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A27180	Bonduca, or, The British heroine a tragedy, acted at the Theatre Royal by His Majesty's servants, with a new entertainment of musick, vocal and instrumental : never printed or acted before.	Fletcher, John, 1579-1625.; Purcell, Henry, 1659-1695. Bonduca.; Powell, George, 1658?-1714.	1696 (1696)	Wing B1584; ESTC R17919	33,304	60

well boil'd Or Roasted but I am somewhat too low kept To make use of her any way but with my Teeth Enter Caratach Car. Now what 's the matter What are these Fellows What 's the Crime committed That they wear Necklaces Nenn. They are Roman Rogues taken a Foraging Car. Is that all Nennius Mac. Wou'd I were fairly hang'd This is that Devil That Kill-crow Caratach Car. And wou'd you hang ' em Nenn. Are they not our Enemies Car. 〈…〉 ies Flea-traps Pl●●k off your Halters Fellows Nenn. Take heed Caratach Taint not your Wisdom Car. Wisdom Nennius Why who shall fight against us make our Honours And give a glorious Day into our Hands If we dispatch our Foes thus What 's their Offence Stealing a Loaf or two to keep out Hunger Does this deserve the Gallows Poor Hungry Knaves That have no Meat at home Are you not hungry Mac. Monstrous Hungry Car. That Fellow wears the very Face of Hunger Get 'em some Meat and Wine to chear their Hearts Make hast I say 1. Sould. What does he mean by this Captain Mac. To let us alone because we are not worth Hanging Car. Sit down poor Knaves Why where 's this Wine And Meat Who waits there Enter Servants with Wine and Meat and Hengo with ' em Serv. 'T is here Sir Heng. Who are these Uncle Car. They are Romans Boy Heng. Are these they That vex my Aunt so Can these Fight They look like Men of Clouts set to keep Crows From Orchards Why I dare Fight with these Car. That 's my good Chicken Well Gentlemen how d' ye feel your Stomacks Mac. Mightily coming Sir Car. I find a little Grace will serve your turns Give 'em some Wine Mac. Not yet we 're very Busie Heng. Hark'e Fellow Can ye do any thing but Eat Mac. Yes I can Drink too prithee hold thy Peace Little Boy I 'm busie Car. Here Famine here 's to thy General Mac. Thank you now I believe I have time To Pledge you Car. Fill 'em more VVine give 'em full Bowls Now which of you all in Recompence Of this Favour dare give me a home Thrust In the next Battle Mac. VVhy Faith Sir to do you a sufficient Recompence I don'● m●●h care If I knock Your Brains out C●● 〈◊〉 Faith I 'll forgive thee Hen. ●hou dar'st as well be hang'd 〈…〉 his Brains out Thou Skin of Man 〈…〉 not 〈◊〉 ●his 〈◊〉 〈…〉 don 't s 〈…〉 my 〈…〉 VVhen I can get it Hengo You kill my Unkle Car. He shan't Child Hengo He cannot he 's a Rogue An Eating Rog●e Oh that I wear a Man Mac. By this VVine the Youth 's brim-ful of Provocation But 't is no matter Here Noble Caratach Thy Health 1. Sold. Hark ye Macer if he should hang us now After all Mac. Let him I 'll hang like a Gentleman and a Roman Capt. your humble Servant VVe thank you heartily For your good Chear and shall be glad to meet you As well provided as we meet you now Car. Go see 'em to their Tents their VVine Has over-Master'd them Exeunt Caratach Hengo and Nennius Mac. Well Bless the Founder I say A Pox of These Britains I say how many pound of Beef Do they Devour to our one pound of Horse-flesh Exeunt SCENE the Temple Enter Druids Singing Bonduca Claudia 2d Daughter Venutius Nennius Comes Hengo c. 1 Dr. HEAR us Great Ruguith hear our Prayers 2 Defend defend thy British Isle Revive our Hopes D 〈…〉 our Fears 3 Nor L●t 〈◊〉 Altars be the Roman Spoil Chor. Des●●●d 〈◊〉 Powers Divine Descend 4 In Chariots of 〈…〉 ial Flame And touch 〈…〉 s you Defend Chor. O Save our Nation 〈◊〉 our Name 5 H 〈…〉 ye Gods of 〈◊〉 ●●ar us this Day Let us ●●t fali the 〈◊〉 〈…〉 ' s Prey Clip Clip their Wings 〈…〉 n home And Check the