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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A25278	The siege and surrender of Mons a tragi-comedy, exposing the villany of the priests, and the intrigues of the French.	Ames, Richard, d. 1693.	1691 (1691)	Wing A2992; ESTC R37038	16,436	33

ACT. III. Scene 2. The Scene a fine Apartment Enter the two Abbots Grimchi and Vaneufe A. Van. Methinks Brother you look very chearfully to day these pleasing smiles of yours do not suit with the Calamity of the Times A. Grimchi What necessity is there I should be dull and cloudy because the Times are so A. Vaneufe Great reason our humours should always sympathise with melancholy occasions A. Grimchi No Brother I had a Cordial sent me to day from the French Kings own Closet shews a Purse of Gold smell on 't d' ye think 't is rightly prepar'd A. Vaneufe I believe I can match it shews another Purse 't is exactly the same Colour and prepar'd by the same hand I believe you know how to use it I suppose A. Grimchi I were a blockhead else Enter three Women 1 Wom. Oh Lord Father I am in such a fright I shall never be recover'd again 2 Woman Oh Father these Guns these filthy Guns have made me almost distracted 3 Woman Oh the Pains and Perils of Child-birth are but a flea-biting to the Fears I hourly suffer Oh! my poor Husband was thrown down in a Croud and has bruis'd his little Finger I 'm afraid he 'll never recover again A. Grimchi Forbear Daughters these sad complaints You must look further than the outward cause Heaven has a good design in these Afflictions To humble us and make us still more Vertuous 1. Woman I shall be humbled I think with a Witness I have neither washt my face nor comb'd my head since the siege began besides a large Trunk in our Garret took fire and burnt all my best Linnen 2. Woman Nay a Bomb that fell into our Yard spoil'd me nineteen Dutch Cheeses and five Firkins of Butter Oh Lord I 'm undone undone why I shall never eat a good Meal agen A. Vaneufe Patience Daughters patience 'T is Heavens High Pleasure and there 's no contending 3. Woman Oh these wicked French they have kill'd all my Poultry and the noise of the Cannons has sow'rd all the Liquor in my Cellar A. Grimchi Cease those Complaints as fruitless all we charge you By scratching of the Wound you make it fester 1. Woman I have not seen my poor Husband this three days I 'm afraid he was kill'd at the Horn-work 2. Woman And mine had been kill'd too If I had not lock'd him up in the Cellar poor Man A Bomb falls at some distance and makes a great noise at which the Women and Priests fall down flat on their Faces crying out W. and P. Oh Lord I am dead I am dead O Jesu Maria libera●nos Enter a great number of the most cowardly Burghers with other Rabble running hastily into the Room for shelter they stumble over the Priests and the Women 1. Burg. Hey day hey day here 's fine doings my Wife upon the Floor with two Priests they talk of Horn-Works in the Town I believe there has been some Works of that nature going forward here 1. Woman Oh Lord Hubby are you alive When the Bomb went off I fell in a Trance and fancied your Corps appeared to me and methought you were so stiff 1. Burg. Come come no more fooling After some time they all get up and every one bows to the Priests who bless them with the sign of the Cross and sprinkle Holy Water on them 2. Burg. Will our Misfortunes never have an end 'T is now a thing to me indifferent whether we keep Mons or no for my part I 'm undone already 3. Burg. And I too I am not worth the twentieth part of a Ducat 2. Woman Oh my Husband and I when we were first married had a great deal of good House-hold-stuff but 't is all destroy'd excepting a hard flock Bed and a joint stoc● 1. Woman I wish the French had the Town for my part so the Inhabitants were but at quiet 2. Burg. And I too let the Turk have it rather than live this sad noisie Life 1. Burgh But they say we shall be relieved by the Confederate Army 2. Burg. Yes by doomsday in the Afternoon A Grimchi Friends Citizens 3. Burgh Silence there silence there let the Father speak a great silence A. Grimch Friends Citizens Inhabitants of Mons By the offended hand of Heaven you suffer These sad Calamities of Fire and Sword Some very grievous Crimes you have committed Which thus has caus'd the Face of Heaven to frown Your Town besieged by the French has suffer'd All the Misfortunes that attend a Siege But they are Catholicks and so are you