn From the World's Voice I rather disallow Your hasty boldness to approch me now L. Stanly Humble Petitioners without Offence Though led by their own Wants approch their Prince I whom your Service brings may with lesse blame And better Title the like Freedom claim Prin. Place not on my Account what you have done I and the Tyrant are not yet all one L. Stanly You seem all one pray pardon what I say When with Reproch my Services you pay Prin. If other Payment you expect pray go To him for whom these Services you do L Stanly I never let to hire my Honesty I neither paid nor yet reproch't would be Prin. Are you so touch't in Honour my good Lord Who so apparently have broke your Word L. Stanly May I endure yours and your Vassals scorn When I infringe that Faith which I have sworn Princess These purging Imprecations let alone You have the Tyrant's thanks for what is done L Stanly I have deceiv'd the Tyrant and you too And I am thankt by him reprocht by you Yet this deceit of mine may him dethrone And Madam render you your Fathers Crown Thus blind all Censures are until we know Those hidden Roots whence outward Actions grow Princess Pray end these Mysteries Who did oppose Those Loyal Borderers that lately rose Against the King all Aids you did prevent By that unseas'nable discouragement L Stanly I did suppress them Madam But 't was I That rais'd them too Princess I cannot yet descry At what you aim L. Stanly Pray know that by my own Confed ' rates all that rising was begun Which I contriv'd only to be supprest This Art I us'd that in the Jealous breast Of our suspitious Tyrant I might gain Such Trust as will our purposes obtain And that you may reserve no Jealous thought Here my Credential Letters I have brought He delivers a Letter to the Princess who reads it out Madam The time draws neer in which I shall either restore you to the Inheritance of your Fathers Crown or dye a Martyr in your cause My Devotion to your Person and the Iustice of your Claim raise my hopes into an Assurance of Success In the mean time by the hands of my Lord Stanly your conceal'd and faithful Servant be pleased to accept this earnest of his Constancy who is Madam Your most devoted Servant Richmond Princess My Lord I know the hand and what to
you I did impute that Blame becomes my due Errours of Passion not of Will may find An easie Pardon in a generous Mind L. Stanly Madam your goodness now confounds me more Then your unkind reproaches did before But your concernments now require my haste And make the price of Time too great to waste Yet ere I part I must with Joy relate Of our improving Cause the prosp'rous state For your great Chief advances with a Power Resolv'd and Numerous growing every hour Which still receives by a supply'd access Of the Heroick Welch a fair encrease And Madam from this Camp you soon will see His Flying Colours brave the Enemie Princess His hasty Succours may advance too late L. Stan. Too late how can that be Prin. The Tyrant's hate By a most Fatal Metamorphosis Does in Love's Image his ill shape disguise Of which I dread the dismal consequence L. Stanly The thoughts of his own Danger and Defence Will soon allay the crafty Lover's Heats Princess Whilst I am in his Power no Fatal threats That aim at him can make my safety better For when his danger 's great mine must be greater His bloody Temper urg'd by Jealousie Will all his former cruelties outvie L. Stanly Madam can Heaven for such a Tyrant's sake Pervert their Justice and you Guilty make But is it true that now the Queen does prove A Mediatour for the Tyrant's Love Princess It is too true A Mothers tender heart Does for my safety take the Tyrant's part L. Stanly Ha's she forgot what Guardian he has been To her two Sons Ha's she not lately seen What Husband to his Wife he prov'd and can A Mother give a Daughter to this man Princess My Lord she is my Mother pray forbear L. Stanly I must not speak what you are loth to hear Princess I fear my Lord that our great bus'ness may Suffer some damage by your longer stay And yet one minute more you must attend Whilst I an answer to this Letter send L. Stanly Your sight with no mean Joy my heart does bless Mrs. Stanly Brother your kindness makes my happiness Exeunt Princess and Mrs. Stanly SCEN. IV. Lord Stanly Charlot L. Stanly Sir by the noble Richmond's strict commands I am to leave this Letter in your hands You are intirely happy in his grace I find you there possess an envyed place Charlot I may presume that for so poor a thing As Charlot Envy cannot find a sting L. Stanly Your Person I confess should alwaies prove The subject not of envy but of love Nature does court you and her Favourite Is for a Prince his kindness ever fit Charlot My Lord you quite mistake me I was worse Then nothing till my Essence from that Source Of goodness was deriv'd From him I own Being and Happiness So the kind Sun Smiles on a Clod of Earth after a showre And then prefers that Dirt into a Flower L. Stanly Your Person and your Gratitude both shew Your Patron just when he is kind to you I find the Royal Princess too does