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A50793
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The Mayor of Quinborough as it hath often acted with much applause at Black-Fryars by His Majesties servants / written by Tho. Middleton.
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Middleton, Thomas, d. 1627.
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1661
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Wing M1984; ESTC R14092
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to make doubt of it You question things that horror long ago Resolv'd us on Vor. Give me leave Horsus though Hor. Do what you will Sir question them again I 'le tell them to you Vor. Not so Sir I will not have them told again Hor. It rests then Vor. That 's an ill word put in when thy heart knows There is no rest at all but torment making Hor. True my heart finds it that sits weeping bloud now For poor Roxena's safety You 'l confess my Lord My love to you has brought me to this danger I could have liv'd like Hengist King of Kent London York Lincoln and Winchester Under the power of my Command the portion Of my most just desert enjoyed now By pettier Deservers Vor. Say you so Sir And you 'l confess since you began Confession A thing I should have died e're I had thought on Y'have mari'd the fashion of your affection utterly In your own wicked counsel there you paid me You were bound in conscience to love me after You were bound to 't as men in honesty That vitiate Virgins to give Dowries to them My faith was pure before to a faithful woman Hor. My Lord my Counsel Vor. Why I 'le be judg'd by these That knit death in their Brows and hold me now Not worth the acception of a flattery Most of whose faces smil'd when I smil'd once my Lords Uth. Reply not Brother Vor. Seeds of scorn I mind you not I speak to them alone whose force makes yours a power Which else were none Shew me the main food of your hate Which cannot be the Murther of Constantius That crawls in your Revenges for your loves Were violent long since that 1 Lo. And had been still If from that Pagan wound th'hadst kept thee free But when thou fledd'st from Heaven we fled from thee Vor. This was your Counsel now Hor. Mine 't was the Counsel Of your own lust and bloud your appetite knows it Vor. May thunder strike me from these walls my Lords And leave me many Leagues off from your eyes If this be not the man whose Stygian Soul Breath'd forth that counsel to me and sole Plotter Of all those false injurious disgraces That have abus'd the vertuous patience Of our Religious Queen Hor. A Devil in madness Vor. Upon whose life I swear there sticks no stain But what 's most wrongful and where now she thinks A rape dwells on her honour only I Her Ravisher was and his the Policy Aur. Inhumane practice Vor. Now you know the truth Will his death serve your fury Hor. My death Vor. Say will it do it Hor. Say they should say 't would doe 't Vor. Why then it must Hor. It must Vor. It shall speak but the word it shall be yielded up Hor. Believe him not he cannot do it Vor. Cannot Hor. 'T is but a false and base Insinuation For his own life and like his late submission Vor. Oh sting to honour alive or dead thou goest Stabs him For that words rudeness only 1 Lo. See sin needs No other destruction then it breeds in its own bosom Vor. Such another brings him Hor. What has thy vile rage stamp'd a wound upon me I 've send one to thy soul shall never heal for 't Vor. How to my soul Hor. It shall be thy master-torment Both for the pain and the everlastingness Vor. Ha ha ha Hor. Dost laugh take leave of it all eternity Shall never see thee do so much again Know th' art a Cuckold Vor. What! Hor. You change too soon Sir Roxena whom th' hast rais'd to thy own ruine She was my Whore in Germany Vor. Burst me open the violence of whirl-winds Hor. Hear me out first For her embrace which my flesh yet sits warm in I was thy friend and follower Vor. Deafen me Thou most imperious noise that starts the world Hor. And to serve both our lusts I practis'd with thee Against thy vertuous Queen Vor. Bane to all Comforts Hor. Whose faithful sweetness too precious for thy bloud I made thee change for loves Hypocrisie Vor. Insufferable Hor. Only to make my way to pleasure fearless free fluent Vor. Hells Trump is in that throat Hor. It shall sound shriller They stab each other Rox. enters in fear Vor. I 'le damme it up with death first Rox. Oh for succour Who 's neer me help me save me the flame follows me 'T is in the figure of young Vortimer the Prince Whose life I took by poyson Hor. Hold out breath and I shall find thee quickly Vor. I 'le tug thy soul out here Hor. Do Monster Rox. Vortiger Vor. Monster Rox. My Lord Vor. Toad Pagan Hor. Viper Christian Rox. Oh hear me Oh help me my Love my Lord 't is here Horsus look up if not to succour me To see me yet consum'd oh what is love When life is not regarded Vor. What strength 's left I 'le fix upon thy throat Both stab Hor. falls Hor. I have some force yet Rox. No way to scape is this the end of glory Doubly beset with enemies wrath and fire It comes nearer rivers and fountains fall It sucks away my breath I cannot give A curse to sin and hear 't out while I live Help help She falls Vor. Burn burn now I can tend thee Take time with her in torment call her life A far off to thee dry up her strumpet-bloud And hard y parch the skin let one heat strangle her Another fetch her to her sense again And the worst pain be only her reviving Follow her eternally oh mystical Harlot Thou hast thy full due whom lust crown'd Queen before Flames crown her now a most triumphant Whore And that end crowns them all He falls Aur. Our peace is full In you Usurpers fall nor have I known A Judgement meet more fearfully Here take this Ring deliver the good Queen And those grave pledges of her murthered honour Her worthy Father and her noble Uncle How now the meaning of these sounds Enter Hengist Devon Staf. Soldiers Heng. The Consumer has been here she 's gone she 's lost In glowing Cinders now lye all my joys The headlong Fortune of my rash Captivity Strikes not so deep a wound into my hopes As thy dear loss Aur. Her Father and her Uncle 1 Lo. They are indeed my Lord Aur. Part of my wishes What fortunate power has prevented me And e're my love came brought them victory 1 Lo. My wonder sticks in Hengist King of Kent Devon My Lord to make that plain which now I see Fix'd in astonishment the only name Of your Return and Being brought such gladness To this distracted Kingdom that to express A thankfulness to Heaven it grew great In charitable Actions from which goodness We taste our liberty who liv'd engag'd Upon the Innocence of womans honour A kindness that even threatned to undo us And having newly but enjoy'd the benefit And fruits of our enlargement 't was our happiness To intercept this Monster of Ambition Bred in these times of Usurpation The ranckness of whose Insolence and Treason Grew to such height 't was arm'd to bid you Battle Whom as our fames Redemption on our knees We present Captive Aur. Had it needed reason You richly came provided I understood Not your deserts till now my honoured Lords Is this that German Saxon whose least thirst Could not be satisfied under a Province Heng. Had but my fate directed this bold arm To thy life the whole Kingdome had been mine That was my hopes great aim I have a thirst Could never have been full quench'd under all The whole must doe 't or nothing Aur. A strange draught And what a little ground shall death now teach you To be content withal Heng. Why let it then For none else can y'have nam'd the only way To limit my Ambition a full cure For all my fading hopes and sickly fears Nor shall it be less we come to me now Then a fresh acquisition would have been Unto my new built Kingdoms Life to me Less it be glorious is a misery Aur. That pleasure we will do you Lead him out And when we have inflicted our just doom On his usurping head it will become Our pious care to see this Realm secur'd From the Convulsions it hath long endur'd Exeunt omnes FINIS