woll er sagt esist nicht sein therefore it dyes He dashes out the Childs brains Hede. O Got in seinem trone O mein kindt mein kindt Saxon. There murderer take his head and breathless lymbs Ther 's flesh enough bury it in thy bowels Eat that or dye for hunger I protest Thou getst no other food till that be spent And now to thee lewd Whore dishonour'd strumpet Thy turn is next therefore prepare to dye Edward O mighty Duke of Saxon spare thy Child Sax. She is thy Wife Edward and thou shouldst spare her One Gracious word of thine will save her life Edward I do confess Saxon she is mine own As I have marryed her I will live with her Comfort thy self sweet Hedewick and sweet Wife Hede. Ach ach vnd wehe warumb sagt your Excellence nicht so before now i st to late vnser arme kindt ist kilt Edward Though thou be mine and I do pittie thee I would not Nurse a Bastard for a Son Hede. O Edouard now ich mark your mening ich sholdt be your whore mein Uatter ich begehr upon meine knee last mich lieber sterben ade falce Edouart falce Prince ich begehrs nicht Saxon. Unprincely thoughts do hammer in thy head I' st not enough that thou hast sham'd her once And seen the Bastard torn before thy face But thou wouldst get more brats for Butcherie No Hedewick thou shalt not live the day Hede. O Herr Gott nimb meine feele in deiner henden Saxon. It is thy hand that gives this deadly stroak Hede. O Herr Sabote das mein vnschuldt an tag kommen mocht Edward Her blood be on that wretched villains head That is the cause of all this misery Saxon. Now murderous-minded Prince hast thou beheld Vpon my Child and Childs Child thy desire Swear to thy self that here I firmly swear That thou shall surely follow her to morrow In Company of thy adulterous Aunt Jaylor convey him to his Dungeon If he be hungrie I have thrown him meat If thirstie let him suck the newly born lymbs Edward O Heavens and Heavenly powers if you be just Reward the author of this wickedness Exit Edw. Iaoler Enter Alexander Alex. To arms great Duke of Saxonie to arms My Lord of Collen and the Earl of Cornwall In rescue of Prince Edward and the Empress Have levy'd fresh supplies and presently Will bid you battail in the open Field Sax. They never could have come in fitter time Thirst they for blood and they shall quench their thirst Alex. O piteous spectacle poor Princess Hedewick Sax. Stand not to pittie lend a helping hand Alex. What slave hath murdered this guiltless Child Sax. What dar'st thou call me slave unto my face I tell thee villain I have done this deed And seeing the Father and the Grand-sires heart Can give consent and execute their own Wherefore should such a rascal as thy self Presume to pittie them whom we have slain Alex. Pardon me if it be presumption To pittie them I will presume no more Sax. Then help I long to be amidst my foes Exeunt ACT. V. Alarum and Retreat Enter Richard and Collen with Drums and Souldiers Richard What means your Excellence to sound retreat This is the day of doom unto our Friends Before Sun set my Sister and my Nephew Vnless we rescue them must lose their lives The cause admits no dalliance nor delay He that so tyrant-like hath slain his own Will take no pittie on a strangers blood Collen At my entreaty e're we strike the battail Let 's summon out our enemies to a parle Words spoken in time have vertue power and price And mildness may prevail and take effect When dynt of Sword perhaps will aggravate Rich. Then sound a Parly to fulfill your mind Although I know no good can follow it A Parley Enter Alphonso Empress Saxon Edward prisoner Tryer Brandenburg Alexander and Souldiers Alphon. Why how now Emperour that should have been Are these the English Generals bravado's Make you assault so hotly at the first And in the self same moment sound retreat To let you know that neither War nor words Have power for to divert their fatall doom Thus are we both resolv'd if we tryumph And by the right and justice of our cause Obtain the victorie as I doubt it not Then both of you shall bear them Company And e're Sun set we will perform our oaths With just effusion of their guilty bloods If you be Conquerours and we overcome Carry not that conceit to rescue them My self will be the Executioner And with these Ponyards frustrate all your hopes Making you tryumph in a bloodie Field Saxon. To put you out of doubt that we intend it Please it your Majesty to take your Seate And make a demonstration of your