THE MISERY OF CIVIL-WAR A TRAGEDY As it is Acted at the DUKE's Theatre By His Royal Highnesses Servants Written by Mr. CROWN LONDON Printed for R. Bentley and M. Magnes in Russel-Street in Covent-Garden 1680. PROLOGUE REligious Broyles to such a height are grown All the sweet sound of Poetry they drown Were Orpheus here his Lute might charm our Beasts Our Mastiffs not our Robble or our Priests Good Heaven Sirs are there no other ways To damn the Pope but damning all our Plays To our Religion 't is no Praise at all That if our Wit must stand our Faith must fall All parties in a Play-House may agree The Stage is priviledg'd from Piety 'T is pleasant Sirs to see you fight and brawl About Religion but have none at all Most fiercely for the Road to Heav'n contend But never care to reach the Journeys end Though you lose Heaven you will keep the Way The Pope sha'n't have you though the Devil may These things such business for the Criticks find They 're not at leasure Poetry to mind Well for the Poet 't is they 're so employ'd Else this poor Work of his wou'd be destroy'd For by his feeble Skill 't is built alone The Divine Shakespear did not lay one Stone Besides this Tragedy a Rod will prove To whip us for a Fault we too much Love And have for ages liv'd call'd Civil Strife The English Nation like a Russian Wife Is to a gentle Husband always curst And loves him best who uses her the worst This Poet though perhaps in Colours faint Those scurvy Joys does in all Postures Paint Fools take in pelting out each others Brains A joy for which this Nation oft takes pains If any like the Ills he shews to day Let them be damn'd and let them damn the Play The Persons Represented in the Tragedy KIng Henry the Sixth Prince Edward King Henry's Son By Mr. Joseph Williams Richard Plantagenet Duke of York By Mr. David Williams Edward eldest Son of Richard Plantagenet and after his Fathers death King of England By Mr. Smith George Duke of Clarence second Son of the Duke of York By Mr. Bowman Richard the third Son called Crook-back By Mr. Gillow Rutland a Child the youngest Son  The Great Earl of Warwick By Mr. Batterton Old Lord Clifford By Mr. Pearcival Young Clifford his Son By Mr. Wiltshire Queen Margaret Wife of King Henry Mrs. Leigh Lady Grey the Widow of Sir John Grey belov'd and at length married by King Edward the fourth By Mrs. Batterton Lady Elianor Butler a young Lady of great quality that was one of King Edward's Mistresses By Mrs. Currer SCENE ENGLAND THE MISERIES OF Civil-War ACT. I. SCENE I. A Noise of Fighting a Shout for Victory Enter Cade and his Rabble Cade FLing all my dead Subjects into the Thames Now say what place is this Butch 'T is London-Stone Cade Then am I Mortimer Lord of this City And here I sitting upon London-Stone Declare this is the first day of our Reign So I command the Conduits all Piss Claret And I proclaim it Treason now for any man To call me other than Lord Mortimer Enter a Souldier running Sould. Jack Cade Jack Jack Cade Knock down that sawcy Fellow A Butcher kill 's him Butch If he has wit he 'll never call thy Honour Jack Cade again Cade I think he has fair warning Enter a Cobler with a Scrivener Cob. My Lord my Lord Cade Well said a mannerly Fellow Cob. I have catch'd a Scrivener here setting Boyes Copies Cade Oh! there 's a Villain a corrupter of Youth Cob. He has a Book in 's pocket with red Letters in 't Cade Then he 's a Conjurer Cob. He can write Bills and Bonds and Obligations to bind People to undo themselves and pay Money whether they Can or no such a Rogue is enough to undo a Nation Cade I 'm sorry for it for on my honour he 's a proper fellow He shall not dye unless I find him Guilty Cob. He shall die Guilty or not Guilty I brought him to be Hang'd and I will not lose my labour I love hanging there 's Never any hanging but I leave my Stall to go see it Hanging-day is my holy-day and I will keep Coblers holy-day Cade We 'll hang him but we 'll examine him first Cob. No hang him first for now no man will confess Till after he 's hang'd Cade I will examine him Sirrah what 's thy Name Scriv. Emanuel Cob. Emanuel That 's a strange Name Friend 't will go very hard with you Cade Let me alone Friend dost thou write thy Name Or use a mark like a plain honest man Scriv. Sir I thank Heaven I have been so well bred That I can write my name All. He has confest He 's a stranger and a Villain hang him Cade Hang him with his Pen and Ink about his Neck Enter others with the Lord Say Prisoner My Lord my Lord a prize an 't like thy Honour Here 's the Lord Say who sold the Townes in France And made us pay one and twenty Fifteens And a shilling to the pound last Subsidy Cade I will behead him one and twenty times Come scurvy Lord what canst thou say To our Mightiness for giving up our Towns To Monsieur Basimecu the Dolphin of France Be it known unto thee Traytor by these presents Even by the presence of my self Lord Mortimer That I will sweep the world clean of such filth Thou Trayterously hast built a Grammar-School To debauch all the youth and whereas formerly Our Grandsiers us'd no Book but Score and Tally Thou hast caus'd wicked Printing to be us'd And contrary to the King his Crown and Dignity Hast built a Paper-Mill It will be prov'd That thou hast Servants talk