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A36616
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The Duke of Guise a tragedy : acted by Their Majesties servants / written by Mr. Dryden and Mr. Lee.
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Dryden, John, 1631-1700.; Lee, Nathaniel, 1653?-1692.
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if she Cuckolds my good Opinion of her Honesty there 's a whole Sex fall'n under a General Rule without one Exception aside Exeunt Grill. and Alph. Mar. You bid my Uncle wait you King Yes Mar. This hour King I think it was Mar. Something of moment hangs upon this hour King Not more on this than on the next and next My time is all ta'ne up on Usury I never am before hand with my hours But every one has work before it comes Mar. There 's something for my service to be done Those were your words King And you desire their meaning Mar. I dare not ask and yet perhaps may ghess King 'T is searching there where Heaven can only pry Not Man who knows not Man but by surmise Nor Devils nor Angels of a purer Mould Can trace the winding Labyrinths of Thought I tell thee Marmoutier I never speak Not when alone for fear some Fiend should hear And blab my Secrets out Mar. You hate the Guise King True I did hate him Mar. And you hate him still King I am reconcil'd Mar. Your Spirit is too high Great Souls forgive not injuries till time Has put their Enemies into their power That they may shew Forgiveness is their own For else 't is fear to punish that forgives The Coward not the King King He has submitted Mar. In show for in effect he still insults King Well Kings must bear sometimes Mar. They must till they can shake their burden off And that 's I think your aim King Mistaken still All Favours all Preferments pass through them I 'm pliant and they mould me as they please Mar. These are your Arts to make 'em more secure Just so your Brother us'd the Admiral Brothers may think and act like Brothers too King What said you ha what mean you Marmoutier Mar. Nay what mean you That Start betray'd you Sir King This is no Vigil of St. Bartholmew Nor is Blois Paris Mar. 'T is an open Town King What then Mar. Where you are strongest King Well what then Mar. No more but you have Power and are provok'd King O! Thou hast set thy Foot upon a Snake Get quickly off or it will sting thee dead Mar. Can I unknow it King No but keep it secret Mar. Think Sir your Thoughts are still as much your own As when you kept the Key of your own Breast But since you let me in I find it fill'd With Death and Horror you would murder Guise King Murder what Murder use a softer word And call it Soveraign Justice Mar. Wou'd I cou'd But Justice bears the Godlike shape of Law And Law requires Defence and equal Plea Betwixt th' Offender and the righteous Judge King Yes when th' Offender can be judg'd by Laws But when his Greatness overturns the Scales Then Kings are Justice in the last Appeal And forc'd by strong Necessity may strike In which indeed th'y assert the Publick Good And like sworn Surgeons lop the gangren'd Limb Unpleasant wholsom work Mar. If this be needful King Ha didst not thou thy self in fathoming The depth of my designs drop there the Plummet Didst thou not say Affronts so Great so Publick I never could forgive Mar. I did but yet╌ King What means But yet 'T is Evidence so full If the last Trumpet sounded in my Ears Undaunted I should meet the Saints half way And in the Face of Heaven maintain the Fact Mar. Maintain it then to Heaven but not to me Do you love me King Can you doubt it Mar. Yes I can doubt it if you can deny Love begs once more this great Offender's life Can you forgive the man you justly hate That hazards both your Life and Crown to spare him One whom you may suspect I more than pity For I would have you see that what I ask I know is wond'rous difficult to grant Can you be thus extravagantly Good King What then For I begin to fear my firmness And doubt the soft destruction of your tongue Mar. Then in Return I swear to Heaven and you To give you all the Preference of my Soul No Rebel Rival to disturb you there Let him but live that he may be my Convert King walks awhile then wipes his eyes and speaks King You 've Conquer'd all that 's past shall be forgiv'n My lavish Love has made a lavish Grant But know this Act of Grace shall be my last Let him repent