meaning Alphon. First on my right hand bind the English Whore That venemous Serpent nurst within my breast To suck the vitall bloud out of my veins My Empress must have some preheminence Especially at such a bloodie Banquet Her State and love to me deserves no less Saxon. That to Prince Edward I may shew my love And do the latest honour to his State These hands of mine that never chained any Shall fasten him in fetters to the Chair Now Princes are you ready for the battail Collen Now art thou right the picture of thy self Seated in height of all thy Tyrannie But tell us what intends this spectacle Alphon. To make the certaintie of their deaths more plain And Cancel all your hopes to save their lives While Saxon leads the troups into the Field Thus will I vex their souls with sight of death Loudly exclaming in their half dead ears That if we win they shall have companie Viz. The English Emperour And you my Lord Archbishop of Collen If we be vanquisht then they must expect Speedy dispatch from these two Daggers points Collen What canst thou tyrant then expect but death Alphon. Tush hear me out that hand which shed their blood Can do the like to rid me out of bonds Rich. But that 's a damned resolution Alphon. So must this desperate disease be cur'd Rich. O Saxon I 'le yield my self and all my power To save my Nephew though my Sister dye Sax. Thy Brothers Kingdom shall not save his life Edward Uncle you see these savage minded men Will have no other ransom but my blood England hath Heirs though I be never King And hearts and hands to scourge this tyrannie And so farewel Emp. A thousand times farewel Sweet Brother Richard and brave Prince of Collen Sax. What Richard hath this object pierc'd thy heart By this imagine how it went with me When yesterday I slew my Children Rich. O Saxon I entreat thee on my Knees Sax. Thou shalt obtain like mercy with thy kneeling As lately I obtaind at Edward's hands Rich. Pitty the tears I powr before thy feet Sax. Pitty those tears why I shed bloudie tears Rich. I 'le do the like
of bloud and death are hapned Saxon. My mind misgave a massacre this night Rich. How do's Prince Edward then Sax. How do's my Daughter Collen How goes it with the Palsgrave of the Rhein Brand. Prince Edward and his Bridle do live in health And shall be brought unto you when you please Saxon. Let them be presently deliver'd Coll. Lives not the Palsgrave too Mentz In Heaven or Hell he lives and reaps the merrit of his deeds Coll. What damned hand hath butchered the Prince Saxon. O that demand is needless who but he That seeks to be the Butcher of us all But vengeance and revenge shall light on him Bran. Be patient noble Princes hear the rest The two great Kings of Bohem and Castile God comfort them lie now at point of death Both poyson'd by the Palsgrave yesterday Rich. How is that possible so must my Sister The Pallatine himself and Alexander Who drunk out of the bowl be poysoned too Mentz Nor is that hainous deed alone the cause Though cause enough to ruin Monarchies He hath defil'd with lust th' Imperial Bed And by the Emperour in the fact was slain Collen O worthy guiltless Prince O had he fled Rich. But say where is the Empress where 's my Sister Mentz Not burnt to ashes yet but shall be shortly Rich. I hope her Majesty will live to see A hundred thousand flattering turncoat slaves Such as your Holiness dye a shameful death Brand. She is in prison and attends her tryal Saxon. O strange heart-breaking mischievous intents Give me my children if you love your lives No safety is in this enchanted Fort O see in happy hour there comes my Daughter And loving son scapt from the Massacre Enter Edward and Hedewick Edward My body lives although my heart be slain O Princes this hath been the dismall'st night That ever eye of sorrow did behold Here lay the Palsgrave weltring in his bloud Dying Alphonsus standing over him Upon the other hand the King of Bohem Still looking when his poyson'd bulk would break But that which pierc'd my soul with natures touch Was my tormented Aunt with blubberd cheeks Torn bloody Garments and disheveld hair Waiting for death deservedly or no That knows the searcher of all humane thoughts For these devices are beyond my reach Saxon. Sast dorh liches doister who wart dow dicselbirmafl Hede. Ais who who solt ich sem ich war in bette Saxon. Wert dow allrin so wart dow gar vorschrocken Hede. Ich ha mist audes gememt dam das ich wolt