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
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
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.
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
Yo. Cl. Ha! again he calls Oh! there he lyes All weltring in his gore gasping for life Oh! Father Father if thou hast breath enough Leave with me but the name of him that wounded thee That I may give thee and my self revenge And I 'll prefer that glorious Legacy Before the Estate and Honour which thou leav'st me Ol. Cl. Plantagenet gave me my death Farewel Dyes Y. Cl. Plantagenet gave thee thy death Plantagenet Then gave himself and all his race destruction He kills our old men and I 'll kill his Children Henceforth I will not have to do with pitty Tears shall be to me as the dew to fire I will be famous for inhumane cruelty My Father hear's me not he 's dead he 's gone Come thou new ruin of Old Clifford's house I 'll bear thee on my shouldiers as Aeneas Did old Anchises but with this sad difference He bore a living Father mine is dead And so my burden and my grief is heavier He takes his Father on his back and going out meets the King Queen and Souldiers Q. Away away Sir what do you mean to stay All 's lost you have no safety but in flight Hen. My heart 's so heavy that I cannot flye Q. Ha! who goes there Clifford thou art I think Yo. Cl. I am Qu. What burden hast thou on thy shoulders Yo. Cl. I carry vengeance for Plantagenet Hen. Plantagenet dead Yo. Cl. A braver honester man My valiant loyal Father Hen. Clifford dead Yo. Cl. Kill'd by Plantagenet Qu. Take comfort Clifford We 'll streight to London where we have pow'r enough To revenge our selves and thee and to assist us The Parliament shall meet and raise the Kingdom Yo. Cl. For your revenge ralse Kingdoms and for mine I 'll raise my self and I 'll have bloody Vegeance I 'll kill Plantagenet and all his Sons That when he is dead he may not have a Son To bear him to the grave as I my Father And so cut off his memory from the Earth Meet I but any Infants of his House Into as many gobbits will I cut 'em As wild Medea did the young Absyrtis And I will strave my men that they may eat 'em And so let us about our several business Exit A Shout of Victory Enter at one door Warwick at another Plantagenet Edward Richard Souldiers Plantagenet embraces VVarwick Pl. Let me embrace the greatest man that breaths War Pray cease my Lord you know this does not please me Edw. England will learn again to Fight and Conquer A glorious science we have almost lost Under the reign of this tame bookish Henry War What is become of the young boasting Clifford Fate as if tender of him did to day VVhen e're I met him thrust a crowd betwixt us Pl. I met his Father in the field and there I put the brave old man to his last bed The stout old winter Lyon that had long Endur'd the brush of time fought with that heat As he had been but in the spring of youth Like arras-hangings in a homely house So was his gallant Spirit in his body Edw. Whilst we pursued the horâ—â—men o' the North With too much heat the King escap'd our hands But he has left behind some of his friends I fell upon the gallant Duke of Buckingham And with one fortunate substantial blow I cleft his good steel Helmet and his Scull And see his Brains are yet upon my Sword Rich. To speak the truth my Brother Edward fought To day as if he had fought for a Mistress Ed. I must confess I fought with more dispatch ' Cause had the Battle lasted 't wou'd have spoil'd An assignation that I have to night Rich. Did not I say as much Pl. Thou good Son Richard Dost not disturb thy heart with cares of love Rich. The hill upon my back fence's my heart The women love not me so I hate them War We have all cut our names deep on the Pillars Of Fame's high Temple where shall be forever Written this glorious Battle at S. Albons Now my Lord post away with speed to London For thither I am told the King is Fled And there he will repair this day's wide breaches Citizens always love Tame Godly Princes And such as abhor fighting like themselves Then if you can enter the Town before 'em And fill it with your Troops and then tomorrow Get very early into the Parliament House And guarded well openly claim the Crown My Tongue and Sword