Shall these fall out Forbid it oh just Heaven The Succours which pretend they would relieve you Are Hereticks ' mark that my Friends the'yr Hereticks Would you to have your Town preserv'd by Hereticks Hazard the safety of the true Religion The Sacred Roman Apostolick Faith Consider this and tell me then yee sufferers Whether yee are true Christians yea or no 1. Burgh What think you Neighbour does Father Grimchi speak truth or no ha 2. Burg. A notable Speech o' my Conscience But how Father shall we help our selves F. Grimchi Will you for once my Ghostly Counsel take All. Ay ay all of us Father silence A. Grimchi Then putting on your most dejected looks Your selves and Wives shall to the Governour hasten But lest through hopes and fears you grow unruly The Reverend Father Vaneufe and my self Will go before you in a large Procession And tell him the Calamities you suffer And that 't is better to surrender far Than still to feel the dire effects of War All cry out A surrender a surrender we 'll Capitulate A. Vaneufe Let every one by different ways repair To th' Market place in less than half an hour Where we 'll assist you to our utmost Pow'r Exeunt the Rabble one way the Priests another ACT III. Scene 3. Scene the Palace present the Prince Ravilledo Pedro Fagell c. Prince NO Succours come Oh most ill tim'd delay Fagel Tho' Succours still we want yet 't is a pleasure To think how dear our Enemies have paid For this Attempt upon the Town of Mons The Duke de Maine and the Grand Prior of France Killed in the Trenches Megrim the Engineer Wounded in both his Arms and sent to Tournay 〈◊〉 and Vendosme hurt almost to death 〈◊〉 in their Attacques upon the Horn-Works 〈◊〉 lost at least above six thousand Men. A great Noise heard What Tumult can be this which dares presume T'infest the Palace at this time of Day Enter a Messenger Messeng. My Lord my Lord a most confused Rabble Of Men and Women headed by the Abbots Old Grimchi and Vaneufe are pressing forward And say that they have business with your Highness Prince I never lik'd the two fat Abby Lubbers They 're dangerous I fear go know their Business Exit Messenger I have a strange suspicion that these Villains Forgive the word have put th' unthinking Rabble Upon the Project of Capitulation Re-enter the Messenger Messeng. My

'em Heaven be Deaf to my Prayers Aside Rabble Come come along with us along with us Exeunt ACT I. SCENE 4. SCENE The Palace Enter Prince de Bergue Discoursing with Fagel and Spinosa with other Officers Prince I 'm glad to find that gen'rous Resolution Appears in both the Soldiers and the Burghers To keep the Town even to the last extremity Fagel Never did men appear with greater Brav'ry In all the Sieges History makes mention Then this of Mons. Prince Have the French form'd their Camp Fagel They 'r very busy in pursuit of Ruin Their Horse consist of two and forty Squadrons And in fit posts they now their Foot are placing Great numbers of the Boors they have compell'd To work upon the Lines and drain the Marshes As yet their Bombs and Cannon are behind Nor have they given us one kind Salute From mouth of Gun but hourly we expect it Prince Since in Civility they are so backward Let us then first begin And you Spinosa Go quickly then and order Colonel Harcourt With a pickt number of bold daring Youths Assisted by some few Dragoons and Hors● That instantly they make a furious Sally Upon the Foe and Heaven succeed their Arms. Spinosa I know my Lord the Message will be welcome Their youthful Blood is ready to boil or'e With Rage against the French with half that Eagerness They would not fly to the desired embraces Of the most charming of their Mistresses As now they will to Arms. Prince No Speeches Marshal Their Truth I doubt not execute your Orders Spinosa I go my Lord. Exit Spinosa Prince If my presaging hopes are true propheticks Our Enemies will soon repent this Visit. Enter one from the French Camp Officer My Lord A Messenger from the Enemy Prince Your Business Sir Mess. 