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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A30781	Henry the Second, King of England, with the death of Rosamond a tragedy, acted at the Theatre-Royal, by Their Majesties servants.	Bancroft, John, d. 1696.; Mountfort, William, 1664?-1692.	1693 (1693)	Wing B634; ESTC R10853	40,104	62

And what is more confirm That if the Worthy President he sets Mankind were follow'd There would be vast sincerity of Conscience And the Age or World which you please would not So transcendently abound with Knaves and Villains Queen Go on Father Bertr Whether I can or no No Abbot yet I shall be baffled presently Queen Why do you pause why are you thus concern'd Bertr How should it be otherwise with profound submission when the sacred Ornaments of your Countenance appear not so sublime as usual but the Rays of Dignity suffer as it were under the repugnance of an Eclypse hum hum Queen The absence of the Prince is grievous to me Bert. Ay Madam you have mention'd the only Star that grac'd our Horrizon to be depriv'd of him is enough to put the considerating part of the Nation into Lacrimary showrs and stupifying sadness Enter Abbot or I must Exit Queen I am amaz'd You seem to hint at dangers and call up My Blood which crouds too fast about my heart And makes it pant with an unusual terror No pain is sure like that of Apprehension Therefore good Father ease me of it quickly Pour in a Balm upon my bleeding wounds Restore my Health and give my Tortures ease Enter Abbot Bert. He 's come in good time for I am hared with the apprehension of the fury of her displeasure Abbot The hours of Peace Eternal Blessings wait you May all your Prayers be heard your Wishes Crown'd And constant happiness attend 'em both Queen 'T is kindly wish'd but answer me my Lord Pray and be sincere wave Holy niceties And tell me plainly whither you good Man Is not distempered in his mind Abbot Far from it on my Word Bert. Nay if she thinks me mad for a little impertinence What will she think of the Church that 's never at quiet Abbot He has shot too far I find it by his looks So it is always when he does amiss Bert. How could I help it You might have come sooner before my Rhetorick tyred and have hindred the stumbling of my understanding Abbot Be silent I 'll fetch you off Your Majesty it seems is ignorant of what This Holy Man is bless'd withal His Fasting Watching Praying constant Penance Pull'd down from Heav'n the gift of Prophesy Queen Indeed my Lord Bert. I did Prophesy a Lye must help me truly Queen He seem'd concern'd for my Son's safety Abbot I fear'd as much Then all the Truth is out Why did you not avoid the Royal presence It was not fit the Queen should know it yet Babble no more 't is of ill consequence Bert. What has he lost his Beads he 's so testy Did not you tell me the Queen Abbot Peace Bert. Good Lord what 's the matter now 'T is hard that one Church-man can't know the bottom of another Queen Why do you rate him thus Is it not fit If ought concern my safety that I know it Be quick and do not trifle with my expectation I shall forget the Sanction of your Robe And slight what I esteem'd Abbot Pardon me Royal Mistriss I would not for the World offend that goodness But this is such a Tale which I must tell Will chill and stagger every sence about you Therefore if I do lagg in my Confession Think it not want of Duty but of Courage For O I dread the fatal consequence Which must attend the impression it will make Queen Go on and fear not For I 've a Soul so near Divinity I can behold the worst that Fate can do And Laugh at the Decree Abbo Then listen for I talk of wondrous things When Kings to prove their fondness of a Son Expose him to the Toyl of Camps and Wars And danger is a mark of their esteem Then yours is much belov'd If when a Prince has got the Peoples Love And all their Jubilees express his Name The Father to indulge their kindness to him Sends him abroad to keep him in their mind Then ours is strangely worship'd Queen Ha! Bert. What a rare pair of Bellows is a Canting Priest She blazes already Abbot If when a King with Sacred Marriage tyr'd To shew how much yet still he hugs that chain On a fresh Beauty pours his longing Soul And jealous of her Rage whom he has wrong'd Removes all means by which she might Revenge If this be proof that Wedlock he admires Then you are justly us'd Queen How now what say'st thou Is my Bed abus'd Or is my Son remov'd least he should right me Lay by thy cunning Rhetorick and be plain Wind not my Weakness up with Preparation To make my Passion more extravagant It needs it not I want no Fire to keep my Anger up A Royal Spirit has a Pride that feeds it Abbot 'T is a sad Truth indeed but so it is The Lord of Clifford's Daughter Rosamond Wears the King's Heart and you are but a Cypher Queen How know'st thou this what certainty ha speak Abbot This Holy Father is her Confessor Bert. What