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The heroick-lover, or, The infanta of Spain by George Cartwright ...
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Cartwright, George, fl. 1661.
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THE Heroick-Lover OR THE INFANTA OF SPAIN By George Cartwright of Fullham Gent. LONDON Printed by R. W. for Iohn Symmes at the Cross-Keyes in S. Pauls Church-Yard near the little North-door 1661. TO THE High and Mighty MONARCH OF GREAT BRITTAIN CHARLES the Second King of England Scotland France and Ireland Defender of the Faith c. Resplendid Sir I Had both consideration and modesty enough to have forborn this sawcy atempt in the Dedication of this Heroick-Lover to Your Royal Self but when I called to mind the many and extraordinary favours Your Majestie received aâ— the Spanish Court in Your sad necessitated retirement thither who next to Heaven were both the Preservers and Restorers oâ— Your Royal Person here I should have committed a double sin in recommending the protection of this Infanta to any other but Your Majestie the one of ingratitude to their unparallel'd courtesie and the other of injury and offence to Your sacred Majestie in presuming that any was more willing or more able to defend her then Your Greater Self It is a Poem consisting more of fatal Truth then flying Fancy penn'd many years ago but not published till now the Muses among our sad misfortunes here suffering an Ecclipse which I hope Your most Illustrious Rayes will over-power and give an encouragement suitable to so high and noble a faculty as other your Majesties Ancestors have done more especially that never to be forgotten Martyr and Mirror of our Age Your Majesties most Resplendent Father What discountenance soever it shall meet withall in the world so it hath but the honour of Your Royal approbation it will be more then sufficient to protect Your Majesties most Humble and Loyal Subject George Cartwright The ACTORS The Scene in Poland The King Of Poland The Prince His Son in love with Francina but married to Princess Flora the Iâ—fanta of Spain The Princess Flora the Infanta of Spain The Princes wife The Cardinal The Kings Favourite The Lord High Admiral Of Poland The Lord Marshal Of Poland The Lord Controuler Of the Kings Houshold Zorates Lord High-Chamberlain Selucious Lord President Nonantioâ—s A Noble man and the Princes confident in love with Francina Bellarious A young Lord brother to Francina and in love with Symphrona who in his return from France was took by the Turks at Sea and afterwards escaped and then turned Hermit Francina A handsom Lady beloved of the Prince who upon the death of Nonâ—ntious tuâ—ned â—un Symphrona A beautiful Lady Mistress to Bellarious who upon the report he was taken by the Turks turned Nun fearing he would never get his freedom Sotus and Lycas Two of the 〈◊〉 Houshold servants Expedâ—cous Servant to the Lord Controuler Crocus Servant to the Lord Chamberlain Guard and divers otherâ—â— THE Heroick-Lover OR THE INFANTA of Spain The first Act the first Scene Enter Lycas and Sotus Lycas KIngs with their Greatness have their troubles too And many times are puzled what to do Shifting from place to place to find out rest So are their heads with discontent possest According to the Nature of the times Or else proceeding from their proper crimes Requiring sometimes more then is their due Or else refus'd what them belongs unto No man not knowing so to hold the scale As hinder King or Subject to bewail Sotus Good faith 't was ever so and so 't will be So long as at the Court dwells Flattery So long as private end shall challange place As only Favourite unto his Grace How is it likely he should see aright When he must see but by anothers sight Lycas Which is the cause so many men complain And that so few do come away with gain Did mens requests come to the Princes ear More courteous to them sure he would appear Then let them sue for that which is but just So many years as now adayes men must Sotus The City's weary and the Countrey too And something shortly murmure for to do They will no longer have the King abus'd Nor let themselves so rigidly be us'd But how to do 't they are not yet agreed Out of the Court such netles for to weed Lycas Pray Heaven they may do all things for the best Procuring to the King and Kingdom rest Shoo'd they reform things with too strict a course Instead of mending they woo'd make things worse It is no small a matter to know how To win a King and make a Subject bow Sotus Report sayes that they do intend by Bill Unto the King to shew his Subjects will How that they are by Taxes so opprest They cannot live nor in their houses rest For Maltuties which have thereof the charge To scrue the people by Commission large Gave from the Cardinal whom they 'le demand For satisfaction at his Royal hand Lycas They may demand but 't will be but in vain For of his Grace they will not him obtain Sotus If that by