of Nouns and Verbs And such vile Words no Christian er'e can here Thou hast appointed Justices of Peace To call poor men before 'em about matters They cou'd not answer yes and thou hast hang'd 'em Because they cou'd not read Cob. There was a Villain Cade Thou rid'st upon a foot-cloth dost thou not Say Well what of that Cade Why is it not a shame Thy Horse shou'd weare a Cloak when honest men Go in their Hose and Doublets Say Well I find You men of Kent All. What of us men of Kent Say That Kent is bona terra mala gens Cade Bold Traytor he speaks Latin in my presence Go hang him hang him Say Hear me Country-men Cade Hear Latin Villain hang him All. Hang him hang him They drag him away Butch We 'll hang up every man that can speak-Latin Cade Well counsel'd Butcher counsel'd like a Butcher We will and more for they are but few Tay. We 'll hang up any man that can speak French For I 'm a Taylour and there is no man That can speak French will let me work a stitch for ' em Cob. We 'll hang up all the Lords and Gentlemen Spare none but such as go in clouted shoes For I 'm a Cobler
me By making you unhappy in a Wife War Were you the first of Widows that talk'd thus I must confess I think 't wou'd damp my courage But when this is the constant language spoke In the dark shady Land of Vailes and mourning Shou'd I be scar'd I were as rank a fool As the dull Heroe that shou'd leave a pleasant Country he conquer'd ' cause the people speak A strange odd Language you are a conquer'd Province And you may keep your Language and your Customs But I will have the Government and Tribute La. Gr. My Lord I have affairs of greater consequence Then this fond talk and so your humble Servant War So have not I and therefore you shall stay La. Gr. What do you mean my Lord War I mean my Lady To marry you this day enjoy you this night La. Gr. My Lord I tell you plainly I do not love you War All 's one I tell you plainly I will have you I know you are a woman of great virtue And time will file away these rugged humours But if it do not though your soul be rough Your body will be smooth your Cheeks be soft Your eyes be sparkling and your lips be tempting And more perhaps might make me mad with love Ho! call a Parson La. Gr. Now my Lord VVar. Ay! now La. Gr. What and my Husband dyed so very lately War What then what has the dead to do with us La. Gr. I 'll rather go a begging with my Children War Come leave this fooling by this kiss you shall La. Gr. I 'll dye e're suffer all this barb'rous rudeness War VVell thou art a most beauteous Creature I 'm going now Embassadour for France I 'll let thee keep thy humour one month more But then at my return be sure I find thee Divorc'd from sorrow and the dead for ever Give not one sigh or to the dead or living Sigh thou for any Man alive but me And though a King he had better be a slave Sigh for the dead I 'll tear him from his Grave Ex. La. Gr. What shall I do for I abhor this man What comes into my thoughts is it not said King Edward for we now must call him so Lodges to night at his own Neighb'ring Castle Wom. Yes Madam La. Gr. I 'm inform'd he is a Prince Of a most noble Nature I 'm resolv'd To fling my self in sorrow at his Feet And beg him to have pity on my Children What e're their Father was they are not his Enemies And if I can obtain their Father's Lands Then I shall ' scape this man I so much hate Ex. Scene a Room of State Enter Edward Richard Guards Ed. The Scituation of this Castle pleases me Rich. But Sir not me for I 'm afraid it stands Too near a Beauty that once stopt your way And I 'm afraid will do it once again Ed. Women are moving Creatures and may follow us Rich. Pardon my confidence I love to serve My Friends as boldly as I fight my Enemies Ed. You say well Brother and I 'll promise you Nothing shall stay me here beyond this night Enter a Lord. Lord. A Lady Sir desires to kiss your hands Ric. A Lady Poxo ' Ladies he is tinder To every Lady and will catch new fire Enter Lady Grey and her Women She kneels kisses King Edward's hand he raises her and Salutes her Rich. A very lovely woman he is ruin'd Ed. I ne're had Eyes or my eyes ne're saw beauty Till this amazing minute Ric. So he 's gone Any one may have London now that will La. Gr. Sir I present you humbly the petition Kneels again and the King gazes Of a poor Widow and her little Orphans I am the Widow of one Sir John Grey Who in S. Alban's Battel lost his life In the defence of him we thought our King If my poor Husband's Loyalty did err He dearly for that fatal error paid My humble prayer is that my poor Orphans May not be punish'd for their Fathers Faults If erring Loyalty can be a fault Ed. I am so rapt I mind not what she say Nor that she is all this while upon her knees Pray Madam rise leave us To the Attendants Ric. So she I find Must grant a thing before her thing be granted Ex. Ed. Had you a Husband Madam did you say La. Gr. Yes Sir I had one at S. Alban's Battel His Name was Sir John Grey Ed. Oh happy man What excellence had he above mankind That he shou'd be more blest than all mankind And have you Children La. Gr. Many poor young Orphans Ed. Oh! wondrous happy man t' enjoy this Woman I must inquire about her I was never Aside Never so charm'd before My Lord come hither Pray do you