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King Iohn and Matilda a tragedy : as it was acted with great applause by Her Majesties servants at the Cock-pit in Drury-Lane / written by Robert Davenport, Gent.
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Davenport, Robert, fl. 1623.
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1655
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Wing D370; ESTC R17885
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Pan. gives John the Chair Of my selfe Pandulph Legate for the Pope Observing the due payments specified Receive your Crown and Kingdoms and with them We here pronounce your absolute readmission Into the Church and from his holnesse We re-invest you with all Powers Prerogatives Freedomes Communities and in the strength of effecacy That constantly adhears to lawfull Princes And an obedient Son unto the Church Long life to John of England VVales and Ireland The lawfull King Florish Leis I am mad Fitz. So so now we must suffer The Kingdoms ancient Liberties Land lives And all to run the course that he shall steere Good heaven that I were dead what do I here weeps O Bru. But I 'le not asse-like bear my Countries wrongs Mine own at home and like a Court Camelion Give thanks unto mine injurer hear me King John K. You shall hear us sir first we have been clouded Six years but like the Sun in his Meridian We now again are glorious thus in briefe Leister we require strong pledge for your loyalty Bruce call your mad Son home from Hartford Your Wife and Sonne shall better speed at Guilford For Richmond in our re-assumed power We will proclaime him Traytor and Fitzwater Either give up Matilda for your faith or heare What we shall sentence Leis We must stand then What thunder you shall throw perform with us We kisse your royall hands O. Bru. If not we stand Rocks in our resoluton K. D' ee heare them now sir Fitz. Nay nay let him hear me too then Lord Legate Pandulph thus 't is And thus you may informe his holinesse In a field cal'd running-Mead ' twixt Staines and VVinsor After some bloody noses on both sides I tell truth I there the King and Barrons Met for discussion of conceiv'd wrongs And indeed not misconceiv'd our Houses Honours Our Fathers freedomes the Lands ancient Liberties Unjustly to encrease some private Cofers Felt daily Demunition there to Covenants drawn Bearing the name and sence of Magna Charta Which many hundred years may be seen hereafter King John subscrib'd we swore him fealty K. Which fealty they deny'd till our assoylment Of our six years Interdiction forcing us therefore To seal unlawfull liberties Leis Upon our honours They were but what Antiquity prov'd lawful Ox. Oh but my Lord Fitz. Tut tut Lord me no Lords He broak we powted I tell plain truth I Yet fell into no relapse of hostility But wot ye what he casts a covetous eye Upon my Daughter passionately pursues her There had been other pledges but our oathes else For heaven knows thtm he had and amongst the rest Matilda must be my pledge for well he deem'd They yielding their• shame would brand my denyall But catch craft when we put truth to triall Kings should have shining souls and white desires Enflam'd with zeale not parch'd by Paphian fires So shines the soul in which vertue doth shrowd Is a serene skie bespotted with no cloud But a Copper conscience whil'st the head wears Gold Is but a plain down-right untruth well told Come come I cannot fawn K. But in the passion Of a Dog sir you can snarl have you talk all your words Fitz. I have told truth I. K. Then we will fall to deeds Oxford command a Guard and presently Take them to 'th Tower we can now talk and do Away with them and muzzel those fierce Mastiffes That durst leap at the face of Majestie And strike their killing fangs into honours heart Are they not gone we shall be passionate In your delay O. Bru. Come Leister let us wear Our sufferings like Garland Leis Tempest nor death Could never ou• do Leister who dares dye Laughing at times poyson'd integrity Fitz Now by my troth 't was very nobly spoken Shall I turne tale no no no le ts go But how things will be carried ha are these teares Body of me they are Shall I go like a sheep With this pair of Lyons ha ha ha I do laugh now John and I 'le tell thee why Th' art yet in thy green May twenty seven summers Set in our Kalends but when forty Winters more Shall roun'd thy forehead with a field of snow And when thy comely veins shall