genius and terrifies me Alph. Turning Now you are mad indeed Gomez this is my Son Lorenzo Gom. How your Son Lorenzo it is impossible Alph. As true as your Wife Elvira is my Daughter Lor. What have I taken all this pains about a Sister Gom. No you have taken some about me I am sure if you are her Brother my Sides can shew the Tokens of our Alliance Alph. to Lor. You know I put your Sister into a Nunnery with a strict Command not to see you for fear you should have wrought upon her to have taken the Habit which was never my Intention and consequently I married her without your knowledge that it might not be in your power to prevent it Elvi. You see Brother I had a natural affection to you Lor. What a delicious Harlot have I lost Now Pox upon me for being so near akin to thee Elvi. However we are both beholding to Fryar Dominic the Church is an indulgent Mother she never fails to doe her part Dom. Heaven what will become of me Gom. Why you are not like to trouble Heaven those fat Guts were never made for mounting Lor. I shall make bold to disburthen him of my hundred Pistols to make him the lighter for his Journey Indeed 't is partly out of Conscience that I may not be accessary to his breaking his Vow of Poverty Alphon. I have no secular Power to reward the Pains you have taken with my Daughter But I shall do 't by Proxy Fryar your Bishop's my Friend and is too honest to let such as you infect a Cloister Gom. Ay doe Father-in-law let him be stript of his Habit and dis◠order'd I would fain see him walk in Quirpo like a cas'd Rabbit without his holy Fur upon his Back that the World may once behold the inside of a Fryar Dom. Farwell kind Gentlemen I give you all my Blessing before I go May your Sisters Wives and Daughters be so naturally lewd that they may have no occasion for a Devil to tempt or a Fryar to pimp for ' em Exit with a Rabble pushing him Enter Torrismond Leonora Bertran Raymond Teresa c. Tor. He lives he lives my Royal Father lives Let every one partake the general Joy Some Angel with a golden Trumpet sound King Sancho lives and let the echoing skies From Pole to Pole resound King Sancho lives O Bertran ô no more my Foe but Brother One act like this blots out a thousand Crimes Bertr Bad men when 't is their Interest may doe good I must confess I counsel'd Sancho's Murther And urg'd the Queen by specious Arguments But still suspecting that her Love was chang'd I spread abroad the Rumour of his Death To sound the very Soul of her Designs Th' Event you know was answering to my Fears She threw the Odium of the Fact on me And publickly avow'd her Love to you Raym. Heaven guided all to save the Innocent Bert. I plead no Merit but a bare Forgiveness Tor. Not onely that but Favour Sancho's Life Whether by Vertue or Design preserv'd Claims all within my power Queen My Prayers are heard And I have nothing farther to desire But Sancho's leave to authorize our Marriage Tor. Oh! fear not him Pity and he are one So mercifull a King did never live Loth to revenge and easie to forgive But let the bold Conspirator beware For Heaven makes Princes its peculiar Care Exeunt omnes FINIS Lately printed Lucius Iunius Brutus Father of his Country A Tragedy acted at the Duke's Theatre Written by Mr. Lee. Contemplations upon the Life of the Holy Iesus written by the Bishop of Exeter Both sold by I. Tonson EPILOGUE By a Friend of the Author 's THere 's none I 'am sure who is a Friend to Love But will our Fryar's Character approve The ablest Spark among you sometimes needs Such pious help for charitable Deeds Our Church alas as Rome objects does want These Ghostly Comforts for the falling Saint This gains them their Whore-Converts and may be One Reason of the Growth of Popery So Mahomet's Religion came in fashion By the large leave it gave to Fornication Fear not the guilt if you can pay for 't well There is no Dives in the Roman Hell Gold opens the strait gate and lets him in But want of money is a mortal sin For all besides you may discount to Heaven And drop a Bead to keep the Tallies even How are men cozen'd still with shows of good The Baud's best Mask is the grave Fryar's Hood Though Vice no more a Clergy-man displeases Than Doctors can be thought to hate Diseases 'T is by your living ill that they live well By your Debauches their fat Paunches swell 'T is a mock-war between the Priest and Devil When they think fit they can be very civil As some who did French Counsels most advance To blind the World have rail'd in Print at France Thus do the Clergy at your Vices bawl That with more ease they