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Gratiae theatrales, or, A choice ternary of English plays composed upon especial occasions by several ingenious persons.
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T. W., fl. 1662. Thorny-abbey.; Watson, Thomas, d. 1686.
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ever murder done and hid so rarely The body buried in the rivers bottom What policy of men can ever finde it Ha! who is 't that speaks so loud crack the clouds This crying seene is not yet heard in heaven I hope Is it for that this dreadfull voyce of thunder Roules through the black inraged Elements And wraps this bright diapome in fire Or are these sounds the knelling obsequies You use to keep at a King's Funerall if so King treason out but onely this I barr Wake not the dead nor name the Murderer Exit Ent. Bishop and VViltshire Sibert meeting them B. Lu. Angels defend us what a night is here Sib. How now my Lords you have had ill rest to night VVilt Who but the dead can sleep in such loud summons The blessed powers defend us 't is most fearfull B. Lu. We come to see the King in this sick hour Sib. And for that only cause my Reverend Lords We draw our care so nigh his Highness chamber That had he call'd we had attendant bin To furnish his desire but sure he wakes not VVilt And sure he sleepes not let 's to his chamber Sib. With all my heart See here comes my Lady Ent. Emma B. Lut. Alas good Lady wak'd from your bed with thunder Em. Oh! who can rest in such a dreadfull hearing When every crack of thunder that breaks forth Seems as if heaven would fall upon our heads VVilt Noble Lady accompany us to the King's bed-chamber Em. With all my heart I 'me sorry he 's thus disturbed VVilt Softly least being not yet awak'd We fright his Highness with our suddain coming Ha! the bed empty his Highness sure is up My Lord my Leige ha no answer B. Lut. Strengthen me heaven lights here a little Is not this blood Sib. Ha blood more lights VVilt I fear my royal blood my Lord my Leige my King Sib. Cry treason louder then this voice o' th thunder 'T is that that he hath all this while proclaimed And we dull animals could not perceive it Treason murder treason All. Treason murder treason Sib. Call for the Pages raise up all the Court. And hollow treason through out every room Oh! who is he hath staind my Loyalty And made my house the author of this treason Ent. Pages VVilt Be patient Sibert here come the Pages Let 's examine them Page Where 's the King Sib. Who 's that that speaks so drowsily base villains When blood of Kings besmears the Royall bed Page Ha the King 's murdred my Royal Master Thy loss is our decay Sib. Die Loyall traitors you have murdred him Kills them O're take him Slaves or hide your guilt in hell VVilt Alas my Lord you doe you know not what Sib. Doe you uphold them take heed tempt not your spotles Loyalties with any scrupulous thought I would fain beleeve That you were as my self right loyall Amb. 1. That shall be seen Sir in our diligence Sib. You talke but nothing doe search for the body If we find that we soon shall find the traitors Search every room the body is not far The murderer will be found black deeds of hell Who was the author Exit Sibert and Emma Em. Those that will not tell VVilt This is a horrid night Bish. To kill the Pages unexamined these are not just proceedings VVilt I doe not blame his loyalty but his rage That in their deaths we should have questioned Prevents the means of our discovery Bish. This night is fatall for 't is hatch't in blood VVilt Heaven cease this thunder 't is a time of sorrow But come my Lord think of the Kingdoms safety First let us resolve with swiftest speed To greet the Earl of London Royal Prince Edmund with thiâ— heavy news Bish. As 't is most fit See here 's Sibert Ent. Sibert Sib. No marvail tho the heavens speak in thunder To see anointed blood spilt on the earth And in my house oh heavens VVilt Nay good my Lord forbear Sib. Did not I tell you that those drousie Pages Whom this hand slew I thank heaven for it Were the tour traitors perhaps hired to doe it Lut. That we would have found my Lord. Sib. I would my heat of rage had given you leave I doe repent it now but 't is most certain For that the Postern gate whose keys they had in keeping Was now found open tax me to any pains To find this treason set me down half the world For my own