shall both assert your Title Then let me see what Peer dare be so bold Or Common so sawcy to oppose it Pl. Thou Soul of valour Wisdom and Nobility I 'll take thy Counsel War Go then march with speed I 'll tarry for a moment to take care For any of quality that are dead or wounded Ex. Plantagenet Richard one way Warwick another Edw. I well approve this speedy March to London For here to Night I hope to meet my Mistress Ex. Edward Enter two bearing a Body Warwick meets ' em War Whose Body is that 'T is Sir John Grey of Grooby War A fierce bigot for the Lancastrian Faction I 've heard of him and whither do you carry him 2. To his fair Widow she had only news He had some wounds and so came in her Chariot To carry him away with her but all Her care is now too late see here she is Enter Lady Grey attended La. Gr. Where is my Husband I am impatient for him 1. We have found him Madam in a state too bad For you to look on L. Gr. Oh! he 's dead he 's dead 2. Help help she 's falling on him dead as he War I never saw so beautiful a Creature 1. She is come to her self War But I 'm so lost That I shall never be my self again La. Gr. Oh! my dear Husband War See! see she embalmes His Body with her pretious Tears and Kisses I know not to what place his Soul is fled But I am sure his Body is in Heaven Forms Ceremonies Civil Fooleries Insects engendred of corrupt false Wit I will ride o're you in my way to joy Though this is the first time I ever saw her And she lies drown'd in Tears o're her dead Husband Drown'd in his blood shed may be by my self Yet here and now I 'll tell her that I Love And here and now resolve to make her mine Madam your pardon that I interrupt you La. Gr. Who are you Sir War You Madam best can tell When I came hither I was Earl of Warwick But you have chang'd me to I know not what La. Gr. The Earl of Warwick Oh! my Lord I beg you Conjure you by the Honour of a Nobleman That you permit a miserable Woman To give her Husbands Body decent Burial War Madam with all my heart and I cou'd wish He had been buried when he first saw light And never liv'd to do Prodigious mischiefs La. Gr. What wondrous mischiefs dying for his King War Oh! he has done more ill
As I wou'd do a Toad or a young Serpent Rut. Hear me but one word more dear brave Lord Clifford You have a Son for his sake pity me Lest as you kill me for my Father's faults Just Heaven shou'd destroy your Son for yours And he be miserably kill'd as I am Then Oh! for your Son's sake give me my life And for my Father's faults keep me in Prison And kill me whensoever I offend you Cl. Thou wilt be an offence to me in living Whilst any of thy cursed Fathers race Live upon Earth I live on Earth then dye Rut. Oh! shall I have no pity at your hands Cl. Such pity as my Rapiers point affords Wounds him Rut. May'st thou ne're get more same than by this deed Oh my poor Father Oh! my death will kill him Dyes Cl. Ho! take the body up and carry it after me I 'll make a present of it to his Father Exit Enter Plantagenet Pl. All 's lost my men by numbers are devour'd Or fly like Ships before the stormy wind My Sons have bravely fought but all in vain They only swim like Swans against the Tide And are born down by over-matching Waves And I am very faint and cannot flie But had I strength I 'm on all sides enclos'd The Sands are numbred that make up my life See! the bloody Clifford comes then here I fall Enter Clifford and Souldiers Cl. Ha! have I found thee proud Plantagenet What tumbled Phaethon from thy shining Chariot And made an Evening at thy highest Noon Oh Father from the joys above descend And share with me the pleasure of Revenge Or else by high revenge I 'll climb to thee Pl. Thou bloody raging Clifford do thy worst I 'd scorn to ask thee mercy hadst thou any But thou hast none then come with all thy Multitudes Cl. So Cowards sight when they can fly no farther So Pigeons peck the Falcon's piercing Talons So desperate Thieves breathe curses at the Officers Pl. Hast thou the impudence to charge a Prince With cowardize who made thee basely fly Call to thy memory S. Albans Battel Cl. I do then didst thou kill my brave old Father Pl. And now wou'd thee wert thou not back't with multitudes Cl. I will try that stand of and do not touch him Unless I fall then cut him