will become of me Abbot With vast reluctancy he did reveal it Upon my promise I would ne're disclose it And now he shakes to find himself betray'd Queen Come hither Priest Bert. Oh Lord Queen Come hither what do'st start at Canst thou conduct me where these Lovers meet Bert. Not for the World Queen Better thy Soul were out on 't Come Abbot make him guide us Where in each others Arms this pair are clasp'd That I may cut the twisted folds asunder Bert. Oh! I shall be hang'd for being of their Councel and betraying it afterwards Aside Abbot Oh give not way to this destructive Rage We shall be all undone by this rash act Have Patience and see further Queen What! do'st thou lay my body on the fire And bid me bear its flames with whining Patience When I may quench it with a Rivals Blood Abbot O horrid Resolution Would you add Murder to Adultery And make your self as wicked as the King Queen Why didst thou tell me then this cursed story Bert. Let Heav'n Revenge you Queen I 'll not stay so long Abbot The Church shall Right you Queen Both are too tedious for me Besides you fear although you hate the King And as your Interest leads you will direct No you have light the Brand and shall partake The heat on 't Abbot Is 't fit our Piety should be expos'd in such a shameful cause Upon our Knees Kneel Bert. Ay upon our Knees Queen Is 't fit your Piety should be expos'd Is 't fit my Dignity should be abus'd Thus still your Churches Credit you 'l maintain No matter what we suffer if you Reign But since my Soul you 've set upon the Rack And touch'd my Love I 'll my own measures take Give my Eyes proof of what your Tongues have told Think not to shun me by your Robes I 'll hold And if I find my Peace you have abus'd Never were Hereticks so basely us'd By your Church Tyranny as you shall be by me

to it Rid hard and exercis'd Must feel the Bit and Curb to let 'em know They 're under Government King Why thou hast spoke it and shall see it done For from this moment do I constitute Thee equal sharer with me in my Sceptre Prince My Royal Father King I have said the Word Hence be Convinc'd A Parents Love can bear forget forgive And wait the gentle Season when Penitence Shall spring and showr a Blessing That may encourage Virtue as it grows Prince My thanks to Heav'n and you Oh! you have made New-moulded up this Mass and breath'd a Soul That longs for Action and the toil of War If I not strive to merit this great Blessing If I not Honourably discharge the Trust Endeavour Nobly may I sink with shame As great as my worst Foes would wish Best Friends lament For France my Father Where I will season this my Infant Sword To Dedicate to you who taught it Glory King This sounds well Harry as it should be Boy And I foresee Englands good Genius Dancing In thy Spirit and pleas'd with the young Mars It has begot My Lord of Verulam Veru Your Majesty King Here as a Pledge of Love Accept this Man I give him As a Guardian Angel to thee His Courage shall assist and strengthen thine His Judgment in the Field shall guide thy boldness And if Fate should approach thee clap between ye His Care shall lessen thy Fatigue in War In Peace his Diligence shall give thee Pleasure Prince Sir you are mine your Character is great And I will shew how I esteem its worth In choosing your Opinion Enter Queen Abbot Fryers Attendants Queen Oh Barbarous King was there no other way To reach my heart but thus to snatch him from me Look on him well Are these young tender Limbs Fit to endure the hardships of a Camp The Cares of War and Dangers that attend it It shall not must not be and I alive Oh Harry hang upon thy Mothers Love And shun thy Father's Cruelty King Well Madam have you done Are you at ease Has the fierce Whirlwind of your Passion vent If not Enlarge after your wonted method Queen Ingrateful King Do you upbraid my fondness Think'st thou this Breast is hardned like thy own I bore him bred him felt the rack of Nature Many long Winter Nights have watcht his slumbers When the sad hand of Sickness was upon him While you encompass'd round with all your Friends Forgot my Care and the poor Infant 's danger He minds me not Oh wretched Majesty See Reverend Fathers Is this humane usage Prince Let me beseech you Madam calm this Passion The King designs my Greatness Queen Deluded Fool away Fly fly betimes To Sanctuary where these good Mens assistance May break the Philtre and dissolve the Magick Which blinds thy sense and sets thee mad for Glory Behold this Holy Man thy careful Tutor Whose studious diligence first taught thee Knowledge With Art and Patience clear'd thy erring Soul And made it Master of Imperial Wisdom Take his Advice Be deaf to the harsh King 's Which would destroy thee by removing thee King Contemn her fondness and consult thy Honour This Passion flows from an unruly Will I tell thee Harry all the Sex are thus And Contradiction's their Original Sin For Woman was the first in Disobedience