may engross them all By damning yours they do their own maintain A Church-man's godliness is alwaies gain Hence to their Prince they will superiour be And civil Treason grows Church-Loyalty They boast the gift of Heaven is in their power Well may they give the God they can devour Still to the sick and dead their claims they lay For 't is on Carrion that the Vermin prey Nor have they less Dominion on our Life They trot the Husband and they pace the Wife Rouze up you Cuckolds of the Northern climes And learn from Sweden to prevent such crimes Vnman the Fryar And leave the holy Drone To hum in his forsaken Hive alone He 'll work no Honey when his sting is gone Your Wives and Daughters soon will leave the Cells When they have lost the sound of Aaron's Bells FINIS
Dominic the Spanish Fryar Mr. Lee. THE SPANISH FRYAR OR THE Double Discovery ACT I. Alphonso Pedro meet with Souldiers on each side Drums c. Alph. STand give the Word Pedro. The Queen of Arragon Alph. Pedro how goes the night Pedr. She wears apace Alph. Then welcom day-light We shall have warm work on 't The Moore will ' gage His utmost Forces on this next Assault To win a Queen and Kingdom Pedro Pox o'th is Lyon-way of wooing though Is the Queen stirring yet Alph. She has not been abed but in her Chapel All night devoutly watch'd and brib'd the Saints With Vows for her Deliverance â— Pedro O Alphonso I fear they come too late her Father's crimes Sit heavy on her and weigh down her prayers A Crown usurp'd a lawfull King depos'd In bondage held debarr'd the common light His Children murther'd and his Friends destroy'd What can we leâ—s expect then what we feel And what we fear will follow Alph. Heav'n avert it Pedro Then Heav'n must not be Heav'n Judge the event By what has pass'd Th' Usurper joy'd not long His ill-got Crown 'T is true he dy'd in peace Unriddle that ye Pow'rs But left his Daughter Our present Queen ingag'd upon his death-bed To marry with young Bertran whose curs'd Father Had help'd to make him great Hence you well know this fatal War arose Because the Moore Abdalla with whose Troops Th' Usurper gain'd the Kingdom was refus'd And as an Infidel his Love despis'd Alph. Well we are Souldiers Pedâ—o and like Lawyers Plead for our Pay Pedro A good Cause wou'd doe well though It gives my Sword and Edge You see this Bertran Has now three times been beaten by the Moores What hope we have is in young Torrismond Your brother's Son Alph. He 's a succeâ—sfull Warriour And has the Souldiers hearts Upon the skirts Of Arragon our squander'd Troops he rallies Our Watchmen from the Tow'rs with longing Eyes Expect his swift Arrival Pedro It must be swift or it will come too late Alph. No more Duke Bertran Enter Bertran attended Bertr Relieve the Ceâ—t'rys that have watch'd all night To Ped. Now Collonel have you dispos'd your men That you stand idle herâ— Pedro Mine are drawn off To take a short repose Bertr Short let it be For from the Moorish Camp this hour and more There has been heard a distant humming noise Like Bees disturb'd and arming in their hives What Courage in our Souldiers Speak What hope Pedro As much as when Physicians shake their heads And bid their dying Patient think of Heav'n Our Walls are thinly mann'd our best Men slain The rest an heartless number spent with Watching And harass'd out with Duty Bertran Good-night all then Pedro Nay for my part 't is but a single life I have to lose I 'll plant my Colours down In the mid-breach and by 'em fix my foot Say a short Souldier's Pray'r to spare the trouble Of my few Friends above and then expect The next fair Bullet Alph. Never was known a night of such distraction Noise so confus'd and dreadfull Justling Crowds That run and know not whither Torches gliding Like Meteors by each other in the streets Pedro I met a reverend fat old gouty Fryar With a Paunch swoln so high his double Chin Might rest upon 't A true Son of the Church Fresh colour'd and well thriven on his Trade Come puffing with his greazy bald-pate Quire And fumbling o'er his Beads in such an Agony He told 'em false for fear About his Neck There hung a Wench the Labell of his Function Whom he shook off i'faith methought unkindly It seems the holy Stallion durst not score Another Sin before he left the world Enter a Captain Capt. To Arms My Lord to Arms. From the Moors Camp the noise grows louder still Rattling of Armour Trumpets Drums and Ataballes And sometimes Peals of Shouts that rend the Heav'ns Like Victory then Groans again and Howlings Like those of vanquish'd men But every Echo Goes fainter off