yes let him well repent Let him desist and tempt Revenge no further For by yond Heaven that 's Conscious of his Crimes I will no more by Mercy be betray'd Deputies appearing at the Door The Deputies are entring You must leave me Thus Tyrant Business all my hours usurps And makes me live for others Mar. Now Heav'n reward you with a prosperous Reign And grant you never may be good in vain Exit Enter Deputies of the Three States Cardinal of Guise and Archbishop of Lyons at the Head of ' em King Well my good Lords what matters of importance Employ'd the States this Morning Archb. One high Point Was warmly canvass'd in the Commons House And will be soon Resolv'd King What was 't Card. Succession King That 's one high Point indeed but not to be So warmly canvass'd or so soon Resolv'd Card. Things necessary must sometimes be sudden King No sudden danger threatens you my Lord. Archb. What may be sudden must be counted so We hope and wish Your Life But Yours and Ours Are in the hand of Heaven King My Lord They are Yet in a Natural way I may live long If Heaven and You my Loyal Subjects please Archb. But since good Princes like Your Majesty Take care of dangers meerly possible Which may concern their Subjects whose they are And for whom Kings are made King Yes we for them And they for us the Benefits are mutual And so the Tyes are too Card. To cut things short The Commons will decree to exclude Navar From the Succession of the Realm of France King Decree my Lord What one Estate decree Where then are the other two and what am I The Government is cast up somewhat short The Clergy and Nobility casheer'd Five hundred popular Figures on a Row And I my Self that am or should be King An o'regrown Cypher set before the Sum What Reasons urge our Soveraigns for th'Exclusion Archb. He stands suspected Sir of Heresie King Has he been call'd to make his just defence Card. That needs not for 't is known King To whom Card. The Commons King What is' t those Gods the Commons do not know But Heresie you Church-men teach us Vulgar Supposes obstinate and stiff persisting In Errors prov'd long Admonitions made And all rejected has this Course been us'd Archb. We grant it has not but╌ King Nay give me leave Iurge from your own Grant it has not been If then in process of a petty Sum Both Parties having not been fully heard No Sentence can be giv'n Much less in the Succession of a Crown Which after my
King Thou dost by Heaven But with such Charming pleasure I love and tremble as at Angels view Mar. Love me my Lord King Who shou'd be lov'd but you So lov'd that even my Crown and self are vile While you are by try me upon despair My Kingdom at the stake Ambition starv'd Revenge forgot and all great Appetites That whet uncommon Spirits to aspire So once a day I may have leave╌ Nay Madam then you fear me Mar. Fear you Sir what is there dreadful in you You 've all the Graces that can Crown Mankind Yet wear 'em so as if you did not know 'em So stainless fearless free in all your actions As if Heaven lent you to the World to Pattern King Madam I find you 're no Petitioner My People would not treat me in this sort Tho' 't were to gain a part of their Design But to the Guise they deal their faithless Praise As fast as you your flattery to me Tho' for what end I cannot guess except You come like them to mock at my Misfortunes Mar. Forgive you Heaven that thought no mighty Monarch The Love of all the Good and wonder of the Great I swear by Heaven my Heart adores and loves you King O Madam rise Mar. Nay were you Sir unthron'd By this Seditious Rout that dare despise you Blast all my days ye Powers torment my Nights Nay let the Misery invade my Sex That cou'd not for the Royal Cause like me Throw all their Luxury before your Feet And follow you like Pilgrims through the World Grill. Sound Wind and Limb fore God a gallant Girl Aside King What shall I answer to thee O thou Balm To heal a broken yet a Kingly Heart For so I swear I will be to my Last Come to my Arms and be thy Harry's Angel Shine through my Cares and make my Crown sit easie Mar. O never Sir King What said you Marmoutiere Why dost thou turn thy Beauties into Frowns Mar. You know Sir 't is impossible no more King No more╌and with that stern resolv'd behaviour By Heaven were I a dying and the Priest Shou'd urge my last Confession I 'd cry out Oh Marmoutiere and yet thou say'st no more Mar. 