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Vertue betray'd, or, Anna Bullen a tragedy : acted at His Royal Highness, the Duke's Theatre / written by John Banks.
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Banks, John, d. 1706.
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1682
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plighted Troths And swore Eternal Faith Eternal Love By every Saint and every Star that shone Who then look'd down as joyful Witnesses And darted forth in all their bright Array To see our Loves that shin'd more bright than they Gent. My Lord the King and Queen are passing by North. Look you Romantick Sir behold your Mistress Whose Bride she is King and Queen Lords and Ladies pass over the Stage Northumberland follows the King Pier. By the Immortal Powers that gave me life And Eyes and Senses to believe 't is she It is the King and Anna Bullen Crown'd Why Father Rochford Friends is it not so And did she not like haughty Iuno walk Who as she held the Thunderer by the hand Lookt down with scorn on the low World from whence She came so did she cast a loathing Eye Upon the place where humble Piercy stands Now you are mute dumb as those Conjurations You hir'd just now from Hell to be my Ruine Ha! is' t not so Confess that it is so And I am blest own it and make poor Piercy happy Roch. Alas my Lord afflict your mind no more 'T is torment to your Friend to see you thus Pier. Friend say'st thou I disclaim that Name in all In Father Brother Sister and Companion Nature her self abhors it like the Plague And banishes that Guest from all her Creatures False Brother to the falsest Woman living Was it for this that I was sent from Court Was it for this the subtlest of her Sex Sent me a Letter with ten thousand Charms To let me know that I should write and should Be written to no more till my return T' avoid suspition as she said but 't was To flatter me that I should not mistrust her Roch. By Heav'n and all that 's true she 's not to blame Pier. Here Rochford rip and rear her from my heart Fast rooted as she is The Poison swells O lance it with thy Sword and give me ease She 's Hell she 's worse she 's Madness to the Brain I am possest and carry an Host of Devils For he that wears a perjur'd Woman here Has in his Breast ten thousand Fiends to scourge him Re-enter Northumberland North. Come my best Son the King Salutes thee Piercy Come see the Bride he has prepar'd for thee And think no more of Anna Bullen now Pier. Ha! bring me to her streight Is she a Woman A bright dissembling and protesting Woman Smooth as the smiling pittiless Ocean is by fits But then her Heart as Rocky deep and fathomless Has she a Face as tempting as the fair Deceitful Fruit of Sodom but when tasted Is rottenness and horrour to the Core Is she so kind that nothing can be kinder Nay were she Anna Bullen all without And Bullen all within I 'd marry her To be reveng'd North. Thou dost rejoice thy Father She is as good and beautiful as Angels And has ten thousand Pounds a year which added To thy Estate will make you far more happy Than Harry with his Crown or Anna Bullen Pier. Come bring me to her when shall we be marry'd North. When my Son pleases If thou wilt to Morrow Pier. To Morrow Now To Morrow is too late What must I waste a Day and lose a Smile The King with Bullen revels all this while Haste thou slow Sun when wilt thou bring the Morn And when oh when shall the long Day be worn That these triumphant Arms may seize my Bride And clasp her gently like a wanton Tide In Floods of Extasies I 'le drown and say Thus Harry and his Queen live all the day Thus he embraces her all o're and o're Whilst for each Kiss I 'le reap a thousand more And for each Pleasure they shall act that Night I 'le pattern then and double with delight But for that rarest Bliss we blush to own Spite and Revenge much more my Joys shall Crown Exeunt The End of the Second Act. ACT III. SCENE I. Enter Cardinal and Blunt severally Card. HAIL to the Sacred Queen of Wit and Beauty Hail to the Empress of the World that should be Blunt What News What Song of Comfort brings my Woolsey Methinks your Looks shine like the Sun of Joy And Smiles more glittering than your Robe appear Come for I long to be partaker of it Say is it Great Shall Bullen sink to Hell Shall this proud Exhalation vanish streight Or shall she still be Queen t' affront my Woolsey Card. No I 'd first