seem To give you the same place in her esteem Charlot She does her gracious countenance afford To a slight Toy sent to her from my Lord. L. Stanly But in this jealous Court what Industry Has thus preserv'd you from each watchful spy Charlot Their bus'ness is above I keep below Besides French Pages are the Fashion now But pray my noble Lord what numbers join Of French Nobless to favour our Design L. Stanly I durst not publick in their Camp appear But of a Breton Lord much Fame I hear Charlot starts He 's Chandew call'd What 's this something I find By your chang'd face has discompos'd your mind Charlot My Lord I hope you will not think it strange That in my troubled breast you see this change Impressions such as these are often wrought When absent Friends and Country fill our thought Such fits will quickly vanish But I fear That our attendance we too long forbear L. Stanly Charlot 't is well advis'd Pray shew the way Exeunt L. Stanly and Charlot Enter again Charlot reading the Letter My Charlot I beg the continuance of thy kindness in being the faithful Interpreter and Promoter of my Passion to our adored Princess Charlot shuts the Letter suddenly Charlot Dear Paper I to thee this Homage pay kisses the Letter Though I in thy contents already find A Warrant for my execution sign'd Which I must serve upon my self and be The instrument of my own Destinie Though I am thus condemn'd yet I not grudge To kiss the Sentence and adore the Judge I only pray my Punishment may be Kept secret and exempt from infamie Alas my hopes are vain for how can I Conceal a Daughter from a Fathers eye My Fault 's too great for Pardon I allow Yet I as great a Penance undergo Since I assist my Rival to possess That which possest destroys my Happiness Grant Heaven at least that I may part from hence As clear in Honour as in Innocence Exit Charlot SCEN. V. Enter King Queen L d Strange and Attendants King Well Madam will she yield Queen I did not spare My labour to reduce her nor my care Patience must this to happy issue bring King Patience is not the Virtue of a King It will concern you and your Daughter too Not to become too tedious Queen Sir you woo In a strange Language King I must change my course Queen Nothing does less consist with Love then Force King Call Stanly and his Sister The Idle may In lingring Courtship trifle out the Day Slow Treaties will to stormings him oblige Who leisure wants to take the Fort by Siege Princess In exigents of State or Rage of War Sudden dispatch and Force conducing are But Sir in love-concernments they destroy The chiefest Blessing that you would enjoy King Madam these tedious forms destructive grow The safety of my Crown they overthrow Like a bold Suitour Richmond marches on And by pretending Love to Strength is grown When Kingdoms such Convulsion-fits endure We must not complement about the Cure Enter Sir Will. Stanly Stanly have you perform'd what I enjoyn'd Sir W. Stan. I have obey'd you Sir King But do you find Good Symptoms of Success Mrs. Stanly What shall I say apart Sir W. Stan. Sir I have done my part King Then I must lay Madam the blame on you if my design To Mrs. Stanly Miscarry Mrs. Stanly Sir unless the Fault be mine Your Justice will not punish me with blame King I do not like this Prologue Does my Flame Yet warm her Breast Mrs. Stanly Sir she condemns your haste And says her time of mourning is not past For her two Brothers and she thinks that you Your Queen scarce cold should be a mourner too Then she concludes it would great Scandal move If two so deep in Sorrow should make Love King She thinks it is too soon for me to woo But does she think it so for Richmond too Madam you know
Charlot Dispute with mine the Glory of the Day 'T would make a Monarch Bankrupt to bestow That just Reward which to thy Faith I owe. Chandew To himself What do my Eyes behold It must be she And her Disguise reveals her Infamie Richmond To Charlot Why speak'st thou not when all the World 's become So loud in praising thee canst thou be dumb Chandew Must she needs chuse the most Conspicuous Place Of the whole Earth to blazon my Disgrace Richmond What sudden damp does on thy spirits seise Chandew To himself Death of my Honour and my Souls Disease Thou art a Blot upon my Name which I Will rase out with thy Life Oxford Sir I descry A strange transport in my Lord Chandew too Richmond What Mysteries are these my Lord are you Concern'd in that brave Youth Chandew Sir 't is a Stray From my Enclosures it has broke away Richmond My Lord be well advis'd if you would gain My Credit and our former Love maintain Reproch him not Chandew I cannot much delight To bring that Creatures shame to publick sight But Sir in equal Justice you will give To the right Owner's hands a Fugitive Richmond You must not your displeasure thus express If you expect I shall my Claim release Charlot kneeling to my L d Chandew Sir I am yours and have deserv'd your Hate O let my Death end this unkind debate Take me and take my Life for 't is your due First as your Gift and now by forfeit too Chandew Since thou hast murder'd thy