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Henry the Third of France, stabb'd by a fryer, with the fall of the Guise a tragedy acted at the Theatre-Royal / by Thomas Shipman.
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Shipman, Thomas, 1632-1680.
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1678
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Wing S3441; ESTC R11164
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know not where to flie Exit Enter Grillon and Souldiers Gril. Death I am come too short 'T was briskly fought But will make large amends when I come to 't Enter Captain and Souldiers Capt. Let 's beat this party out they 'l quickly run And then the Plunder and the Fields our own Yield or you die to Grillon Gril. Dog seest thou in my face The least point of a line that looks so base Were 't thou now Iove himself in that disguise In thy Arms Thunder Lightning in thy Eyes Thus would I charge and to thy ruin prove Grillon would die or trample upon Iove All fight Cap. How Grillon Then we 're lost Offers to flie Gril. Fool Wilt thou flie Stays him And lose the fame by Grillon's hands to die I 'le be more kind and here the favour 's shewn Consulting thus thy glory and my own Kills him and beats his Party off Enter Navar and Souldiers Gril. Ha! Who art thou that looks so like a Man A thing I met not here since I began Thou art worthy of my Sword Offers to fight Sould. Hold 'T is Navar. Gril. Death Sir what made you venture out so far Your Valour 's great and great should be your care Nav. This Party of Du Mayns I have pursu'd Until I lodg'd them here within the Wood. Being resolv'd to see the Coast was clear Before I marcht and I shall soon be here Enter a Souldier What makes thy haste The news Soul Your Scoutes Sir ' spy Two Squadrons of Du Mayn's that hover nigh Nav. To horse Soul To horse Nav. My service to the King to Grillon My Arms and duty to his aid I 'le bring Grillon farewell be watchful Exit Navar cum suis. Gril. When y 're gone I shall too many be altho alone Command 'em sound to horse Exeunt Milites Enter a Souldier Soul The King is near Hearing the fight Gril. I shall attend him here Command some in to carry off the Dead Exit Souldier Enter Souldiers with Gabriel Soul This Woman Sir we took she swiftly fled Her fear speaks guilt Gril. Ha! What art thou I see Sure thou art either Fame or Victory I could not love thee else Whate'r thou art Thou art the first e'r conquer'd Grillons heart Gab. Talk not of conqu'ring Sir I beg your aid Altho I see my Enemy there dead Points to the Captain Gril. Were all the World thy Foes let Grillon be Thy Champion they should be as dead as he Souldiers leading in Armida Soul We found this other Sir in the same case Gab. O my Armida let me thee imbrace Imbrace Art thou in safety Dear Armida tell Armid O dearest Madam that you were as well Gab. Blest be our fate Imbrace again Gril. Let me as happy be Offers also she puts him by Death Madam know I love you more than she Gab. Let your requests then Sir declare that love Gril. How Daunted I can neither speak or move Stands amaz'd Armi. The place of our abode is very near Gab. Our wishes and good Fortune wait you here Exeunt Gabriel and Armida Grillon walking confus'd and arms cross Enter King Revol Larchant Guesile and Guards King What Apparition's that that walketh there Revol 'T is Grillon or his Ghost Sir King Le ts hear Listens Grillon not seeing them Gril. Who would believe a Woman could obtain A Conquest here ne'r purchast yet by Man My Spirit 's flat their former vigours cease Trumpets sound harsh and now no longer please My humour 's chang'd I can no more delight To whet my Sword or keep my Armour bright King who e'r rob'd Grillon of his former mind Discovering himself Was much to me but more to France unkind Who is the Thief Gril. A Woman Sir I lie An Angel Some Court Lady of the Skie O Sir Your Grillon's lost your Grillon's gone Ne'r more expect to see his Armour on Perfum'd and curl'd in Silks he 'l dance all day All night his limbs on downy Quilts he 'l lay And sing his threats and smile his frowns away King Whence is this change Gril. Beauty Sir is the cause Beauty that conquers Kings and tramples Laws King Consult thy glory Gril. Farewell War and Fame My breast must cherish now another flame King What is this Beauty she ev'n makes thee mad Gril. O Sir she 's something more than can be said Fancy a Sword drawn at a trembling Foe Brighter than mine brighter