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A31675	The tragedy of Alphonsus, Emperour of Germany as it hath been [v]ery often a[cte]d (with great appl[ause]) at the privat house in Black-Friers by His Maiesties servants / by George Chapman, Gent.	Chapman, George, 1559?-1634.; Peele, George, 1556-1596.	1654 (1654)	Wing C1952; ESTC R19355	43,392	77

the face Collen Your Holiness shall pardon me in this Had I the profit I would take the pains With shame enough your Grace may bring the message Mentz Thus am I wrong'd God knows unguiltily Brand. Then arm your countenance with innocency And boldly do the message to the Prince For no man else will be the messenger Mentz Why then I must since ther 's no remedy Exit Mentz Brand. If Heav'n that guides the hearts of mighty men Do calm the Winds of these great Potentates And make them like of this Arbitrament Sweet Peace will tryumph thorough Christendom And Germany shall bless this happy day Enter Alexander de Toledo the Page Alexand. O me most miserable O my dear Father Bohem. What means this passionate accent what art thou That sounds these acclamations in our ears Alex. Pardon me Princes I have lost a Father O me the name of Father kils my heart O! I shall never see my Father more H 'as tane his leave of me for age and age Collen What was thy Father Alex. Ah me I what was a not Noble Rich valiant well-belov'd of all The glory and the wisdom of his age Chief Secretary to the Emperour Collen Lorenzo de Toledo is he dead Alex. Dead ay me dead ay me my life is dead Strangely this night bereft of breath and sense And I poor I am comforted in nothing But that the Emperour laments with me As I exclame so he he rings his hands And makes me mad to see his Majesty Excruciate himself with endless sorrow Collen The happiest news that ever I did hear Thy Father was a villain murderer Witty not wise lov'd like a Scorpion Grown rich by the impoverishing of others The chiefest cause of all these mutinies And Caesar's tutor to all villanie Alex. None but an open lyar terms him so Col. What Boy so malepert Bohem. Good Collen bear with him it was his Father Dutch-land is blessed in Lorenzo's Death Brand. Did never live a viler minded man Exeunt Manet Alex. Alex. Nor King nor Churfurst should be privileg'd To call me Boy and rayl upon my Father Were I wehrsafflig but in Germany A man must be a Boy at 40. years And dares not draw his weapon at a Dog Till being soundly box'd about the ears His Lord and Master gird him with a sword The time will come I shall be made a man Till then I 'l pine with thought of dire revenge And live in Hell untill I take revenge ACT. II. Enter Alphonsus Richard Earl of Cornwall Mentz Trier Prince Edward Bohemia Collen Brandenburge Attendants and Pages with a sword Bohem. Behold here come the Princes hand in hand Pleas'd highly with the sentence as it seems Alphon. Princes and Pillars of the Monarchy We do admire your wisdoms in this cause And do accept the King of Bohemia As worthy partner in the Government Alas my Lords I flatly now confess I was alone too weak to underprop So great a burden as the Roman Empire And hope to make you all admire the course That we intend in this conjunction Richard That I was call'd from England with consent Of all the seven Electors to this place Your selves best know who wrote for me to come 'T was no ambition mov'd me to the journey But pitty of your half declining State Which being likely now to be repayr'd By the united force of these two Kings I rest content to see you satisfied Mentz Brave Earl wonder of Princely patience I hope your grace will not mis-think of me Who for your good and for the Empires best Bethought this means to set the world at Peace Edward No doubt this means might have been thought upon Although your Holiness had dy'd in Prison Mentz Peace peace young Prince you want experience Your Unckle knows what cares accompany And wait upon the Crowns of mightiest Kings And glad he is that he hath shak'd it off Edward Heark in your ear my Lord hear me one word Although it were more than a million Which these two Kings bestow'd upon your grace Mine Unckle Richards million sav'd your life Mentz Your were best to say your Vnckle brib'd me then Edward I do but say mine Vnckle sav'd your life You know Count Mansfield your fellow Prisoner Was by the Duke of Brunschwig put to death Mentz You are a Child my Lord your words are wind Edward You are a Fox my Lord and past a Child Bohem. My Lord of Cornwall your great forwardness Crossing the Seas with