Ten thousand Devils than a Traytrous Thought Farewel degenerate faint-hearted King May'st thou be beat in War and scorn'd in Peace Exit Pl. Sons head the Troops before the Palace Gate Lest furious Clifford shou'd do some rash thing Ex. Ed. and Rich. and George Enter the Queen and Prince Pl. Here comes the Queen Hen. And with her my poor Son War She appears big with Thunder and with Lightning Expect a Tempest quickly Sir but slight it Qu. Are the news true can it be possible That you have disinherited your Son And given your Crown to Trayterous Plantagenet Hen. The Crown is his I have no Title to it But what is founded on Rebellion The murder of a King and usurpation Qu. Then hast thou not the spirit of a King Nor of a Father timerous mean VVretch To let a Crew of Rebels hector thee Out of a Crown nay out of thy own Son For thou must think thou hast no Title to him Or thou'dst not disinherit him unnaturally Hen. My Love I do not disinherit him For what I give away is not his right And if I should entail another's right on him I shou'd entail Heaven's Vengeance on his head Qu. Who says the Crown 's not yours Hen. I am convinc'd By powerful Arguments Qu. By Pikes and Swords Had I been here when thou mad'st this Agreement The Souldiers shou'd have tost me on their Pikes E're I 'd have stoop'd to such unnatural bafeness Oh! how came thee and I in Marriage joyn'd For I am Fire thou art weak floating Water Driven by the breath of Rebels any way Wou'd I had dy'd a Maid and never seen thee At least had never born thee such a Son Oh! my sweet Son thou art no more a Prince Because thy Father is no more a King He has undone himself and thee and all of us Pr. I am a Prince and I will be a King Father you cannot disinherit me You may bestow your Kingdom whil'st you live But when you are dead it is not yours but mine Qu. My Son he shall not disinherit thee I have men here to guard me from these Rebels And Troops else-where to conquer 'em and punish ' em And I will make my Son a Glorious Prince Whil'st thou tame Prince shalt be a slave to Traytors Made to assist in conquering thy self And then in digging thy own Sepulchre For Rebels will not do their work by halves Though thou art but the shadow of a King Rebels will tremble at a Royal Shadow And they 'll be forc'd to kill thee if 't is possible To make thee a more dead thing than thou art Hen. Oh! my dear Love talk not so harshly to me Qu. I will be harsher in my deeds than words For from this moment I divorce my self For ever from thy Bed thou art no King And thou shalt have no Sons of me to ruine I scorn to be the Mother of a Slave Ex. Qu. and Pr. Hen. Poor Queen how love and pity for my Son Set her a-raging as they set me grieving War Add her ambition to her love and pity For that has no small share in her disturbance Pl. I know she 's raising Forces in the North My Lord of Warwick do you keep the King And stay to raise what Force you can in London VVhilst I will to the North and so between us VVe 'll wall her in and keep that fire from spreading Hen. Pray my Lords do I will assist you both Against my self I 'll do to others right Though on my self I sure destruction bring E're I 'll be wicked I will be no King Ex. omnes ACT. III. Scene a Castle Enter Plantagenet Edward Richard Pl. HOW has this Woman charm'd these men together No less than twenty thousand a vast Army All my Troops here will scarcely make five thousand Then she is gotten between me and London That I can no way join the Earl of Warwick Nor can he possibly come time enough To my assistance I am in a strait Ed. I think not Sir brave men are never in a strait When they have Arms and Liberty to sight Pl. I shou'd slight odds if the Enemy were French But now our present Enemies are English Made of the same brave stuff as we our selves Rich. But such brave stuff as we have soundly beaten And such as are conducted by a Woman And men ne're think of fighting under Petticoats Pl. I 've sent your Brother George to raise some Troops I hop'd he might have been with me er'e now But I must take my fortune now the Enemy Approaches us bring in my dear Boy Rutland Enter Rutland and a Priest his Tutor My Darling let me kiss thee e're I go I know not if I ' ere shall see thee more If I should fall under the numerous Enemy I leave thee to the care of thy three Brothers All valiant men and some of 'em I hope Will be great men be Kings I charge 'em all On my last blessing to take care of thee My pretious Darling as of their own Souls Rut. Why do you talk thus Sir you make me weep If you must dye I hope I shall dye with you I had rather dye with you than live a King Pl. Sweet Boy farewell my Soul here take the Boy And guard him safely in the strong dark Vault