know this Lady Lord. Yes Sir well She is the Widow of Sir John Grey of Grooby A man of Quality and great Estate But a most vehement Lancastrian Ed. No matter of what Family is she Lord. Her quality does far exceed her Husbands And yet her Virtue does exceed her quality She is the Daughter of Sir Richard Woodvile Her Mother was sometimes Dutchesse of Bedford Ed. Dutchesse of Bedford Ha! Lord. Dutchesse of Bedford And Daughter of the Earl of S. Pool Ed. Of noble birth and by her Mothers side Related to the house of Lancaster Lord. She is by Marriage Sir that was the cause That Sir John Grey was such a sierce Lancastrian Ed. She has Beauty she has Virtue she has Birth Aside Why may not this fair Lady be a Queen But she 's a Subject England will not like it And th' English Nation like the Sea it governs Is bold and turbulent and easily mov'd And always beats against the shore that bounds it What is the people free and not the King Not free where every Slave is free his bed Yes so it is it seems and English fury Will easily with any wind be rais'd To dash the Palaces and Beds of Kings Come what come will this Lady shall be mine She shall be or my Mistress or my Wife What was it Madam you desir'd o' me La. Gr. To give poor Orphans Sir their Father's Lands Ed. Heaven forbid I shou'd retain 'em from ' em La. Gr. Then Sir with humble thanks I take my leave Ed. Hold Madam for I must have one word more I must impose a Tax upon this Land La. Gr. It shall be thankfully and gladly paid Ed. It will I 'm sure more gladly be receiv'd It is an easie Tax no more but Love La. Gr. No Loyal Subjects Sir but love their King Ed. But this is love that none but you can grant La. Gr. I do not understand your meaning Sir Ed. Truly I scarcely understand my self For I have gaz'd my self out of my Reason La. Gr. With your permission Sir I 'll take my leave Ed. Oh! you shall never never part from me La. Gr. VVhat do you mean Sir Ed. I mean all the Love E're was or can be in the heart of man La.
and live by those Tayl. But by your favour Sir I am a Taylor And Sir I live by Lords and Gentlemen I only wou'd hang those that owe me money And will not pay me Cade Why thou stiching Coxcomb We will be Lords and Gentlemen our selves Tayl. Oh! that 's another thing Cade Another thing What do we fight for else you silly Rascal Cob. 'T is true my Lord we ought to be Great-men For it is said Labour in thy Vocation That is let Magistrates be labouring-men Therefore we lab'ring men ought to be Magistrates And I will be Lord Cobler and a Counsellor Carp I 'le be Lord Carpenter for 't is a shame That none of the Kings Council are good Workmen Cob. The Lords forsooth scorn to wear leather Aprons Cade We 'll make 'em glad to go in leather Aprons Butch We 'll stick 'em all and we 'll be Lords our selves Tayl. I 'll be contented to be but a Knight Cob. Shall we not spare the Lords that are our friends Such as thy Cousin Plantagenet and others Cade No Lord is our Friend you Fool they meerly chouse us Butch How meerly chouse us Cade I say meerly chouse us All the fine words and money that they give us Is nothing else but buying of Calves-heads Butch My Cleaver then shall chouse 'em of their Brains Cade When they have done with us they 'l turn us off Butch Here are brave Knaves Tayl. His Honour understands ' em Cob. I Gad my Lord 's a devilish parlous Fellow Prethee my Lord what ail's these plaguy Lords To keep this coyl when they have a power o' money Brave Lands and gallant Wenches to their Wives Cade I 'll tell thee Tom the Cobler here 's my shoe Dost thou believe my shoe if it had wit Wou'd carry me up and down all day i' th dirt Or dost thou think my Breeches wou'd be sat on Or Doublet cloath my Back and by that means Be often cudgell'd if they had any wit No if they had any wit they would be Caps Cob. True but thy worship's Cap is sometimes cudgell'd I have known thy Honour have a broken pate Cade Ay but pride feels no hurt so some great Lords Are trodden under foot like dirty shoes Some hang like Doublets on the Nations back And some like Breeches only on the tayl But by their good wills they would all be Caps And so wou'd you my friends if you be wise Cob. We 'll all be Caps All. All Caps all Caps all Caps Cade If you 'll be Caps hang all Lords and Gentlemen And all rich Citizens Butch How all rich Citizens Prithee my Lord they are my particular Friends They buy more Meat than all the Lords in England And then they promise they 'll do great things for us If we will help 'em to redress their Grievances Cad Butcher those promises are but a meer cheat These men puff thee just as thou blowst thy Veal Only to make thee swell for their own ends Butch Are they such Knaves Cade Oh they are notorious Knaves They cheat the Town their Wives themselves and us They sit up nightly a Plotting and Caballing So cheat their Wives of due benevolence They leave their Shops a-days for State-Affairs So cheat themselves of money they might get And cheat the Town of Trade that it might have And last they mean to cheat us of our Necks Put us on Plots for them then have us hang'd Now my good subjects we are bound in Conscience To take their Wives and give 'em due Benevolence To take their Shops and give the Town it 's due To hang the men and give