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Queen Catharine, or, The ruines of love a tragedy, as it is acted at the New Theatre in Little-Lincolns-Inn-Field by His Majesty's servants / written by Mrs. Pix.
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Pix, Mary, 1666-1720.
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Soldiers carry This body to the outer Court from his dead trunk Severe his head think it not cruelty For he feels no further pain Cat. Ha! must he not be buried then but mangled More yes he shall I 'll hide him I 'll scrape the Earth up But I 'll find a Grave Receive him common Parent Receive him at my call Glou. Divide her from his Body Cat. No never never hear me Gloucester I will help thy invention mend thy bloody purpose Cut off my living limbs mingle 'em with his Throw upon us molten Lead and Seas of liquid fires But divide us now no more Glou. Haste ye sluggards Drag Tudor out the Queen falls at the door Gently raise the Queen And in some other apartment let her be confin'd This was a shock indeed but this o'ercome Points out lost Henry's succeeding doom The End of the Fourth Act. ACT the Fifth The Trumpets play an overture of Victory Then Enter King Edward Duke of Gloucester Warwick and Lords Lord Dacres and several other Prisoners Edw. 'T IS done the business of the War is done The House of Lancaster has yielded back The honours unjustly they usurp'd in storms The Red Rose folds up her silken leaves And sinks beneath a Sea of blood from whence Our's the White emblem of Peace arises And shall bless the Land with plenty henceforth English Swords shall be no more sheathed In English bosoms in Foreign Lands we 'll search For new Acquests of Glory for when our native Earth is reduced with the Blood of those we Call our Foes we must blush to think They shou'd have been our Brethren Warw. Then after Conquest let 'em be so received To shew the War was just shun cruelty Edw. Far be it from my Nature or if it were I wou'd submit to you the mighty Warwick Whose very name brought Victory whose Sword Has led me on to all the Honours I have won Warw. I am not used to flatter yet must say A thousand eyes can witness that you fought Almost beyond the power of Man Nor did your Brothers lag behind thrice did I Follow Clarence's rash inadvertency Which plung'd him headlong midst their thickest Troops Yet the bold youth despis'd my aid And with deaths a round him clear'd his way Glou. I gave that fury to his arm When the imprison'd Lyon was let loose And told that Thyrrold was amongst our Foes Warw. Why does he shun the glory 's of this day And having shar'd the danger refuse the Triumphs Which are to his valour due Edw. That 's a melancholy story But time will wean him of his follies My Lord Dacres I think you 've long been Chamberlain to the late Queen Catharine I mean Dac I have And wish more to express my Loyalty My blood was mingled with theirs whose brave Souls Now are mounted upwards tho' their bodies Lie weltring on the plain Edw. Only do me Justice in your Reports And take your Liberty hast to your afflicted Queen And tell her Revenge the insatiable Monster Now is gorg'd and shall towards her for ever sleepâ—… Where e'er she chooses there uninterrupted And in Peace she shall remain Dac I wou'd not King For that title now thou hast purchas'd Take a favour where I never mean to make returns Yet thus far my Age and Sorrows force me To promise no more to lift a Sword against thee I 've seen the ruin of my Royal master's Race And in some Cell I 'll not repine at thee But mourn their hard fate for ever Exit Da. Edw. A truly honest man Nor wou'd power or perswasion bend him Loyalty is like Religion that we suck in first Tho' with the strongest Arguments assail'd Most hardly is remov'd on the Prisoners In the List see execution done The rest be guarded with effectual care Now let the sound of Victory fore-run us To every Quarter of the Camp whilst we Receive our well deserving Soldiers With Praise and Love The Trumpets sound again Exeunt Manent Gloucester and a Servant Glou. Thus far we have done well the Clouds are Vanish'd and the bright Sun of Glory shines but 't is Upon my Elder Brothers and what 's all this to me Edward and Clarence two goodly spreading Oaks If both stand fair I must expect no growth This Letter as from an unknown hand lays all the Odium of his Imprisonment upon the King and What will touch him nearer his Mistress loss Who by