allrin geschlaffne haben abur vmb mitternaist kam meiner bridegroom bundt si flaffet bey mir bis wir mit dem getunnuel erwacht waren Edward What says she came her Bridegroom to her at midnight Rich. Nephew I see you were not over-reach'd Although she slipt out of your arms at first You ceiz'd her surely e're you left the chace Saxon. But left your Grace your Bride alone in Bed Or did she run together in the Larum Edward Alas my Lords this is no time to jest I lay full sadly in my Bed alone Not able for my life to sleep a wink Till that the Larum Bell began to Ring And then I starred from my weary couch Saxon. How now this rimes not with my daughters speech She says you found her Bed and lay with her Edward Not I your Highness did mistake her words Collen Deny it not Prince Edward 't is an honour Edward My Lords I know no reason to deny it T' have found her Bed I would have given a million Saxon. Hedswick der Furst sagt er satt mist be dir schlafin Hede. Es gefelt ihm also zum sagun aber ich habes woll gerfralet Rich. She say's you are dispos'd to jest with her But yesternight she felt it in good earnest Edward Unckle these jests are too unsavorie Ill suited to these times and please me not Lab ich bin you geshlapen yesternight Hede. I leff warum snlt ihrs fragen Saxon. Edward I tell thee 't is no jesting matter Say plainly wa'st thou by her I or no Edward As I am Prince true heir to Englands Crown I never toucht her body in a Bed Hede. Das haste gethan order holle mich der divell Richard Nephew take heed you hear the Princess words Edward It is not she nor you nor all the world Shall make me say I did anothers deed Saxon. Anothers deed what think'st thou her a whore Saxon strikes Edward Edward She may be Whore and thou a villain too Strook me the Emperour I will strike again Collen Content you Princes buffet not like boys Richard Hold you the one and I will hold the other Hede. O her got help help oich arms kindt Saxon. Souldiers lay hands upon the Prince of Wales Convey him speedily unto a prison And load his Legs with grievous bolts of Iron Some bring the Whore my Daughter from my fight And thou smooth Englishman to thee I speak My hate extends to all thy Nation Pack thee out of my sight and that with speed Your English practises have all to long Muffled our German eyes pack pack I say Richard Although your Grace have reason for your rage Yet be not like a madman to your friends Saxon. My friends I scorn the friendship of such mates That seek my Daughters spoil and my dishonour But I will teach the Boy another lesson His head shall pay the ransom of his fault Richard His head Saxon. And thy head too O how my heart doth swell Was there no other Prince to mock but me First woo then marry her then lye with her And having had the pleasure of her Bed Call her a Whore in open audience None but a villain and a slave would do it My Lords of Mentz of Tryer and Brandenburg Make ope the Gates receive me as a friend I 'le be a scourge unto the English Nation Mentz Your Grace shall be the welcom'st guest alive Collen None but a madman would do such a deed Saxon. Then Collen count me mad for I will do it I 'le set my life and Land upon the hazard But I will thoroughly found this deceit What will your Grace leave me or follow me Collen No Saxon know I will not follow thee And leave Prince Richard in so great extreams Saxon. Then I defy you both and so farwell Rich. Yet Saxon hear me speak before thou go Look to the Princes life as to thine own Each perisht hair that falleth from his head By thy default shall cost a Saxon City Henry of England will not lose his heir And so farwel and think upon my words Saxon. Away I do disdain to answer thee Pack thee with shame again into thy Countrie I 'le have a Cock-boat at my proper charge And send th' Imperial Crown which thou hast won To England by Prince Edward after thee Exeunt Man Rich and Coll. Collen Answer him not Prince Richard he is mad Choler and grief