all to pieces I will not lose revenge yet I will give him So much revenge to kill me if he can Pl. I thank thee for the kindness 't is a great one They Fight Plantagenet is disarm'd and thrown Cl. Now wilt thou yield that I have fairly conquer'd thee As Cl. is lifting up his arm to kill him Enter the Queen Q. Hold valiant Clifford hold I wou'd prolong The Traytors life to scorn him trample on him Are you the man that wou'd be King of England Are you the man that revell'd in the Parliament Sat in your Sovereign's Throne and did believe Your breath cou'd blow his Crown from off his head Where are your Mess o'Sons to back you now Your wanton Edward and your lusty George Your ugly valiant Dick that crookback Prodigy And with the rest where is your darling Rutland Pl. My heart misgives me where is he indeed Qu. Ask Clifford Pl. Oh! thou hast not butcher'd Clifford The innocent Boy Cl. On that young tender morsell My greedy vengeance staid a while it 's stomach Till it cou'd dine on thee and all thy Sons Qu. See! I have stain'd a Napkin in the blood That valiant Clifford with his Rapier's point Made issue from the bosome of thy darling And bring it thee to wipe away thy tears Pl. She-wolf of France or rather cruel Tygress For woman thou art none women are soft Gentle and pitiful but thou art cruel Oh! ten times more than an Hyrcanian Tygress There is a Boy that thinks thou art his Mother But surely thou didst never bear a Child For thou woud'st something know a Parents love And have some natural touch of pitie in thee And not have drain'd the life-blood of a Child To bid his Father wipe his eyes withal Qu. I therefore did it to increase thy sorrow I know a Parent 's love and thy fond love And all the mysteries of thy haughty heart I knew that thou woud'st Barricado it Against the losses of a Crown and Life With Iron-barrs of stubborness and pride But oh this blood like Oyl will sink into it These Crimson threads will lead tormenting grief Into the inmost lodgings of thy Soul And lest this Napkin be too soft a thing I have within an Engine that shall squeeze Thy soul into thy eyes Bring Rutland's Body Now thou hast drunk the liquour take the cup. Enter some with dead Rutland Pl. Oh! my sweet Boy Qu. Ah! this is Musick to me This is the part thou mean'st I shou'd have plaid If thy accursed Treasons had succeeded But that my Tragedy must have been deeper And bloodier far thou mean'st I shoud have wept For a lost Kingdom Husband and a Son Pl. Yes and I do not doubt but my three Sons Heaven's vengeance and the curses of all England Shortly will make thee weep for loss of all ' em Qu. I 'll spoil thy prophecying give me a sword Cl. I 'll pierce him first there 's for my Fathers blood Qu. There for the horrid ills thou threatnest to me Cl. There for the ills he brought upon the Kingdome Pl. Open thy gate of mercy gratious Heaven Dyes Qu. Now take his head once fill'd with lofty thoughts And set it on a lofty pinacle Ex. Scene the Field Enter Edward Ed. No tydings of my Father I am troubled Enter Richard Ric. Brother I 've news Ed. What of our valiant Father Ric. Oh no! I cannot hear what is become of him Ed. What are your news then Ric. They are not very good A Messenger is come from the Earl of Warwick Who tell 's us he is marching to our aid But leaving a strong party with Lord Cobham To guard the King and all the Southern parts They chanc'd to meet with some of the Queen's Troops And whether the Kings Coldness numm'd his keepers Or whether terror of the Warlike Queen Whose armies and success each hour encrease Or of the inexorable cruel Clifford It is not known but my Lord Cobham's men Look'd on the shining Valour of the Enemy Like sleepy Owles on day and fell beneath it That they were all destroyed and Henry fled With the Victorious Troops to joyn the Queen That the Earl of Warwick now wants strength to fight her Ed. This is ill news indeed what shall we do Ric. Hee desires you to haste away with speed To meet ten thousand men marching from Wales Rais'd by your interest there to whom he sent To joyn his Troops if possible to morrow Which they may do if you will hasten ' em Ed. They shall not want for that I 'll go this instant Ric. Pray do not fail for all our Lives and Fortunes Are set on this one cast Ed.