fair means they can't compass it They will by foul endeavour him to get Exeunt The second Scene Enter Prince alone Prince HAd I my fair one in this silent Grove To tell my passion and declare my love How short this day woo'd unto me then seem And how much give its howers to redeem Where at my ease I might behold and court And fear no living creature to report The stolen blisses which I might receive If she were pleased so to give me leave Tell her how ev'ry day augments my flame And that 't is she alone can quench the same How much her eyes have made a Prince a slave Which does rejoyce that honour for to have Enter Nonantius Non. The King your Father sent me you to seek And tell you too that with you he woo'd speak Prince I am not lost except it be in love To tell how much the object me do's move But where 's his Highness 't is not long ago I left his Grace pursuing of a Doe Nonant He is return'd implease you and does set Now with his Counsel of the Cabinet Prince Well I come but before I hence depart I must and will disclose to thee my heart Of all my Fathers Subjects thee alone I have pickt out to make my passion known I doubt not of thy secrecy and zeal And therefore with thee I will plainly deal 'T is fair Francina lodges in my brest And moves me so I cannot take my rest I prethee tell her that I love her so And press her likewise to believe me too That for her sake I value not my Crown Nor yet my Fathers nor my Subjects frown Nor Heaven it self shoo'd Heaven oppose my heat My passion is for her so monstrous great Non. Sir may I speak and not your Highness move She merits well but not from you such love You are a Prince and heir unto a King Which is upon my word no little thing Consider well your birth and your degree And you will yield 't is your infirmity To love with passion one so much below Your rank
thereof I shoo'd be glad to be Withall my soul to serve your Majestie All my ambition is implease your Grace In your favour to have a servants place And to your Laws so like a Subject live That to your people I may pattern give King You are not only fair but humble too But such humility becomes not you It does become you better ev'ry way Sweet Madam to command then to obey Which like a Princess freer then in Spain You in our Kingdom shall command and raign But what can we unto these Grandees say For all the pains that they have took this day And to these Beauties which have left Spain sad And full of tears and sighs to make us glad But bid them welcome to our Royl Couâ—t And study how to make their time seem short G. C. FINIS UPON Hells High-Commission Court set to Judge the King Ian. 1648. JUst as I enter'd that Majestick Hall Where Gog and Mâ—gog must be Judge and all Upon the Person of a King so good His only fault was he was not understood Where to my view the first thing did present With such excess of sad astonishment Just at the upper end a scarlet Throne Dy'd with the blood of many a loyal one Oh horrid I cannot go no fâ—rther Their intent is his Majestie to mâ—rther UPON The horrid and unheard of Murther of CHARLES the First King of England Scotland France and Ireland the 30 th of Ianu. 1648. WHy how now George where is thy Muse become Or is 't thy sorrow mak'st thee thus so dumb Shall Heav'n and Earth the Death of Charles deplore And thou as unconcern'd not say no more Or is the matter of so high a strain Thou can'st not reach it with thy weaker brain Then sigh it out and with a lusty tear Threaten a Flood to this unlucky year Insatiate men insatiate did I say Blood-thirsty men I meant to take away The best of men the best of Kings e're raign'd VVho liv'd a life unspotted and unstain'd VVhose vertue was his fall for had he bin In love with any thing but like a sin He had escaped their Tyrannique Laws 'Cause he'was bad and for no other cause But he was good nay Goodness it self he was And why they murther'd him that was the cause TO CHARLES the Second King of England Scotland France and Ireland upon his thrice happy return into England after twelve years Banishment AS in a tedious Winter ev'ry Plant Seems dead and out of life and all for want Of the Suns presence so Great Charles did we Like dead men seem and all for want of thee But when the Winter 's over and the Sun Returns again to this our Horizon How ev'ry thing revives which we call Spring Ev'n such is the return of Charles our King But Heav'n is kinder to these Plants below 'Cause innocence is all that they do know Their Winter therefore is but short to ours We having had dayes unto their howers Which is no less a wonder that we live Wanting so long that influence that shoo'd give Us life and vigour lying in the Root Which was grub'd up 'cause we no more shoo'd shoot But as it happens oftentimes we see In taking up of Roots that there will be An off-set two or three left in the ground Which by some skilful honest hand if found And planted carefully from thence may spring Stock sufficient as may from