shall hang a sacred Lamp Which till the day of doom shall ever burn Yea after ages shall speak of thy renown And go a Pilgrimage to thy sacred Tomb Grief stops my voice who loves his Emperour Lay to his helping hand and bear him hence Sweet Father and redeemer of my life Exeunt Manet Alexander Alex. Now is my Lord sole Emperour of Rome And three Conspirators of my Fathers death Are cunningly sent unto Heaven or Hell Like subtilty to this was never seen Alas poor Mentz I pittying thy prayers Could do no less than lend a helping hand Thou wert a famous flatterer in thy life And now hast reapt the fruits thereof in death But thou shalt be rewarded like a Saint With Masses Bels dirges and burning Lamps 'T is good I envie not thy happiness But ah the sweet remembrance of that night That night I mean of sweetness and of stealth When for a Prince a Princess did imbrace me Paying the first fruits of her Marriage Bed Makes me forget all other accidents O Saxon I would willingly forgive The deadly trespass of my Fathers death So I might have thy Daughter to my Wife And to be plain I have best right unto her And love her best and have deserv'd her best But thou art fond to think on such a match Thou must imagin nothing but revenge And if my computation fail me not Ere long I shall be thorowly reveng'd Exit Enter the Duke of Saxon and Hedewick with the Child Saxon. Come forth thou perfect map of miserie Desolate Daughter and distressed Mother In whom the Father and the Son are curst Thus once again we will assay the Prince 'T may be the sight of his own flesh and blood Will now at last pierce his obdurate heart Jailor how fares it with thy prisoner Let him appear upon the battlements Hede. O mein deere vatter ich habe in dis lang lang 30. weeken welche mich duncket sein 40. iahr gewesen ein litte Englisch gelernet vnd ich hope he will me verstohn vnd shew me a little pittie Enter Edward on the Walls and Iailor Saxon. Good morrow to your grace Edward of Wales Son and immediate Heir to Henry the third King of England and Lord of Ireland Thy Fathers comfort and the peoples hope 'T is not in mockage nor at unawares That I am ceremonious to repeat Thy high descent ioynd with thy Kingly might But therewithall to intimate unto thee What God expecteth from the higher powers Justice and mercie truth sobrietie Relenting hearts hands innocent of blood Princes are Gods chief substitutes on earth And should be Lamps unto the common sort But you will say I am become a Preacher No Prince I am an humble suppliant And to prepare thine ears make this exordium To pierce thine eyes and heart behold this spectacle Three Generations of the Saxon blood Descended lineallie from forth my Loyns Kneeling and crying to thy mightiness First look on me and think what I have been For now I think my self of no account Next Caesar greatest man in Germanie Neerly a lyed and ever friend to England But Womens sighs move more in manly hearts O see the hands she elevates to Heaven Behold those eyes that whilome were thy joyes Uttering domb eloquence in Christal tears If these exclames and sights be ordinarie Then look with pittie on thy other self This is thy flesh and blood bone of thy bone A goodly Boy the Image of his sire Turn'st thou away O were thy Father here He would as I do take him in his arms And sweetly kiss his Grand-child in the face O Edward too young in experience That canst not look into the grievous wrack Ensuing this thy obstinate deniall O Edward too young in experience That canst not see into the future good Ensuing thy most just acknowledgement Hear me thy truest friend I will repeat them For good thou hast an Heir indubitate Whose eyes already sparckle Majesty Born in true Wedlock of a Princely Mother And all the German Princes to thy friends Where on the contrary thine eyes shall see The speedy Tragedie of thee and thine Like Athamas first will I ceize upon Thy young unchristened and despised Son And with his guiltless brains bepaint the Stones Then like Virginius will I kill my Child Unto thine eyes a pleasing spectacle Yet shall it be a momentarie pleasure Henry of England shall mourn with me For thou thy self Edward shall make the third And be an actor in this bloody Scean Hede. Ah myne seete Edouart mein herzkin myne scherzkin mein herziges einiges herz mein allerleivest husband I preedee mein leefe see me friendlich one good feete harte tell de trut and at lest to me and dyne allerleefest schild shew pitty dan ich bin dyne vnd dow bist myne dow hast me geven ein kindelein O Edouart feete Edouart erbarmet sein Edw. O Hedewick peace thy speeches pierce my soul Hede. Hedewick doe yow excellencie hight me Hedewick seete Edouart yow weete ich bin yowr allerlieueste wife Edward The Priest I must confess made thee my Wife Curst be the damned villanous adulterer That with so fowl a blot divorc'd our love Hede. O mein allerleevester hieborne Furst vnd Herr