'T is well Sir I have lost my aim farewell King Come back O stay my Life flows after you Mar. No Sir I find I am a trouble to you You will not hear my Suit King You Cannot go You shannot╌O your suit I kneel to grant it I beg you take whatever you demand Mar. Then Sir thus low or prostrate if you please Let me intreat for Guise King Ha Madam what For Guise for Guise that stubborn arrogant Rebel That laughs at proffer'd Mercy slights his Pardon Mocks Royal Grace and plots upon my Life Ha! and do you protect him then the World Is sworn to Henry's Death does Beauty too And Innocence it self conspire against me Then let me tamely yield my Glories up Which once I vow'd with my drawn Sword to wear To my last drop of Blood Come Guise come Cardinal All you lov'd Traytors come╌I strip to meet you Sheath all your Daggers in Curst Henry's Heart Mar. This I expected but when you have heard How far I would intreat your Majesty Perhaps you 'll be more Calm King See I 'm hush'd Speak then how far Madam wou'd you Command Mar. Not to proceed to last Extremities Before the Wound is desperate think alone For no Man Judges like your Majesty Take your own Methods all the heads of France Cannot so well advise you as your self Therefore resume my Lord your Godlike temper Yet do not bear more than a Monarch should Believe it Sir the more your Majesty Draws back your Arm the more of Fate it Carries King Thou Genius of my State thou perfect Model Of Heaven it self and abstract of the Angels Forgive the late disturbance of my Soul I 'm clear by Nature as a Rockless Stream But they dig through the Gravel of my Heart Therefore let me conjure you do not go 'T is said the Guise will come in fpight of me Suppose it possible and stay to advise me Mar. I will but on your Royal word no more King I will be easie To my last gasp as your own Virgin Thoughts And never dare to breathe my Passion more Yet you 'll allow me now and then to Sigh As we discourse and Court you with my Eyes Enter Alphonso Why do you wave your Hand And warn me hence So looks the poor Condemn'd When Justice beck'ns there 's no hope of Pardon Sternly like you the Judge his Victim eyes And thus like me the Wretch despairing dies Exit with Alph. Enter Grillon Grill. O Rare rare Creature by the Power that made me Wer 't possible we cou'd be damn'd again By some new Eve such Virtue might relieve us O I cou'd clasp thee but that my Arms are rough Till all thy Sweets were broke with my Embraces And kiss thy Beauties to a dissolution Mar. Ah Father Uncle Brother all the Kin The precious Blood that 's left me in the World Believe dear Sir what-e're my actions seem I will not lose my Virtue for a Throne Grill. Why I will Carve thee out a Throne my self I 'le hew down all the Common-wealths in Christendom And seat thee on their Necks as high as Heaven Enter Abbot Delbene Abb. Colonel your Ear. Mar. By these whispering Councils My Soul presages that the Guise is coming If he dares come were I a Man a King I 'd sacrifice him in the City's sight O Heavens what was 't I said Were I a Man I know not that but as I am a Virgin If I wou'd offer thee too lovely Guise It shou'd be kneeling to the Throne for Mercy Ha! then thou lov'st that thou art thus concern'd Down rising mischief down or I will kill thee Even in thy Cause and strangle new born pity Yet if he were not married ha what then His Charms prevail no let the Rebel dye I faint beneath this strong oppression here Reason and Love rend my divided Soul Heav'n be the Judg and still let Virtue Conquer Love to his Tune my jarring Heart wou'd bring But Reason over-winds and Cracks the String Exit Abb. The King dispatches Order upon Order With positive Command to stop his coming Yet there is notice given to the City Besides Belleure brought but a half account How that the Guise reply'd he would obey His Majesty in all yet if he might Have leave to justify himself before him He doubted not his Cause Grill. The Ax the Ax Rebellion's pamper'd to a Plurisie And it must bleed Shout within Abbot Hark what a shout was there I 'le to the King it may be 't is reported On purpose thus Let there be Truth or Lies In this mad Fame I 'le bring you instant word Exit Abbot Manet Grillon Enter Guise Cardinal Mayen Malicorn Attendants c. Shouts again Grill. Death and thou Devil Malicorn is that Thy Master Guise Yes Grillon 't is