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The history of Charles the Eighth of France, or, The invasion of Naples by the French as it is acted at His Highnesses the Duke of York's Theater / written by Mr. Crowne.
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Crown, Mr. (John), 1640?-1712.
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himself and enter a Secretary with Papers and dispatches Ch. Not only they but all Th' Italian Princes are in Councel sate Each fears to lose his little Coronet Nay by th' Intelligence I 've now receiv'd All Kings and states with my success are griev'd Doubting themselves and knowing not how high Ambition raised with victory may flye Rome Millane Venice Germany and Spain With all the little Princes they can gain Are all in bonds of strict allyance tied To check as they pretend my growing pride That I must now make war on halfe mankind And gain that Empire which I ne're design'd Mom. Rome perjur'd too Ch. Yes Venice Millane Rome Agree to intercept my passage home Are arming Frontiers raising Troops with speed Which the fam'd Duke of Mantua must lead The great Gonzaga one whose fame is high And on his conduct they do all rely Lew. Sir that an envious and Mechanick state Whose Nature is Crown'd heads to fear and hate A Princes glory thus should undermine I not admire but such a low design That Rome should aid Momp And joyn with Sforza too A barbrous Prince who did his hands embrue In his young Masters bloud and basely made Our wars his opportunity to invade His Life and Crown and act his villanies Ch. That bloudy Traytor Sforza I 'le chastise But now that Rome should joyn in league with these When for his same had given me hostages Enrages me Lew. You must be times disperse These gathering Clouds that threaten storms so fierce Mom. First shake your Rods o're th' Ecclesiastick Chair That busy-headed priest you must not spare He is Heavens Usher in the worlds great School Only to teach for Kings have highest rule Ch. What 're his Office or Commission be I 'le make Rome know his duty now to me He shall not baffle Kings under pretence With all Heavens Laws his Office can dispence He swore me faith and if the power 's divine Slight their own honour none shall sport with mine Cozen of Orleance march to night away With all my choicest men Lew. Sir one nights stay Your wearied men for rest would humbly crave Ch. Then let 'um short and gentle marches have But move this evening though you march not far For expedition is the life of war Mom. Send not too many for your safety sake Lest this rebellious Town advantage take And what 's so desp'rate as an angry slave When by adventuring he revenge may have Ch. Leave fifteen thousand foot Your march direct To Rome I 'le follow and no time neglect Exâ—â—â— What did you visit yet as I desir'd The Dutchess Isabel Mom. Sir she retir'd To her apartment and with haughty pride Retains her state and Visitants deny'd Ch. Alas she well might have that pride forborn To one that values not her love or scorn She that had such a Monarch in her Chain Would a young petty rival entertain Makes me contemn the name of Royal slave And slight the little wounds her beauty gave But now we 've setled all our grand affair And the declining day begins to wear His milder beams let 's out and tast a while The fresher air for I with this days toil Am weary grown Mom. The Gardens Sir are nigh From hence they open to your prospect lye Charles and Mompensier go out and the Scene is drawn and a fair Garden is presented Julia sitting as asleep in an Arbour Euphemia waiting by A Song within Whilst the Song is sung Charles and Mompensier enters Charles gazes on Julia. The Song sung to Julia in the Garden OH Love if e're thou 'lt ease a Heart That owns thy power Divine That bleeds with thy too cruel dart And pants with never ceasing smart Take pity now on mine Vnder the shade I fainting lye A thousand times I wish to dye I ut when I find cold death too nigh I grieve to lose my pleasing pain And call my wishes back again But thus as I sat all alone I' th shady mirtle Grove And to each gentle sigh and moan Some neighbouring Eccho gave a groan Came by the man I love Oh! How I strove my griefs to hide I panted blush'd and almost died And did each tatling eccho chide For fear some breath of moving â—ir Should to his Ears my sorrows bear Yet â—h Ye Powers I 'd dye to gain But one