Towring 〈…〉 Rome Oracle First l●arn 〈…〉 Thunder here Bond. You Powerful Gods of Britain 〈…〉 our Prayers Hear us you Gre●● Revengers 〈…〉 ay Take Pity from our 〈…〉 s Dou 〈…〉 Valours Double the sad Remembrance of our Wrongs In every Breast The Vengeance due to those Make Infinite and Endless Rise from the Dust the Reliques of the Dead Whose Noble Deeds our Holy Druids Sing O Rise ye Valiant Bones let not Base Earth Oppress your Honour whilst the Pride of Rome Treads on your Stocks and wipes out all your Stories Ven. Thou great Tyranes whom your Sacred Priests Arm'd with their Dreadful Thunder play'd on high Above the rest of the Immortal Gods Send thy Consuming Fires and deadly Bolts And shoot 'em home Stick in each Roman Heart A Fear fit for Confusion Blast their Spirits Dwell in 'em to Destruction Through their Phalanx Strike as thou strik'st a proud Tree Shake their Bodies make their Strengths totter And their hopless Fortunes Unroot And Reel to Rome Claud. O thou God! If ever to thy Justice Insulting Wrongs and Ravishments of Women With Virgin Innocence have Access Now hear me Now snatch that Thunder up Now on these Romans Despisers of thy Power and of thy Altars Revenge thy self Take to thy Killing Anger To make thy great Work full thy Justice spoken And Utter Rooting from this Blessed Isle Of what Rome is or has been Bond. Give more Incense The Gods ●re D●af or Drowsie No happy Flame Rises to raise our Thoughts Pour on 2d Daugh. See Heaven and all you Powers that guide us See and shame we kneel so long for Pity At your ●lters since 't is no light Oblation That you look for No Incense Offering We will 〈◊〉 our Eyes And as we wear These Sto 〈…〉 Hourly Weeping So will we m 〈…〉 ur Pow'rs into Compassion Hengo This Te●r for Prosutagus My brave Father Ye God's Now think on Rome This for my Mother And all her Miseries O see and Save us A Smo●● from th● Al●●r Bond. The first takes Car. It does so But no Flame Rises Cease your Fe●●ful Prayers Your W 〈…〉 ings and your Lame Petitions The Gods Love Courage Arm'd with Innocence And Prayers fit to pull 'em down weak Tears And Troubled Hearts the Dull Twins of Cold Spirits They sit and Smile at Hear how I salute them Divine Andate Thou who hold'st the Reins Of Furious Battles and Disorder'd War And Proudly Rowl'st thy swarthy Charriot Wheels Over the Heaps and Wounds of Carcasses Sayling through Seas of Blood Thou sure Steel'd Give us this Day good Hearts good Enemies Good Blows o' both sides Wounds that Fear or Flight Can claim no share in Steel us both with Anger 's And Warlike Executions fit thy Viewing Let Rome put on her best strength And thy Britain Thy little Britain but as great in Fortune Meet her as strong as she as proud as daring And then look on thou Red Ey'd God who does Reward with Honour Who Despair makes fly Unarm for ever and Brand with Infancy Grant this Divine Andate 't is but Justice And my first Blow Thus on this Holy Altar I

peevish Neighbour for our Land-Marks We'd think of Peace But where we grapple for the Ground we live on The Liberty we hold as dear as Life And with these Swords that know no end of Battle That where they march but measure out more Ground To add to Rome and here i' th' Bowels of us It must not be whilst there 's an Eagle wav'd In British Air we 'll never think of Peace Bond. O Caratach As thou hast nobly spoken shall be done The Romans shall have worthy Wars to thee I give in Charge this little Royal Graft The tender Care and future Price of Britain With thee he 's safe as in his Mother 's Arms. Car. And little Sir when your young Bones grow stiffer And when I see you able in a Morning To beat a dozen Boys and then to Breakfast I 'll tie ye to a Sword Heng. And what then Unckle Car. Then you must kill Sir the next valiant Roman That calls you Knave Heng. And must I kill