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A29350
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The love-sick king, an English tragical history with the life and death of Cartesmunda, the fair nun of Winchester / written by Anth. Brewer.
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Brewer, Anthony, fl. 1630-1655.
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1655
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Wing B4426; ESTC R6509
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month sir he has not touch'd his Armor nor been i th' field to chear his Souldiers Osr. We now must make as great a suit to see him as if we beg'd for Tipes of dignity Cap. No more I see your griefs and all our ruins if we keep sile•t thus I le speak to him and venture life for such a general good if my plots fail my tongue shall boldly speak To touch his baseness though I lose my head I le die or win him from this strumpets bed Fear not to second me Har. Not I were death assur'd I le first begin A Souldiers best fight is to beat down sin Enter Canutus and a Guard Can. Double my Guards about her I will prove There 's no happiness on earth but love Cap. Most mighty Prince Can. Audacious Traytor wherefore com'st thou to us did we not charge thee to avoid the presence Cap. Your Father Royal Sir knew me a Souldier and I have fought for you yet if you please so I may speak make me your humble Martyr Can. Slave what wouldst thou say Cap. That which my life shall prove Y 'ave lost your conquest in a womans love Could you unty the vail Cupid has bound about your eyes and forehead you wo'd find she were not all so fair as you esteem her Nature was never so impartial to give to one to rob a million arm but your self and lead your Souldiers forth to win another City you shall find her beauty far out-strip'd sacred Leige if like a young man you take counsel ill Destroy me quickly it shall be my fame I di'd to win you from a Strumpets shame Can. Thou 'st spoke enough to damn thee Impudent Traytor go dye unpit•ied Though thou hast my hate thou shalt not have the honor of my sword o take away thy l•fe you of our Guard See a base death performed upon this Slave Capt. Farewel my Leige you once must have a grave Exit with Guard Har. My Resolution 's firm and I will speak though hell shu'd gape to swallow me alive What 's he chat's gon to death my Sovereign Can. A Traytor Harold to my best content Har. O pardon sir your rage has lost a man of more true worth then all this Nation He was not of that strain of Counsellors that like a tust of Rushes in a Brook bends every way the current turns it self yeelding to every puff of Appetite that comes from Majesty but with true zeal he faithfully declared the grief of all Pardon me great Canutus I must speak and let thy subject on his knee intreat the Kingly Lion yet to rouze his strength And chase those English that do only wound Because out Rescuer will not be found Can. Fond man how dar'st thou check our Appetite Hast thou forgot our frown can strike thee dead Har. I know 't and willingly lay down my head For 't is more honor by thy wrath to dye Then living to behold thy misery Which sure is coming on Can. Let it make haste Wee 'l beat it back with our triumphant Hoast Har. You cannot till you beat that wanton hence She has b•witch'd your senses mighty Lord Her Tresses like to Adamantine Chains Have let all heat but lust out of you veyns When she is gone your valor you 'l assume But while she stayes she doth your state consume Can. No more Go bid the Captains meet me in the Hall Tell 'em to morrow early wee 'l come down And in strange kind to all your eyes wee 'l shew We can command our self as well as you Away Har. I le do your will and hope for good event Exit Can. There is no hell on earth but discontent I feel my blood grows chil a sudden qualm in a deep Laethe seems to drown my joyes Enter Cartes But here comes she by whom those thoughts are gon Earths happiness as whose creation Nature spent all her stock Welcome my love to make our joyes full Go adorn thy self in all the richest Jems my Coffers yeelds Wear all the Jewels purchas'd with my crown and out-shine Dian in a Robe of stars Cart. For what my Lord Can. To please mine eyes and make all men admire thy Radencie Thy Beauty shall out-brave the glorious Sun Florish Somewhat Canu't must do to be talk'd on Exeunt Enter Mr. Randolph and his Sister in Mourning Rand. Fie Sister weep no more 't is time to lay by grief and with the death of your late husband now bury your sorrows Wife Shu'd I forget so soon so good a husband Rand. His goodness was your good your late dead husband has left you rich and full Executrix to be over-seen by Mr. Thornton whose care I cannot pass without some note For though his wealth be rays'd to Infinites he not forgets a servants love Wife Alas good brother I have woo'd him from it Rand. How Sister have you woo'd him Wife I from civility Methinks 't is unmannerly in me to see a man so much in state the better to be so like a servant to me I tell you I have woo'd him from it Rand. I think 't were better far he woo'd you Sister Wife Woo'd me For what Rand. For Love Sister Wife O •ie good Brother The very word would wrong my husbands grave Rand. Tush a Womans Sorrow has been in black to day in green to morrow Wife I but I am none of those No no I le never marry Rand. Come you are foolish think upon him Sister Hee 's rich man I tell you Hee 's now the wealthest subject England hath Wife O but my Husband Rand. Which of 'em he that 's gone or this to come Think of Mr. Thornton Wife Alas I am not his equal Rand. Tush you were once his Better hee 's humble still Wife Well I le speak no more on 't Rand. Well think on 't then Wife Hey ho Hee 's a very honest man truly and had my husband dyed but two months ago I might ha' thought on 't Rand. How fare you Sister Wife As a green widow sir Pray if you see Mr. Thornton say I 'd speak with him Enter Thornton and a Workman Rand. Are you there yfaith Sister See hee 's here already Thorn Spare for no cost and ply the Workmen hard I le pay 'em all they shall not want for mony have you tane the compass of the Wall Work We have to a foot sir Thorn How many Towers of strength may be erected dividing each distance by a hundred pace• Work 'T is cast already and the compass falls A hundred fourscore Towers to grace the Walls Thorn How high de'you raise the Walls Work As you directed sir full a hundred foot Thorn Right and twelve in bread•h Work Just so sir 't will be a pleasant walk to view the Town Thorn So I wo'd have it And therefore from the highest erect a Battlement above the Platform four foot high a'both sides both to secure and make the place more pleasant See it rais'd so Work I shall