'T is from the noble Marquess de Bouffleers Who to your Highness bid me give this Summons Prince Read it Captain To an Officer Officer Reads To you the Prince and Governour of Mons My Royal Master his kind Greeting sends And in his Name commands you to surrender The Town and Citadel without delay Which just Demand if proudly you refuse Himself attended with his Son the Dauphine And all the Flower of France will force you to 't Bouffleers Prince Go tell the Marquess from the Prince Bergue The King of France affords me too much Honour ●o come himself in Person to behold ●he brave Defence we are resolv'd to make Exit Messenger ●urrender Mons my dear lov'd Native Town ●s soon I 'd sell my valued Right of Birth ●ith Arms and plenty of Provisions stor'd ●e doubt not but to tire the Force of France ●carce thirteen years are past since they attempted ●o gain the Town but then they were repulsed ●t height of Noon and beaten from their Trenches ●y the brave Valour of the great Nassau ●ow Britains Monarch at the Hague Consulting ●he fittest Methods Christendom to free ●om servile Chains and Arbitrary Sway ●hich gladly France would on all Europe lay ACT II. SCENE I. ●ene the Duke of Luxemburghs Tent in the French Camp present himself the Marquess de Boufflers the Marshal de Duras Fevillade c. ●M Bouffl A trifling Loss and scarcely worth the naming 〈◊〉 the whole Action but five hundred slain ●d we must do our Eemies that Justice ●ey sallied out like Men inur'd to Arms. Luxemb Relieve the Centrys that have watcht so long To the Officers ●ture must have repose this stubborn Town ●l vexes me yet were our num'rous Army 〈◊〉 great as e're was chronicled in Story 〈◊〉 should be slain ev'n to a single Man ●re the Kings Pretentions should be lost Enter a Messenger Messeng. My Lord another Sally has been made 〈◊〉 Enemy attempting to demolish ●ind-mill to the Counterscarp adjoyning 〈◊〉 in the Action kill two hundred Men. ●uxemb Let them go on and surfeit with their Glory Fortune with these Successes does but flatter 'em Like Gamesters they at first have Lucky throws This tempts them on to venture deeper still Till they at last by one unlucky Chance Loose all their flatt'ring hopes and store of gain Boufflers Never was better tim'd this City's Siege Secure they liv'd not Dream'd of such Attacques The Governour of all the Spanish Netherlands Is at the Hague consulting how to form The Model of this present Summers War His presence wanting to inform their Actions Like men just rows'd from sleep they talk and act But 't is with such Confusion that they hardly Know whether that they act or speak at all Enter a Second Messenger Messenger My Lords his Majesty is with his Highness The Dauphin Conde and the Duke de Chartres Together with the chiefest of the Nobles Just now arrived in Person in the Camp And your immediate Conference commands Luxemb We go This Boufflers is the Soul of Courage When our great Monarch does himself appear At head of all his Numerous Troops in person This no small Comforts to our hopes does bring Cowards will Fight when headed by a King ACT II. SCENE II. A great Noise of Shooting is heard for some time after which the Scene changes to the City of Mons. Enter Fagel with several Officers Fagel Secure the Horn-VVorks mount the Canon higher And Fire so fast upon 'em that the Enemy May loose themselves in Clouds of Fire and Smoak I hate to Fight in Jest How fare the Troops to the Officers That you command are they all brave and lusty 1 Officer Like Soldiers in the most exalted sence They Fight and if of any fault they 'r guilty 'T is they expose themselves too near to Danger Fagel A Messenger is 〈◊〉 arrived in Town From our Chief Head th● Marquess Castanaga T' inform the Burghers if they still persist To keep the Town till timely Succours come They shall be free from Taxes Twenty years Had you but seen with what Excess of Joy The Message they receiv'd you would have smil'd Fighting tho not agreeing with their Temper Yet to be freed from Tribute are Valiant For they hate Taxes worser than the French Enter Collonel Brannacio embracing him Welcome thou Soul of VVar what sort of News From Brussels does the Lov'd Brannacio bring Col. Brannacio News is a Drug for all Discourse and Talk Is laid aside excepting Mons Beleaguer'd Of this the very Children learn to prattle And it is taken and reliev'd each hour 'T was by Disguise my self and some few more Got into the Town Fagel And how appears the Army Branac Dreadful enough in sight and apprehension ●o those who want true Courage to defy ●he Force of such a Formidable Foe ●met a Gentleman upon the Road Going in hast to the Marquess Castanaga ●inform him of the Present State of Mons ●nd press for speedy Succours for our Aid Fagel Tho Plenty never was esteem'd a Burthen ●t present we no Helps nor Aids require ●ovisions we have got so great a Stock ●o last four Months without the least Recruits ●ur Men are hearty and