but one Car. A Hundred Boy I hope Heng. I hope Five Hundred Car. That 's a Noble Boy Come Madam Let 's to our several Charges Is Venutius Return'd from viewing the Roman Camp Bond. Where 's your Venutius Girl You best can tell Is he come back my Claudia Car. Nay blush not Lady for with Pride I speak it A braver Britain never shone in Armour Nature has polish'd every part so smoothly As if she only meant him for a Lover But when as I have oft with Pleasure seen him He calls up all the Man to rush to War Then Fury sparkles from Majestick Beauty The Soldier kindles and I lose the Lover Only to wonder at the Godlike Hero Clau. You 've nobly recompenc'd his Service Greatly return'd that Praise that loud as Fame Has often sounded of the Mighty Caratach Bond. Venutius has deserv'd your Love my Daughter And here he comes to claim it Enter Venutius Venutius welcome Have ye view'd the Romans Ven. Yes they are few and meanly sculk'd behind Their labour'd Trenches Ben. Where thy Courage drove'em Go my Venutius to thy Mistress Arms Thus I reward thy Toil and crown thy Wishes Ven. Thus then I 'll thank ye By the mighty Joys that fill my Soul Thou' rt dearer dearer to me Than all the Triumphs that the War cou'd promise Bond. To morrow let us push the Conquest home And drive th' unwilling Romans from our Isle And then we 'll solemnize your Loves in Peace The Holy Priest shall join your Souls for ever Ven. Speak that agen I 'm lost in Extasie The Trumpet that allarm'd my Soul to War Ne'er rais'd me half so high Car. Spoke like a Soldier I 've always been thy Leader but to morrow I 'll follow thee Love leads us on to Conquest Methinks I see the Toils of Battle cease And weary Britain husht once more in Peace And thee presented to thy Claudia's Arms Free from the Midnight Terror of Allarms For who what Roman can our Rage oppose When Love and Courage shoot us on our Foes Exeunt Car. Bond. Bonvica Hengo manet Ven. Claudia Ven. Now I am truly happy Oh my Claudia With this Reward the great Reward of Beauty The batter'd Soldier crowns his glorious Labours And softens all the rugged Toils of Danger To morrow Oh! Wou't thou not joy my Claudia When from a bloody Field of slaughter'd Romans Thy weary Soldier comes with full Desire And brings thee Love and Conquest Clau. Yes and with these soft Arms I 'll hold you fast Till Honour calls you from me And when fresh Dangers court you to new Wars When your Soul springs to follow dreadful Glory Like a true Britain like Bonduca's Daughter I 'll dress my Hero bring his Shining Armour Admire my Soldier while with Pride I view The graceful Horrors graven on his Shield And Terror sitting on his haughty Crest Then praise embrace and urge him to the War And then Ven. And then When the rough bus'ness of the day is o're When all my glittering Arms are red with Slaughter And shouting Britains bring me home in Triumph Let these dear Arms be open to receive me To lull my Cares and soften 'em to Rest To make me lose the Hero in the Lover And all the Soldier melt to Love and Peace Clau. Yes and I 'll torture you a thousand ways With thousand thousand Questions of the War With trembling pleasure I will hear it all Heal every Wound you name with balmy Love Clasp my Victorious Hero in my Arms Praise him in every little tender way And bless kind Heaven for all the danger past Ven. Ye Gods Is there such Excellence in Woman By all the Promises of glorious Love I 'm so impatient till thou art all my own I dare not lose a moment though with thee New dawning Glory breaks upon my Soul And all my Spirits up to rush to Battle To launch with Fury on the wondring Romans Drive 'em to Fate then big with Love and Conquest Fly to the Altar with a Bridegroom's Joy Perform the hasty Rites of Holy Marriage And seize the noble Prize of all my Labours Claud. Then sure