dinck dat unser Herr Gott sitts in himmells trone and sees dat hart vnd will my cause woll recken Saxon. Edward hold me not up with long delays But quickly say wilt thou confess the truth Edward As true as I am born of Kingly Linage And am the best Plantagenet next my Father I never carnallie did touch her body Saxon. Edward this answer had we long ago Seest thou this brat speak quickly or he dyes Edward His death will be more piercing to thine eyes Than unto mine he is not of my kin Hede. O Father O myne Uatter spare myne kindt O Edouart O Prince Edouart spreak now oder nimmermehr die kindt ist mein it soll nicht sterben Saxon. Have I dishonoured my self so much To bow my Knee to thee which never bow'd But to my God and am I thus rewarded Is he not thine speak murderous-minded Prince Edward O Saxon Saxon mitigate thy rage First thy exceeding great humilitie When to thy captive prisoner thou didst kneel Had almost made my lying tongue confess The deed which I protest I never did But thy not causeless furious madding humour Together with thy Daughters pitious cryes Whom as my life and soul I dearly love Had thorowly almost perswaded me To save her honour and belie my self And were I not a Prince of so high blood And Bastards have no scepter-bearing hands I would in silence smother up this blot And in compassion of thy Daughters wrong Be counted Father to an others Child For why my soul knows her unguiltiness Saxon. Smooth words in bitter sense is thine answer Hede. Ey vatter geue mir mein kindt die kind i st mein Saxon. Das weis ich
THE TRAGEDY OF ALPHONSUS EMPEROUR OF GERMANY As it hath been very often acted with great applause at the Private house in BLACK-FRIERS by his MAIESTIES Servants By George Chapman Gent LONDON Printed for HUMPHREY MOSELEY and are to be sold at his Shopp at the Princes Arms in St. Pauls Church-yard 1614 To the Reader I Shall not need to bespeak thee Courteous if thou hast seen this Piece presented with all the Elegance of Life and Action on the Black-Friers Stage But if it be a Stranger to thee give me leave to prepare thy acceptation by telling thee it was receiv'd with general applause and thy judgement I doubt not will be satisfied in the reading I will not raise thy Expectation further nor delay thy Entertainment by a tedious Preface The Design is high the Contrivement subtle and will deserve thy grave Attention in the perusall Farewell Dramatis Personae ALphonsus Emperour of Germany The seven Electors of the German Empire King of Bohemia Bishop of Mentz Bishop of Collen Bishop of Tryer Pallatine of the Rhein Duke of Saxon Marquess of Brandenburgh Prince Edward of England Richard Duke of Cornwall Lorenzo de Cipres Secretary to the Emperour Alexander his Son the Emperours Page Isabella the Empress Hedewick Daughter to the Duke of Saxon Captain of the Guard Souldiers Jaylor Two Boores ALPHONSUS Emperour of Germany Enter Alphonsus the Emperour in his night-gown and his shirt and a torch in his hand Alexander de Tripes his Page following him Al. BOy give me the Master Key of all the doors To Bed again and leave me to my self Exit Alexder Is Richard come have four Electors sworn To make him Keisar in despite of me Why then Alphonsus it is time to wake No Englishman thou art too hot at hand Too shallow braind to undermine my throne The Spanish Sun hath purifi'd my wit And dry'd up all gross humours in my head That I am sighted as the King of Birds And can discern thy deepest Stratagems I am the lawful German Emperour Chosen enstall'd by general consent And they may tearm me Tyrant as they please I will be King and Tyrant if I please For what is Empire but a Tyrannie And none but children use it otherwise Of seven Electors four are falln away The other three I dare not greatly trust My Wife is Sister to mine enemy And therefore wisely to be dealt withall But why do I except in special When this position must be general That no man living must be credited Further than tends unto thy proper good But to the purpose of my silent walk Within this Chamber lyes my Secretary Lorenzo de Cipres in whose learned brain Is all the compass of the world containd And as the ignorant and simple age Of our forefathers blinded in their zeal Receiv'd dark answers from Appollo's shrine And honour'd him as Patron of their bliss So I not muffled in simplicitie Zealous indeed of nothing but my good Hast to the Augur of my happiness To lay the ground of my