this time is married to Thyrrold or worse For he had unbounded license the Contents of the Paper send him thither too I am sure the Plot 's Well laid and must produce some mischief which Ever way it makes for me Here trusty Friend With your usual Caution get this deliver'd to the Duke of Clarence Serv. It shall Sir Exit Serv. Glou. Were it alone to sight for Kingdoms a well made thick Skull'd Hero might Excell me but to keep the Engine of the mind At work by a deep thought to do the Business and turn the fools Swords upon each other There I exceed the brawny Fellows and show my Master piece Exit SCENE the Castle Enter Thyrrold Isabella and a Priest Thyr. Nay Madam struggle not what was before Perverseness now will become a Sin you know you Are my wedded Wife Isa Horrid prophaner of Heav'ns Laws and ruiner Of me did I not fly from thy detested hands And call the Saints to witness I wou'd never joyn Thee speak Holy Father tho' ancle deep thou art Not plunged all o'er in Sin was that a Marriage When my Screams rent the Sacred Chappel and When my spirit quite exhausted I lay in Dreadfull swounings on the cold pavement Pri. You will not hear me out I say 't was by Compulsion yet 't was your stubbornness Occasion'd it and since 't is for the good of both I pronounce it valid Isa Say not so Holy Father you shou'd Protect injur'd innocence Oh do not leave Me stay I conjure you stay Pri. Madam I cannot pray loose your hold business Of Importance calls me hence Thyr. Slip thro' the Files and bid 'em guard the Passage well Look up my fair Bride Exit Priest Be nice and coy no more for spight of all your Coldness ye now are mine Isa 'T is false if there be Guardian Angels if the Just powers take note of holy vows already Made they will assist my helpless cries and keep Me from the curse of being thine yet hear me Thyrrold since Villany has born the mask of Love Thus far I forgive thee quit me now and leave The reward of such a kindness to one who Owns a generous Soul Thyr. Have my Rival thank me is' t not so were your Beauty no greater than your Politicks it had never Come to this What be a Traytor to that Queen Who from my youth had foster'd me draw the Noble Tudor's blood upon my head and then give Back the price for which I stak'd my Soul Isa Tudor dead Oh I must prepare to suffer My Queens
Queen Catharine OR THE Ruines of Love A TRAGEDY As it is Acted at the New THEATRE in Little-Lincolns-Inn-Field BY His MAJESTY's Servants Written by Mrs. Pix LONDON Printed for William Turner at the White Horse without and Richard Basset at the Mitre within Temple-Bar MDCXCVIII To the Honourable Mrs COOK of Norfolk Madam DID not some of the brightest and best our Sex can boast of Incourage Attempts of this kind the snarling Cynicks might prevail and cry down a diversion which they themselves participate though their ill Nature makes them grumble at their Entertainment but when they shall see this Glorious name in the Front when they shall know a Lady belov'd by Heaven and Earth Mistress of all Perfections the bounteous Powers give or human nature is Capable to receive when I say they understand you protect and like Innocent Plays they must Acquiesce and be forc't to own so much goodness cannot choose amiss Queen Catharine who tasted the Vicissitudes of Fate will now forget her sufferings and under such a Noble Patroness remain fixt in lasting Glory and if my weak Pen has fail'd in the Character of that Great Princess now I 've made her an ample recompense for where cou'd I have found a Lady of a more illustrious descent or more Celebrated for her Vertues The name of Cary Graces all our English Chronicles and is adorn'd with the greatest Honours yet that Noble stock did ne'er produce a lovelier branch than your fair self and as if Heaven Correspondent to our wishes design'd you its peculiar blessings you are given to a Gentleman of whom we may venture to say he merits even you Oh! may you appear many many succeeding years the bright Examples of Conjugal Affection and shame that bare-fac'd Vice out of Countenance which breaks the Marriage Vows without a blush May you still remain blest in each other pleas'd to see your Beauties and your Vertues renewed in your Charming Race whilst the admiring World shall wonder at your happiness and reform in hopes to obtain some of those blessings May every thing contribute to your continual satisfaction and amongst your more solid Joys give me leave Madam to hope