I shall be free from odious Love Ven. What means my Blessing Claud Oh my Venutius that grim Royal Pict That joins his Troops with us against the Romans That we 've so often doubted for a Traitor That Fiend still troubles all my softer hours And haunts me with his sawcy Brutal Passion Ven. Gods what that finish'd piece of perfect Monster Durst he blaspheme the Sacred Name of Love Comes peeps I pity him use him my Claudia use him For thy Diversion he 's beneath thy Scorn 'T is but a Day and then with envious Eyes He 'll see me triumph in my Claudia's Beauty And never dare to own his Passion more Farewel my Love and tho' 't is Death to part Yet for a while my Glory calls me from thee Claud. And will you go so soon One moment longer Ven. Oh I cou'd stay an Age and still complain Of leaving thee too soon But my Charge waits me And I must see my Troops prepar'd for Battel Farewel We part to meet in Peace to join For ever join and give an Age to Love Exit Venutius Enter Comes and meets Claudia as she 's going out Com. What! my brightest Amazon in Arms agen The Toil and Danger of the War is o're Claud. Have I not cause to wear a stronger Guard When a worse Foe comes on Com. The Romans sure will tempt your Rage no more Claud. But I fear thou wilt Com. Ha! then am I The Foe you meant I come my Beauteous Claudia To talk of Friendly things of Peace and Love Claud. O think agen Sir for they both disown thee There is no Peace and Love where thou art present To mix thy self and spoil the God-like Compound Com. Why dost thou dart at me those scornful Beams Of Angry Beauty Oh! Look milder on me 'T was Love that made me first a Foe to Rome To

Enemy We pay for it our own Swords cut our Throats Why do you offer to Command Why do ye meddle in Men's Affairs Bond. 〈◊〉 help all yet my Soldier Exeunt Car. Go home and Spin. Now comes the Tempest on A shout within Oh Woman Woman At the first design'd A Plague and sure Destruction to Man-kind Exeunt An Alarm Enter Suetonius Petilius c. Suet. Close my brave Fellows Honourable Romans The World cannot Redeem 'em they are ours Charge close Petilius haste one sudden blow Must be the Britains certain overthrow Exeunt Enter Bonduca Venutius Claudia Bonvica c. Bond. Whither fly you Stay you shames of Britain Back back ye Cowards Oh ye fearful Hares Doves in your Anger Will you leave your Queen Leave her thus desolate with her hapless Children To Roman Rape and Fury Enter Caratach and Hengo Car. Fly ye Buzzards ye have Wings enough I find 〈◊〉 Woman Woman thou hast lost all Bond. Forgive me Noble Caratach Car. May Heaven forgive you hasten to your Castle 〈…〉 Refuge farewel wretched Queen 〈◊〉 how the Romans ring 〈◊〉 〈…〉 Away Exeunt Bonduca c. Hengo Good Uncle let me go too I 'm frighted at this noise it sounds methinks Like Thunder Car. No my Boy Thy Fortune 's mine and I will never leave thee Thou might'st have been an Heir to Britain's Crown but that the ill Conduct of thy Mother lost that But heark the Enemy approaches near We must be gone my Boy but Heaven knows where For Britain now submits to Roman Powers And nothing but our lengths of Earth are ours Exeunt ACT IV. Enter Venutius and Claudia Ven. ALL 's lost All 's lost And our British Soil So often fed with dying Roman's Blood Is now all cover'd o'er with slaughter'd Britains Whose yet warm Gore lies reeking on the Plains As if our Mother Earth refus'd a draught So horrid and unnatural Claud. Where'er Our Fears Conduct us still we may behold The Dead or Dying whose louder Cries o'ercome The Exclamations of the Conquering Romans Ven. Let 'em cry on till their wild Voices reach You Auzure-Mansion of the Partial Gods But they are Deaf or sure we might have hop'd for A happier Harvest of our well-tun'd Prayers Claud. Injurious Heav'n where 's now our Promis'd Bliss The good old Priest