ensuing Wars He learns his wisdom not by flight of Birds By prying into sacrificed beasts By Hares that cross the way by howling Wolves By gazing on the Starry Element Or vain imaginary calculations But from a setled wisdom in it self Which teacheth to be void of passion To be Religious as the ravenous Wolf Who loves the Lamb for hunger and for prey To threaten our inferiors with our looks To flatter our Superiors at our need To be an outward Saint an inward Devill These are the lectures that my Master reads This Key commands all Chambers in the Court Now on a sudain will I try his wit I know my comming is unlook'd for He opens the door and finds Lorenzo sleep a loft Nay sleep Lorenzo I will walk a while As nature in the framing of the world Ordain'd there should be nihil vacuum Even so me thinks his wisdom should contrive That all his Study should be full of wit And every corner stuft with sentences What 's this Plato Aristotle tush these are ordinary It seems this is a note but newly written He reads a note which he finds among his Books Una arbusta non alit duos Erithicos which being granted the Roman Empire will not suffice Alphonsus King of Castile and Richard Earl of Cornwall his competitor thy wisdom teacheth thee to cleave to the strongest Alphonsus is in possession and therefore the strongest but he is in hatred with the Electors and men rather honour the Sunrising than the Sun going down I marry this is argued like himself and now me thinks he wakes Lorenzo Riseth and snatches at his sword which hung by his Bed side Loren. What are there thieves within the Emperour's Court Villain thou dy'st what mak'st thou in my Chamber Alphon. How now Lorenzo wilt thou slay thy Lord Loren. I do beseech your sacred Majesty to pardon me I did not know your grace Alphon. Ly down Lorenzo I will sit by thee The ayr is sharp and piercing tremble not Had it been any other but our self He must have been a villain and a thief Loren. Alas my Lord what means your excellence To walk by night in these so dangerous times Alphon. Have I not reason now to walk and watch When I am compast with so many foes They ward they watch they cast and they conspire To win confederate Princes to their aid And batter down the Eagle from my creast O my Lorenzo if thou help me not Th' Imperial Crown is shaken from my head And giv'n from me unto an English Earl Thou knowest how all things stand as well as we Who are our enemies and who our friends Who must be threatned and who dallyed with Who won by words and who by force of arms For all the honour I have done to thee Now speak and speak to purpose in the cause Nay rest thy body labour with thy brain And of thy words my self will be the scribe Loren. Why then my Lord take Paper Pen and Ink Write first this maxim it shall do you good 1. A Prince must be of the nature of the Lion and the Fox but not the one without the other Alphon. The Fox is subtil but he wanteth force The Lion strong but scorneth policie I 'l imitate Lysander in this point And where the Lion's hide is thin and scant I 'l firmly patch it with the Foxes fell Let it suffice I can be both in one Loren. 2. A Prince above all things must seem devout but there is nothing so dangerous to his state as to regard his promise or his oath Alphon. Tush fear not me my promise are sound But he that trusts them shall be sure to fail Loren. Nay my good Lord but that I know your Majesty To be a ready quickwitted Scholar I would bestow a comment on the text 3. Trust not a reconciled friend for good turns cannot blot out old grudges Alphon. Then must I watch the Palatine of the Rhein I caus'd his Father to be
reason why because he only knew All Plotts and complots of his villanie His death was made the Basis and the Ground Of every mischief that hath troubled you Saxon. If thou thy Father and thy Progenie Were hang'd and burnt and broken on the Wheel How could their deaths heap mischief on our heads Alex. And if you will not hear the Reason chuse I tell thee I have slain an Emperour And thereby think my self as good a man As thou or any man in Christendom Thou shalt entreat me ere I tell thee more Brand. Proceed Alex. Not I Saxon. I prethe now proceed Alex. Since you intreat me then I will proceed This murtherous Devill having slain my Father Buz'd cunningly into my credulous ears That by a General Councell of the States And as it were by Act of Parlement The seven Electors had set down his death