the Rope it 's due And so we shall be very honest fellows All. Ay Ay we shall be very honest fellows Cob. In short we 'll ha' no Trades but Eating and Drinking We 'll have seven half-penny Loaves For a Farthing and a Pint-pot shall hold a Gallon and so let us about our hanging work Cade Go Subjects go but pray remember one thing To hang the Lawyers when your hand is in Cob. I warrant thee my Lord we 'll hang the Lawyers But now I think on 't they wear out Abundance of Shoo-leather in going to West-Minster Hall and employ Coblers much Besides they help to undo Lords and Gentlemen But now I think on 't we can undo 'em Fast enough our selves by burning their Houses And taking their Lands The Lawyers Have a sure way of undoing 'em but it 's more tedious Ours is most quick and as sure So we shall have no use o' the Lawyers And so le ts hang ' em And for that reason too Let 's hang the Doctors and Pothecaries For though they do kill Gentry pretty well Yet we have a better quicker way By knocking 'em o' the head Cade Subjects hang the Doctors and Pothecaries but Hang the Lawyers first for fear they Hang you for when you have had A thousand broken heads and settled all things As right as you wou'd wish a Roguy Lawyer Will ruine all again with a meer quirk Cob. A quirk what 's a quirk Cade A quirk why 't is a quirk Cob. Well but what is a quirk Butch What 's matter what a quirk is I know What my Lord means by quirk Cob. Do you so Sir Then you are a Scholar are You Sir as little learning as this has made Many a man a Priest you deserve to have Your brains beaten out Butch My brains Cade Hold Cobler and Butcher Civil VVars Among our selves Cob. I hate Scholars I will have no man live Among us that knows more than I. But I wou'd know what a quirk is Cade Dost know what an Awl is Cob. I think I do Cade Then as thou borest holes in shoes with Thy Awl to mend 'em Lawyers with quirks bore Holes in Estates to mar ' em Cob. Oh! Oh! Cade For this and other reasons hang the Lawyers They strive to make the Subjects break the Law And then they make the Law break all the Subjects And cunningly they make such rotten Laws That men must break 'em all spite of their Teeth We send you know sometimes men to make Laws And there these men sit hatching Laws and Laws And as they think hatch sound and wholesome Laws A plaguy Lawyer gets his finger in And put 's such scurvy quirks into the Law That when 't is hatch'd I Gad the rotten Law Fall's all to pieces like a pocky Child Butch There are pure Knaves for you since they Are for quirks We 'll go and put such quirks in the Inns of Court Shall tumble them all down about their ears Cade Do honest subjects do Cob. We will my Lord. And prithee let thy mouth be all the Law Cade Cobler well said my mouth shall be the Law For all the Law of England is but mouth When you are at law it is not the best cause But the best mouth that always carries it Cob. Prithee let thy month be Westminster-Hall And my mouth shall be Paul's For
wou'd not have done the same War All of us wou'd and Sir I humbly beg you Think my wild passion was the Woman in me And I 've enjoy'd my Woman as you yours Ed. My Lord I know you wou'd enjoy your Woman I mean your Mistress for you have a Mistress And you who threatned to revolt from me Because some moments which were due to business I gave away to Beauty and to Love Had almost at S. Albans given away Our victory to a Woman that abhorr'd you War Ha! Ed. Yes my Lord I was inform'd the story You woo'd her over her dead Husband's Body Till you were almost taken by the Enemy I do not know her Name I never pry Into your pleasures though you censure mine But thou in Chastity wou'dst seem a Scipio Know that the Woman that thou saw'st me with Was thy own Whore Ric. Ha! Ed. Yes thy own poor Whore A Peasant's dirty Daughter whom thou keep'st By whom thou hast a little tawny Bastard Whom I o' purpose brought to shew thy Faults In th' eyes where thou hast often seen thy face This is the Lady Enter Woman Ric. Cursed treacherous jade Aside Ed. Now Sirs what think you Ge. Pray Sir give me leave To intercede for 'em I see shame covers 'em And to great minds no punishment like shame Rich. Sir not for mine but for my Father's sake Pardon my Errours and accept my Service Kneels both That I may aid you to revenge his Blood War Sir not for mine but for the Kingdoms sake Pardon my Errours and accept my service For I by placing you in the English Throne Shall place the English Throne above the World Ed. Rise both of you I freely pardon you And yet methinks it is unequal usage A King shou'd pardon all the faults of Subjects And Subjects pardon nothing in their King When a King 's crown'd he is not deifyed When he puts on the Royal Robes he does not Therefore put of th' Infirmities of man I own I have my faults and so have you You see I have convinc'd you and I did it That you might leave your faults and pardon mine Or if you kept your faults to part with me For if my Lord of Warwick does design By all his Service only to enslave me I shall lose nothing by his leaving me I can but be a Slave when I am conquer'd And if my Brother Richard has worse ends Ric. Oh! Sir no more unless you do design I shou'd rip up my Breast to shew my heart War Sir I 'll desire no farther