poor parting Kiss And yet I 'de be on Wracks of pain E're I'done Thought or Wish retain Which Honour thinks amiss Thus are poor Maids unkindly us'd By Love and Nature both abus'd Our tender Hearts all ease refus'd And when we burn with secret flame Must bear our griefs or die with shame Ch. I 'me startled see What divine shape is there Some Angel sure no mortal is so fair Mom. Some airy Vision do's deceive our eyes Ch. Heavens like a bright unbodyed Soul she lyes Wrapt in a shape of pure Aetherial air To some fair body ready to repair Know'st thouwhom this bright shape resemblesmost Mom. None but the Princess Julia Sir dare boast These Angel beauties She to the Dutchesses apartment came Whilst I was there these beauties are the same Ch. The Princess Julia Mom. How his eyes are fixt Aside Sir If any knowledge of your heart I learn You view this lovely shape with some concern Ch. I do and must acknowledge I feel within my heart a passion move Like the soft pantings of approching love And if from war I could the leasure gain Th' infinuating guest to entertain My heart might be seduc'd by one so fair To love and fix my roving passion there But to Remoter parts o' th' Gardens let 's repair To take breathings of the evening air They go out betwixt the Scenes as into the Garden and enter Salerne and Trivultio follow'd by several all habited like the French Guards Tri. So we 've securely past in this disguize Let 's watch a fair occasion for surprize Sal. Surprize make an alarm for he shall dye Were all his Guards and his whole Kingdom by Tri. But let us wait for the approch of night Sal. Let night be dam'd I 'le kill him now in Isabella's sight That every wound I give him she may feel And when he 's fallen by my revengeful Steel She wild and raving may his death bemone Tear out his bleeding heart and stab her own See there He walks Looks within the Scenes Tri. Silence for Heavens sake Sal. Nor Heaven Nor Hell shall hinder the revenge I 'le take Were death'twixt him and me I would not stay Goes out 'twixt the Scenes To one of his followers To a second Tri. Ye Powers he 'l our designs and lives betray Hast let the Garden Avenues be barr'd Before we give suspition to the Guard Thou to the Postern run where our men wait On a sign giv'n t'aid as in our retreat Unlock it with this Key and then remove Part of our men to th' private Mirtle Grove Place 'um i' th Grotto by the dark descent VVhere we may flye if
generous mind You pity most where most distress you find Your timely bounties succour the forlorn When all his dying patience was out-worn I feel a pleasing extasie of joy Which does all present sense of grief destroy But ah how soon will all my pain return When I shall think I must for ever mourn To air its Wings love takes a soaring flight And then must fall in endless shades of night Enter a Gentleman in hast Gen. The King The King You 'r lost Sir if you stay The traitrous Rabble will your life betray Or else in Chains your Royal person bring A Present to the new triumphant King Fer. Alas Poor men It is no news to find Fear driving all the Herds of lower mankind The timerous Hare will o're the Hunters leap When she 'as no other way for her escape Could there no other means for safety be These would betray their God as well as me Iren. And will you have poor wanderers in mind No my Ascanio when the fleeting Wind Ha's snatcht us hence my Soul may bid adieu To this fare Shore to hopeless love and you Asc D' ye think I will commit a Crime so great Can humble Votaries their Saints forget To whose fair Images they hourly pray Whose ador'd shrines they visit every day My dear my fairest Saint to think of thee Shall all my pleasure and devotion be But why should we despair to meet again Iren. Yes we may meet but Heav'n knows where or when Asc Then you may stay behind Iren. And you may go Asc What to forsake my King That were below The faithful Subject I have ever been Iren. And t' were as bad for me to leave my Queen But when I 'm gone I shall lament in vain Your Heart some happier love will entertain I dye to think Asc By all that 's good I swear Iren. Oh my imperious grief I cannot bear New pangs and sorrows do besiege my heart Like those of death when Soul and Body part Asc She swouns She swouns in his Arms. Ferd. I now like tortur'd Souls look up with pain On joys of Angels which I can't obtain They from those Visions fly to deep