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A00968	The tragedy of Thierry King of France, and his brother Theodoret As it was diuerse times acted at the Blacke-Friers by the Kings Maiesties Seruants.	Fletcher, John, 1579-1625.; Massinger, Philip, 1583-1640.	1621 (1621)	STC 11074; ESTC S102375	40,778	76

some pills Twenty consulting here about a drench As many here to blood him Then comes a Don of Spaine and he prescribes More cooling opium then would kill a turke Or quench a whore i th dogdayes after him A wise Italian and he cries tie vnto him A woman of fourescore whose bones are marble Whose bloud snow water not so much heate about her As may conceiue a prayer after him An English Doctor with a bunch of pot hearbes And he cries out Endiffe and suckery With a few mallow rootes and butter milke And talkes of oyle made of a churchmans charity Yet still he wakes 1. But your good honor Has a prayers in store if all should faile Bawdh. I could haue prayed and handsomely But age and an ill memory 3. Has spoyl'd your primmer Bawdh. Yet if there be a man of faith i' the Court And can pray for a pension Enter Thierry on a bed with Doctors and attendents 2. Here 's the King Sir And those that will pray without pay Bawdh. Then pray for me too 1. Doct. How does your grace now feele your selfe Thier. What 's that 1. Doct. Nothing at all Sir but your fancy Thier. Tell me Can euer these eyes more shut vp in slumbers Assure my soule there in 〈…〉 And rest for humane labors do not you And all the world as I do out stare time And liue like funerall lampes neuer extinguisht Is there a graue and do not flatter me Nor feare to tell me truth and in that graue Is there a hope I shall sleepe can I die Are not my miseries immortall o The happinesse of him that drinkes his water After his weary day and sleepes for euer Why do you crucifie me thus with faces And gaping strangely vpon one another When shall I rest 2. Doct. O Sir be patient Thier. Am I not patient haue I not endur'd More then a maingy dog among your dosses Am I not now your patient yee can make Vnholesome fooles sleepe for a garded foote-cloth Whores for a hot sin offering yet I must craue That feede ye and protect ye and proclame ye Because my powre is far aboue your searching Are my diseases so can ye cure none But those of equall ignorance dare ye kill me 1. Doct. We do beseech your grace be more reclam'd This talke doth but distemper you Thier. Well I will die In spight of all your potions one of you sleepe Lie downe and sleepe here that I may behold What blessed rest it is my eyes are robde of See he can sleepe sleepe any where sleepe now When he that wakes for him can neuer slumber I' st not a dainty ease 2. Doct. Your grace shall feele it Thier. O neuer I neuer the eyes of heauen See but their certaine motions and then sleepe The rages of the Ocean haue their slumbers And quiet siluer calmes each violence Crownes in his end a peace but my fixt fires Shall neuer neuer set who 's that Enter Martell Brunhalt Denitry souldiers Mart. No woman Ere thou shalt sleepe doest thou see him Brun. Yes and curse him And all that loue him foole and all liue by him Mart. Why art thou such a monster Brun. Why art thou So tame a knaue to aske me Mart. Hope of hell By this faire holy light and all his wrongs Which are aboue thy yeares almost thy vices Thou shalt not rest not feele more what is pitty Know nothing necessary meete no society But what shall curse and crucifie thee feele in thy selfe Nothing but what thou art bane and bad conscience Till this man rest but for whose reuerence Because thou art his mother I would say Whore this shall be do ye nod I le waken ye With my swords point Brun. I wish no more of heauen Nor hope no more but a sufficient anger To torture thee Mart. See she that makes you see Sir And to your misery still see your mother The mother of your woes Sir of your waking The mother of your peoples cries and curses Your murdering mother your malicious mother Thier. Phisitians halfe my state to sleepe an houre now Is it so mother Brun. Yes it is so sonne And vvere it yet againe to do it should be Mart. She nods againe swing her Thier. But mother For yet I loue that reuerence and to death Dare not forget you haue bin so was this This endlesse misery this curelesse malice This snatching from me all my youth together All that you made me for and happy mothers Crownde with eternall time are proud to finish Done by your will Brun It was and by that will Thier. O mother do not lose your 〈…〉 'T is all the soule of woman all the sweetenesse Forget not I beseech you what are children Nor how you are gron'd for vm to what loue They are borne inheritors with what care kept And as they rise to ripenesse still remember How they impe our your age and when time calls you That as an Autum flower you fall forget not How round about your hearse they hang like penons Brun. Holy foole Whose patience to preuent my wrongs has kill'd thee Preach not to me of punishments or feares Or what I ought to be but what I am A woman in her liberall will defeated In all her greatnesse crost in pleasure blasted My angers haue bin laught at my ends slighted And all those glories that had crownd my fortunes Suffer'd by blasted vertue to be scatter'd I am the fruitefull mother of these angers And what such haue done reade and know thy ruine Thier. Heauen forgiue you Mart. She tells you true for milions of her mischiefes Are now apparent Protaldye we haue taken An equall agent with her to whose care After the damnde defeate on you she trusted Enter Messenger The bringing in of Leoner the bastard Sonne to your murder'd brother her phisitian By this time is attacht to that dam'd diuell Messen. 