cease to flow When those majestick eyes shall float in rhumes When giant Nature her own selfe consumes When thy swift Pulses shall but slowly pant When thou art all a Volum of my want That like a tale-sp•nt fire thou shalt s•nck Then John upon this lesson thou wilt think• He dyes a happy old man whose sweet youth Was a continued sacrifice to truth I must weep now indeed Ki. Away with them Exit Pan. Unto King John the favour of his holinesse With peace and happinesse Exit K. Which we return With all filiall obedience look up Oxford The day breaks and the Sun hath chaste the night Out of our Hemispheare Enter a Gentleman Ox. Your news sir Gen. Letters from the Queen sir K. Was the Earl Richmond there with any powers E're your departure K reads Gen. No may it please your Majestie we heard not of him But all on your part went fair and fortunate K. Oh Oxford now they have her flie back like lightning Tell him this day wee 'l meet them all at Barnet Exit Gent. Ox But her Father and her friends imprisonment May obdurate her hea•t they dare not sure On the great perill of a curse to fall Into a Relapse now you are absolute Faith 〈◊〉 trie smooth paths to your ends to release them I hold the winningst way to captivate Their duties and Matilda to your wishes K. Good do not kill me •oy before our going Instantly thou shalt flie with the Lords release We pine in our delayes oh Cupid swiftly Fly into Paphoes and from thy Mothers shrine Catch but a nimble wanton flame and cast it Into the busie Kingdome of my heart That it may teach my tongue the art of victory And every year unto thy well-spent Quiver I 'le add a shaft and call it Cupids love Dart Come Oxford I tread methinks on aire Untill I read that Volum of sweet grace The well writ story of Matild•'s face Ox. She yeelds at last my life on 't sir Exit Actus 3. Scoena 1. En•er Brand reading of a Letter WIll Brand these are to certifie That Fortune Mistresses of Changes with my unluckie stars hathrendred m• a prisoner to my most mortall Enemy young Bruce Bra. That mad Tamberlaine Let. My entreaty is none of the noblest but direct against my blood my desires and my deservings Bra. Oh that I had a leg of that young Bruce but minc'd and butter'd Let. I am credibly possest his Majestie hath into your custody comm•ited his Mother and her young Sonne George whereby you have occasion cast into your hand to parallel their sufferings with my fortunes not that I would have you banish humanity Bra. He need never have writ that Bawds and Serjeants have sav'd me the labour Let. Nor give to
feare of burning everlastingly Ches I shall sir Exit K. Mowbray with the bendings of the King Go meet that angry young man Bruce and tell him Here 's now no use for steele Mow. 'T will be good news sir K. Meet us at least you stubborn men In our facile affections Why send ye not for Richmond must we bend and And beseech too Leis Passe but your Royal promise In the words of a King to performe what Y' are fled from the wind not with more swiftnesse Shall fly to play with Richmonds lofty Plume Then shall be shown in his repeale K. 'T is granted upon our Kingly word that time in me shall read that Giants force necessity Ol. Bru. With all submissive reverence we descend And kisse your Highnesse hand Fitz. Right happy day My Girle is safe and all clouds blown away Exeunt from the walls Hoboyes sound whilst the Barrons descend each on his knee kissing the Kings hand both Parties joyfully embrace suddenly the Hoboyes cease and a sad Musick of Flutes heard Enter to the King and Lords the Lady Abbess Ushering Matilda's Herse born by Virgins this Motto fasmed unto it To Piety and Chastity The Body of Matilda lying on the Herse and attended by the Queene bearing in her hand a Garland compos'd of Roses and Lillies after her young Bruce Hubert Chester and other Gentlemen all in mourning habites The Song in parts 1 LOoke what Death hath done here laid In one a Martyr and a Maid 2. Angels Crown Those with just applause Dye in defence of Vertues Lawes Chorus Such was her cause Death boast not of thy hands• Cruelty since the uanquish'd victor stands 2. Her Chastity to Time shall last Like Laurel which no lightning can blast 1. Sweet Maids with Roses deck her Herse Whose Vertue stands above the reach of Verse Chorus Heaven hath her pure part whil'st on Earth •her Name Moves in the Spheare of aresulgent Fame K. Hubert interpret this Apparition Hub. Behold sir A sad writ Tragedy so ferlingly