and dyes in distant Sounds Bertran Some false Attaque expect on t'other side One to the Gunners on St. Iago's Tow'r Bid 'em for shame Level their Cannon lower On my Soul They 're all corrupted with the Gold of Barbary To carry over and not hurt the Moor. Enter second Captain 2. Capt. My Lord here 's fresh Intelligence arriv'd Our Army led by Valiant Torrismond Is now in hot Engagement with the Moors 'T is said within their Trenches Bertr I think all Fortune is reserv'd for him He might have sent us word though And then we cou'd have favour'd his Attempt With Sallies from the Town Alph. It cou'd not be We were so close block'd up that none cou'd peepe Upon the Walls and live But yet 't is time Bertr No 't is too late I will not hazard it On pain of Death let no man dare to sally Pedr. aside Oh Envy Envy how it works within him How now What means this Show Alph. 'T is a Procession The Queen is going to the great Cathedral To pray for our Success against the Moores Pedro Very good She usurps the Throne keeps the old king in Prison and at the same time is praying for a Blessing Oh Religion and Roguery how they go together A Procession of Priests and Choristers in white with Tapers follow'd by the Queen and Ladies goes over the Stage the Choristers singing Look down ye bless'd above look down Behold our weeping Matron's Tears Behold our tender Virgins Fears And with success our Armies crown Look down ye bless'd above look down Oh! save us save us and our State restore For Pitty Pitty Pitty we implore For Pitty Pitty Pitty we implore The Procession goes off and shout within Then enter Lorenzo who kneels to Alphonso Bertr to Alph. A joyfull Cry and see your Son Lorenzo Good news kind Heav'n Alph. to Lorenzo O welcome welcome Is the General safe How near our Army When shall we be succour'd Or Are we succour'd Are the Moores remov'd Answer these Questions first and then a Thousand more Answer 'em all together Lorenzo Yes when I have a thousand Tongues I will The General 's well His Army too is safe As Victory can make 'em The Moores King Is safe enough I warrant him for one At dawn of day our General cleâ—t his Pate Spight of his woollen Night-cap A â—light wound Perhaps he may recover Alphonso Thou reviv'st me Pedro By my computation now the Victory was gain'd before the Procession was made for it and yet it will go hard but the Priests will make a Miracle on 't Lorenzo Yes Faith we came like bold intruding Guests And took 'em unprepar'd to give us welcome Their Scouts we kill'd then found their Body sleeping And as they lay confus'd we stumbl'd o'er 'em And took what Joint came next Arms Heads or Leggs Somewhat undecently But when men want light They make but bungling work Bertr I 'll to the Queen And bear the News Pedro That 's young Lorenzo's
none Except an Host from Heaven can make such haste To save my Crown as he will doe to seize it You saw he came surrounded with his Friends And knew besides our Army was remov'd To quarters too remote for sudden use Raym. Yet you may give Commission To some Bold man whose Loyalty you trust And let him raise the Train-bands of the City Queen Gross feeders Lion talkers Lamb-like fighters Raym. You do not know the Virtues of your City What pushing force they have some popular Chief More noisie than the rest but cries Halloo And in a trice the bellowing Herd come out The Gates are barr'd the Ways are barricado'd And One and All 's the Word true Cocks of th' Game That never ask for what or whom they fight But turn 'em out and shew 'em but a Foe Cry Liberty and that 's a Cause of Quarrel Queen There may be Danger in that boist'rous Rout Who knows when Fires are kindled for my Foes But some new Blast of wind may turn those Flames Against my Pallace Walls Raym. But still their Chief Must be some one whose Loyalty you trust Queen And who more proper for that Trust then you Whose Interests though unknown to you are mine Alphonso Pedro haste to raise the Rabble He shall appear to head ' em Raymon Aside to Alphonso and Pedro First seize Bertran And then insinuate to them that I bring Their lawfull Prince to place upon the Throne Alphon. Our lawfull Prince Raym. Fear not I can produce him Pedro to Alph. Now we want your Son Lorenzo what a mighty Faction Would he make for us of the City Wives With ô dear Husband my sweet honey Husband Won't you be for the Colonel if you love me Be for the Colonel ô he 's the finest man Exeunt Alphonso Pedro. Raym. Aside So now we have a Plot behind the Plot She thinks she 's in the depth of my Design And that it 's all for her