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The Banish'd duke, or, The tragedy of Infortunatus acted at the Theatre Royal.
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1690
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Wing B645; ESTC R16784
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all Religious Subjects will combine To bring you home and forward your design Therefore forbear distractions to prevent And live another Year in Banishment Infort 'T is strange to see Men of politick wit Nibble at all and yet at nothing hit 'T is not observable what any says As long 's a Council drives contrary ways Call in some Conjurer that I may know If we shall Albion's Monarch overthrow Enter Conjurer in a prodigious dress and with a formidable aspect staring Infortunatus in the Face Conjur Great Prince I am come here at your command To answer you whatever you demand Infort Tell me thou Son of Satan if I shall By force of Arms make Albion's Monarch fall Conjur Leo ascends and looks unto the Moon After he had looked on an Almanack or Conjuring Book He roars and threatens to pull Taurus down And so I know by this your Planet's good You 'l conquer Albion without shedding Blood Infort This Astronomick Fool Nonsense doth prate But cannot tell our Fortunes nor our Fate Old Antoninus could discover more Than all th' Enchanters of the Scarlet Whore Canst thou not in the twinkling of an Eye Bring here the Ghost of old Calastrophy Conjur I 'll try The Conjurer goes under a Hanging and maketh an hideous noise through a Reed or speaking Trumpet in these or such Words Rabbi David Eliazer cumque Nicolosa Vinsamor mnmus absumus abchaos abdemor Gorgon Enter Ghost in a White Shroud Infort Advance pale Ghost that 's in a Surplice come From Styx or Lethe or Elisium Fill up a Glass of State-Politick Wine Taketh up a Drinking Glass I 'll drink my Service to this grim Divine Old Gentleman that looks so pale and green Good Health to all our Friends where you have been Ghost What wicked Madness doth possess your Brain To bring me from my residence again In Life you brought in danger my gray Head Now you molest me after I am dead Infort Hold hold Old Man And why a Wheedler still I 'll make you serve me now against your Will I 'm half a Monarch and desire to know If I shall King Romanus overthrow My Father 's Dead and he doth wear his Crown A Popish Prince therefore would pull him down Ghost Are there no Men alive could let you know If your Designs would take effect or no Go go and prosper whilst your Head is hot Though all will prove but like the former Plot Yet in a few days space you shall with me In silent Grave a Residenter be Flav. Old Friend Why dost thou thus possess our Ears With Ghostly Maggots Jealousies and Fears As tho' we knew not what and how to do In great Exploits of War as well as you He is invited o'r with sighs and smiles By all the People within Albion's Isles And is assur'd as soon's he comes to Land To have both Gold and Money at command There have been several Messengers here sent For him the Kingdom 's ruine to prevent For Popish Kings serve but to ruine Nations They keep no Word for Mental Reservations Let your Prediction then be smooth and good Without effusion of a Sea of Blood That our great want of Armour now may be Supply'd by you in Magnanimity And we may boldly fight in such a Cause Lives Church and State Religion and our Laws Ghost Leave off to talk for I will speak no more Of your Design than I have done before Infort Thou Church-Hobgobling Mountebank of State Time's Weather-cock confounder of my Fate I thee adjure by Earth and by the Sea And all the dark Intrigues 'twixt thee and me By that broad Beard and by thy Triple Name By Babel's Whore and thy immortal Fame To tell me if to Albion I shall go And whether it will prove my overthrow Ghost Go go in haste and Sail the swelling Main I 'll tell you more when you return again Infort Hence get thee gone Impostor of the Age And act no more on this inferiour Stage But that I know thou art already Dead I would cut off thy old Politick Head Draws his Sword and strikes whilst the Ghost evanisheth Sure I can worst a Babylonian ELF The Pope of Rome When I can frighten thus Grim Mars himself Enter Messenger from Albion Messeng Brave Prince I 'm come from Albion to declare That you 're reputed there our Lawful Heir And tho your Unkle doth possess