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St. Patrick for Ireland. The first part. Written by Iames Shirley
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Shirley, James, 1596-1666.
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1640
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STC 22455; ESTC S117360
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not pull more wrath from heaven upon you Love innocence the gods have thus reveng'd In your sonnes tragedy Draw not a greater Vp on your self and this faire Iland by Threatning the temples and the gods themselves Looke on them still with humble reverence Or greater punishments remaine for you To suffer and our ghosts shall never leave To fright thy conscience and with thousand stings Afflict thy soule to madnesse and despaire Be patient yet and prosper and let fall Thy anger on the Christians that else Will poyson thy faire kingdome Kin. Ha Archimagus canst thou forgive me And send those spirits hence Arc. I can great Sir You troubled Spirits I command you leave The much distracted King returne and speedily To sleepe within the bosome of the sea Which the kings wrath and your sad fates assign'd yee And as you move to your expecting monument The waves agen no frowne appeare upon you But glide away in peace End Fer. We do obey Great Priest and vanish Exeunt Eth. Are they gone Fedella They talk of womans wit at a dead lift This was above our braines I love him for 't And wish my self in 's armes now to reward him I should finde him no ghost a' my conscience But where shall we meete next Fed. Let us away Exeunt Kin. Art sure they are gone Archimagus my feares So leave me and religion once agen Enter my stubborne heart which dar'd to mutinie And quarrell with the gods Archimagus Be neere agen we will redeeme our rashnesse By grubbing up these Christians that begin To infect us and our kingdome Arc. This becomes you And if you please to heare me I dare promise The speedy ruine of them all Kin. Th' art borne To make us happy how my deere Archimagus Arc. This Iland Sir is full of dangerous serpents Of toads and other venomous destroyers I will from every province of this kingdome Summon these killing creatures to devoure him My prayer and power of the gods feare not Will doo 't by whom inspir'd I prophesie Patricks destruction Kin. I embrace my Priest Do this and I 'll forget my sonne and die And smile to see this Christians tragedie Exeunt ACT. V. Enter two Souldiers 1 Sould. So so we are like to have a fine time on 't we may get more by every Christian we have the grace to catch than by three moneths pay against our naturall enemies 2 Sould. And their noddles be so precious would all my kindred were Christians I would not leave a head to wag upon a shoulder of our generation from my mothers sucking pig at her nipple to my great grandfathers Coshering in the pease straw How did that fellow looke whose throat we cut last 1 Sould. Basely and like a Christian would the fellow they call Patrick had been in his place we had been made for ever 2 Now are we of the condition of some great men in office that desire execution of the Lawes not so much to correct offences and reforme the common wealth as to thrive by their punishment and grow rich and fat with a leane conscience But I have walk'd and talk'd my selfe a hungry prethee open the secrets of thy knapsacke before we build any more projects le ts see what store of belly timber we have Good very good Pagan food sit downe and let our stomackes conferre a while Enter Rodamant Rod. royal My love is rosted she died of a burning feaver since poison wonot work upon me I am resolv'd to looke out the most convenient tree in this wood to hang my self And because I will be sure to hang without molestation or cutting downe which is a disparagement to an able and willing body I will hang invisible that no body may see me and interrupt my hempen meditations But who are these a brace of mankillers a mounching now I think what a long journey I am going as far as to another world it were not a misse to take provision along with me when I come to the tricke of hanging I may weigh the better and sooner be out of my paine bracelet sticke to me by your leave gentlemen what 's your ordinary 1. Soul Who 's that Rod. A friend my brace of Hungarians one that is no souldier but will justifie he has a stomacke in a just cause and can fight toth and naile with any flesh that opposes me 2. Sould. I can see no body Rod. I will knock your pate fellow in armes and to helpe you to see open the eyes of your understanding with a wooden instrument that I have 1 Sould. I see nothing but a voice shall I strike it 2 Sould. No 't is some Spirit take heed and offend it not I never knew any man strike the devill but he put out his necke bone or his shoulder blade let him alone it may be the ghost of some usurer that kick'd up his heeles in a deare yeere and died upon a surfet of Shamroks and cheese parings Enter Emeria 1 Sould. Who 's this a woman alone 2 Sould. And handsome what makes shee in this wood wee 'll divide 1 Sould. What the woman 2 Sould. No I 'll have her body and thou shalt have her clothes Eme. I know not where I am this wood has lost me But I shall never more be worth the finding I was not wise to leave my fathers house For here I may be made a prey to rapine Or food to cruell beasts 2 Sould. No you shall finde that we are men what think you which of us two have you most minde to laugh and lye downe withall Eme. Protect me some good power more ravishers 2 Sould. We are souldiers and not us'd to complement be not coy but answer 1 Sould. We are but two you may soone make a choice Rod. You shall finde that we be three are you so hot 1 Sould. Come humble your self behinde that tree or Eme. Are you a man 1 Sould. Never doubt it I have pass'd for a man in my dayes 2 Sould. Oh my skull 1 Sould. What 's the matter Eme. Where shall I hide my self hides her self Rod. Your Comrade will expect your company in the next ditch 2 Souldier Are you good at that The second souldier strikes the first and Rodamant both 1 Souldier What dost thou meane 2 Souldier What do I meane what dost thou meane to beate my braines out 1 Souldier I hold it is some Spirit and we fight with the aire Rod. Cannot a Mare come into the ground but you must be leaping you stone horses 2 Souldier My skull is as tender as a Mullipuffe 1 Sould. He has made a cullice of my sconce hold deere friend 2 So. Has the devil no more wit then to take part against the flesh 1 The Devill may have a minde to her himselfe let him ha her 2 If I come back let me be glib'd Exeunt reeling Rod. Now Lady what is shee invisible too Ha Well let her shift for her selfe I have tam'd their concupiscence Now to