that shou'd have joyn'd our Loves The Virgin Hands to lead us to the Temple And Hymen's Lamp to smile upon our Joys No Priests No Virgins Hands or Lamp of Hymen Or if there is 't is blown into a Flame The Flame of War that with devoaring haste Bounds o'er the Land Ven. O Claudia Thou Beauties Excellence Thou Glorious Prize of my yet fruitless Labours The Cause and the Reward of all my Toyls Did I for thee and Honour draw my Sword And must I must I sheath it in Dishonour Claud. No more my Hero For in spight of Fortune Fortune a Coward-Slave t' a Soul like thine Thou still art Great far greater in thy self Than all the Conquests of Insulting Rome Let me gaze on thee fly into thy Arms Drown all my Cares in Ecstacies of Joy For tho' the World is lost I 'll Triumph here Ven. Hear this ye Gods Hear this And from the Crowd Of all the Darling Romans bring a Faith That dares to match with Hers. Claud. No. Tho' Conquer'd I 'm still a Princess Daughter To a Queen the Great Bonduca Her Whose powerful Arms have lasht the Fury Of those stubborn Tyrants these Sons of the Empire Thunder-Bolts of War whose wild Ambition Seems t' out brave the Stars Ven. O thou Great Soul Thou Generous Heir to all Thy Mother's Beauty and thy Father's Virtue How oft in times to come when Fame shall ripen The Stories of thy Fortune will the Virgins Bow to thy Name and in the height of Wonder Change all their Womans Fears for Manly Courage And the young Hero sledg'd with dear-bought Conquest Melt into Love with to have liv'd like me Thus to admire thus close to press thee ever Enter Comes Claud No more my Love see where the Pict appears Good Heav'n Does he still live And cou'd not Fate Arm'd with so many Weapons find his Head And 〈◊〉 the Earth that Groans beneath the Monster I cou'd not sight my itching ●lesh oppos'd The Dictates of my Soul Truth is I never knew A wh 〈…〉 Lover but he was a Coward And yet they say that Woman's ●oy Venutius That Youth who has the Heroe and the Lover Blended together did work Miracles And in the foremost Ranks sustain the Battel Why be it so had she encourag'd me Like him perhaps I might have dar'd beyond him Ven. How gloomy and distracted he appears Claud. His Looks wear Horror and his Thoughts Destruction Com. She 's but a Woman proud and obstinate And when I know a thousand may be had Why shou'd I vilely lose one thought on her And to her Folly Sacrifice my Quiet Ha! She 's here and her proud Mignion with her 'T is fixt within and Fate waits ready for him Hail wond'rous Youth Thou Glory of this Isle Blest Britain's Hopes and Terror of the Romans Whose Eagles that once led 'em on to Conquest Now hide their Heads and flag their trembling Wings Claud. What means this Sycophant Com. Whose very Name Can do the work of twenty thousand Soldiers The Nobl'st Tempers e'er drew Sword for Slaughter Are proud to be compar'd to thee thou Heroe Whose yet Green Youth has done the work of Ages Ven. Come no more I know thy Pride and scorn it But if thou art wise don't urge me beyond bearing This Sword still warm with the bold Romans Blood Ne'er yet unsheath'd but in bright Honour's Field Shall do a Murder on thee if thou dost Com. Yes now thou talk'st stay let me view him nearer Is this Venutius This the Youth that basely Whistled his Honour off to the Wind and coldly Shrunk his inglorious Head whilst the tough Soldier Sweat Blood and Spirit for a Glorious Harvest Thou Popingjay Thou ten de●●ees beyond A Coward What fly to a Woman's Arms Forsake the Field so basely Out upon 't Thou fit to fight with Romans Thou a Soldier Go home and hang thy Arms up le 〈…〉 ot 'em Go take a Distaff Fool for what brave Soldier What Man that loves to fight for Britain Will ever follow thee Ven. Did I do this Did I forsake the Field Did I when Courted by loud Fame and Fortune Shrink back my Head or in a Womans Arms Melt down my Manly Courage O all ye Gods Must I bear this Must I with Patience hear it Nay then I am that Fool that Thing he call'd me Follow thou Friend follow me if thou dar'st Come to the Field there thou shalt see this Coward This Womans Toy this Popingjay do Wonders And what before the Admiring Army saw Thou shal't behold again Ha! Laugh'st thou Hell hound Com. Yes to see thee Rave Where 's now thy Wisdom and that Manly temper Thou hast so often bragg'd of