pardon of you Till I have writ it in your Enemies Blood And pawn'd my Life and Fortune for my Loyalty Ed. Our Friendship then is stronger for this breach Now let us bend our talk to our Affairs On the sad tidings of my Father's death Which I but lately heard I sent Commissioners To Henry to demand the Crown of him According to the Oath he made in Parliament They are here what tydings Peace or War Enter Commissioners Com. War All. War 1 Com. Th' Amazon Queen drags Henry to the Battel He fain would keep his Oath but she 'll not suffer him Ric. I 'm glad of it I would not for a Kingdom Peace shou'd chain up that Bloody Mastiff Clifford And keep him safe from the edge of our keen Swords War You wrong the Beast to give that name to Clifford An English Mastiff scorns to bite a Child Ed. Now let us march to meet the Enemy This day decides who shall be King of England The right is ours War And Justice will prevail Since Right and Merit both are in the Scale Exeunt ACT. IV. An Alarm Enter King Henry the Queen Prince Clifford Cl. DAmn your unlucky Planets pray Sir get you Out of the Battel 't is impossible For men to fight the malice of your Planets Qu. He tells you true Sir Victory will never Come where you are Hen. Victory will not come Where Perjury is you make me break my Oath Cl. You ought not to have sworn so ill an Oath Pr. Father you cannot give away my Right I 'll rather lose my life than my Inheritance Cl. Spoke like a Prince Hen. Oh! Boy if thou didst know What a Crown was thou wou'dst be more content If I shou'd leave thee no Inheritance But the Example of my vertuous deeds I wish my Father had left me no more Cl. Oh! damn all this come let us to the Battel Ex. Cl. Qu. Pr. Hen. Oh! how this Fellow curses he accuses My Stars for my misfortunes when his Curses Wound all my Men and poyson the Enemies shot Wou'd I were dead if it were Heav'ns good will Lyes down For I am very weary of this World Troublesome folly governs all this World Men live her Vassals and they dye her Martyrs Oh! happy he who in an humble state Only attends on Nature's easie business And brings white heirs down to a quiet Grave Falling to earth as gently as the Snow Alarm Enter a Son bearing his Father Here comes a wretch laden as he believes With happy Fortune 't is with bloudy folly And Heaven has carv'd Fool on his breast with wounds Son Who e're thou art thy life has cost me dear But I 'll repay my self out of thy Gold If thou hast any with the hopes of that I took such pains to kill thee And yet I Who plunder thee may be compel'd e're Night To give my life and plunder to another What 's this Oh! Heaven I have kill'd my Father Oh Father pardon me I did not know thee I was in London prest to serve the King And thou the Earl of Warwick's servant prest To fight on th' other side and so unknown We met and Fought and so unknown I kill'd thee Oh from thy Bosom I will wash away With tears the marks of this unnatural Crime Hen. Oh piteous spectacle Oh sad confusions What horrid errours and unnatural ills Our horrid and unnatural war produces Poor wretch didst thou want tears I cou'd supply thee Enter a Father bearing his Son Fath. Thou that so stoutly hast resisted me Give me thy gold if thou hast any gold For I have bought it with a hundred blows Ha! let me see is this my Enemy Ah no my Son I 've kill'd my only Son Hen. Ah woe on woe Heaven stop these bloudy mischiefs Though by the Death of me and all my Race Son Oh I have ta'ne his life who gave me mine Fath. Oh! I 've kill'd him for whom I wou'd have dyed Son How will my Mother for my Fathers death Take on with me Fath. How will my mourning Wife Accuse me of the slaughter of my Son Hen. How will my people charge all this on me Son I 'll bear thee hence and weep but fight no more Ex. Fath. I 'll bear thee hence and weep but kill no more Except my self with sorrow Ex. Hen. Oh! poor men Here is a King more woful than you all For you grieve for your selves I for you all Oh
you who when you suffer by your Kings Think to mend all by War and by Rebellion See here your sad mistakes how dreadfully You scourge your selves learn here the greatest Tyrant Is to be chose before the least Rebellion And Oh you Kings who let your people rule Till they have run themselves into confusion See here your gentleness is greatest Tyranny Enter Prince and Queen Pr. Fly Father sly all 's lost your Friends are fled Qu. The day is lost and with the day the Kingdom Hen. Where 's Clifford Qu. I believe he 's dead by this time I met him bleeding with a hundred wounds He all the day rowl'd like a siery meteor About the field and burnt up men like reeds But now in lakes of blood his fire is quench'd Post you to Scotland with all haste you can I will to France to beg that Kings assistance Ex. Qu. Pr. Hen. I go but care not what becomes o' me Ex. Enter Clifford wounded Cl. Here burns my Candle out that lighted Henry Warwick and all Plantagenets three Sons And all King Henry's malicious Planets With much ado to day have kill'd one man Henry's Stars ruine me and my fall him But his soft sway made way for his destruction Oh! Henry hadst thou rul'd as Kings shou'd do Or as thy Father or his Father did These Summer slies had never sprung to sting thee Rebels you thrive and may Rebellion thrive That