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A70810 Queen Catharine, or, The ruines of love a tragedy, as it is acted at the New Theatre in Little-Lincolns-Inn-Field by His Majesty's servants / written by Mrs. Pix. Pix, Mary, 1666-1720. 1698 (1698) Wing P2331; ESTC R38010 37,145 61

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to the Earth like one fell'd by the Almighty Thunderer crawling in dust unable to Resist but thanks to my kinder Stars 't is past the Giddy Wheel has gone its round and terror on this Brow alone 's to be observ'd Brother proceed you In the search Cat. He shall not dare by my great Henry's Soul whose Little finger wou'd have tumbled your aspirings Down and crusht ye into nothing he shall not dare Glou. What has the Lyon cast his Skin is Tudor Cramm'd shaking in some close corner and left the Queen to Brave us Come fellow Soldiers we 'll seek this Lurking Rebel drag him from the hole whither His fears have led him and take his forfeit Head for coming whereall our Laws deny'd him Enter Tudor Tud No be thine the fears as thine 's the guilt as Thine's the name of Rebell this honest loyal Heart desies thy malice Cat. Away away my Tudor hold cruel Gloucester Hold Enter Isabella Isa Stand off and let me pass what mischief 's acting Here has Clarence done this and am I the cause Glou. Ha another Fury take her Thyrrold to thy dispose She 's wholly given you know the rest leave not a Rival room to hope least this opportunity proves Thy last Isa Touch me not Monster What have I done if I Am guilty let the injur'd Queen punish me let her Spurn me trample on me print me with a Thousand wounds I 'll not complain Thyr. You shall have no reason Madam but you Must retire 't is the command of him who now Is master here Isa I will not Sir oh save me Royal Madam from The cruel hands of these inhumane Men. Glou. Force her hence we other business have than to Mind her foolish fears Isa Help heav'n if the Queen denies help thou my Weakness help Oh help Exit forc'd off with Thyr. Cat. Alas distracted wretch but Why name I her when all my life holds dear is On the brink of ruin Tud Speak Edward what is my doom dauntless I Expect it I wou'd have met thee fairly in the field body to Body arm'd with Sword and Justice but I suppose You lik'd not that therefore now what you please Edw. Audacious Tudor thou threaten condemn'd for Thy Ambition thy haughty love is adjudged a Treason Capital even that Puny King Henry whom thou Pretendest to serve he had courage to Sentence thee Seize him Captain Command his head be strucken Off and fixt upon the Castle Wall Cat. Thro' this bosom whosoe'er comes on am I not Daughter of France and England's Queen have I no Power where are my Guards Alas I had forgot I 've None Tud Disturb not thus the quiet of thy Soul my everlasting Charmer Thy sorrows rack me more than all their Rage Come whither am I to be led Cat. Oh Tudor glory disdain and pomp are mine No more yet thou art mine thou art yet alive and for That precious life I will renounce the former yes Edward I read the fullen pride that fills thy eyes And gathers on thy brow Glut thee this way behold That Queen who shook thee with a nod fall thus Thy suppliant kneels Edw. And at this sight may Heaven and Earth be Witness oh Gloucester well hast thou fulfil'd thy word Not all the Crowns ambition covets England and France the noblest Diadems can please like this Thus did I kneel and thus was I repuls'd and oh fair Queen if I have lost my Soul for want of pity His life is poor amends Cat. Sure there is something in thee like the mixture Of a God and Devil I cannot beg my heart 's above it Yet spare him Edward for thy future fame Tud Oh torture not to be endur'd my life ask'd Of him him whose life I did command Edw. Ha! Cat. Oh stop bend to hard necessity thy words have Given him new rage canst thou behold these Low submissions for thy sake and frustrate all their Power Glou. You do indeed submit below your Character To save your wanton choise the Idol of your Lust Tud Villain I 'll tear out that Blasphemous tongue That has prophan'd a Chastity Thy Mother never knew Flies at Gloucester Glou. I always go prepar'd for such a hug lie there Presuming wretch Stabs him Tud falls Cat. Wither the arm that arm that gave the blow Curst be my Female weakness too that cou'd not save him Oh fatal aim speak to me once again sinks upon Tud Edw. Look to the Queen Gloucester thou hast done as men in power wou'd wish A cruel necessary act without the bidding Yet help me Brother for thou I find art steady And tenderness struggles with revenge Oh the Uncertainty of humane passion for Catharine I Wou'd once have died yet now have given her Sorrows severer much than death Cat. Ha! who have we here my Tudor bleeding These bubling wounds are none of thine If they are give 'em to me I feel 'em at my heart Tud My paradise on earth farewell Have patience Live for their dear sakes I leave behind