pawn both Body and Soul to Hell For but a Dram of Poyson that would kill The Heretick Blunt Oh famous Cardinal Rome's Sacred Champion and the Saints of Rome What can reward thee but the Mytre here And when th' art dead a mighty Throne as high As was great Lucifer's before his fall Card. Have I not liv'd more splendid than the King More aw'd and famous than was Harry still Have I not scatter'd with a Liberal Hand And sow'd more Seed to Charity than all The Kingdom else Built such vast Palaces As neither Italy nor Rome can pattern Which England's Monarchs have been proud to dwell in Blunt And but for thee the Nation had been scorn'd Card. Who fram'd such sumptuous Embassies as I With such a Glorious Train of Servants deck'd As Germany and France both wonder'd at And thought that all the Nation follow'd me Whilst Tudor here as a less King than I Was serv'd but with the gleanings of my Pomp Blunt 'T was Woolsey our Great Master's greater Servant who as he rode to meet the Emperour Ere he approach'd first check'd his pamper'd Steed And stood at distance to receive that Monarch Whilst Maximilian as became him best First did unlight and first embrac'd my Woolsey Card. And have not I rul'd Harry and the Nation Shall then this strong Foundation of my Greatness Be undermin'd by such a Wretch as Bullen By the weak practice of a spleenful Woman A thing that I have made a Poppet-Queen Drest up by me to Act her Scene of Greatness And all her Motions guided by this Hand Blunt Shall she then Mount the Fame to ruine Woolsey Card. No by my Self that moment she attempts it She pulls a dreadful Tower upon her Head When I begin to totter if I must Like a huge Oak that 's leaning o're a Wall I 'le take my Aim and crush her with my fall Piercy's arriv'd there 's Aid for your Revenge Blunt I heard so and perceiv'd it by the Queen Card. By that she has discover'd the deceit And finds him Innocent now 't is too late This makes her careless to her own undoing For when the Amorous King comes loaded with Big hopes and thinks to take his fill of Joys Streight like the sensitive nice Plant that shrinks And on a sudden gathers up its Leaves When 't is but touch'd she will contract her Charms And shut 'em from him in her sullen Bosom As cold as Winter to his warm Embraces This when the vext and passionate King
of Heav'n I 'm wrong'd Ah Royal gracious Sir I 'm wrong'd King Unhand me or I 'le spurn thee from thy hold Seize seize on Piercy By my Life who begs To the Guards In his Behalf's a Traytor worse than he To North. who kneels Here is another Letter too it is from Norris Who much Commends your darling secret Beauties And sweetness of your Lips Yet you are wrong'd Here 's Notes of your Musician too that Charm'd you Eternal Hell where 's such another Monster I have more Horns than any Forrest yields Than Finsbury or all the City Musters Upon a Training or a Lord Mayors-Day Rise and Begon thou Fiend thou Sorceress Thy Power thy Charms like Witch-craft all have left thee Go you incestuous Twins make haste and mingle Your foul Adulterate Blood in Death together Oh they 're too long asunder Why dost Weep Go to thy Death and what 's a greater pain May Heav'n like me see all those Tears in vain Ex. King Attendants Roch. Ah Sister what dire Fiends must punish Rochford What will become of me the Cause of all Queen Fear not Heav'n knows thy Innocence and mine What tho' we suffer here a little shame 'T is to reward our Souls above and with Immortal Restitution Crown 'em there We two liv'd in one Mother's spotless Womb And then we scarce had purer Thoughts than now And shortly we shall meet together in One Grave Roch. O say not so Death dare not be so Cruel Queen Cease Brother cease say not a word in answer But lead me like a Valiant Man to Chains Come let 's prepare But first my Pomp adieu Kneels and lays down her Crown From Heav'n I did my Crown and Life receive And back to Heav'n both Crown and Life I 'le give And thus in humble posture lay it down With greater Joy than first I put it on Rises And now I tread more light and see from far A Beamy Crown each Diamond a Star But oh you Royal Martyrs cease a while Your Crying Blood that else must curse this Isle Of the Imperial ask it with my Pray'r For you are still the nearest Angels there Then Richard Edwards Henry all make room The first of slaughter'd English Queens I come Let me amongst your glorious happy Train Free from this