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The royall exchange. A comedy, acted with general applause at the Black-Friers, by His Majesties Servants. Written by Mr. Richard Brome.
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Brome, Richard, d. 1652?
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1661
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Wing B4883; Thomason E1045_18; ESTC R208019
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Strong Traitors else to let that match go forwards Nor heard we of it until now the Post That brings the news o th' Kings and Queens approach Arriv'd here in the City Osr All think him then their King still Eth. Yes yes and though he told us who he was The overwise Lords imputed that to his madnesse Osr It seems he was not so mad but he could take The Queen into my bed Eth. Where she lik'd him so well That she now brings him home unto her own Still thinking him your person Osr Whilst I lie here for his Accus'd of Parricide but I will not Reveal my self till trial Ent. Mildred Now all my sufferings are turn'd into delightful recreations Fairest of Virgins welcome marvail not That at first sight I knew you when my heart Wears the Impression of your Portraiture And all my intellectual faculties Bow to no other object but your beauty Mild. O Sir lay by this high dissimulation For though I find you now are not my brother Osr Lo ye she knows I am not Anthynus Her vertue like the Sun will clear the mist Of error we were lost in Mild. Not Anthynus Yes the bright Sun discovers not a truth More evident then that you are Anthynus Nor ever shin'd on man I lov'd so well Or hop'd to marry since you are not my brother Osr I understand not this Mild. Indeed I came To tell you so and could you clear your hand Of the foul stain of blood you are accus'd of Were I sole monarchess of all this Island I 'd kneel to beg a brides place in your bed Osr If I can clear my self Mild. Nay mark me further If you clear not your self I 'l not outlive you To call to mind the man that I so lov'd Butcher'd his Father though he were not mine I lov'd him as a father oh good heaven How good how reverend a man was he Osr Weep not but hear me or hear me though you weep I am not Anthynus Mild. I may say as well I do not love you Osr I never had an hand In blood of any man Mild. Prove that I am yours Osr Fetch me a Priest Edel. I saw one i' th next room Drinking and singing catches with some Prisoners Ed. Withhold your hands Anthynus now again Fair Lady is your brother Mild. Why did you mock me then Ed. To save you from your brother Offa's lust I feign'd that you were not his Sister In hope to marry you he might forbear His divelish purpose Mild. Now I am lost for ever In being the Daughter of a murder'd Father And made uncapable of you in marriage Osr Yet hear me and be comforted Mild. O me Ed. Hark my Lord Anthynus Osr I do not know that name Ed. Go to go to nor you do not remember How I behav'd my self upon the eating of Spurging Comfects that your Brother Offa gave me And laid the fault on you pray Jove I say this murder Be no more his fault then yours A shout within Enter Keeper Osr Hark the wide world abroad is fill'd with joy And must we only be shut from it now Keep My Lord Anthynus Osr Still must I be Anthynus Keep You are call'd unto your Trial. Osr Who are my Judges Keep Those that are bribe-free I dare warrant ' em It may perhaps go somewhat the harder with you For nothing but white innocence can quit you Pray heaven you hav 't about you even the King And Queen the Queen and King I should have said For she 's our Soveraign 't is her Law must do it Osr What King do you mean then Keep King Osriick you know nothing Osr Yes I know him as well as he knows himself Keep Take heed Sir what you say Osr I fear him not But am as good as he now carry me for something Mild. O pray take heed Keep How Mild. Peace he did not say so Keep Slid he 's as mad as his brother Offa. Osr Is Offa mad Keep O quite besides himself and talks the strangliest Of his fathers murder your running away And the desire he has to hang his brother here And then he is haunted with sprites too they say You will know all anon will you go my Lord Osr Yes will you be so kind as to see my Trial Mild. Indeed I must not leave you Keep 'T is a kinde part indeed and