My Children Oh farewell dies Cat. No we won't part so soon On these pale lips I will for ever ever lie Edw. The sight stupifies my senses Let 's to the field there in the clank of Swords I will forget this private murder For sure it cannot bear a better name Glou. Yes as I shall order it when the day is ours Which is now undoubted his death breaks their Forces Missing their Leader his Troops dismaid prove useless After Conquest it shall be given out That he was taken and beheaded Victory And Success will stop the mouth of unnecessary truth And leave the following Age in doubt Edw. Captain let the Trumpets sound Wake every Soldier with the voice of Battle For as the Sun must rise in blood so shall His evening be and he shall shine no more Till he beholds no Rival in the British Throne Gloucester dispose of Tudor as you please But to the Queen offer no violence Oh Catharine Oh fatal Beauty what ruins Thy Love has made Exit Edw. Cat. Ha who said that if I am curst in Love I 'll try to thrive in hate to thrive in curses Curst be Edward Curst be all his Race let 'em Prometheus like have their own bowels torn For they have prey'd upon my heart Glou. Have comfort Madam Cat. Comfort yes from thy bloody hand I wou'd Receive it Daggers Sword and Poyson are the only Comforts thou canst give or I desire Henry And Tudor both the rich prizes now of death Then why am I spared come on thou Murderer Strike this swelling bosom and let me mount to My Immortal Heroes see where my Tudor rises On a Fleecy Cloud all Crown'd with Radiant light Oh take me with thee he ascends A pace I cannot reach him I 'll tear this Clog Of flesh off bear me ye Whirlwinds near him Vain delusive joy cold and bleeding at my feet The dear one lies Oh my sick brain Glou. Sleep will give you ease Here
Conquests in the War Force from Crown'd heads their feeble Sceptres Then all our toyl and labour 's paid when we Behold how well the gawdy Robe becomes them Glou. Rather let the bright Circle tear tear Their beauteous Fronts and leave them horrid Aside As spightfull Nature has form'd mine I 'm of your mind my Lord observe how To Warwick Exactly my Brothers locks are curl'd Clar. I 'm glad to find you thus dispos'd my Lords And the Foe within our view Edw. I thought you knew not of their near approach Else what made you absent at our last grand Council You have yet been learning why the shining Court Of Catharine thus hovers near our Camp Forsaking her more peacefull Palaces She now is garrison'd in Ludlow Castle Clar. Of the motions that Beauty makes my Lord As I expected you are always first inform'd Warw. This discourse will be too hot Come You lovely branch of the Plantagenets Let 's view the Troops tho' a Courtier now Yet in the fight you 'll prove an English Hero Exeunt War Clar. Ex. Lords Edw. Brother come near My Lords pray retire Brother and Friend I long have sought these moments In which I might pour the secrets of my Soul Into your faithful Bosom Much I expect From thee tho' Nature seems thy body To have rufled up in haste the rich gifts Within have amply made amends for there Thou excellest all her humane Sons as far As they do thee in Empty Worthless tho' Beauteous forms Glou. For all my Step-dames gifts I only thank her In that she has firmly fixt my Faith and Love To you my Royal Brother and my Lord. Edw. Didst thou observe how Clarence frown'd and sigh'd When Warwick askt him to view our Troops The Court of Catharine's the cursed Cause There Oh! there the ignoble youth is ruin'd Glou. This I knew before But now I expected Something to hear related of the first The noblest and most perfect of our Race Speak Heavens appointed King why at the name Of Catharine's Court do I still observe A sigh a pause some sudden start of Nature Otherways unusual in your even temper It can't be Love for justly you are call'd The Royal Rover you wander o'er the Field Of tempting Beauty with wanton revelling Joy And if you crop a Flower the rifled sweet Is thrown neglected by to whither in some Forgotten shade nor ever did you make A business of what Nature meant a trifle By giving us desires so prone so apt So pleas'd with Change Edw. Since the decisive day approaches near In which the work of many years is fated Glory and Conquest wait that pointed time Or in the Field an Honourable death Give orders that we are not Interrupted And thou shalt hear the weakness of thy Brother Exit Gloucester and returns Glou. Silence and Secrecy wait upon your words Edw. I need not tell you Friend that I stood The first and dearest in our Father's Love Too well his partial kindness was exprest In my most Noble Liberal Education When first he brought me to that Mart the Court Catharine was Regent Introduc'd I view'd That Queen with extasie and strange amazement Methought she look'd and mov'd beyond her Sex And something whisper'd to my ravisht Soul She is a Goddess Glou. In those blooming years she was approv'd By all a wonder