When they were molded first into a Form And the Almighty lik'd the great Design Pleas'd with the Work withdrew and in th'Interval The Fall'n Angel crept unseen and view'd it Saw that Man's Happiness would be complete And from his Gall a drop of Spleen dash'd in Which sowr'd the whole Creation 'T is that affects her now give it but scope And when she sees it moves us not 't will down Prince If to my Mother's Will I should submit Glory will shun me Honour flie me And all Brave Men contemn me Abbot Most Gracious Majesty vouchsafe attention To the humble Speech of your poor Beadsman I am bound in duty to offer my assistance And to mediate where persons of such near Affinity Have different Passions which o'ercloud the Soul Soyling Perfection See your Royal Partner o'erwhelm'd with Tears From the harsh words you 've utter'd That Noble Graft bury'd in deep amazement Oh! Let this Discord end in Harmony Lull the harsh Note and raise her up to Life King Who asks Advice from you my Rev'rend Sir Who sent for you to make up Royal Breaches Because you are th'Examiner of her Sins Must you pretend Dominion o'er my Actions Go to We know ye Preach to those who do not And let their Ignorance support your Cunning Thou Pandor of the Court Abbot Your trusty Knight there Points to Sir T. Vau. Becomes the Title better King Ha! what said you Abbot This Accusation does not suit my Function Nor well become the Mouth of Dignity If We the Pillars of the Holy Church Are thus calumniated 't is easie guessing what Will follow You set an ill Example King You seldom shew us good ones Come come I know you better than your selves Your proud ambitious haughty daring Tempers The God you Idolize is Int'rest Which to obtain you 'd bridle all Mankind And ride 'em to the Devil Queen Oh Blasphemy Abbot Alas poor Queen how must he use your Goodness If he reviles the Church thus Atheists would blush at this King Is there no way to Heav'n without these Fellows Try me and judge me Oh thou awful Pow'r If I not reverence and adore thy Laws But why through such hard hands are they deliver'd How is 't you make us Kings whil'st these prescribe us Our Actions must be govern'd by their Consciences Our own has no Pre-eminence nor Judgment Abbot Reason is weak where Passion is so strong Your Arbitrary Power would tire the World Did not Heav'n bless you with our Guiding Virtues King Yet with your leaves Kings may indulge themselves Violate Laws Disfranchize all their Subjects Provided that your Government 's untouch'd But should we look A-squint upon the Failures of the Church The holy Rooks and Daws betake to wing And fill the Air with Clamor Hence Be gone on forfeit of your Lives Abbot He shall pay dear for this Come Brothers let 's to Councel Exit Abbot Priests Sir Tho. Vaugh. That 's to Mischief Now will the Church fall in a Fever And want his Blood for a Cordial King Now Eleanor to you Beware these Men Thou' rt but a Tool to them to fashion me And work my Actions suitable to theirs Shock not thy Husband's Pow'r to strengthen them For credit me I know their inward Cunning They call'd my Father in to serve their Int'rest And when he had nobly ventur'd Life and Pow'r Remov'd th' Oppressions under which they groan'd They grew so weary of Security They wou'd have chang'd again Observe this Boy Seem with the Church to joyn Hearken and weigh whatever they design But never let their Knowledge fathom thine Queen But why must he to th' War Oh! Can

Away be gone lead on avaunt Hipocrisy Exeunt turning to each and pushing Bertrard Scene opens Rosamond Reading Rosam How am I alter'd how estrang'd of late Virtue has ta'ne her flight and Innocence The bright the only Jewel of the Sex Flies this polluted place as from Infection Oh! Honour what a dreadful loss thou art And yet how hard to keep from what we Love How dismal 't is to think of what I 've done Should he prove false now change like other Men And only Triumph o're his Wretched Conquest How much more dreadful will my loss appear Oh! could Men guess the terror we endure What 'twixt our Honour and our Love we suffer They sure would prize each generous Maid much more And as their Souls indulge them to the last Aspatia Aspa. Madam Rosa. Sing me that Song I gave thee th' other day And if thou canst charm me into a slumber Enter Abbot and Queen Abbot Behold your Rival and survey her glory But not a word of Bertrard or of me Queen Be gone Abbot No I 'll behold the rancour of thy Malice Thy thirst of Blood and most insatiate Fury Now Rosamond thou diest or else Revenge Lags in its Course No run thy full career The master stroke of my designs lie here Rosa. What do I see or is 't an Apparition My Blood runs backward to my frightned Heart And something tells me that my Fate is near Queen Appear thou Fairy Queen and summon up Thy Host of Spirits to defend their Charge For I am come to snatch away thy Glories Dissolve thy Charms and hurl thee to destruction