the Crown His Subjects do not love him pull him down A Roman Catholick who never sticks To falsify his Word to Hereticks His Queen 's an Empress and in spite of Fate She 'll steer the Helm of Kingdom Church and State She wears the Royal Breeches yet must do What e're the Pope of Rome commands her to And tho her Crimes and Wickedness abound To spot the Skies and Albion confound His Holiness as all her Priests do tell Can save her Soul and sing her out of Hell She doth protest and swear by all that 's good Taking her Oath in Sacraments of Blood That Albion's Church shall suddenly fall down And kneel before the Pope's great Triple Crown Our Bleeding Nation thus relief defers Whilst Church and State turn your Petitioners We 'll rather choose before your feet to fall Than be a Foot stool to a Cannibal That Cannibal which in subjection brings All Powers on Earth Deposing mighty Kings Our case the object of your pity make Since we and all we have do lie at stake Come o'r then come let not your Heart be faint You neither shall for Men nor Money want Ne'r fear your Fate nor what Rome's rage can do We serve our selves in standing close to you You still have been the object of our eye Our confidence whereon we do rely Now Peers and People solemnly do vow To rise and fall to live and dye with you Yea Nodnol-City can and will alone Secure your Right and set you on the Throne Infort My Fleet is Rigg'd I 'll quickly go to Sea This Sword of mine shall set three Nations free Ingen. Forbear brave Sir for what wise Prince relies Without assurance on uncertainties Great Words blown up with promises of Air Delude the Mind but vanish in Despair Should you but go to Albion and then find Your expectation blasted by the Wind You would your self undo three Nations bring In greater Slavery to a Popish King Infort If you prate more this Sword shall run you thorow But all prepare to go on Board to morrow Exeunt omnes The SCENE Petrus Impostor's Chamber Enter Petrus Impostor in a Ghostly Popish Dress with Formosa a Proselite Popish Maid Formos My Ghostly Father I 'm come to confess My Youthful Sins and Wanton Wickedness Petr. Come let us have near converse with another He proffereth to take her under the Hanging And then I 'll pardon all your sins together Formos I keep my Lent and justly can deny With Ghostly Fathers in a Bed to lye Petr. Then let me So small a matter will not turn you Whore Formos
Council and with them Advise A Council that 's both Godly Grave and Wise To them propose whatever you think fit And then let them Debate and Judge of it Delay no more Delays are ever curst And Long-Bill'd-Birds do always sing the worst Infor. I 'll take Advice of those who 're Good and True And Ferdinando I put Trust in you Ferd. Let me a Cuckold be my Wife turn Whore Let me ne'er Prosper as I 've heretofore Let me turn Coward and be bath'd in Sin Kiss my own Sisters when my Wife lies in If I on any terms whatever do Betray my Trust or e'er prove False to you Exeunt Omnes The SCENE King Romanus his Palace Enter Romanus and Petrus Impostor Rom. All my designs I cunningly have wrought This stubborn Nation to subjection brought I taught my Foes e're they were sick to dye Now I 'll profess the Art of Monarchy I 'll make Great Albion's Neck my Yoke to bear Who will not love me I 'll compel to fear I 'll keep no word with Hereticks till I O'rethrow their Church and set up Popery And all my trembling Subjects shall obey Without enquiring what I do or say Pet. His Holiness of Rome still influence Your undertakings and be your defence We 'll sacrifice our Gods and shall not fail To use all means to make the Church prevail Which I am sure can never well be done Unless you do contrive to get a Son This will secure your Kingdoms and your Crown And be a means to pull Usurpers down Rom. Come work this Miracle I love the thing To be the Father of a Popish King If thou 'lt do this I 'll certainly restore Rome's Revenues which we kept back before I 'll make my best and greatest Subjects go To Rome and kiss his Holiness's Toe Pet. Great Sir if you the Roman Church restore And make her sound as she was once before And all those wicked Hereticks but burn Who to the Romish Faith refuse to turn We 'll send you Relicks Pardons Holy Beads Paul's Teeth a Bushel two of Peter's Heads Your venial Sins Transgressions great and small Past Present and to come We 'll Pardon all