And made the Empress Executioner Transferring all the guilt from him to you This I believ'd and first did set upon The life of Princely Richard by the Boors But how my purpose faild in that his Grace best knows Next by a double intricate deceit Midst all his Mirth was Bohem poysoned And good old Mentz to save Alphonso's life Who at that instant was in perfect health Twixt jest and earnest was made a Sacrifice As for the Palatine your Graces knew His Highness and the Queens unguiltines But now my Lord of Saxon hark to me Father of Saxon should I rather call you T was I that made your Grace a Grandfather Prince Edward plow'd the ground I sow'd the Seed Poor Hedewick bore the most unhappy fruit Created in a most unluckie hour To a most violent and untimely death Sax. O loathsome Villain O detested deeds O guiltless Prince O me most miserable Brand. But tell us who reveal'd to thee at last This shamefull guilt and our unguiltiness Alex. Why that 's the wonder Lords and thus it was When like a tyrant he had tane his seat And that the furie of the Fight began Upon the highest Watch-Tow'r of the Fort It was my office to behold alofft The Warres event and having seen the end I saw how Victory with equal wings Hang hovering 'twixt the Battails here and there Till at the last the English Lyons fled And Saxon's side obtain'd the Victory Which seen I posted from the turrets top More furiously than ere Laocoon ran When Trojan hands drew in Troy's overthrow But yet as fatally as he or any The tyrant seeing me star'd in my face And suddainly demanded what 's the newes I as the Fates would have it hoping that he Even in a twinkling would have slain 'em both For so he swore before the Fight began Cri'd bitterly that he had lost the day The sound whereof did kill his dastard heart And made the Villain desperatly confess The murther of my Father praying me With dire revenge to ridd him of his life Short tale to make I bound him cunningly Told him of the deceit triumphing over him And lastly with my Rapier slew him dead Sax. O Heavens justly have you tane revenge But thou thou murtherous adulterous slave What Bull of Phalaris what strange device Shall we invent to take away thy life Alex. If Edward and the Empress whom I sav'd Will not requite it now and save my life Then let me die contentedly I die Having at last reveng'd my Fathers death Sax. Villain not all the world shall save thy life Edw. Hadst thou not been Author of my Hedewicks death I would have certainly sav'd thee from death But if my Sentence now may take effect I would adjudge the Villain to be hang'd As here the Jewes are hang'd in Germany Sax. Young Prince it shall be so go dragg the Slave Unto the place of execution There let the Iudas on a Jewish Gallowes Hang by the heels between two English Mastives There feed on Doggs let Doggs there feed on thee And by all means prolong his miserie Alex. O might thy self and all these English Currs Instead of Mastive-Doggs hang by my side How sweetly would I tugg upon your Flesh Exit Alex. Sax. Away with him suffer him not to speak And now my lords Collen Tryer and Barndenburg Whose Hearts are bruz'd to think upon these woes Though no man hast such reason as my self We of the seven Electors that remain After so many bloody Massacres Kneeling upon our Knees humbly intreat Your Excellence to be our Emperour The Royalties of the Coronation Shall be at Aix shortly solemnized Cullen Brave Princely Richard now refuse it not Though the Election be made in Tears Joy shall attend thy Coronation Richard It stands not with mine Honour to deny it Yet by mine Honour fain I would refuse it Edward Uncle the weight of all these Miseries Maketh my heart as heavy as your own But an Imperial Crown would lighten it Let this one reason make you take the Crown Richard What 's that sweet nephew Edward Sweet Uncle this it is Was never Englishman yet Emperour Therefore to honour England and your self Let private sorrow yield to publike Fame That once an Englishman bare Caesar's name Richard Nephew thou hast prevail'd Princes stand up We humbly do accept your sacred offer Cullen Then sound the Trumpets and cry Vivat Caesar All Vivat Caesar Cullen Richardus Dei gratia Romanorum Imperator semper Augustus Comes Cornubiae Richard Sweet Sister now let Caesar comfort you And all the rest that yet are comfortless Let them expect from English Caesar's hands Peace and abundance of all earthly Joy FINIS