aid of Englishmen Is more than we can any way requite But this your admirable patience In being pleas'd with our election Deserves far more than thanks can satisfie In any thing command the Emperours Who live to honour Richard Earl of Cornwall Alpho. Our deeds shall make our Protestations good Mean while brave Princes let us leave this place And solace us with joy of this accord Enter Isabella the Empress Hedewick the Duke of Saxon's Daughter apparelled like Fortune drawn on a Globe with a Cup in her hand wherein are Bay leaves whereupon are written the lots A train of Ladies following with Musick Empress To gratulate this unexpected Peace This glorious league confirm'd against all hope Joyful Isabella doth present this shew Of Fortunes triumph as the custom is At Coronation of our Emperours If therefore every party be well pleas'd And stand content with this arbitriment Then daign to do as your Progenitors And draw in sequence Lots for Offices Alphon. This is an order here in Germany For Princes to disport themselves with all In sign their hearts so firmly are conjoyn'd That they will bear all fortunes equally And that the world may know I scorn no state Or course of life to do the Empire good I take my chance My Fortune is to be the Forrester Emp. If we want Venson either red or fallow Wild bore or bear you must be fin'd my Lord Bohem. The Emperour's Taster I Emp. Your Majesty hath been tasted to so oft That you have need of small instructions Richard I am the bowr Sister what is my charge Emp. Tyr'd like a Carter and a Clownish Bowr To bring a load of Wood into the Kitchin Now for my self Faith I am Chamber Maid I know my charge proceed unto the next Alphon. Prince Edward standeth melancholy still Please it your Grace my Lord to draw your lot Emp. Nephew you must be solemn with the sad And given to myrth in sportful Company The German Princes when they will be lusty Shake of all cares and Clowns and they are Fellows Edward Sweet Aunt I do not know the Country guise Yet would be glad to learn all fashions Since I am next good Fortune be my guide Brand. A most ingenuous countenance hath this Prince Worthy to be the King of England's Heir Edward Be it no disparagement to you my Lords I am your Emperour Alphon. Sound trumpets God save the Emperour Collen The world could never worse have fitted me I am not old enough to be the Cook

revengefull hands Of merciless incensed Enemies Like Caius Cassius wearie of thy life Now wouldst thou make thy Page an instrument By suddain stroak to rid thee of thy bonds Alphon. Hast thou forgotten how that very night Thy Father dy'd I took the Master-Key And with a lighted Torch walk'd through the Court Alex. I must remember that for to my death I never shall forget the slightest deed Which on that dismall Night or Day I did Alphon. Thou wast no sooner in thy restfull Bed But I disturb'd thy Father of his rest And to be short not that I hated him But for he knew my deepest Secrets With cunning Poison I did end his life Art thou his Son express it with a Stabb And make account if I had prospered Thy date was out thou wast already doom'd Thou knewst too much of me to live with me Alex. What wonders do I hear great Emperour Not that I do stedfastlie believe That thou didst murder my beloved Father But in meer pittie of thy vanquish'd state I undertake this execution Yet for I fear the sparkling Majestie Which issues from thy most Imperial eyes May strike relenting Passion to my heart And after wound receiv'd from fainting hand Thou fall halfe dead among thine Enemies I crave thy Highness leave to bind thee first Alphon. Then bind me quickly use me as thou please Emp. O Villain wilt thou kill thy Sovereign Alex. Your Highness sees that I am forc'd unto it Alphon. Fair Empress I shame to ask thee pardon Whom I have wrong'd so many thousand waies Emp. Dread Lord and Husband leave these desperat thoughts Doubt not the Princes may be reconcil'd Alex. 