nor yet has fate or time Exhausted the vast stock she still appears As one that 's born to die a beauty Pray Sir proceed Edw. I kneel'd to kiss her hand but then forgot The Ceremony was over and rooted there Gaz'd on the pointed rays shot from those Globes Of Beauty her resistless Eyes till they Reach'd and pierc'd my heart Now the Martial Horse can please no more The Bow unstrung neglected lay and all The Glorious exercises of my forward youth Wherewith I had with Emulation strove To out do each Rival To Grots and Solitudes Retir'd I hid me from the busie World Gave up my self to thought To thoughts of Love and Rapture which perhaps Was not in her to give at least not ordain'd For me Glou. How cou'd you fear my Lord your Birth your Form And your abundant Wealth might give you hopes To gain your Mistress tho' she were a Queen Edw. Canst thou forgive the poorness of my spirit When I confess I serv'd that haughty Queen With all the lowest marks of servile Courtship Fled at her command trembl'd at her frown And at her anger dy'd at length resolv'd To know my fate beneath her feet I fell In dying Accents I confess'd my Love She with an unrelenting look reply'd It is impossible you never can be mine With groans and sighs I begg'd her change that Never That terror to the damn'd and death to me And all my hopes to any other word but she Deaf to my Prayers my Vows repeated often Remember Earl of March never never Glou. Foolish Woman to resist at once her glory And her safety some other Love I guess Gave this strong passion ease Edw. Yes on her side not mine no Gloucester Gloucester I was the constant'st Fool that e'er that Sex With more than Necromantique Charms enchain'd Till at last convinc'd that Owen Tuder Held the heart and person of the Queen Revenge despite of such a Rival cast Forth from my breast the darling God of Love Glou. How cou'd Tudor then escape your Vengeance Or did you not believe his boasted descent From Great Cadwalladar the British King So thought him a Plebeian beneath your Sword Edw. Let everlasting silence shrowd that truth And to after Ages in Oblivion's Grave May what I tell my Brother be forgotten I did pursue him with my eager wrongs But oh He foil'd my unexperienc'd youth And in the Combat overcame the Cause Since that curs'd moment I and my engines have Rais'd him plagues which he cou'd ne'er surmount And made Imperious Margaret his foe That furious Queen whose anger knows no end Now he 's confin'd to his own barren soil Hunted from Katharine's eyes those kindly rays That warm'd his passions even to extasie Glou. But now proud Margaret descends and courts That Tudor whom she has despis'd To assist her cause in this extremity In vain their weakned Forces can oppose My Godlike Brother whom Fate has doom'd Her Conqueror Edw. No doubt he obeys the summons and comes on To meet us there in the heat of all the battle Thro' the rang'd troops my Sword shall point him out Yes by my wrongs I swear by all the Racks Of disappointed Love my abler Arm Shall for the weakness of my Youth atone I 'll hack his beauteous body since even rage And envy must allow his Person lovely Till doting Katharine shall not distinguish His mangl'd Carcass from the meanest Slave's Glou. You speak with so much passion that if daily You did not quench your flames in dear variety I still shou'd think you lov'd the Queen Edw. The sweets of Love are gone my Friend but still The sting remains the
joyn'd with a lovely Cottage there won't Thou meet me with such desiring eyes there Shall I forget the bustle of the great and in thy Faithfull arms taste balmy slumbers which the Busie Statesman and the fair false one Never knows Enter Queen Catharine Owen Tudor in a Night-gown Ladies of Honour She comes Oh let me gaze eagerly as the Transported Tudor for Heaven only knows when I Shall behold that dear that lovely form again Tud Haste ye officious Virgins haste Off with all these useless shining Ornaments give her to My longings Oh fairest Catharine leave to thy Wanton Sex the care of dress let them use Art And Skill labour hard to make a little Conquest Thy eyes will do the work alone the Indian sweets And Aromatick Gums be theirs thy rosie breath Out vie's 'em all Cat. Oh how long is it since my ears have drank such Accents I cannot chide thy flatteries cause 't is Loves excess A Chair their for my Lord. Sits down Tud No here at thy feet grasping thy knees a happiness For which I 've courted every Power which day and Night has heard me beg of thee at length Relenting Heavens Cat. Does Heaven relent my Tudor Oh no that Hope 's too full of blessings if Heaven were reconciled Then we shou'd meet to part no more Tud Why have ye damp'd my rising Joys with the Detested thought of parting ye all righteous Powers if we must part again if my fond Eyes Must be snatched from what they dote on and Condemn'd to view objects which they hate Grant grant this milder doom close 'em in the night