And if things prove worse than I hope they will Convey him safely to our next Garrison And give his Brothers notice of his flight Ex. Pl. Ed. Rich one way another Rutl. with a Guard An Allarm shouts of Victory the Scene continues Enter Clifford and his Souldiers Cl. Pursue pursue pursue and give no quarter I charge you do not spare Man Woman or Child Ex. An Allarm Enter Rutland Rut. Oh! whither shall I fly how shall I escape Ah! Clifford comes and no one 's here to guard me Cl. Ha! have I found one of Plantagenet's Brats Rut. Oh! now I shall be murder'd hold my Lord Hear me but speak one word before I dye Cl. What canst thou say fond Boy that 's worth my hearing Rut. I 'd only beg you to regard your self You are a valiant man I am a Boy Stain not your fame by killing a poor Boy I wou'd not for your own sake you shou'd do it For I love gallant men and I love you Though you are my Enemy because you are gallant Cl. Away you insinuating flattering boy Who taught you this Hypocrisie your Priest Give o're give o're for were there in thy Voice Celestial Harmony my Father's Blood Has stop'd the passage where the sound shou'd enter Rut. I did not shed his Blood Cl. Thy Father did Rut. Then sight my Father that will get you honour Cl. Shou'd I kill thee thy Father all thy Brothers Nay shou'd I dig up thy Fore-father's Graves And hang their rotten Cossins up in Chains My rage wou'd not be quench'd Rut. That 's very strange VVhy shou'd your fury burn against the innocent Cl. I kill thee out of hatred to thy kind
than Frantick Alexander When he set fair Persepolis o' Fire Or him that burnt the fam'd Ephesian Temple La. Gr. Who did all this War He whom Heav'n there has punisht And did it Madam by enjoying you By kindling in your heart love for himself He fir'd a stately Palace only fit For hearts of mighty Kings He burnt a Temple The master piece of Nature the Worlds wonder La. Gr. Is this fit talk to one in my condition War I know old Tyrant Custom does command You Widows to be stretch'd on the long rack Of twelve months mournful abstinence from love And which methinks is an immodest fashion You must wear black the colour of the night To put you in remembrance of the pleasure Night for your service pays you no more Wages Yet you in gratitude must wear Nights livery And you must sigh aud weep to tell the World What skill you have in man for who e're weeps For loss of that whose value they ne're knew Fy what ill woman brought up those ill Customs La. Gr. What horrid insolence you treat me with Enter one running 1. My Lord the Enemy begins to rally War Go fight 'em for I 'm busily employ'd Enter a Second 2. Mount mount my Lord or you 'l be taken Prisoner War I am a Prisoner nor can stir from hence Unless this beauty with a smile release me La. Gr. Grief Horror and Confusion put me again Into a deadly Fainting War I perceive Formality the Governess of Women And Custom the great Tyrant of the World Are married in the Temple of this beauty Take with you then your pale Companion And pay to it the Tax of some Months tears And lock your self in solitude and darkness But after that by my renown and fortune By this days victory by that great power By which I to the King say be a Subject And to a Subject I say be a King I swear I shortly will say to my self Warwick be thou Possessour of this beauty I 'll have you though you hate and Heaven envy me And the first joy I reap cost me my life La. Gr. In spight of me I am compel'd to speak I swear by the dead body of my Husband By my unspotted fame most sacred to me I rather will chuse death than any man But I 'll chuse Hell e're you War Cruelly sworn But yet such Oaths are heriots which Widows To custom always pay when a life falls The world expects to have 'em pay such sines E're they renew another life in love Then Madam take your fallen tenement And pay all custom'd dues you have your freedom And for your safety all my guard shall wait you La. Gr. Though paying rights of burial to my husband Be all that I desire to do on Earth E're I will be oblig'd to you for any thing I 'll dye upon him and be all his monument War Oh Beauteous Monument all men wou'd dye To be so buried envy will not suffer me To let the dead have so much happiness Therefore I 'll take my leave La. Gr. The only favour I will receive or can endure from you War Take it one kindness oft begets another Farewel most cruel but most beauteous creature La. Gr. Farewel most rude and most abhorr'd of men War Softly to his men Guard her safe hence but do not let her know it Lest she refuse it and shou'd meet with injury Ex. Scene a Room in London Table Lights Enter Edward pulling in Lady Elianor Butler L. El. Oh! do not tempt me for I know You will be false Ed. Well