'T is like he will be so for ere we came Fearing an equall iustice for his mischiefes He drench't himselfe Brun. Hee did like one of mine thine Thier. Must I still see these miseries no night To hide me from their horrors that Protaldye See iustice fall vpon Brun. Now I could sleepe too Enter Ordella Mart. I le giue you yet more poppy bring the Lady And heauen in her embraces giue him quiet Madam vnuaile your selfe Ordella I do forgiue you And though you sought my blood yet I le pray for you Brun. Art thou aliue Mart. Now could you sleepe Brun. For euer Mart. Go carry her without winke of sleepe or quiet Where her strong knaue Protaldye 's broke oth wheele And let his cries and rores be musicke to her I meane to waken her Thier. Do her no wrong Mart. Nor right as you loue iustice Brun. I will thinke And if there be new curses in old nature I haue a soule dare send vm Mart. Keepe her waking Exit Brunhalt Thier. What 's that appeares so sweetely there 's that face Mart. Be moderate Lady Thier. That angells face Mart. Go nearer Thier. Martell I cannot last long see the soule I see it perfectly of my Ordella The heauenly figure of her sweetenes there Forgiue me gods it comes diuinest substance Kneele kneele kneele euery one Saint of thy sexe If it be for my cruelty thou comest Do ye see her hoe Mart. Yes sir and you shall know her Thier. Downe downe againe to be reueng'd for blood Sweete spirit I am ready she smiles on me O blessed signe of peace Mart. Go neerer Lady Ordella I come to make you happy Thierry Heare you that sirs She comes to crowne my soule away get sacrifice Whilst I with holy honors Mart. She 's aliue Sir Thierry In euerlasting life I know it friend O happy happy soule Ordella Alas I liue Sir A mortall woman still Thierry Can spirits weepe too Mart. She is no spirit Sir pray kisse her Lady Be very gentle to him Thier. Stay she is warme Are you the same Ordella still Mart. The same Sir Whom heauens and my good angell staid from ruine Thier. Kisse me agen Ordel. The same still still your seruant Thier. 'T is she I know her now Martell sit downe sweete O blest and happiest woman a dead slumber Begins to creepe vpon me o my iewell Enter Messenger and Memberge Ordella O sleepe my Lord Thier. My ioyes are too much for me Messen. Brunhalt impatient of her constraint to see Protaldie tortur'd has chokt her selfe Mart. No more her sinnes go with her Thier. Loue I must die I faint close vp my glasses 1. Doct. The Queene faints too and deadly Thier. One dying kisse Ordella My last Sir and my dearest and now Close my eyes too Thier. Thou perfect woman Martell the kingdome 's yours take Memberge to you And keepe my liue aliue nay weepe not Lady Take me I go Ordella Take me too farwell honor dies both 2. Doct. They are gone for euer Mart. The peace of happy soules go after vm Beare vm vnto their last beds whilst I study A tombe to speake their loues whilst old Time lasteth I am your King in sorrowes Omnes We your subiects Mart. Deuitry for your seruice he neere vs Whip out these instruments of this mad mother From Court and all good people and because She was borne noble let that title find her A priuate graue but neither tonge nor honor And now leade on they that shall read this story Shall find that vertue liues in good not glory Exeunt Omnes FINIS

afflictions Prot. No not we Sir Thier. How dare you then omit the ceremony Due to the funerall of all my hopes Or come vnto the marriage of my sorrowes But in such colours as may sort with them Prota. Alas we will weare any thing Brun. This is madnesse Take but my counsell Thier. Yours dare you againe Though armde with the authority of a mother Attempt the danger that will fall on you If such another sillable awake it Go and with yours be safe I haue such cause Of griefe nay more to loue it that I will not Hane such as these be sharers in it Lecure Madam Prota. Another time were better Brun. Doe not stir For I must be resolude and will be statues Enter Martell Thier. I thou art welcome and vpon my soule Thou art an honest man do you see he has teares To lend to him whom prodigall expence Of sorrow has made banker out of such treasure Nay thou doest well Mart. I would it might excuse The ill I bring along Thierry Thou makest me smile In the height of my calamities as if There could be the addition of an Atome To the gyant body of my miseries But try for I will heare thee all sit down 't is death To any that shall dare to interrupt him In looke gesture or word Mart. And such attention As is due to the last and the best story