Charles our King Which Heav'n we supplicate that 〈◊〉 may raign He and his Off-spring till Shilo comâ—s again UPON King CHARLES the Second His Birth-day and his happy return in May 1660. THrice happy day and happy Moneth to be Thus twice so great a friend to Monarchiâ— The very Moneth that gave Great Charles his breath Gave breath to us redeeming us from Death From Death said I from dying ev'ry day And yet to die coo'd not find out the way Grim Death compar'd to what we suffer'd then So great a kindness was Those Tyrant-men Woo'd not allow us but by little and little T' increase our pain and so consume our mettle This was th' Egyptian bondage we lay under Which made the Lord come in with such a wonder That without one drop of blood or one tear Has re-inthron'd our lawful Prince this year So great a mercy that we may deserve From Heav'n nor him in duâ—y may we swerve TO MY Lord General MONCK Upon his opportune coming into England THou great Restorer of our antient Laws To whom we cannot give too great applause Ride on victorious in thy great design Gods real foes and ours to undermine Where had we been by this time hadst not thou Just in the nick of time come in I vow We had been lost and utterly undone And which is worse Religion had been gone But Heav'n be praised for this happy change Though to fanatique men it seemeth strange Well do the rest that we expect from thee And second of this Kingdom thou shalt be Which will more honour be unto thy name So for to live then die with dirty fame UPON The Death of the most Illustrious and unparallel'd Prince HENRY Duke of Glocester THou that hast been my Companion all my life Leave me not now I prethee in my grief Leave me not now in this great time of need To help t' express the Cause that makes us bleed No wonder that the Court is now so sad And that the Country everywhere is clad With Sighs and Tears the cause thereof being known Is able to dissolve the hardest stone Hard Fate you might have well forborn this spight And not have rob'd us of so great a Light A lesser might as well have serv'd your turn But that you had a mind to make us mourn But that you had a mind to make us grieve And all our expectations to deceive For one so young so wise was never known So grave in carriage sure but he alone So sound in judgement and so great a reach In State-affairs the wisest he might teach So humble too withall so well did plaâ—e What e're he said and spake with such a grace He took his Hearers with a double band Of Love and Reason and so amaz'd woo'd stand This is our grief our sorrow and sad loss Pray Heaven his Death prove not to us a cross Upon the just Judgement of His Majesties unjust JUDGES BUT now they 're come to Judgement Heav'n is just And tho 't be long before he questions Dust They shall not go unpunish't for that thing That horrid thing of murthering their King ' Twâ—s bad enougâ— against theâ—r King to rise But ten times worse their King to sacrifise But worst of all under a shew of Zeal To rob the Church and spoyl the Common-weal And so make God the Author of their ill Pretending 't was his pleasure and his will Thus how from sin to sin the Devil draws Ambitious spirits to infringe Gods Laws Still prompting them from what is bad to worse Until they 're fitted for his heavy Curse Mercy is an Attribute it is true VVhich properly to Heav'n belongs unto And he that shews it shews himself like God Yet God is said to have an Iron Rod. VVhen he vouchsafes to pardon 't is to those Will never more offend him which he knows And yet some sins he will not pardon neither That 'gainst the Holy-Ghost and Abels brother Nor those that shall so eas'ly pardon those That still continue his obdurate foes Blood requires blood but oh holy murther Is that which Heav'n it self will never smurther Nor can we hope a blessing fâ—om above So long as one alive among us move UPON Her Majesties the Queen MOTHER Return into England in October 1660. GReat Queen of vertue and of all that 's good VVho never yet was rightly understood Can you the wrongs you have receiv'd forget You must be more then woman to do it Nay if such sins by you can be fo giv'n 'T is more Great soul then we can hope from Heav'n And yet we 've moâ—e then hopes you can and will Or else in France you woo'd have stayed still And not have ventur'd o're this Ocean more But that you had a mind to clear our score And wipe away all sorrow from our eyes As fogs do vanish when the Sun does rise Great Star which from th' East and by South dost come How much are we engaged to thy womb Thy fruitful womb that with no little pain Hast stockt our Iland with no little gain Three Princes which the world so much admire And we at last with Reason do desire Two Beauties too they must not be forgot VVhom Christendom admires the like has not Welcome Great Queen welcome to our shore I fear to make amends we shall adore Your sacred Presence since that ever since We have been curst that you were forced hence FINIS