for sake me now Heng. O Uncle Uncle I feel I cannot stay long Yet I 'll fetch it to keep your Noble Life Uncle I am heart-whole and wou'd live Cara. Thou sha't long I hope Heng. But my Head Uncle Methinks the Rock goes round Don't you hear the noise of Bells Cara. Of Bells Boy 'T is thy fancy Alas thy Body's full of Wind. Heng. Methinks Sir they ring a strange sad Knell A Preparation to some near Funeral of State Nay weep not my own sweet Uncle You will kill me sooner Car. O my poor Chicken Heng. Fie faint-hearted Uncle Come tie me in your Belt and let me down Car. I 'll go my self Boy Heng. No as you love me Uncle I will not eat if I do not fetch it The danger only I desire pray tie me Cara. I will and all my Care hang over thee Come Child my Valiant Child Heng. Let me down apace Uncle And you shall see how like a Daw I 'll whip it From all their Policies for 't is most certain A Roman Train and you must hold me sure too You 'll spoil all else when I have got it Uncle We 'll be as merry Cara. Go i' th' Name of Heaven Boy Heng. Quick quick Uncle I have it Oh! Cara. What ail'st thou Heng. O my best Uncle I am slain Cara. I see ye and Heaven direct my Hand Destruction go with thy Coward Soul How do'st thou Boy O Villain Villain Villain Heng. O Uncle Uncle How it pricks me Am I preserv'd for this Extreamly pricks me Cara. Coward Rascal Coward Dogs eat thy Flesh Heng. O! I bleed hard I faint too upon 't How sick I am the Lean Rogue Uncle Cara. Look Boy I have laid him sure enough Heng. Have ye knockt his Brains out Cara. I warrant thee from stirring more Chear up Child Heng. Hold my Sides hard stop stop O wretched Fortune Must we part thus Still I grow sicker Uncle Cara. Heaven look upon this Noble Child Heng. I once hoped I shou'd have liv'd to have met these bloody Romans At my Swords point to have Reveng'd my Father's To have beaten ' em O hold me hard Uncle Cara. Thou sha't live still I hope Boy Heng. I wou'd live a little longer Spare me Heavens but only to thank you For your tender Love Good Uncle Good Noble Uncle weep not Cara. O my Chicken My Dear Boy What shall I loose Hen. Why a Child that must have Dy'd however Had this escaped me Feaver or Famine I was Born to Die Sir Cara. But thus unblown my Boy Hen. I shall go the streighter my Journey to the Gods Sure I shall know when you come Uncle Cara. Yes Boy Heng. And I hope we shall enjoy together That Great Blessedness you told me of Cara. Most certain Child Heng. I grow Cold my Eyes are going Cara. Lift 'em up Heng. Pray for me and Noble Uncle when my Bones are Ashes think of your little Nephew Mercy Cara. Mercy you Blessed Angels take him Heng. Kiss me so farewel farewel Dies Cara. Farewel the Hopes of Britain Thou Royal Graft farewel farewel Time and Death you have done your worst Fortune now see now proudly pluck off this Veil And view thy Triumph Look look What thou hast brought this Land to O Fair Flower How lovely yet thy Ruins show How sweetly even Death embraces thee The Peace of Heav'n the Followship of all Great Souls be with thee Enter Suetonius Petilius with Roman Soldiers Suet. Yield thee bold Caratach by all the Gods I swear As I 'm a Soldier as I envy thee I 'll use thee like thy self th' Valliant Britain Petil. Brave Soldier yield Thou Stock of Arms and Honour Thou filler of the World with Fame