Rosa. Why Madam this to me What have I done To move those Frowns or urge these angry words Queen You to my Anger are it seems a stranger But with my Rights are very intimate What canst thou see defective in this Face That you dare vye for Place or hope for Conquest Rosa. You plunge me still in wonder and amazement I ever pay'd that awful Head such Duty As is expected by a Crown from Subjects But if some evil Tongue has blacken'd me To make me odious in your Royal looks I cannot help the baseness of my Foes But I shall still adore tho' I am scorn'd Queen Oh! that this wretch this indigested heap Of crouding Beauties which do each outvy For Place and Praise from the admiring World Should have a Soul so unworthy of its Frame How poorly dost thou strive to hide thy Faults And shake for what the better part o' th' Sex would boast of Last Night last Night canst thou deny the Blessing When in the Arms of my most Treacherous Lord You Laugh'd and Revell'd the short hours away Whil'st I in ignorance expecting lay Rosa. Oh I am lost Queen Thou art indeed But my Revenge is starv'd Thy Life 's too little to appease its hunger I would contrive some way if possible To be as long in torturing thy Soul As the Remembrance of thy Crimes will mine Rosa. Will you not hear me speak Queen What canst thou plead What urge in thy Defence thou guilty fair one Hast thou not Rob'd me of my Souls best thought For ever torn my interest from his Love Stript me of all my Wishes all my Joys Deafned his Ears to my complaining Soul And lock'd up every passage to his Heart Rosa. I shun'd him long was deaf to his desires Avoided him as an approaching Plague For well I saw the fatal consequence To an excess of Rudeness I abjur'd him Nay yet have only listned to his Love Queen By Hell 't is false thou hast enjoy'd it to Think'st thou to blunt my Rage by this denyal No I am too well convinc'd of what is past Therefore prepare thy self for what 's to come Draws a Dagger Rosa. Oh! Mercy Queen Mercy Canst thou desire to live and I in being Methinks thou should'st intreat me to dispatch Considering what a Plague I shall be to thee When first I heard the Name of Rosamond I thought to find an Amazonian Spirit One thar dar'd Cope with injur'd Majesty And stand the proof who best deserv'd a King But I have err'd for he has chosen one The Relict of some poor half starv'd Plebean Dress'd up with Pageant greatness to allure the Roving Appetite of a loose King Rosa. I held as Rich as Pure and Noble Blood As any of my Sex till this Curs'd change Sullied my Veins and stain'd my Family Queen The Sacrifice will be the Nobler for 't Prepare Holds the Dagger up Rosa. Must I then dye Is there no pity left Queen Banish the thought Mercy and I are Strangers Yet e're thou goest I charge thee to abjure his Name Quit all Pretensions to him Curse him before the Pangs of Death come on For hurrying thee to Hell before thy time Rosa. No I will bless him to my utmost gasp Groan forth his Name as he has sighd out mine Think on the Kneeling hours he has wept away The many charming words that mov'd my Heart The mighty changes that my Smiles and Frowns Have rais'd in his expecting doubtful Soul The Transports of his Trembling Fierce Embraces And hug him with such eagerness to Heav'n Queen Then Face thy Doom Moves forward Rosa. I do I have invok'd the Patron of my Love And now the weakness of my Sex has left me Since I must die for Love my Love shall arm me I know his hatred must pursue thee for it Nay I believe he will Revenge me too But since I know this Act will Curse thee from him Live and be wretched in his Scorn Queen So Arrogant Sink Tow'ring Sorceress Offers to Stab her Enter King and Sir Tho. Vaughan The King stops her King O hold it must not be Queen Why dost thou barr the stroke ungrateful Man Unless thou would'st employ the point on me Here strike I know thou hatest me Henry Rip up this Bosom mangle my fond Heart That bleeds for thy unkindness do it quickly And shew you have some sparks of pity left King Be calm my Queen hush up these jarring Passions Let not thy Jealousy exceed thy Reason Lest blab-tongu'd Fame should tell the envious World The frailties of us both Queen Would I were dead King Banish that wish for ever Oh Eleanor If I have Sally'd from great Hymen's Laws And surfeited on strange forbidden Fruit 'T is I must answer for the great offence Why should you seek to stain your purer hands In Violence and Blood Why so pollute Thy Innocence with Infamy and Shame Rosa. What is 't I hear Nay then would Death had reach'd me Aside Queen How can you flatter thus and she in hearing I know 't is only to delude my Rage 'T is Nobler killing me than thus to cheat me When I am gone without controul You and your Paramour in Sin may triumph While poor neglected I your slighted Queen Sleep quiet in the cold and silent Earth King Oh dreadful Tryal How can I comply with Justice here And not destroy what most I