than Cherubs know Her Beauty shines at once and conquers so Her Brows are ready bent like English Bowes And can as easily conquer France as those Her Eyes two bullets shot with swifter flame Than ever yet from murd'ring engine came King How he describes her in his Martial phrase And acts a Souldier in a Ladies praise Where is she Grillon Gril. Sir I know not well King Who is she Man Gril. Death Sir I cannot tell King Thy Iuno must not be to us allow'd And thou art jealous tho she 's in a cloud Gril. Had I the pow'r to reach the Sun that Eye Of Heav'n it self I 'd pluck it from the Skie Least it should look and love as much as I. Revol There are not Arguments enough to prove Grillon's high Soul can stoop so low as Love Cupid but vainly aims his slender dart Against the breast-plate of a vig'rous heart To that weak Passion only they 're inclin'd Who have the deep Consumption of the mind King You cannot blame him if the Lady be But half so fair as he describ'd to me Gril. Remember how I prais'd her Sir to you 'T was very much and yet far less than true Gather those praises all into one Store Add thousands and she merits thousands more King Well here 's some comfort left altho she 's fled We have the Souldier tho we 've lost the Maid Gril. No prize at all you had as good have none For what 's a Souldier when his heart is gone King To bring thee succour I did hither move Expecting War but am surpriz'd with Love Gril. What War 'Sdeath Sir what had I more to do When Cowards flie let other men pursue Grillon below himself can never move I conquer'd first and then had time to love The King Sir of Navar was here and fought To Blois his Army will be quickly brought King The stubborn Leaguers then confront we shall And make them either yield to us or fall Order our march to Blois Gril. Pray leave me here She said the place of her abode was near King In thy attempts may'st thou successful prove And as in War so triumph now in Love Exeunt omnes praeter Grillon Gril. Tho from their trouble I my self have sav'd I 'm Pris'ner still to my own thoughts enslav'd There 's no confinement like that of the mind All other Bondage may releasements find Those eyes that fetter'd me must set me free No other help for my captivity With what despair my strongest hopes are crost Since both my Iailor and the Keyes are lost
l. 29. speak p. 36. l. 30. do more p. 38. l. 13. make p. 48. l. 7. in this p. 49. l. 24. can fix a. l. 25. inflam d Gellies p. 50. l. 9. disease p. 55. l. 4. has p. 60. l. 28. r. publick act p. 66. l. 15. two p. 68. l. 6. nor ever p. 69. l. 24. descants l. 34. by th'Guards p. 65. l. 2. Thousands of Souls Epilog l. 4. dele own The Persons Re-presented HEnry the Third King of France Loves Chateauneuf and Gab. Henry King of Navar Loves Gabriel Henry Duke of of Guise Loves Gabriel Francis Cardinal of Guise Grillon Collonel of the Guards Loves Gabriel Guessle Proctor General Revol Secretary of State Plessis Secretary to Navar. Pericart Secretary to Guise Larchant Captain of the Guards Commolet a Iesuit Fryer a Conjurer Burgoin Prior of the Iacobines Iames Clement a Iacobine Novice Commanders Souldiers Spirits Attendants Guards c. Gabriel de Estree Mistress to Henry the fourth Chateauneuf Mistress to Henry the Third Armida Friend to Gabriel Bonneval Friend to Chateauneuf Attendants c. The Scene Blois remov'd at th'Fourth Act to the Camp at St. Clou before Paris TO THE Most Illustrious Prince IAMES Duke of Monmouth and Buckleugh and General of His Majesties Armies Knight of the most Noble Order of the Garter and One of His Majesties most honourable Privy Council c. WHen Wars were rumour'd or great Dangers near Mars then was sought his Temples crowded were From You great Sir and from your Flaming Blade Our Eden boasts her Glory and her Aid Not Eden only with your beams you gild But like the Sun-shine upon ev'ry Field 'T is duty then our Lawrels we should bring As Offâ—rings to the Pow'r that makes them spring They ' mplore great Sir your influence and your aid Lawrels themselves of Thunder not afraid Were Muses mortal Halters might 'em fright From speaking truth as some from acting right 'T is vain to fear th' effects of Iesuits rage If You great Sir vouchsafe your Patronage What Gen'ral e'r began with more renown At once to guard the Myter and the Crown Charls is our Iove in 's Conduct blest we are And Monmouth is his Thunderbolt of War Witness the French at Mastricht who with shame Kindled their Valours at his gen'rous