That euer was deliuerde will become you The grieude Ordella for all other titles But take away from that hauing from me Prompted by your last parting grone enquirde What drew it from you and the cause soone learn'd For she whom barbarisme could deny nothing With such preuailing earnestnesse desirde it 'T was not in me though it had bin my death To hide it from her she I say in whom All was that Athens Rome or warlike Sparta Haue registred for good in their best women But nothing of their ill knowing herselfe Markde out I know not by what powre but sure A cruell one to die to giue you children Hauing first with a setled countenance Look'd vp to heauen and then vpon her selfe It being the next best obiect and then smilde As if her ioy in death to do you seruice Would breake forth in despite of the much sorrow She showde she had to leaue you and then taking Me by the hand this hand which I must euer Loue better then I haue done since she touch'd it Go sayd she to my Lord and to go to him Is such a happinesse I must not hope for And tell him that he too much prizde a trifle Made only worthy in his loue and her Thankfull acceptance for her sake to robbe The Orphan kingdome of such gardians as Must of necessity descend from him And therefore in some part of recompence Of his much loue and to shew to the world That 't was not her fault only but her fate That did deny to let her be the mother Of such most certaine blessings yet for proofe She did not enuy her that happy her That is appointed to them her quicke end Should make way for her which no sooner spoke But in a moment this too ready engin Made such a battery in the choicest castle That euer nature made to defend life That straite it shooke and sunke Thier. Stay dares any Presume to shed a teare before me or Ascribe that worth vnto themselues to merit To do so for her I haue done now on Mart. Falne thus once more she smilde as if that death For her had studied a new way to seuer The soule and body without sence of paine And then tell him quoth she what you haue seenē And with what willingnesse 't was done for which My last request vnto him is that he Would instantly make choice of one most happy In being so chosen to supply my place By whom if heauen blesse him with a daughter In my remembrance let it beare my name Which sayd she dide Thier. I heare this and yet liue Hart art thou thunder proofe will nothing breake thee She 's dead and what her entertainement may be In th' other world without me is vncertaine And dare I stay heere vnresolude Mart. Oh Sir Brun. Deare son Prota. Great King Thier. Vnhand me am I falne So low that I haue lost the powre to be Disposer of my owne life Mart. Be but pleasde To borrow so much time of sorrow as To call to mind her last request for whom I must confesse a losse beyond expression You turne your hand vpon your selfe 't was hers And dying hers that you should liue and happy In seeing little models of your selfe By matching with another and will you Leaue any thing that she desirde vngranted And suffer such a life that was layd downe For your sake only to be fruitelesse Thier. Oh thou doest throw charmes vpon me against which I cannot stop my eares beare witnesse heauen That not desire of life nor loue of pleasures Nor any future comforts but to giue Peace to her blessed spirit in satisfying Her last demand makes me defer our meeting Which in my choice and suddaine choice shall be To all apparant Brun. How do I remoue one mischiefe To draw vpon my head a greater Thier. Go thou only good man to whom for her selfe Goodnesse is deare and prepare to interre it In her that was o my hart my Ordella A monument worthy to be the casket Of such a iewell Mart. Your command that makes way Vnto my absence is a welcome one For but your selfe there 's nothing here Martell Can take delight to looke on yet some comfort Goes backe with me to her who though she want it Deserues all blessings Exit Brun. So soone to forget The losse of such a wife beleeuē it will Be censurde in the world Thier. Pray you no more There is no argument you can vse to crosse it But does increase in me such a suspition I would not cherish who 's that Enter Memberge Memb. One no guarde Can put backe from accesse whose tongue no threats Nor praiers can silence a bould suitor and For that which if you are your selfe a King You were made so to grant it Iustice Iustice Thier. With what assurance dare you hope for that Which is denide to me or how can I Stand bound to be iust vnto such as are Beneath me that find none from those that are Aboue me Memb. Their is iustice 't were vnfit That any thing but vengeance should fall on him That by his giuing way to more then murther For my deare fathers death was parricide Makes it his owne Brun. I charge you heare her not Memb. Hell cannot stoppe iust prayers from entring heauen I must and will be heard Sir but remember That he that by her plot fell was your brother And the place where your pallace against all Th' inuiolable rites of hospitality Your word a kings word giuen vp for his safety His innocence his protection and the gods Bound to reuenge the impious breach