hated World and Traitors Reign Ex. Ambo The End of the Fourth Act. ACT V. SCENE I. Enter Cardinal and Blunt severally Card. LUckiest of Omens do I meet my Iuno My Fair Illustrious Partner in Revenge Come tell the News that your glad Eyes proclaim Speak by thy Looks I know it must be well Is she Condemn'd Shall Rome be Absolute Shall Woolsey Reign and shall my Blunt be Queen Blunt 'T is as thou say'st most mighty of thy Function Greatest that e're adorn'd this Robe it is These Eyes saw the bright English Sun Eclips'd And what is more Eclips'd by Thee and Me Cast by her aweful Judges from her Height Guilty and sham'd as Lucifer from Heav'n And forc'd to beg it as the mildest Sentence To lose her Head Card. Then there 's an end of Bullen Blunt And what to see gave me the greater Joy Those Letters counterfeited by the Fool Her Brother were the strongest Proofs against her So the same Papers which by your Advice I got convey'd into her Cabinet Were the substantiall'st Circumstances found For which she dies Card. O Just and Sacred Rage Revenge Thou greatest Deity on Earth And Woman's Wit the greatest of thy Council Blunt We ought to veil before your Priestly Robe My Crown of Wit shall ne're stand Candidate With yours and yet I dare be bold to say This I and Malice would have done alone Without the mighty Aid of Woolsey's Brain Card. Then nothing's to be done by Fate nor Woolsey But take the vanquisht Crown from Bullen's Head And place it suddenly on yours Blunt For which My gracious Woolsey I will so reward you Enter to them Piercy Pier. Blackness Eternal cover all the World Infernal Darkness such as Aegypt felt When the Great Patriarch curs'd the fatted Land And with a Word extinguisht all the light Blunt See Piercy's here more mad than we are joyful Does 't not make young the Blood about thy heart T' see that our Revenge not singly hits But like a Chain-shot carries all before it Card. Let us avoid him you intend to see The Queen receive her Death But I to hide The Pleasure that perhaps the sight would give me Will pass this Day at Esher like a Mourner Pier. Behold the Sun shines still instead of Darkness Yon Azure Blue's unspeckled with a Cloud The Face of Heav'n smiles on her as a Bride The Day the Sun sits mounted on his Chariot And darts his spightful Beams in scorn of Pity ' Bates not a jot of the Illustrious Pomp He should have furnish'd on her Wedding-Day Heav'n looks like Heav'n still Nature as 't was Men Beasts and Devils every thing that lives Conspires as pleas'd at Anna Bullen's Fall Behold just Powers the Curses of the Land Stay you Amphibious Monsters Priest and Devil To the Card. and Blunt And Strumpet if it can be worse than both You far more dreadful Pair than those that first Betray'd poor easie Man and all Mankind Thou fatal Woman Thou and Serpent Thou By whose sole Malice oh that Heav'n should let it A greater Innocence this Day is fallen Than ever blest the Walks of Paradise Card. My Lord I shall acquaint the King with this And those just Lords the Judges of her Cause Whom your base Malice wrongs But I 'm above it Farewell Ex. Card. â—nd 〈◊〉 Pier. Bold Traytors Hell-hounds hear me first Stay you infectious Dragons do you flye Does Anna Bullen's Chastity and Virtue Writ in this Angry Fore-head make you start Exeunt Enter Diana to him What the fair wrong'd Diana's Face in Tears Can Anna Bullen's Miseries Attract The noblest of Compassion Pity from A Rivals Breast thou Wonder of thy Sex How far more Wretched mak'st thou Piercy still When I behold how much thou dost deserve And I so very little have to pay Dian. What Rocky-heart could have refrain'd from Pity To see the Sight that I did any thing But Man most Cruel Mankind would have griev'd Tygers and Panthers would have wept to see her And her base Judges had they not been Men Would have bemoan'd her like departing Babes Pier. Is Rochford too Condemn'd Dian. Alas he is Rochford and Norris both receiv'd their Sentence And both behav'd themselves like Gallant Men But for the Queen Ah Piercy such bright Courage No thought can Dictate nor no Tongue Relate When she was tax'd with that unnatural Crime Adultery with her Brother 'T is a Sin That e're it should be nam'd At first she started And soon an Innocent not Guilty Red Adorn'd her Face and Sainted it with Tears But streight conceiving it a Fault she Smil'd Wip'd off the Drops and chid the Blush away Pier. When I am Dead may my sad