Soul This Country belongs Sirrah to your Landlord And we have orders to take all the Money Burn all the Houses and hang all the people We have obey'd our orders yet and will The Scene is drawn and there appears Houses and Towns burning Men and Women hang'd upon Trees and Children on the tops of Pikes 1 Coun. Oh Heaven have mercy on us have mercy on us 2 Coun. Oh Heaven have mercy on us have mercy on us 1 Soul Now Rogues how do you like Rebellion 2. Soul Come hang 'em whilst there is a Tree to spare They are almost all bespoke Drumb beats Enter a Scout Scout To Armes to Armes Warwick is coming All 3. Warwick Arme Arm Arm. Ex. Enter Richard Warwick Souldiers Ric. Oh horrid spectacle See here my Lord War The Queen is planting in your Fathers Lands An Orchard for the Devil Ric. I will dung this Orchard With the blood of those that planted it I have a Spirit in this crooked Trunck Stands like a keeper in a hollow Tree Ready with bended bow to shoot fat Deer And down goe's thou thy Henry all thy Race I 'll not leave killing 'till I 've built my Father A monument of Bones and Sculls of Enemies That shall o'relook th' Aegyptian Pyramids Oh that my Brother Edward now were come War Till his Troops come we cannot fight the Enemy For they are above thirty thousand strong And we scarce twelve Enter Edward a Woman Ric. What do I see I think I see him there pray look my Lord and tell me Now I am sure 't is he for there 's a Woman Oh! we are ruin'd for I will be damn'd If he has not been with her all this Night War He durst not do it durst not serve me so Ed. I see my Brother and my Lord of Warwick Retire Ex. Wom. War My Lord. Ed. My Lord of Warwick War Yes my Lord Where are your men Ed. My Lord I must confess I 've been to night a happy but great sinner Starting to gallop for the Crown my destiny Flung in my way brighter temptations Than were all Atalanta's Golden Balls That had it cost a Kingdom and my life I cou'd not but have stoop'd to take 'em up Ric. 'T is well must all the glory we have div'd for In Seas of blood be melted in a kiss And swallowed down like Cleopatra's pearl In one sweet draught War So you have serv'd me well Ric. And do you thus revenge our Fathers blood War But what revenge shall I have for the ruin That I am like to suffer in your service Ed. Fear not War I do not fear I know which way I can repair my self in Henry's service I can have greatness with less pains and dangr Than I must take in yours to be undone Ed. You will not leave me War You first left your self And left me too Ed. I beg your pardon for it Who now my Fathers murderd am your King War You are my King but King of my own making And I like Heaven repent I 've made a Creature ' Who for the Apple of a rowling Eye Will lose a World But I 'll secure my share of it I will go make Henry a King again And tumble you again into a subject Ed. You will not sure my Lord War I swear I will Ed. Oh but you cannot do it War I 'll try that Ed. You can at most but make Henry a Tyrant For I am lawful King War Oh! I 'll give Henry My Sword and do you keep your lawfulness Then try which of you will be King of England I ne're found Conscience or in Priest or Layman So firm at anchor but a golden Ax Wou'd cut the Cable or success cou'd weigh it And set the Conscience swimming with the Tyde Ric. Oh! I cou'd tear my slesh must we be ruin'd For a fair Toy but I will not be ruin'd For I will seek the Kingdom for my self Ed. Brother 't is well Rich. Brother it shall be ill Exceeding ill with you and very quickly Ed. Hold I command you both hear me one word Know I have only made a Tryal of you For I have brought the Troops that you desir'd I march'd 'em hither with such expedition Their front encounter'd here the front of day Nay more I 've brought my Brother and his Troops Both Armies are not half a mile from hence And here my Brother is Brother come hither Enter George Geo. I heard of our great Fathers sad misfortunes And came to his revenge with all the speed A hungry wretch wou'd do to a great feast Where there were many guests and he far off Ed. Now my good faithful Friends what think you both Now Warwick will you make Henry a King And Brother will