Flame You were the ruling Genius of the Field Their empty veins your Spirits only fill'd You taught 'em how to Conquer rais'd their Name 'T was You advanc't their Trophies lent 'em Fame Which on a brave Design you did bestow That is to make them fit to be your Foe Rais'd by your Acts at higher things they aim To follow Monmouth is the Road to Fame Europe at their successful Arms amaz'd Lookt pale and all its trembling Princes gaz'd On Brittain's mighty Monarch fixt their Eyes Whose greater puissance did 'em more surprize For English Conquests swiftly'r might advance Since England more than once had Conquer'd France But then rememb'ring Charls as Iust as Great His Help as their last refuge they intreat Mons is besieg'd and ready to be ta'n Monmouth being absent other hopes were vain At your approach the Gallic flame expires Thus does the Sun put out the weaker Fires Your very Name did weary'd Mons release Made the French fly and truckle to a Peace Swift as the Lightning and as piercing too Iove thus on 's Eagle at the Gyants flew The Ancient Romans did some fear betray To pinion Victory and force her stay She like their Conqu'ring Eagle courts your Hand And will kill surer by your Conduct mann'd What e'r she â—â—ies at must your Quarry be Who can resiâ—â— Monmouth and Victory The fiery Mars is pow'rful in his Sphear Yet loses Virtue when concern'd elsewhere Our Mars a gen'ral influence can afford There is his Sphear where e'r he draws his Sword In such exploits Caesar was never skill'd First to teach France to Conquer then to Yield Thus AEolus with his impetuous Bands Charging the Lybian Desarts drives the Sands Into a Mountain which his Trophy stands 'Till changing sides He rallies in the Air His Troops and then Commands to sound to War The lofty Pageant tumbles to the ground And 's Trophy now is in it's ruines found By your Graces most humble and most Devoted Servant Novemb. 1678. Thomas Shipman Henry the Third OF FRANCE ACT. I. SCENE I. The Court at Blois Enter Guise Cardinal Pericart Guise WHat shall the Providence of our Fate be vain In being sprung fro' th' blood of Charlemain Shall those rich streams like Iordan's silver floud Be lost i' th' dull Sea of Hugh Capets blood Shall th' Name of Valois flourish o'r Lorrain Our Golden Lillies wither with disdain No! tho in azure Field so long they stood I 'l drown their splendors first in fields of blood Car. This resolution 's brave and nobly flies Unto a pitch worthy the Name of Guise Nor does our Princely House derive its fame As this was all from Charlemains great name No we have other boasts as just and fair Since from great Clovis we descended are Clovis the first of all our ancient Kings Who made the Roman Eagles droop their wings He who the Monarchy of Gaul did found And with the sacred Cross the Lillies crown'd Per. Eleven of 'em Kings from Charlemain Of whom five did the Western Empire gain Charles of Lorrain the last of that great Race Outed by Capet who usurpt the place Car. Yet Heav'n reveng'd our wrongs as witness bear The English Lions who so oft did tear Our Lillies from their stems and did advance Their Ensigns on our Walls and conquer'd France Guise Look but how judgement prosecutes them still What England once has done again she will That British Harpy who robs all the gain And watches o'r the golden Mines of Spain Whose Canvas wings about the World have flown As by that charm she 'd circle in her own A Virgin Who her neighb'ring Kings outbraves Scorning to match with her intended Slaves This Heretick this Woman dares combine Against our League and with Navar does joyn She flatters him and fools the King t' advance Her swelling hopes in captivating France Car. Yet see how Heav'n our great designments mind In this rare Providence just now design'd Th' invincible Armada for us waits And domineers now in the British Streights To conquer that small Island will be more Than the new World the Spaniard gain'd before Guise And conquer'd it must be This Navy vast Seven dayes ago near unto Calais past When it was first presented to my eyes As up the briny Convex it did rise Methought it seem'd just as the World did peep When first it rose fro' th' bottom of the Deep The Waves o'r burden'd with the Ships they bore Fled from the weight and panted on the shore Car. When this Elizabeth's no more a Queen Navar has not one hope to step between Him and his ruin for when Heav'n's so just To make the Valois fall as fall he must The Hollander dares