despair And I from joys of love to Bloud and War Aside For if from friends I any aid can find In some brave death I 'le ease my wounded mind Come Madam since my heavy doom is past To Cor. As men condem'd to Execution hast To ease their Souls of weight they cannot bear Of griefs unknown which more then death they fear So give me leave to hast those joys away Which are but torment whilst they vainly stay And thus that wealth I to the winds restore They lent awhile and ne're will lend me more Ex. om ACT IV. The Scene the Town of Naples and enter Prince of Salerne and Trivultio muffled in their Cloaks and disguized Sal. HOw March in pomp and triumph through the Town Whilst I that name which threatned Kings disown Must I be buried thus alive whilst he Advanc'd by Fortunes servile flattery Marches in state to meet the haughty charms Of her I love and revel in her arms Damn'd be this tame disguise I will appear And Charles from th' arms of Love and Fortune tear Tri. Hold Let not Valour Sir your life betray Sal. offers to go Nor demand debts which fortune cannot pay I know his triumphs to your Sword are due But Sal. But what do'st thou adore his fortune too Tri. How I adore it No Sir curs'd be he That shall deny by any treachery To take that life he to our Swords do's owe When fortune shall a fair occasion show But I 'de not dunne my Stars when they are poor And so gain nothing but inrage 'um more Sal. If Bankrupt fortune's poor I 'le fall on those On whom profusely she my wealth bestows Charles has my Mistress do's my triumphs wear My wealth 's in 's hands and I 'le arrest it there I 'le kill him Only to let th' imperious woman see The arrogant folly of disdaining me Offers again to go Tri. Hold since you 'l go let us our fortunes joyn I 'le share i' th glory of this great design Besides th' revenge to my lost fame is due I 've some concerns of love as well as you For Julia I a long hid flame have born Though I 've supprest it Knowing too well the Arragonian scorn Who to my Sword have paid so small regard they thought their service was its own reward But now Iâ—le clear the scores another way Her beauty all my old arrears shall pay Sal. She 's thine there 's nothing shall be left undone That may bring down the pride of Arragon Tri. Let 's go then whilst our raging blood do's boil Whilst the French Guards wearied with this days toyl Disperst in quarters to their rest betake All but whom Lust or Wine may keep awake Whilst they in pleasure or repose engag'd Our friends alarm'd and the Town enraged We 'l go to th' Palace in secure disguize Sal. No more I scorn to kill him by surprize What I 'le attempt I 'le do in open day And let his Guards and Genius stop my way Then if I live or dye destroy or save Success or death will equally brave Exit Tri. This high ungovern'd flame I must allay I seek revenge But then I 'de seek it the securest way But Heav'ns Which way shall this great deed be wrought My Soul is lost in a wild maze of thought But yet Iâ—le boldly on He who through dang'rous ways do's fate pursue Must not the depths of precipices view But with high courage and a bold address Spur on and leave to fortune the success Exit The Scene changes to a Room of State Enter Charles Lewis Mompensier Guard Ch. Gone to attend the Queen Lew. To guard her hence Ch. What need of Guards where there 's no violence Design'd Mom. He fear'd lest the Venetian Fleet Might from your Galleys some obstruction meet Ch. Going to serve a Queen regain his Crown To raise my Honour and repair his own Could he suspect my Fleet would stop his way No rather all my Galleys shall conveigh The King to any port where he intends To try his fortune or has hopes of friends Lew. Going with those whose masters have declar'd Themselves your Enemies he justly fear'd Your anger Sir Ch. He did That treacherous state Has disoblig'd me at the highest rate Have broke their faith with me and out of fear And envy to my rising glories here Creep into Leagues and private friendships court That I might fire their Galleys in the Port But since they attend the Queen I 'le spare their Galleys and reprieve the doom Of that false state till my returning home But to the Queen Command my Admiral that he honours pay To an Officer who goes out And whilst she stays her orders to obey Mom. But dares great Sir the false Venetian state Abuse your friendship Ch. That we 'l now debate Charles seats