Rogues may cut your throats as you do ours The Ayr has got into my deadly wounds I am too faint to Fight or Fly and Mercy I deserve none and will have none from Rebels I scorn to live by them who deserve death Fate Guards the Scaffold but she hates the Office And will e're long let Rebels have their own I 'm going All you of Plantagenets Race My comfort is in death I kill'd your Father Fall ' s Enter Edward George Richard Warwick Ed. Now the great cause is come to its decision Are any Troops gone to pursue the Queen On her tame Henry's fortune does depend As the Seas ebb and slow does on the Moon War Yes I took care o' that Rich. My chief care was To hunt the bloudy Clifford but I cou'd not Find him among the living or the dead War I thought you set death's mark so deep upon him Death cou'd not miss him Geo. Fortune at us all Play'd him to day but when he was in danger Snatch'd him away again as who shou'd say When I have lost this card my game is gone Cl. Oh! Groans Ed. What Soul is that that takes her heavy leave See who it is and be he Friend or Enemy Use him with mercy Ric. No 't is bloody Clifford Ed. Clifford War Clifford Geo. Clifford Rich. He 's dead oh that he had but life And sense enough to see and hear and know us That we might scoff him as he did our Father Ric. Damn him he counterfeits to shun our taunts Clifford you know me ask me mercy Clifford I am the Son of your dear Friend Plantagenet I 'll pity you for you did pity Rutland Geo. No answer prithee swear as thou wast wont War He 's dead I 'm certain if he does not swear Cl. Damnation on you all Dyes Ed. He Curses he Curses War Then there is hopes of him Ed. 'T was his last Prayer Off with his Head and place it on the pinacle Where the bold bloudy Slave durst place our Fathers War Now let the Trumpets proclaim Edward King A Flourish of Trumpets Trum. Long live Edward the fourth King of England and France And Lord of Ireland a Shout War Now march to London Sir I will to France About the Marriage you so much approved of With the fair Lady Bona that Queens Sister Ed. Oh! thou hast made me much in love with her And all Relations have encreas'd my Passion War Sir She 's the fairest Creature in the Woorld And in that Marriage you will not only Have a fair bedfellow for your delight But that great King your friend for your security Ed. I cannot marry better haste away War I 'm glad of this I have secur'd my Mistress Aside Some days ago as you commanded me I did dispatch an Envoy to King Lewis To make the offer and he seem'd unwilling Not knowing what th' event of War wou'd be But now I with the Sword that conquer'd Henry Will go my self Embassador and try If a French King dare's deny any thing To an English conquering Sword Ed. Oh! thou hast given me A Crown give me this Beauty and thou art A God to me thy gifts are all divine Geo. My life too on his bounty does depend War Is it in me to give you happiness Geo. Yes if a Father can bestow a Daughter War I shall be very proud you will accept her Geo. I shall be very happy to attain her War She shall be yours if the King give consent Ed. My Brother cou'd not have oblig'd me more Than in this choice War Then she 's at his devotion Geo. Then I 'm a happy man Ed. The Earl of Warwick Is the good Angel of our Family Ric. Of what strange stuff so different from my Brothers Am I made they are all-over love I have appetite but not one grain of Love Ed. Thou art not of a mould for love to grow in Men plant not flowers in a Kitchen garden Well Brother I create you Duke of Clarence You Brother Richard I make Duke of Gloucester Ric. I do not like the Title it is om inous Ed. A foolish observation War Royal Sir I 'll take my leave Ed. Success attend thy Embassy Ex. Geo. I 'll take my leave Ed. Success attend your love Ex. Scene a Chamber Enter Lady Grey and her Woman La. Gr. King Henry beaten poor unfortunate King I and my Children are all ruin'd with him The conquerors will seize my Husbands lands War Madam the greatest Conquerour is your Friend The Earl of Warwick he 'll preserve your Fortune Yes and advance 'em if you 'l give him leave La. Gr. Name not that insolent great man I hate him Enter a Page Pa Madam the Earl of Warwick's coming up La. Gr. He coming up how knows he I am here Pa. His Servants learnt it accidentally Enter Earl of Warwick War So near fair Widow and my beating pulses And quivering flesh give me no notice of it For the kind needle never fails to tremble When it approaches it 's beloved Pole What have you paid formality her wages And turn'd off that old Governess of Women Have you yet dryed your eyes and drawn your Curtains Is the Son good enough to be admitted o you If so I hope his humble kindred may For I am near a-kin to him in heat In short you shall be mine if I can give Others a Crown I 'll give my self a wife La. Gr. If you were serious as I think you are not You give me a brave occasion to revenge My Husbands blood and your affronts to