may become A Sister like the wise that would not leave Her husband till she saw him totter Set the best foot forward and the best face You can my Lord upon the businesse Exeunt Hoboys Enter Theodwald and Eaufride Kelrick and Elkwin Theodrick Anthynus and Bertha Omn. Long live King Osriick and Queen Bertha Anth. I joyn with ye in your wishes for the Queen And wish well to King Osriick as a stranger Omn. How 's this Anth. But will no longer personate him For now be it known to you that I am no Osriick But he that warns you call me so no more Bert. What means my love Anth. Nay Madam 't is most serious Kelr. Elkw. Blesse us Theodw. He 's madder now then e're he was Eauf. I am at my wits end too if marriage Will not tame him I know not what to say to 't Anth. I have told you truth and your fair grace can witnesse How violently I was thrown upon the fortune I thank those provident Lords against my vow Bert. I take it as the providence of Heaven And from the Son of that most injur'd Father Whom now in my joys strength I could shed tears for I yield you are my head and I your handmaid She sets him down and kneels he takes her up Eauf. So so a few nights trial has got her liking For ever fast enough what notable old Cockscombs Have we been made nay made ourselves indeed Anth. Now further know my Lords I am Anthynus The Son of that old honest Lord ' gainst whom Your sulphurous malice kindled the Queens anger Elkw. who 'l have an head now for an half penny Kelr. And for tother two Tokens mine into the Bargain Enter Keeper with Osriick Ethelswick Edith Alfride Edelred Guard Keep Make way there for the Prisoner Eauf. See King Osriick Theodw. I this is our King indeed Theodr. O let me wash your feet Sir with my tears Osr Thy trespasse is thine honour my Theodrick And I must thank your care my Lords as it deserves Your over-reaching care to give my Dignity As much as in you lay unto another And for your betters counterfeit in my name By which the Queen is mock'd into a marriage Theodw. That was your policy your wit my Lord. Eauf. A shame on 't would I were hang'd that I Might hear no more on 't Bert. Fair Sir the Queen is pleas'd and hopes you are In her that 's so much fairer in your thoughts Anth My Sister Mildred Osr Yet my noble Brother She stands in fortune equal with your self In being mine Anth. But not great Sir untill You are acquitted of my
reviving comforts food or medicine Seg. Oh set me down Anth. And must we needs be set By the malitious ignorance of Fortune On this internal way Seg. Patience good Son Anth. Where ill abounds and every good is wanting Was 't not enough that so much blood was spilt From this white reverend head from which hath flow'd Counsels that have preserv'd the blood of Nations And fitter now to wear a Diadem It self then thus be stain'd with his own wrong Had it not been enough to have left him so Thou Tyrant Fortune but to take away All means of Succour no relief no comfort Seg. Good Son be not impatient Anth And see see Accursed Fate he bleeds a fresh again As if his blood I now but wash'd away Cry'd for the rest to follow it Seg. Indeed Son this impatience hurts thy self and me Better let me bleed still bleeding 's an easie death Then thou displease the awful power of Heaven By chiding at the feign'd ones good take heed Anth. Me you have justly chidden and I beg Pardon of Heaven and you and now methinks I am inspir'd unto a further duty Of seeking remedy I 'l leave no way untried To find it if I may And though my absence Will sore perplex me I will with your grief Leave you a while to forrage for relief But first pray let me change a sword with you Sir Not that I think yours better but because I fear some charm is in 't or secret ill Gainst you you sigh so when you view it still Seg. Good Son forbear 't and me unto my thoughts Till thou returnst Heavens my blessing with thee Anth. So strengthned I shall sure find remedy To raise you out of this calamity Exit Anthynus Seg. This sword Anthynus no shouldst rhou but know This sword as I do it would raise thy Fury Unto an execution of that horror Would shake me in my grave this sword Which now I cannot but with tears remember Was once mine own I gave it to thy Brother I will not call him so but to my Son Why should I call him so but to Offa And so I fear I naâ—e my murtherer For when