Of death least returning back to my despair I Curse that Providence I wou'd revere Cat. Hard Fate of greatness as if it were the Foe And opposite to love rarely descends but brings a train Of mischiefs Tud Yet 't is a glorious ruin thus to hover o'er my Queen to breath my Vows upon her Sacred bosom Tho' this breath were now my last is happier far Than to have lived a long insipid Age with some Ignoble Fair One taste of such Seraphick bliss is Worth the exchange of Nestor's years Cat. This is too much my Tador that soft maid just in the bloom Of Beauty might excuse a Lover's talking so I Must not hear extravagance like this Isa aside The dreadfull hour approaches uninterrupted time Has measur'd half its minutes and oh my Coward Heart beats faster than the warning Clocks Tud Ye all are triflers And not consider the impaciency of my desires nor the Cruel Fate which bounds my wishes and will bring my Foe the morning e'er I have whisper'd half the story Of my Love Cat. Fie my Lord my Isabella help me here ha thy Hands are cold upon me thou tremblest too see Tudor see my beauteous charge looks pale Speak what ails my choicest care Isa Something cold and shuddering like what We apprehend of death has seized me permit Me Madam to retire I shall soon recover but if I Do not if I die or ought that 's worse befall Upon my knees I beg a kind remembrace Cat. Alas she is much disorder'd lead her in with richest Cordials revive her sinking spirits and bring me Instant word Isa Oh love oh fate Oh Queen belov'd which shall I Follow direct me Heaven Exit Isa led off Cat. Her words disjoynted are yet sure there 's meaning in ' em Tud No more my Queen than what the story Of her love allows Cat. Forgive my superstition if I say I think it ominous My Isabella sickens when my Joys are fullest in Seeing you again Tud I have all my heart can wish without a further Thought My Heaven is here Cat. Ha! methinks I see a bloody hand that parts Our meeting arms it points towards thee and seems to Rain a shower of blood upon us Turn towards me Thou fatal Fantom on this devoted head let the Dreadfull omen fall but spare oh spare my Tudor Tud My Queen my Love my Life do with me what you will From the highest Turret hurl me down stab your Adorer rather than let me hear you talk as if Depriv'd of reason Cat. Did you not see nothing then Oh what was it of what Was the sad Idea made that got between my eyes and your Lov'd form Tud Hide thy fears within these faithfull arms which long to Clasp thee turn thy bright eyes into my heart Oh! that you cou'd there wou'd you behold your own Loved Image sitting Triumphant o'er every thought And ruler of each wish Cat. Still do I tremble and feel a terror o'er my spirits to which I cannot give a name Prithee do not Judge unkindly Of my weakness Tud No I must bless your tender care but sure were your Breast as full of Love as mine there cou'd not be a Room for any other passion Enter Esperanza Esp Murder murder I 'm pursu'd by Men or Monsters Of the night which from the Vault arise and Follow me with fury Cat. Then we are lost this door 's too weak resistance Fastens the door Tud Surpriz'd unarm'd Oh for a Sword Cat. Step my dearest Lord into this Closet whilst I Meet these bold Invaders there may be power in Injur'd Majesty to stop their Insolence Tud What must I be hid like a midnight thief or Pale Adulterer no no my Queen rather let me plant My naked breast against this pass and die defending it A noise Cat. They come I conjure thee Tudor By honour by love by whatever thou holdest dear By my desires which still were sacred enter here Tud I will obey tho' I am convinc'd 't is not evading my Fate but receiving the death they bring a baser Way as if I fear'd it Exit into the Closet A noise without Glou. Break down the door We must have entrance Cat. Help there ring the alarm Bell I am beset It must be Villains some robbers of the Camp for Plunder who notwithstanding the General 's grant for Peace disturb my rest and fright me to destraction Ring out the Alarm Bell Thyrrold where are ye Glou. without We are your Friends The King is here open the door Else we shall break it if you talk of Peace give Not cause for Violation Thyrrold is with us and all That he commands Cat. Then opposition is in vain Enter Edward Duke of Gloucester Sir James Thyrrold and Officers Cat. Ha! is this the Courage the Plantagenets pretend to Making War on Women attacking a defenceless Queen Whom their own promises if they were binding Had secur'd Edw. You first broke the Articles by sending succors To your Son and by harbouring Traytors proclaim'd Cat. Sure till you enter'd these Walls held none Unless 't were he which trembles there behind Pointing to Thyrrold Edw. He has done his duty Catharine in vain you dress your face in frowns Those imperious looks are unregarded now there Was a time yes shame to my weakness there was A time when half that rigour cou'd have struck Me groveling