principle If Kings may lose their Rights for want of Virtue And Subjects are the Judges of that Virtue Then Kings are Subjects and all Subjects Kings And by that Law that Subjects may destroy Their Kings for want of Virtue other Subjects May think those Subjects Rogues and cut their throats Thus Babel might be builded but no Kingdom Pr. Sir if you be no King we are all Rebels And ought to dye War And you shall reign or dye If you refuse the Crown I 'll carry it back And with it both your heads to ransommine I 'll quench your lives as Mariners wou'd do False lights that lead their Vessels to destruction Qu. Why do you pause Sir will you rather dye And let your Son dye too e're be a King Hen. Powerful Nature is too hard for me Will it not cost more bloud if I shou'd Reign War The VVar is at an end Edward's my Pris'ner Not only doom'd by Heaven unfit to Reign But by his flesh and bloud his Brother Clarence VVho has revolted from him and brought all His Troops to mine and to create between us A lasting league marries my youngest Daughter Pr. And I have given my heart Sir to her sister Oh! do not make me wretched every way Hen. Oh! Nature conquer's me Qu. Oh! happy conquest Pr. Upon my knees Sir I return you thanks Enter George War See here come's he who gallantly to serve His King and Country will forsake his Brother Geo. I thought my blood derived a Crown to us But now I find it derives only Treason To clear the taint I come to set it boyling Over a flaming zeal for the Kings service War VVhat think you now Sir do you judge your title Good when your very Enemies proclaim it Hen. I find it's Heav'ns will that I shou'd Reign My noble Friends let me embrace you both My Lord of Warwick you are fortunate I must beg you to rule for I 'm afraid My thwarting Stars will blast this blessed Land War Your Majesty is wise to foresee evils And good that you wou'd save your people from ' em Here stands a Prince most worthy of command Geo. The world has not more worth than th' Earl of Warwick Hen. Give me your hands I joyn you both together I make you both Protectors of the Kingdom Rule you while I wait only on devotion Qu. So now my Son thy inheritance is safe Pr. May I be happy in my Mistress too Qu. Yes if the King consent Hen. With all my heart War The Marriages shall then be both this minute Hen. VVith whom is Edward trusted War With my Brother The Arch-bishop of York Geo. I 'm told he gives him liberty To hunt and let 's him go out slender guarded War I will have that reform'd in the mean while We openly will proclaim Edward a Traytour And seize his Lands Geo. Let 's guard this City well He has friends here chiefly among the Women And they rule men Scene London Enter Edward Richard disguis'd Ed. Usurping Henry and false changing Warwick Little think certain ruin is so near ' em Ric. I cannot tell what absolution The Priest of York may give his Brother Warwick For all his horrid perjury's and Treason's Warwick will give him none for your escape Ed. I shou'd be sorry if host th' Arch-bishop For all his civil entertainment of me Shou'd have his reck'ning paid him with an Ax. Ric. So shou'd I too for if instead of giving you The publick Freedom which you had to hunt He had confin'd you to Domitians chace Only to hunt flyes in a bed chamber You had not now been here to hunt his Brother Well Sir Go you to all your City Friends I 'll to the Court I have intelligence How I may easily surprize your Enemies If it be feazible I 'll venture on it Ex The Scene a Chapel Prince George their Brides and a Priest at the Altar near 'em King Henry Queen Warwick Guards Attendants A Shout Enter an Officer Off. Arm Arm Arm Lord Edward's in the City War Thou art mad Off. I wish I were I say Lord Edward Is in the City War In the Womens hearts Off. No in the head of Troops of men and Women There 's nothing that can get a Pike or Spit But cry they 'l live and dye by brave King Edward Richard is with him they are all marching hither War Oh! good Arch-bishop You are a faithful Brother We are very wise to trust our souls with priests When their own Brothers cannot trust their heads with 'em I know this Trayt'rous Priest has sold my head To Edward for th' Archbishoprick of Canterbury Hen. Do not too rashly censure an Archbishop Edward might ' scape by wiles War How cheat a Priest Then he deserves the Kingdom for his cunning Do you think it is easie to cheat priests Who by the help but of some barbarous words As Entity Vnity Verity Bonity Qniddity Quantity Quality Causality Have conjur'd all you Kings out of their Kingdoms And Edward cheat a Priest Who let a VVidow cheat him of his Kingdom Oh! but you 'll say a VVoman cheated Adam But Priests cheat women cheat 'em too of things Dear to 'em as their lives their bawdy secrets They make S. Peter's Keys Open all Italian locks enough of prating I 'll go beat Edward and then hang my Brother My Lord Draw up your Troops you Sir stay here To K. Hen. You are unfortunate I do not care To have your curs'd Stars among my men Ex. Qu. I 'll follow and do you Son leave your Bride And go with us for I 'm resolv'd to see thee Heir to the Crown or dying at my Feet Ex. Pr. Fear nothing Love I shall return victorious Your Royal blessing Kneels to the King Hen. VVhat sad divining thoughts are these within me Pr. Oh Sir why do you weep Hen. For thee my Son I 'm bound in duty to thy soul to tell thee Something from Heaven suggests our deaths are near Thou first must dye I must behold the loss Of all that 's dear to me and then must dye Pr. Oh Sir Hen. 'T is so we never in this world Must meet again Pr. Oh how shall I be able To fight when e're I see the enemy My King and Father wounds me to the heart See my Love 's weeping too I 'm shot o' both sides And in my heart the deadly Arrows meet I 'll rather run among the Enemies Swords Than here be kill'd with sorrow by my Friends Ex. Geo. So now will I go joyn my Brother Edward Aside I am secure of Warwick's beautious daughter Now let the Devil take Warwick and his Treason He made me take that brass Coin with his Daughter But I will pay him the damn'd portion back again He made me swear he 'll say but war 's a game And so is Love and Gamesters Oaths are nothing My Brothers Souldiers are got in the place An Alarm They seek their Enemies but shall find Friends Ex. An Alarm