'T may be the Princes will be reconciled But what is that to me all Potentates on Earth Can never reconcile my grieved Soul Thou slew'st my Father thou didst make this hand Mad with Revenge to murther Innocents Now hear how in the height of all thy pride The rightfull Gods hove powr'd their justfull wrath Upon thy Tyrants head Devill as thou art And sav'd by miracle these Princes lives For know thy side hath got the Victory Saxon triumphs over his dearest friends Richard and Collen both are Prisoners And every thing hath sorted to thy wish Only hath Heaven put it in my mind for he alone directed then my thoughts Although my meaning was most mischievous To tell thee thou hadst lost in certain hope That suddainly thou wouldst have stain them both For if the Princes came to talk about it I greatly feard their lives might be prolong'd Art thou not mad to think on this deceit I le make thee madder with tormenting thee I tell thee Arch-Thief Villain Murtherer Thy Forces have obtaind the Victory Victory leads thy Foes in captive bands This Victory hath crown'd thee Emperour Only my self have vanquisht Victory And triumph in the Victors overthrow Alphon. O Alexander spare thy Princes life Alex. Even now thou didst entreat the contrary Alphon. Think what I am that begg my life of thee Alex. Think what he was whom thou hast doom'd to death But least the Princes do surprize us here Before I have perform'd my strange revenge I will be suddain in the execution Alphon. I will accept any condition Alex. Then in the presence of the Emperess The captive Prince of England and my self Forswear the joyes of Heaven the sight of God Thy Souls salvation and thy Saviour Christ Damning thy Soul to endless pains of Hell Do this or die upon my Rapiers point Emp. Sweet Lord and Husband spit in 's face Die like a man and live not like a Devill Alex. What wilt thou save thy life and damn thy Soul Alph. O hold thy hand Alphonsus doth renounce Edward Aunt stop your years hear not this Blasphemy Empr. Sweet Husband think that Christ did dy for thee Alphon. Alphonsus doth renounce the joyes of Heaven The sight of Angells and his Saviours blood And gives his Soul unto the Devills power Alex. Thus will I make delivery of the Deed Die and be damn'd now am I satisfied Edward O damned Miscreant what hast thou done Alex. When I have leasure I will answer thee Mean while I 'le take my heels and save my self If I be ever call'd in question I hope your Majesties will save my life You have so happily preserved yours Did I not think it both of you should die Exit Alex. Enter Saxon Branden Tryer Richard and Collen as prisoners and Soldiers Saxon. Bring forth these daring Champions to the Block Comfort your selves you shall have company Great Emperor where is his Majestie What bloody spectacle do I behold Emp. Revenge revenge O Saxon Brandenburg My Lord is slain Caesar is doom'd to death Edward Princes make haste follow the murtherer Saxon. Is Caesar slain Edward Follow the Murtherer Emp. Why stand you gasing on an other thus Follow the Murtherer Saxon. What Murtherer Edward The villain Alexander hath slain his Lord Make after him with speed so shall you hear Such villanie as you have never heard Brand. My Lord of Tryer we both with our light Horse Will scoure the Coasts and quickly bring him in Saxon. That can your Excellence alone perform Stay you my Lord and guard the Prisoners While I alas unhappiest Prince alive Over his Trunk consume my self in Tears Hath Alexander done this damned deed That cannot be why should he slay his Lord O cruel Fate O miserable me Me thinks I now present Mark Antony Folding dead Iulius Caesar in mine arms No no I rather will present Achilles And on Patroclus Tomb do sacrifise Let me be spurn'd and hated as a Dogg But I perform more direfull bloody Rites Than Thetis Son for Menctiades Edward Leave mourning for thy Foes pitty thy Friends Sax. Friends have I none and that which grieves my Soul Is want of Foes to work my wreak upon But were you Traitors 4 four hundred thousand Then might I satisfie my self with Blood Enter Brandenb Alexand. and Soldiers Saxon. See Alexander where Caesar lieth slain The guilt whereof the Traitors cast on thee Speak canst thou tell who slew thy Soveraign Alexan. Why who but I how should I curse my self If any but my self had done this deed This happy hand blest be my hand therefore Reveng'd my Fathers death upon his Soul And Saxon thou hast cause to curse and bann That he is dead before thou didst inflict Torments on him that so hath torn thy heart Saxon. What Mysteries are these Bran. Princes can you inform us of the Truth Edward The Deed 's so heinous that my faltering tongue Abhorres the utterance Yet I must tell it Alex. Your Highness shall not need to take the pains What you abhorr to tell I joy to tell Therefore be silent and give audience You mighty men and Rulers of the Earth Prepare your Ears to hear of Stratagems Whose dire effects have gaul'd your princely hearts Confounded your conceits muffled your eyes First to begin this villanous Fiend of Hell Murther'd my Father sleeping in his Chair The