but I know I shall not L. El. Oh! to how many women have you sworn As much as you ha' done to me to night Ed. Oh is there not great difference among VVomen Some Women are but petty Inns to lodg at And though perhaps rather than want a lodging We wou'd pay all they ask though most unreasonable But if they wou'd pay me I wou'd not dwell with 'em But your sweet beauty is my journey's end L. El. Oh! yes till you begin another journey Ed. Besides the many thousand Charmes about you From which it is impossible to ' scape Your Birth and Quality will not permit me To trifle with you as with trifling women I dare not but regard Lady Elianor Butler L. El. But when you have enjoy'd Lady Elianour Butler She 'l seem as very a trifle as the rest Ed. Then what a perjur'd Villain must I be L. El. VVhen you are Prince of Wales perhaps you 'l think The Prince of Wales is not obliged to keep Lord Edwards Oaths and when I follow you You will cry Madam I am Prince of Wales And I must marry for the Nation 's good I 'm very sorry I am forc'd to lose you But pardon me it is the Nation 's fault So Madam I 'm your very humble Servant If I can serve you any way command you Then instead of being made Princesse of Wales I sneak away poor cheated Elianor Butler Ed. Well this is very unkind to make me throw So sweet a Night so foolishly away I thought you wou'd have given me a clear draught Of Love without the dreggs of Oaths and Vows L. El. Oh! you are too charming not to be belov'd And when once lov'd not to be lov'd for ever I know I 've not desert to keep you constant And 't is enough for me that you once lov'd me To blame you that you will not love me always â— as a beggar blam'd a Prince for giving him Only one Jewel No one Woman merit 's Your Love so you divide it among all But oh methinks I feign wou'd have it alle And have it always Ed. So I swear you shall Then come away for night is stealing from us Weary with holding up her fable Robe To hide two loytring lovers to no purpose Then come away L. El. Oh swear to me once more Ed. I 'll swear no more whil'st we by foolish Oaths Secure delights to come we lose the present Then come away for else I shall be call'd Oh Heaven's see the day is broke already The vast and heavy business of a Kingdom Heave up the scale of Morn before it's time Oh! come away for fear I be undone L. El. Oh! do not ask for fear I be undone Knocking Ed. Hark! I hear knocking I am call'd I 'm ruin'd Enter the waiting Woman Wo. My Lord here is your Brother my Lord Richard Is come to fetch you to the Parliament He says your Father 's going thither already Ed. Did not I tell you Love what you wou'd do Confound my Lord Richard tell him I 'm not here Wo. He says you are here and he 'l not part with you Ed. So we have manag'd our occasion finely Was this well done of you L. El. You may forgive me Since I 'm almost as sorry as you are Ed. Then will you mend the fault another time L. El. I fancy I shall do my weak endeavour Rich. within Why Brother Ed.
much already Why wou'd you cruelly kill the poor Boy I struck him in my Choler but I meant him No farther harm Ric. Who cou'd forbear besides Shou'd we have let him live to cut our Throats Geo. What wou'd have grown up with him but Rebelion Why shou'd a Sprig grow up to be a Tree That wou'd breed nothing else but Caterpillars Ed. His Mother Swoon's use means for her recovery Qu. Oh my dear Son is kill'd my Son is kill'd Speak to thy Mother Son can'st thou not speak Oh murd'rers Butchers Traytors Cannibals Ric. Hence with this rayling Woman Qu. Ay hence with me Out of the world I prithee Richard kill me Murder is all the Almes thou givest the miserable Bestow thy bloudy Charity upon me Have pity on a Queen that begs it of thee Ric. We pity not those that are born to beggery If thou dost beg 't is but thy native poverty Ed. Insult not o're a miserable Woman Madam I pray go hence you shall be us'd With all respect Qu. All the respect of Murderers Is death Oh! bloudy George do thou bestow it Geo. I swear I will not do thee so much kindness Qu. Ay but thou usest to for swear thy self Ed. Madam pray go Qu. Oh! Edward Richard George Be it to you and yours as to this Prince For 't were a shame the Sons of Executioners Shou'd e're be Kings Ric. Away with her away with her The Guard lead out the Qu. and carry out the Pr. Now I will to the Tower to dispatch Henry Aside Till he be kill'd our work is done by halves Ex. Geo. Sir If you please I 'll visit my young Bride Ex. Ed. I have a Beautious Bride to visit too Ex. Scene a Room in the Tower Henry Sleeping Enter the Ghost of Richard the Second Gh. Wake Henry wake to weep then sleep for ever Thy Kingdom 's gone thy only son is kill'd A Dagger is preparing for thy