this trifle may find a vacant hour when you will deign to peruse it and be so good to forgive the Authors presumption in laying it at your feet I cou'd not without a plain Contradiction to the History punish the Instruments that mademy Lovers unhappy but I know your Ladyship will trace Richard the Third into Bosworth Field and find him there as wretched as he made Queen Catharine I dare not add more knowing how unworthy all I have said or can say is of you therefore shall only reiterate my Prayers for your lasting Happiness and beg to subscribe my self Madam The humblest of your Ladyships admirors and Most obedient Servant Mary Pix PROLOGUE Spoken by Mr. Batterton 'T IS grown so hard a Task to please the Town We scarce can tell what Prologue will go down But right or wrong a Prologue must be writ A dull one sometimes may divert the Pit Substantial dullness does as well as wit For if you laugh what matter whence the mirth Whether from plenty of the Wit or dearth A heavy English Tale to day we show As e'er was told by Hollingshead or Stow Shakespear did oft his Countries worthies chuse Nor did they by his Pen their Lustre lose Hero's revive thro' him and Hotspur's rage Doubly adorns and animates the Stage But how shall Woman after him succeed And what excuse can her presumption plead Who with enervate voice dares wake the mighty dead To please your martial men she must despair And therefore Courts the favour of the fair From huffing Hero's she hopes no relief But trusts in Catharine's Love and Isabella's grief EPILGOUE Written by Mrs. Trotter Spoken by Miss Porter WHat Epilogues are made for who can tell 'T were worth the pains to write and speak'em well If they cou'd gain your favour for bad Plays But by their merit you 'll condemn or praise 'T is but a form no matter then by whom Or what is said and therefore I am come I who no partial Voice can hope t' engage No graces of my own nor of the Stage But tho' I cannot yet expect to move Or merit either your applause or love Sure practising so young I may improve That 's all I come for what 's the Play to me And since I 'm here I think I 'll let you see What you 're to hope I may hereafter be Come a short taste of some Heroick now But do not trust me no for if you do By all the furies and the flames of Love By Love which is the hottest burning Hell I 'll set you both on fire to blaze for ever How was that done I 'll swear it pleases me And tho' I came careless of your decree If favouring or against our Tragedy Methinks I'm now grown tender of its fate Who knows but I may come to act Queen Kate. THE Actors Names Edward the Fourth Mr. Scudamore Duke of Clarence Mr. Verbruggen Duke of Gloucester Mr. Arnold Earl of Warwick Mr. Kynnaston Malavill Mr. Bayly Citizens Guards c.  Owen Tudor Mr. Batterton Lord Dacres Mr. Freeman Sir James Thyrrold Mr. Thurmond WOMEN Queen Catharine Mrs. Barry Isabella her Ward Mrs. Bracegirdle Esperanza Woman to Isabella Mrs. Martin Ladies of Honour  ACT the First Scene the First Enter Edward IV. Duke of Gloucester Earl of Warwick and several Lords as rising from Council Edw. NOble are your resolves my worthy Friends Yes we will meet again this Warlike Queen Who wields her self the Sword and gives the Distaff To the Effeminate and Holy Henry My Lord of Warwick Guide and Father now Ever Unconquer'd leader of the War You saw your Eyes beheld the fall of York Made a short promise to his mounting spirit That you wou'd still assist his daring Sons The dying Hero at the assurance smil'd Pleas'd and secur'd he left this Earth to us With Warwick on our side what Foe can shock us So Guarded even Gyants to our Souls Appear like Infants and can move no terrour Shall then a Woman a rash giddy Woman Oppose the Force and Arm of Hercules O Vanity Warw. Vain are indeed these Words go Royal Edward Pour on the fairer Sex thy Oily speeches Joyn'd with thy goodly Person there they can't Fail of Success but give me trust not flattery The rule of Sacred Justice be thy word As well in virtue as in name be King And then if I forsake thee may this Arm To which I owe the Power of executing Your Noble Orders in the dusty field Be lost and all the Courage that inspires it Edw. I 'm hush'd the talking Genius now is silent List'ning to those great Oracles you utter Enter Clarence War Here comes Clarence like a Bridegroom drest My Lord of Gloucester I believe these gay Princes Think we rough Fellows were only made To tug for them for