travail I 'le bring the Traitor forth Or ne're return Lut. Use your care whilest we send post away This night 's the worst that ever covered day Exit VVilt and Bishop Lut. Sib. Ha ha ha ha the best to me So so Speak louder thunder make a more horrid night Conscience is not at home thou canst not fright Crie Traitor stil though I thy meaning know Here 's none that understands thou call'st me so Exit Ent. Edmund and Anne Edm. Nay doe not grieve An. Can you allow me less then teares my Lord Oh what a noble Traitor have you prov'd In that deceiving ring that brought me to you Edm. When I beheld this glorious frame of Nature This ever prais'd yet never prais'd enough Proportion O what a suddain passion I was in The Queen of love drew forth a fieâ—y shaft And shot my brest which rancle did so sore The more I let it rest it rag'd the more Till from the store-house of my hatching brain This balsome of remedie I distill'd And cured the wound this rich Embassador Discover'd to me more then the Indies wealth An. Oh! what a jewell then beyond esteem Have I then lost which gold can ne're redeem Edm. That is not lost that is repayd with love Such is our fair exchange had some rude slave Polluted thy white soul with ugly lust Thou then hadst cause to grieve but my desire Was free from the least baseness what I have borrowed Of thy maidenstore I will repay and with a husbands love Give satisfaction nay weep not good sweet-heart An. A pretty Epitaph for wantons to congratulate withall You did salute me with a sweeter name Then I imagine this sweet-heart to be But you have robd me of it Edm. Nay lovely maid An. Were it heavens will would I had kept that name Edm. Would you have then ingrost perfection And like a usurer have hoarded up The Princely jewell of your maidenhead And let pale death have bin your husband You were created that from you should spring The worlds increase then would you most unkind Alter what you were made for 't is A husband you must have and if 't be so Why not as good me as another man An. If you want no vail to shadow Sir How many have you caught within this snare Am I the first Edm. Yes by this blessed aire Nor art thou caught in any lustfull net But in a sacred matrimoniall band Which we have registred in heavens white book Where all the sacred Hymeneall oaths Are writ in
present you Prompter And what are you to present them I pray Fool. A P a P a P a Pick-pocket Prompter A fool's head are not you a Pick-pocket quoth he a Prologue you mean Fool. Why I was sure it began with a P. And though you will have it a Prologue I say it is a Pick-pocket too I and a Pick-pocket Prologue too for ask um if all their pockets be'nt the worse for it The Prompter offers to strike him and he runs in Prompter Though he 's unready in 's part I dare say He did intend to bid you Welcome to our Play What more he had to tell you in his mind I finde not by the Notes h' has left behind But within gather from their studied parts And tiâ—ing-habits they will use their arts To shew how Royal bloud 's reveng'd when spilt And THORNY-Abbey first came to be built A place for great devotion of much fame Which since to Westminster hath chang'd its name Then if you 'l silent sit and mum not say The Actors enter and begin the Play The Epilogue to Thorny-Abbey AFter so grave a Scene since 't were not fit For to unhinge your thoughts with flashy Wit Or when the King and Court in mourning's clad For Thorny's death that you alone be glad Lest you approve your selves a kin to those Who sooner then comply with Kings depose Th' old Hermit's Doctrine only wee 'l apply And teach you from a Stage to learn to dy Whose Monumental Lesson though 't be true That death betides to Men and Tapers too Yet this one favour we do hope you 'l give Through your Applause that this our Play may live The Prologue to the MARRIAGE-BROAKER YOu who are seated and for entrance pay I bid you hearty Well-come to our Play A Play span-new and ne're yet on the score For th' Poet's faults or what 's the Actors more We therefore hope 't will please and reason good Since 't doth present no tale of Robin Hood No musty Story drâ—ss'd in Phrases new And yet you 'l finde in 't Wit and Language too It s subject is well known a common Vice Made up of Riot and foul Avariee For when a Royster spends his fair Estate And penny-less'gins to repent too late His first-fetch'd project how again to