And when you 're dead for Songs you shall not want We 'll canonize you for a Holy Saint And all who turn to Popery shall hove Power To Drink and Swear to Murder Steal and Whore Rom. The Devil 's in that Man that would ask for more Enter Papissa Pap. What Plots of Wit and Stratagems of War In Brains quite void of Sence do you prepare I am Great Albion's stately head and can Out-wit the Projects of an Ancient Man Without your Aid I quickly will pull down All Hereticks before my Royal Crown My Subjects I will to Subjection bring I 'm their whole Queen and will be half their King I'il wear the Royal Breeches and I 'll make Throweth by her Gown and sheweth a Pair of Scarlet Breeches All Protestants to tremble and to quake And if Romanus you offended be I 'll snatch the Sword and rule the Monarchy The Roman Church in Albion I 'll advance I 'll have but one Religion as in France I 'll tame my stubborn Subjects till they know The flaming fury of a Popish Foe Rom. Hold hold Papissa for I can't allow To bear the Sword and wear the Breeches too You would unking and pull me from my Throne But you had best make haste and get you gone Pap. How gone I hitherto my ground have stood I 'm come of more than Royal Holy Blood My Unkle is the lofty Pope of Rome That doth command all Kings in Christendom Then by our Lady and the Popes Great Toe She pulleth him by the Cravat and Perriwig You put me in a rage by saying so Rom. How Confidence This cannot be endur'd Call in the Guards and let her be secur'd Enter Cancellarius Canc. Great Madam I 'm asham'd to see such actions Which presage more and greater Court-distractions Pap. A King 's but like another Man to me Should he live Fopp I will an Empress be Rom. Was ever King Infortunate like me Who Married one below my Pedegree That now insults and hectors as you see Ex. Omnes The SCENE Infortunatus 's Chamber Enter Infortunatus Belgicus Ferdinando Flavius and Ingenioso Infor. The Members of my Council are but few Yet hope they 're Worthy Valiant Wise and True You know my Father 's lately dead and gone And now Romanus doth possess his Throne He was the Man that did undo us all Who Banish'd me and did contrive my Fall But I 'm resolv'd with all the speed I can To go for Albion and list every Man That will prove Faithful to my Cause and me And set oppressed wretched Albion free Yet I would know your mind e're we go hence In a design of so great consequence Belg. Brave Sir a clearer case was never known Than for a Prince to plead to have his own We 'll hast to Sea both Men and Arms prepare Your cause is just if you be Lawful Heir You shall have all the aid I can afford I 'll be the first Man that shall go on Board Ferd. There 's no necessity at such a time To clear our cause of any forged Crime Or to excuse our selves of Treason since Romanus ever was a Popish Prince Tho' Timists should be guilty and refuse Assistance to our Forces let them choose Yet no true Protestants can aid deny Unless Self-Interest give their Souls the lye Then rouse Brave Prince assure your self that we In all designs victorious will be The great Temptations that we do endure May drive us to so desperate a Cure We 're Banish'd Broke of all our Friends depriv'd Of Wives and Children too And now arriv'd In a strange Country of another Tongue E're we 'll live so our Foes shall eat their dung in great Passion We 'll unthrone Kings the Popish Priests o'rethrow And make the Pope himself subjection know We 'll drown Candaula in a Scarlet Flood I 'll dy my Sword in Babylonian Blood I long until I land on Albion's Shore To raise a Tempest of Blood Wounds and Gore Flav. Doubt not your success but put all your trust In Providence and in a Cause so just I 'll preach and pray the Heavens to influence Your Expedition and be your defence I will stir up all Protestants to fight For you who strives to keep them in their right I 'll raise my voice above the beat of Drum And whether Men will or not I 'll make them come Ingen. Hold Gentlemen I am not of your mind You waste your courage in a cloud of Wind. Romanus now is Albion's great defence Who covers all his projects with Pretence And Tongues of popish Princes are set out With guilded words but poyson'd at the Root His Subjects will believe him for a while And all accost him with a grateful Smile But e're a year go round they 'll find that he Will prove perfidious false like Popery Then