whole Family Offering to kill Charlot In their best Life their Honour thou shalt dye Rich. Hold Chandew hold What means this furious Heat In which you both your self and me forget 'T is well your merit weighs my anger down Chandew Pardon my Passion thus unruly grown It did my strength of Reason quite subdue Rich. More then my Pardon does belong to you But I am wrackt with Doubts Rise Boy and free My tortur'd Thoughts from this Perplexitie Charlot O Sir if I must here my Sins confess This Posture most becomes my Guiltiness And I this low submission doubly owe In presence of my Prince and Father too Rich. My Lord are you his Father Chandew Sir that Name Turns my whole Life to Sorrow and to Shame Rich. Rather to Glory and to Happiness A better Son cannot a Parent bless Oxford Sir I perceive where all our Errour lyes Charlot suppos'd his Son his Daughter is Rich. I am opprest with Wonder Charlot rise Whilst thy disputed Sex deludes our eyes Thou dost to me a Guardian Angel seem Which did the Princess sacred Life redeem SCEN. IX Enter Queen Princess and Attendants Rich. Madam at last Propitious Heaven affords Success to the Endeavour of our Swords We at your Royal Feet our Persons lay And all the mighty Trophies of the Day Princess Sir these Submissions must not come from you No Homage from a Conqu'rer can be due Your Laurel should in Justice be a Crown For all by double Conquest is your own Rich. How gloriously your Servants you reward Princess No Sir from that I am by Duty bar'd A Parent 's leave must first the Gift allow Ere I the merited Reward bestow Richmond To the Queen Sway'd by my Love to her whom you love best I have unduly my Respects addrest This Madam for her sake you 'l not reprove All Laws of Ceremony yield to Love Queen What you oblige me in needs no Excuse And Sir I were unjust should I refuse My vote to such a Publick Happiness May all the Powers above this Union bless Richmond to the Queen To the Prin. I must with humble adoration kiss The Hand which does confer so high a bliss Now Madam what say you Princess I must obey Rich. Succeeding Times shall magnify this Day Whose Fruitful Joys shall flow to distant Age And rescue Nations from Rebellious Rage But Madam in this Publick Jubilee Charlot's Concerns must not neglected be This Fav'rite to us both does newly find A Noble Father in my greatest Friend And what is yet more strange that Fathers Eye Does here a Daughter not a Son descry Princess I 'm lost in wonder but what ere he be No Sex can equal his great Loyaltie Now Charlot ease my Mind which longs to know The secret Cause whence all these Wonders flow Charlot Can any thing but Love such Wonders do As have disguis'd the Soul and Body too Madam I drunk my Poyson when my Eye Did first his Image whom you love descry I was too young to weigh how far above The level of my Birth I rais'd my love My wounded Heart in Bretany first bled And when our Exile thence to Paris fled Leaving my Home my Parents and my Shape To follow him I made a bold Escape And to his Service I soon gain'd access Helpt by Industrious Love and this feign'd dress Princess Charlot no History shall ever show So brave a Rival and so kind a Foe Pity and Envy both attend thy Fate Thou art more Generous I more Fortunate Richmond Ah gentle Charlot in a high degree Thou hast at once oblig'd and punish'd me The Torment of great minds I undergo Paying so little where so much I owe. Strange Sir I want Merit but your Goodness may For Service yet to come advance my pay Grant me your Favour in my great design Of off ' ring my Devotions at this Shrine I long have known her and with envious Eyes Have seen above my own her Vertue rise But Madam now a double change we find To Charlot For your Sex alter'd has transform'd my Mind My Jealousie grows Love and what before With Envy I beheld I now adore Richmond Thy Passion makes me happy and I know Your Father's Judgement will this choice allow Her Fortune as her Birth shall equal you Who marries her marries our Favour too Chandew I hope that in this happy Bride Your scrup'lous Honour now is satisfi'd Chandew Not only satisfi'd but much encreast Where I unhappy was I now am blest Charlot How much must I to such Indulgence owe As on the Guilty does Reward bestow But Sir no Power can former Vows release Which bar me from this proffer'd happiness Ambitious Flames will ever upwards tend They may their Object lose but ne're descend Mine still shall rise and in a Cloister chuse The lasting Love of an Immortal Spouse Strange Ah! leave us not Heaven wants you less then we Princess Vertue will leave that Land which loseth thee Charlot All Vertue stays when you are left behind Madam in vain you urge my setled Mind SCEN. X. Enter L. Stanly L. Stanly The Field does want you Sir The Souldiers call With loud Impatience for their General In this days Booty they the Crown have found And all cry out that Richmond must be crown'd Richmond My Lord they should their duty better know For common Hands must not the Crown bestow L. Stanly High swelling Torrents you as soon may swage As stop the Current of