but time shall show She onely lives to help me ruin others And last to fall her self Queen Now to you Raymond Can you guess no reason Why I repose such Confidence in you You needs must think There 's some more powerfull Cause then Loyalty Will you not speak to save a Lady's Blush Must I inform you 't is for Torrismond That all this Grace is shown Raym. Aside By all the Powers worse worse then what I fear'd Queen And yet what need I blush at such a Choice I love a man whom I am proud to love And am well pleas'd my Inclination gives What Gratitude would force ô pardon me I ne'er was covetous of Wealth before Yet think so vast a Treasure as your Son Too great for any private man's possession And him too rich a Jewel to be set In vulgar metal or for vulgar use Raym. Arm me with Patience Heaven Queen How Patience Raymond What exercise of Patience have you here What find you in my Crown to be contemn'd Or in my Person loath'd Have I a Queen Past by my Fellow-rulers of the World Whose vying Crowns lay glittering in my way As if the World were pav'd with Diadems Have I refus'd their Bloud to mix with yours And raise new Kings from so obscure a race Fate scarce knew where to find them when I call'd Have I heap'd on my Person Crown and State To load the Scale and weigh'd my self with Earth For you to spurn the Balance Raym. Bate the last and 't is what I would say Can I can any Loyal Subject see With Patience such a stoop from Sovereignty An Ocean pour'd upon a narrow Brook My Zeal for you must lay the Father by And plead my Countrie 's Cause against my Son What though his Heart be great his Actions gallant He wants a Crown to poise against a Crown Birth to match Birth and Power to balance Power Queen All these I have and these I can bestow But he brings Worth and Vertue to my Bed And Vertue is the Wealth which Tyrants want I stand in need of one whose Glories may Redeem my Crimes ally me to his Fame Dispell the Factions of my Foes on Earth Disarm the Justice of the Powers above Raym. The People never will endure this choice Queen If I endure it what imports it you Goe raise the Ministers of my Revenge Guide with your Breath this whirling Tempest round And see its Fury fall where I design At last a time for just Revenge is given Revenge the darling attribute of Heaven But man unlike his Maker bears too long Still more expos'd the more he pardons Wrong Great in forgiving and in suffering brave To be a Saint he makes himself a Slave Exit Queen Raymond solus Marriage with Torrismond it must not be By Heaven it must not be or if it be Law Justice Honour bid farwell to Earth For Heaven leaves all to Tyrants Enter Torrismond who kneels to him Tor. O ever welcome Sir But doubly now you come in such a time As if propitious Fortune took a care To swell my Tide of Joys to their full height And leave me nothing farther to desire Raym. I hope I come in time if not to make At least to save your Fortune and your Honour Take heed you steer your Vessel right my Son This Calm of Heaven this Mermayd's melody Into an unseen whirl-pool draws you fast And in a moment sinks you Tor. Fortune cannot And Fate can scarce I 've made the Port already And laugh securely at the lazy storm That wanted wings to reach me in the deep Your pardon Sir my duty calls me hence I go to find my Queen my earthly Goddess To whom I owe my Hopes my Life my Love Raym. You owe her more perhaps than you imagin Stay I command you stay and hear me first This hour 's the very Crisis of your Fate Your Good or Ill your Infamy or Fame And all the colour of your Life depends On this important Now. Tor. I see no danger The City Army Court espouse my Cause And more then all the Queen with publick favour Indulges my Pretensions to her Love Raym. Nay if possessing her can make you happy 'T is granted nothing hinders your Design Tor. If she can make me blest she onely can Empire and Wealth and all she brings beside Are but the Train and Trappings of her Love The sweetest kindest truest of her Sex In whose Possession years roule round on years And Joys in Circles meet new Joys again Kisses Embraces Languishing and Death Still from each other to each other move To crown the various seasons of our Love And doubt you if such Love can make me happy Raym. Yes for I think you love your Honour more Tor. And what can shock my Honour in a Queen Raym. A Tyrant an Usurper Tor. Grant the be When from the Conquerour we hold our Lives We yield our selves his Subjects from that hour For mutual Benefits make mutual Ties Raym. Why can you think I owe a Thief my Life