That Hour there was a Child of darkness born Winds blew down Trees as hell were making gallowses Thy mother had a kind of Hellish pain As She had been in labour of a Devil Thy legs came first and thou wert born with Teeth And cam'st to bite Ric. I 'll hear no more dye Prophet Stabs Hen. For this among the rest I was ordain'd Hen. I and for much more slaughter after this Heaven forgive me my sins and thee this murder Ric. Thou didst say truth I came with my legs forward Into the World but 't was to o're take thee And all that stand between the Crown and me Enter the Lieutenant Ric. What noise is that Lieu. The King is Coming Sir And all the Court with him to see the Prisoner And comfort him the King intends to keep His Court here till his Coronation Rich. Nay then I must be gone he will be angry At what I 've done Ex. Enter Edward George Train Guard Ed. Where is your prisoner Lieu. He 's murder'd Ed. Murder'd Oh! thou bloudy Villain Durst thou do this when I commanded thee To give him all Princely respect and usage Lieu. Sir on my knees I do beseech you hear me Your Brother my Lord Richard came to visit him And was left with him by his own command And now he 's fled that none but he cou'd do this deed Geo. Sir I believe him this is like my Brother Ed. Heaven to his crooked shape has bent his soul He was design'd for mischief and thrust forward Unfinish'd in the World to lose no time And I believe if we don't watch him narrowly He 'l make no scruple to use us as rudely For crowding rudely into the world before him But I believe I 'm safe England by this time Has had enough of Rebels and Usurpers I faney now the Sons of those poor Genlemen Those honest foolish cheated Gentlemen Who did turn Rebels but they meant no harm Who fought their King slaughter'd their Friends and Kinsmen Destroy'd their Country but they meant no harm And for reward had all their houses burn'd Their Wives and Daughters ravished their lands seiz'd And themselves knock'd o' th' head but meant no harm I say I fancy their unhappy Off-spring Will prove exceeding honest Loyal Subjects For by their Fathers Ruine they have learnt VVit Geo. That 's all a Nation gets by Civil War Ed. Yes with the Prodigal they learn 't is better Obeying their Kings the Fathers of their Country Than run and wast their Fortune and their Liberties And do the drudgeries of proud Usurpers Who will perhaps set 'em to keep their Swine And after a long beggery and slavery Return with shame and sorrow to their Loyalty Take up the Body of that unfortunate Prince I will bestow Royal interrement on it His and the Kingdom 's dreadful Ruines prove A Monarch's Right is an unshaken Rock No storms of War nor time can wear away And Wracks those Pirates that come there for prey Ex. EPILOGUE TO a cloy'd lover with his Mistress tyr'd How pall'd she seems who once was so desir'd He Shuns her sight and when she comes to sin Damn her he cries tell her I 'm not within So nauseous and unpleasant now are grown All the delights of wit to this cloyd Town Nowon Religious Brawls your time you spend When sinners grow devout they 're near their end The Nation of a natural humour Gay That in vile Pamphlets does begin to pray The ayd of Rascals for her sickly State Is in a malady as desperate As the young Spark who late Religion scorn'd Grown deadly sick is a Fanatick turn'd And begs in bits o' Paper up and down The Prayers of all the Godly of the Town Oh! we are sick at least our brains are bad England is ne're devout till it is mad Our Fathers to their cost did find it so And small things will make mad men fight you know Oh! what a Bedlam once was this sweet place When graceless Rogues did Fight about free-grace And wilful Fools wou'd obstinately spill His bloud who durst say man had a free-will Of all our Civil broyles those we have shewn To day our Nation with least shame may own For Subjects then for loyalty did fight And Princes to maintain their Royal Right Yet those rich Ornaments were very far From gracing that fowl Monster Civil-War How ugly then she is when ridden blind With Pope before but Presbyter behind Such a poor Nation 's case is very evil Those two wou'd ride a Kingdom to the Devil Learn then by what you have beheld to day To keep your wit and money whilest you may Better at Dice to throw away your Wealth Your time at cursed Plays with Punks your health Than by damn'd senseless bloudy strifes about No one knows what be trod on by the Rout Have your Wealth plunder'd and your brains beat out And dye like Jesuites to be thought devout FINIS