Bosom And when thy bloud is shed my bloud will sleep I 'm that King Richard whom thy Grandfather Depos'd and murder'd and both long and loud My bloud for vengeance call'd and vengeance had First in the wounded Conscience of thy Grandfather Whom all the Royal Oyntment cou'd not heal He liv'd in trouble and he dy'd with horror And next on the short life of thy great Father Who liv'd no longer than to beget thee Who hast lost all the glories of thy Father And dost inherit nothing but the curses Due to thy Grand-father nor doe's the storm Of vengeance only fall on the Usurpers But on the Souls and miserable Race Of all the Traytors and the Fools that Flatter'd Thy Grandfather's successful Villany Who did not know Kings cannot dye alone And now their names are rotting Children dying Their Houses burnt on Earth their Souls in Hell Grin at your Grandfathers you dying wretches Cover'd all o're with shame and dust and bloud For this Estate their Villany conveigh'd you Th' ascending dirty Vapours of the Earth Breed all the storms i th' Ayr. When e're Oh! England Thou hast a mind to see thy Cities fir'd Thy people slaughter'd and thy Country desolate Send-all the dirty Traytours in the Kingdom To climb the Royal Rights and Throne invade Then a high road for vast destruction's made The Ghost goes out and enters with soft Musick one clad in a white Robe Spir. Let not this frightful Vision pious Henry Disturb thy gentle Soul it is not rais'd To breed a storm now thou art near thy Haven Rather to calm the Tempest in thy mind By pointing to thee on what dismal Rock Thy Kingdom and thy life are cast away The bloudy usurpation of thy Grandfather The Crown of England is not made of Clay The Common people so can ne're be crumbled Into that dirt 't is not compos'd if it Nor made of Iron the Sword so cannot rust But of unmingled solid lasting Gold Of Antient Rights and 't is the gift of Heav'n Therefore to Heaven only can be forfeited Therefore 't is call'd Imperial and Sacred And therefore carefully rail'd in by Laws And torn will be his sacrilegious hand Who has no Right to it and yet dares reach it And dares presumptuously pretend a Right Because he stands upon the peoples heads Such was the bold Ambition of thy Grandfather And heav'n frowns upon his Sins not thee Then do not think thy self unkindly us'd Religious Henry that Heaven takes away What is not thine all that is truly thine Thou shalt not part with but for great advantages Thy Son is taken from thee here to live with thee Above for ever thou shalt lose thy life Only to exchange it for Eternity Lose humble quiet for exalted Joy A taste of which wafted in Heavenly Harmony Pure as this lower drossy air admits I bring thee down to raise thy Spirits high A SONG Sung by Spirits to King Henry as he lies asleep COme Heavenly Spirits comforts bring To the most miserable thing Can be on Earth a Ruin'd King As all the Joyes on Earth Vnite To make his prosp'rous Fortune bright So every woe to shade his Night He has but one poor Joy the Grave A thing that 's free to every Slave And that with ease he cannot have For Daggers Swords and Poyson lye To guard his Tomb and make him buy With pain the wretched ease to dye But comfort Prince thy death is near For Dead thou hast no more to fear A fallen Monarchs Hell is here To Fortune he can nothing owe For all that e're she did bestow He payes again in heavy woe They Vanish and Henry wakes Hen. What have I seen and heard Oh! come my murderers And set me forwards on my way to Heaven Whilst I 've such rich provisions for my journey Enter Richard and the Keeper Here comes my murderer less horrid to me In bringing Death than bringing to my sight The horrid Author of my sweet Son's death For so in dream it was reveal'd to me My bloudy Grandfather destroy'd King Richard And now a bloudy Richard destroys me Ric. Go leave us to our selves we must confer Hen. What bloudy Scene has Roscius now to Act Ric. Do you suspect me fear haunt's guilty minds The Thief thinks every bush an Officer Hen. The Bird that sees the Bush where once it self Was lim'd and it 's sweet young lim'd caught and kill'd Cannot but hover round it with misdoubt Ric. What an aspiring Fool was he of Creet VVho taught his Son the office of a Fowl And drown'd the Boy by teaching him to fly Hen. Indeed my Boy was Icarus thy Brother Edward the Sun that did dissolve his wings And thou the gulph that swallowed up his life But many a thousand wretched Father more And many an Orphans water-standing-eye And many a Widows Groan and old man's Sigh Shall rue the Hour that ever thou wast born When thou wast born nature by horrid signes Gave notice to the world of coming Mischief The Birds of night did shrieke and cry to tell