I gave it him I charg'd him never To part with it he firmly vow'd the same And that whilst I or he should live no man Should ever give it motion but himself Wer 't thou so greedy of my life my Offa To snatch it from me thus when as the wounds Thy Parricidial hands has given me Are not so bitter as the wronged thoughts Though they are deep and overflow their btinks I have two wounds within me that are deeper Which have discover'd in my heart and bowels A trebbled Spring of deerer blood then this One pricks me with compassion for thee My good my charitable pious Son All blessing due to sanctimonious vertue Be ever thy companion till thou art crown'd Mongst Sons of men the pattern of true Piety What foul mistrusts puddles of jealousie Were lodg'd in this dark bosome against thee And of affection what a pure stream did run By a false Current to my second Son Who by thy truth appears not now thine own Which makes my other wound in that so long I cherish'd him by doing of thee wrong Now from my heart issue two streams of blood One thick and clotty th' other clean Vetmilion In the grosse blood I vent the wrong conceit I swallow'd against thee my good Anthynus And in the cleer I see Offa's falshood may In both my blood runs forth apace O My thick blood Anthynus be forgiven by thee And the clear cleanse my Offa's treachery Oh sincks Enter Hâ—rmit and Servant Herm. Didst thou not heat a groan a dying groan Serv. Not I Sir I heard nothing Herm. Hark look about I am sure I heard a groan Ser Here Sir here 's something that perhaps has groand But it 's out of hearing now Herm. And so is pitty amongst men Ay me an old man Murthered A seeming simple innocent old man And yet he holds a sword Serv. So more work still Whilst we are gathering Simples to cure one Here 's another Jâ—hn Simple laid in our way to bury Herm. He is yet warm Serv. I but he has no breath not so much I 'l undertake as a Scolding wise that has been 9. dayes in the grave Herm. Alas he 's gone indeed What ruthless villains Could have done this on such an aged man In this so harmlesse habit Serv. Good master let it warn you though we have hitherto Pass'd by these man Tygers these wolvish Outlaws safely early and late as not Worth their malice Yet pray Sir now since they Begin to kill men of this coat and these years let us Forsake this Salvage habitation and live In the world oâ— meat again Herm How ill are these white hairs bestain d with red Methinks I should have known this face Nothing to wipe The blood off come help away with him Serv. He 's holp away and made away enough already methinks Herm. Why dost not lift Serv. Sure they have blown their sins into him that kill'd him He 's so heavy he 's deadly heavy Pray Sir let me Fetch my grave instruments your book and bestow him here You will not bury him in your Cave I 'm sure Herm. I say I 'l have him down perhaps the wounded Man that 's there may know him Serv. I would I had but this Fellows weight in buttock Beef Exeunt Enter Anthynus Anth. I come my Father chide not now my stay In which I was more tardy I confesse Then e're I was in duty I have brought you Where are you Sir Ha! this was sure the place And this the very Oak at which I lest him I mark'd it carefully and took due heed Even to the number of my steps in my Departure how to make my back return Nor was my tarriance such that in that space He could recover strength to shift his ground I wish it were so well with him My Lord My father what a mist of doubts stand I Amaz'd in and my unspeakable amazement Is such that I begin to call my sight And memory in question whither this place Or whither he or I or any thing Be or be not good senses do not leave me My search will be in vain if you forsake me Father my Lord where are you how or where Ecch. Here. Anth. That was well said speak on Ex. Now where Ecch. Now here Anth. within Anth. Now here where is that here Ecch. Here. Ent. Anth. Anth. I hear and follow but I know not where Ecch. Here. Anth. At the same place again If there be place or I know any thing How is my willingness in search deluded It is the Wood that rings with my complaint And mocking Eccho makes her merry with it Curs'd be thy babling and mayst thou become A sport for wanton boys in thy fond answers Or stay perhaps it was some gentle Spirit Hovering i th' Air that saw his flight