you make your self a King I was inform'd of what I have discover'd That you good Brother sought to be a King And Warwick to command him who is King And him you cannot Govern you will ruin Henry is govern'd by the Queen and Clifford And so because there is no room for Rule You fight for us to make us all your Vassals War Who durst say this of me Ric. And what bold Villain Durst give you such a Character of me Ed. Oh! you are angry I 'm inform'd the truth If they be Villains who durst tell me this Then what are you who durst to my own face Threaten to do all this War It was all passion Ric. Nothing but passion Ed. Brother you are wrong'd Or in cold blood you are as bad as this You act the undermining Polititian A King is a strong Tower on a high Rock And it is dangerous to storm him openly So at a mighty distance they break ground And cast up earth that is by subtle tricks They raise the dirty crow'd and behind them They lie secure from Royal battery There if they find any unguarded place About the King they use it most unmercifully My heart to beauty always lies too open And that infirmitie thou givest no quarter Though thou who censurest me because sometimes I shed some vacant hours among fair Women Wou'dst shed the blood or of thy Friend or King Or if thy Father were he now alive To gain a Crown for there is thy chief Lust Ric. That is a Cruel censure Ed. But a true one Who stabbs my Name wou'd stab my Person too Did not the Hangman's Ax lye in his way And no man care's to stumble upon that War Well Sir I have so long gone clad in Steel I have forgot to kneel but yet my Spirit More stubborn than my sinews bends to you And beggs your pardon for my too rash passion For 't was no more and there appear'd occasion Though you it seems kindled the fire o' purpose To shew us by the light of it our faults Ed. Nay I will own after the days Fatigues I fell into an ambuscade of beauty Where ignorant of what befell my Father And deep in Love I lay some hours last night And which of you
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
I when I please Can have a dispensation from his Holiness La. El. What then his Holiness will be your pardon A very excellent office for a Pope To be the Universal Bawd of Christendom A very excellent Shepherd that will give His sheep a dispensation to be rotten Ed. Well you shall be my fair Confessor then I 'll own my sins to you and ask your pardon La. El. And dost thou hope to have it Ed. I will give you Any other satisfaction La. El. What thy blood Do kill thy self I swear I 'll pardon thee Ed. I wou'd do much for that but I wou'd live A little while to mend and to repent La. El. Would'st thou repent Oh! I will pray thou mayst Oh may heaven lash thee with so many plagues May fill thee and surround thee with repentance I will not curse this most unhappy VVoman For she alas is curst enough in thee Poor VVoman he has gull'd thee horridly For he has only pick'd the name of wife Out of my Marriage sheet's to hide thy shame with As for his love in which thou think'st thee happy 'T is like a Green-land-Summer short and hot And whilst it lasts 't is day all smiling day But soon he goes to visit other provinces But oh he never like the Sun returns Farewel poor wretch pitied not envied by me Thou think'st we part with very different fortunes I go to sorrow and thou stay'st with joy Alas I leave thee but in a fools paradise And very shortly we shall meet in Bedlam Ex. La. Gr. Oh Sir I like not this this is an ill Beginning o' this day Ed. VVhy so my Love That 's well begun that is begun with sacrifice She is thy sacrifice ACry within Arm Arm. Treason VVarwick VVarwick Then Enter Warwick and his Souldiers and seize Edward and Lady Grey Ed. Why how now Warwick What dost mean by this War What mean'st thou Duke to put this scorn upon me Ed. Duke when we parted thou didst call me King War Then I disgrac'd the Title and I gave it To one who merit 's not the name of Friend Were I a King I 'd hang that common Fellow That shou'd abuse a Friend as thou hast me And such a friend as I have been to thee Ed. Thou dost abuse thy self in talking thus War Then it is no abuse to me to make me The