thrive Is â—ast about how richly he may Wive This soon is broke to some whose reaching Wits Can well contrive and 's conscience wrinkled sits Who out of hope to share the prey about Soon plods and finds the youth a Mistress out The Match soon made they 're married with all speed But hasty Weddings soon contention breed Our Play lays open every wile and gin Whereby they coaks and draw the Feinâ—les in Theâ— be attent and since fare arm'd fore warnâ—d How to beware such guiles may hence be learn'd The Prologue to GRIM the Collier of CROYDON YOu 're Well-come but our Plot I dare not tell yee For fear I fâ—ight a Lady with great belly Or should a Scold be 'mong you I durst say Shee 'd make more work then th' Devil in the Play Heard you not never how an Actor's wife Whom he fond fool lov'd dearly as his life Coming in 's way did chance to get a jape As he was ' tired in his Devil's shape And how aquivocal a generation Was then begot and brought forth thereupon Let it not fright you this I dare to say Here is no lecherous Devil in our Play He will nor rumple Peg nor Ioan nor Nan But ha's enough at home to do with Marian Whom he so little pleases she in scorn Doth teach his Devilship to wind the Horn. But if your children cry when Robin comes You may to still them buâ— here Pears or Plums Then sit you quiet all who are come in St. Dunstan will soon enter and begin THORNY-ABBEY OR The LONDON-MAID A TRAGEDY Written by T. W. LONDON Printed in the year 1662. The Persons who are represented in THORNY-ABBEY Sibert Earl of Coventry Emma his Wife The Earl of Wiltshire The KING Lucius a Bishop Prince Edmund the King's Brother Ann Daughter to old Thorny Lobster old Thorny's Man Ioan his Maid Old Thorny Mr. Woodford his Cosen Gaufreid an Attendant on Prince Edmund and his Pander Two Murderers The King's Guard Pages to the King A Post. A Constable with Beadles attending Chorus with dumb Shews Two Citizens over-seers of Thorny's Will Abbess of Haly-well Edmund the King 's base Son by Ann old Thorny's Daughter The Scene LONDON THORNY-ABBEY Or The London Maid Ent. Sibert Earle of Coventry Emma The Earle of Wiltshire meeting them Sibe GOod day and wellcom too my Lord of Wiltshire Wilt. Most Noble Sibert Earle of Coventry Our good King longes to see you Sib. Is he alighted Wilt. Yes Sir at your Castle-gate he stands Cloyd with Petitioners from whose humble hands He fils his own with papers of complaints Still promising redress and comfort to them Sib. Hee 's a right gratious Prince the fire of Hell Consume the Slaves and their petitions For Sibert is not free from their complaints I fear our ruines Emma Why should Sibert fear The King nor all the Land can wrong thee here Sib. A thousand hearts must bleed first harke he comes Enter King Bishop Prince Edmund Earle of VViltshire Attendants King Oh me good Heavens what strange petitions Have these poor people here deliver'd us Command them all to morrow here attend us Where we will answer their petitions Renowned Sibert Earl of Coventry To you and your vertuous Lady herâ— For som few dayes we must be troublesome Sib. Great King my State my Castle self all Here in obedience at your feet shall fall King We thank you both Come Brother Edmund take your place by us Good Bishop Lutius rest your Reverend age And you good Earle of Wiltshire counsell us To work the Commons safety of the Land And weigh all doubts with an impartial hand Only for this our resolution makes A progress through the Land with our own eyes To looke into the States inormityes Sib. 'T will be a deed worthy your eare and care King So had'it need good Sibert for we here intend To see the poor man's wrongs payd with redress And let not great theeves swallow up the less Wilt. It is not well my Leige for since you came From your Court at London still you see Corruption like a loathsome leprosy Hath made the faire face of ag'd ancestry Deform'd and hatefull Temples erected only To holy uses are now for thrift turnd into barneâ— and stables Edm. 'T were fit for to reform them Royall Brother such ulcers found Must needs be cut least they corrupt what 's sound King Such farre worse the sad complaints here speak But by my Crown we 'le have them all remov'd Brother back you to London to your Earldom And in our name summon all the Citizens Unto a generall Councill and there make A stric't inquiry both of all offences and The Offenders see that