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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A53480	Two new tragedies ... both written by the Right Honourable the Earl of Orrery.	Orrery, Roger Boyle, Earl of, 1621-1679.; Orrery, Roger Boyle, Earl of, 1621-1679. Black Prince.; Orrery, Roger Boyle, Earl of, 1621-1679. Tryphon.	1669 (1669)	Wing O501; ESTC R23007	93,845	130

Two New TRAGEDIES THE Black Prince AND TRYPHON The first Acted at the THEATRE-ROYAL BY HIS MAIESTIE's SERVANTS The Other By his Highness the Duke of York 's Servants Both Written by the RIGHT HONOURABLE THE Earl of Orrery LONDON Printed by T. N. for H. Herringman at the Sign of the Blew Anchor in the lower walk of the New Exchange 1669. PROLOGUE Spoken by the Genius of England holding a Trident in one hand and a Sword in the other IS England's Genius that Victorious Name Which shakes the World and fills the mouth of Fame So much forgot as you mispend your Witt which my Great Deeds as Greatly might have Writt To court a Fancy or improve a Dreame And seek new Worlds for a less noble Theame Can you in Armes conspiring Nations see And think on any thing but Fame and Me While the loud Cannon with prophetick sound Foretells our King must be in Paris crown'd And with such Heat once more invade the French As all the Waves between us cannot quench To the just fury of whose Fatall Blowes Fleets Walls and Armies they in vaine oppose This Trophy which so gloriously to yours Add's a fourth Crown and those four Crownes secures The Belgian Admirall usurping bore And I from him and all his Tritons tore He to another Element was blowne Who thought himself Immortall in his owne For still the Sea his Losses did Repair Till our Alcides killd him in the Ayr. This Sword which in French blood so often dyed Intail'd success on the young Edwards side Resign'd to you shall all those Arts exceed Which made him Triumph and that Kingdome Bleed Their frighted Lillies shall confess their loss Wearing the Crimson livery of your Cross And all the World shall learn by their Defeat Our Charles not theirs deserves the name of Great Dramatis Personae King Edward Mr. Moon King John Mr. Wintersell Prince Mr. Kenniston Ld. Delaware Mr. Hart. Count. Guesclin Mr. Burt. Ld. Latimer Mr. Cartwright Page Mr. Beeston Alizia Mrs. Guinn Plantaginet Mrs. Marshall Cleorin Mrs. Corey Sevina Mrs. Nepp Valeria disguis'd F. Damport A Lady Betty Damport   Attendants THE Black Prince THE FIRST ACT. The first Scene is a magnificent Palace King Edward the Third standing in the middle of the Theater environ'd with his Nobility and Guards the Lord Delaware presents the King a Letter which when he has read the King sayes King BRave Delaware my Son doth let me know How much my Empire to thy Sword does owe What generous Youth could more thy Fame advance Then with thy hand to take King Iohn of France Dela Sir What you say more Fame to me does yield Then I could gain in Peictiers glorious Field For 't is more honour to be priz'd by You Then 't is another Monarch to subdue King No Subject winning Glory can admit Such Joy as does his King rewarding it The Chape of that Kings Sword whom thou didst take The Crest for ever of thy Armes shall make In that addition to them shall be shown While the World lasts the honour thou hast won To thee thy General leaves it to relate The English Glory and the Frenchmans Fate Dela As soon Sir as the Prince to Bourdeaux came So much doth Glory his great Soul inflame He took the Field and did forthwith regain All that King Iohn possess'd in Aquitaine Then with like speed Anjou he did subdue And all his Towns but Poictiers of P●…itou That place alone his Forces durst oppose Guesclin the Gallantest of all our foes Poictiers did for their Governour admit And he a while bravely defended it Yet our Success was but a while deny'd That by a greater it might be supply'd For Heav'n decreed that Poictiers Sir should yield As deathless Wreaths to you as Cressy Field The noblest Wreaths which ever Victor wore Wreaths which shall last when Time shall be no more King But tell me how King Iohn employ'd his time While those three Provinces were torn from him Dela He the mean while rais'd all the Powers of France And to relieve the City did advance The Prince had notice of a strength so great And timely might have made a fair retreat Yet since before the place he once did lie He was resolv'd to take it or to die From this resolve he could not Sir be won King He did therein but what became my Son No humane force could ever yet subdue An English Prince and English Army too Dela The French appear and Po●…ctiers spacious plain Was not enough their Army to contain Th' advantages of ground our General takes And plants before his Squadrons sharp'ned Stakes With the like Art but yet in thicker Ranks He strongly fortify'd his Rear and Flanks The Word was giv'n and all our Bows were bent When a French Herauld to the Prince was sent Who told him that his King had thought it good To avoid the shedding of much Christian blood To let him know he could not win the Field And all should have fair quarter would He yield The Prince unmov'd did instantly reply None does deserve to live who fears to die Go tell your King those English I command The name of Quarter hardly understand But that ere night he may have cause to know What we refuse to take we may bestow King This answer did the message well befit Dela The Herauld Sir return'd amaz'd at it Their odds in number rais'd them to that height They thought they came to take us not to fight King How many were the French Dela Themselves confess'd That eighty Thousand men they were at least King What was my Son Dela The truth I do not wrong Protesting he was but eight Thousand strong But those eight Thousand Sir were English men King And One of those may well be reckon'd Ten. Dela Sir since your Army by your Son was led We all did then believe what now you said For in his eyes we our Success did see His looks did ante-date our Victory His face that morning to us all did show Those Lawrels which that ev'ning Crown'd his Brow Now all the Drums do beat the Trumpets sound The Soldiers shout the trembling Air does wound The flying Arrows such thick clouds had made As ev'n the heat of Fight produc'd a shade Our Van brave Oxford and great Talb●…t lead Whose Swords that day did much increase the Dead Suffolk and Warwick did command our Rear And there deserv'd those Titles which they bear So did Audley Sir and Barkley too Whom all did imitate but none outdo King The like at Cressy by those Six was done Danger they slight where Glory may be won Dela Fortune a while did fear to ruine France But when the Prince his battle did advance He courted her with Valour so Sublime As she turn'd just and did declare from him They in three Armies did divide their Pow'rs And every one of them did treble ours By which our Prince found when the day was done That he had fought Three battels to gain One