seorn of every French Page and waiting Woman The Marriage is agreed on nothing wanting To compleat all but my arrival there And all my Equipage and Train are gone Now when instead of me this news arrives I shall have all my Servants hist from France My self be made a Common publick jest I shall be call'd the great Ambassador That goe's with splendour to negotiate nothing But my Embassage is but like my conquest For I have fought for thee that is for nothing I 've stole the Royal Robes to adorn nothing And help it to another nothing Woman La. Gr. Pll tell you Sir whence all this fury spring's This haughty Lord who thinks his Sword has given Chains to our Sex as well as to the men Did strive to drag me to his marriage bed And using many threats I out of fear Made some faint yieldings but he finding now I 'm plac'd above his reach his burning envy Seek's to destroy what he cannot attain Then calls his fury his revenge of honour Ed. Is that the mystery indeed War Yes Duke Thou with a Crown hast bought a Widow from me And bought her with the Kingdom which I gave thee Ed. Com'st thou to ruin me for love of beauty And thou thy self rebel for love of it War I come to punish thy ingratitude Ed. I did not know thy Love but say I did If I commit a fault to take a Woman To whom thou hast no right then what dost thou Who plunder'st thy Kings Right thy Countreys peace War Thy glory 's mine my Sword created it My Crime is thine thy wrongs to me created it Ed. I 'm a great Criminal to wrong a Subject Thou none to ruin both the King and Kingdom Thus men like Bears devour the young of others But strive to lick their own fowl Cubs to shape War I do no wrong in ruining you all I but restore to every thing it 's own I to the Kingdom shall restore the damn'd Confusion which my Sword took away from it I shall restore this Woman to her tears I found her weeping over her dead Husband I 'll leave her weeping over thy dead fortunes I will restore thee and all thy Family To the subjection from which I advanc'd it Thy fortunes to their proper state I 'll bring Beauty shall be thy plague thy foe thy King Ex. ACT. V. Scene London Enter King Henry in a rich Robe under a Canopy The Queen and Prince followed by Warwick and Guards with their Swords drawn Shouts and Acclamations They pass over the Stage The Scene changes to the Palace Enter King Henry Queen Prince Warwick Qu. NOw Sir you are King again this valiant Lord Has left the horrid desarts of Rebellion Where he and all his glorious deeds were lost And found the Road of Honour War I confess Fortune did mislead me and I the Kingdom To give your Royal Rights to a false Prince Who has the Royal bloud no Royal Vertues So has no right to Crowns those vertues gain'd Hen. I give you thanks my Lord for your great gifts Life Freedom and a Crown I call 'em gifts ' Cause you can take 'em from me or let me keep ' em To Life and Freedom I have a clear Title Because I ne're did any ill to forfeit ' em But oh I am afraid to wear the Crown For fear I share the murder that procur'd it Qu. Oh! Spiritless Prince born for a Chain a Prison What if your Grandfather murder'd his King Must you take Physick for his sicknesses Nay must you dye for a Kings Crown and Life Go both together So King Richard found it Pr. Sir all our lives wholly depend on yours And for one fault of my dead Grandfather Which he perhaps repented will you punish Thousands You will sin to lose a Crown More than my Grandfather did do to gain one Qu. If you will doom your self to be depos'd Because the Crown was gotten by ill means By the same law You may hang half your Kingdom If men by inheriting their Fathers Fortunes Inherit the Crimes by which their Fathers gain'd 'em Where is the Nation wou'd not deserve hanging War Sir talk no more you are and shall be King All power is from Heav'n Earth or Hell Heav'n send 's you his consent in my sucess The People send you all their votes in me Hen. My Lord I have a Conscience I 'll not part with For this and many Kingdoms but you tell me That Royal Virtue first gave royal Power Now I have Royal Virtue Edward none And therefore I must Reign and he be ruin'd Oh! my Lord this is a confounding