Languag'd and cast with such a crafty cruelty Contriv'd and acted that wild Savages Satyrs and the rude rabble of the Woods Would weep to lay their ears to and admiring To see themselves out done they would conceive Their wildnesse mildness to this deed and call Men more then Savage themselves rationall And thou Fitzwater reflect upon thy name And turn the sonne of tears oh forget That Cupid ever spent a dart upon thee That Hymen ever coupled thee or that ever The hasty happy willing messenger Told thee thou hadst a Daughter oh look here Look here King John and with a tembling eye Unvailes her face Read your sad act Matilda's Tragedy Om. Matilda Fitz. By the labouring soul of a much injur'd man It is my childe Matilda Qu Oh cruell King go •ate thy bloody eye With thy black command which there lyes executed Ol. Bru. Sweet Neece Leis Chaste soule Y. Bru. King go and read thy cruelty K. Do I stirre Chester Good Oxford do I move stand I not still To watch the when the griev'd friends of dead Matilda Will with a thousand stabs turn me to dust That in a thousand prayes they may be happy Wil no one do 't then give a mourner room Falls passionately upon the Herse A man of tears oh immaculate Matilda These sheed but sayling heat drops missing showers The faint dews of a doubtful April-morning But from mine eyes ship-sincking Ca•aracts Whold clouds of waters wealthy exhalations Shall fall into the Sea of my affliction Till it amaze the Mourners Hub. Unmatch'd Matilda Celestiall Souldier that keep'st a Fort of Chastity 'gainst all temptations Fitz. Not to be a Queene Would she break her chaste vow truth crowns your reed Unmatch'd Matilda was her name indeed K. Oh take into your spirit-piercing praise My Scoene of sorrow I have wel-clad woes Pathetick epethites to illustrate passion And steale true teares so sweetly from all these ' t shall touch the soule and at one pierce and please Ches What will he doe The Ki. takes the Garland from the Queen and peruses the Motto of the Herse K. To Prety and Purity and Lillies mixt with Roses How well you have apparell'd woe this pendant To Piety and Purity directed Insinuates a chaste soule in a clean body Vertues white Virgin Chastities red Martyr Suffer me then with this well-suited wreath To make our griefs ingenious let all be dumb Whilst the King speaks her Epicedium Ches His very soul speaks sorrow Ox. And it becomes him sweetly K. Hail Maid and Marty loe on thy breast Devotions Alter chaste truths chest I offer as my guilt imposes Thy merrits Laurel Lillies and Roses Lillies intimating plaine Thy immaculate life stuck with no staine Roses red and sweet to tell How sweet red sacrifices smell Sets the Garland on her breast Hang round then as you walk about this Herse The songs of holy hearts sweet vertuous verse Fitz. Bring Persian silks to deck her Monument K. Arabian spices quick'ning by their sent Fitz. Numidian Marble to preserve her praise K. Corinthian Ivory her sweet shape to raise Fitz. And write in gold upon it in this brest Virtue sat Mistresse passion but a guest K. Virtue is sweet and since griefs bitter be Strew her with Roses and give Rue to me Ol. Bru. My noble Brother I have lost a Wife and Son You a sweet Daughter look on the Kings penitence His promise for the Kindomes peace perfer A publique benefit When it shall please Let heaven question him let us secure And quit the Land of Lewis Fitz. Do any thing Do all things that are honourable and the great King Make you a good King sir and when your soul Shall at any time reflect upon your follies Good King John weep weep very heartily It will become you sweetly at your eyes Your sin stole in there pay your sacrifie K. Back unto Dunmow Abby where wee 'l pay To sweet Matilda's memory and her sufferings A monthly obsequie which sweetned by The wealthy woes of a tear-troubl'd eye Shall by those sharp afflictions of my face Court Mercy and make Grief 〈…〉 Let my wil'd errors tell to time this truth Wh•l'st passion holds the Helm Reason and Honour Do suffer wrack but they saile safe and cleer Who constantly by Virtues Compasse steer Song 1. MAtilda Now goe take thy Bed In the darke dwellings of the dead 2. And rise in the great Waking-day Sweet as Incense fresh as May 1. Rest thou chaste soule fixt in thy proper spheare Amongst heauens faire Ones All are fair ones there Cho. Rest there chaste soul whilst we here troubl'd say Time gives us Griefs Death takes our joyes away Exeunt omnes