and Glory Suet. Excellent Britain do me but that honour That more to me than Conquest that true happiness To be my Friend Car. O Romans See what here is 〈…〉 Boy liv'd Suet. For Fame's sake forthy Sw 〈…〉 As thou desir'st to build thy Virtues 〈…〉 Car. No Roman No! I wear 〈…〉 Soul A Soul too great for Slav'ry 〈…〉 Boy My dear lov'd Hengo From thy 〈…〉 down Behold the last of thy great Race 〈…〉 ing Suetonius view this little Cas 〈…〉 By Roman Rapine Robb'd of all his Wealth A fair rich Soyl that Precious Royal Gem By Fate 's too Barbarous Hand untimely snatcht These Tears I sacrifice to thee my Boy But to my Queen and my unhappy Country This richer Purple Stream my Blood I give Suet. O thou too envy'd Miracles of Worth What bast thou done Nas Rome too poor a Mistress To Wed thee to her Arms Not one Charm In all her Courting Smiles and Proffer'd Lawrels Car. Rome Sir ah no! She bids a Price too small To Bribe me into Life my bleeding Country Calls me to Nobler Wreaths and in her Fall To mount a Star in Albion's long long Night And when her Caratach dies in such a Cause A British Tomb outshines a Roman Triumph Suet. Prodigious Virtue Car. Out-live my Country's Liberty Shall Caratach dare but to think that Thought Now Britain is all yours but as my Blood From this small Fountain flows grant me one Favour Lay this Young British Rose Cropt in the Bud Close by my side and since the World your own Spare us but Earth enough to cover o'er These small Remains and I shall ask no more Dies Suet. That Hollow'd Relick Thou Rich Diamond Cut with the own Dust Thou for whose wide Fame The would appears too narrow all Man's thought Had they all Tongues too silent Thus I bow To thy most Honoured Ashes tho' an Enemy Yet Friend to all thy Worths Sleep peaceably Happiness Crown thy Soul and in thy Earth Some Lawrel fix his Seat there grow and Flourish And make thy Grave an Everlasting Triumph Farewel all Glorious Wars now thou art gone All Noble Battels Maintain'd in Thirs 〈…〉 and not of Blood Farewel for ever No 〈…〉 please Bear off the Noble 〈…〉 a File High as Olimpus that may 〈…〉 wonder To see a Star on Earth o 〈…〉 O ever Lov'd and ever L 〈…〉 Thy Honour'd and most 〈…〉 Memory EPILOGUE Spoken by Miss DENNY CHOCK But Six Years Old WELL now to speak a Good Word for the Play Dear Gallants but alass What can I say I am too Young for your kind Smiles to pray When we ask Favours Naughty Men from you We must be Old enough to grant 'em too Old Pray how Old O Yes our Cupid's Darts Must first be Feather'd e're we shoot at Hearts But these weak Eyes too feeble Charms 't is true You may look Babies there but that won't do We must be able to make Babies too Who knows what Charms I have I hear A Gentle Story whisper'd in your Ear Has that strange power nay Sirs if that will get ye You 'll find that I can prattle very pretty You heard me t'other Day in Young Queen Betty Such Honey-words such dear soft words I 'll call Say such fine things if saying will do all Ah no the soft white Birds that sing to you Must be grown up to Bill as well as Cooe And I 'm too small to win your Hearts that way But tho' I 'm yet too Young for Turtles play By your warm Suns a Blooming Flower I 'll grow And keep my Rose-bud for your Smiles to Blow FINIS A Catalogue of some Plays Printed for 〈◊〉 〈…〉 tley in Russel-street in Covent Garden BEaumont and Fletcher s Plays In all 51. in large Fol. Mr. Shakespear's Plays In one large Fol. Volume containing 43 Plays Mr. Nathaniel Lee's Plays In one Volume Mr. Otway's Plays In one Volume Mr. Shadwel's Plays In one Volume Mr. Dryden's Plays In two Volumes His other Poems One Volume more A. 1 All mistaken or the mad Couple 2 Alexander the Great 3 Andromache 4 Ambitious Statesman or the Loyal Favourite 5 Virtue Betray'd or Anna-Bullen 6 Abdellazor or the Moor's Revenge 7 Amorous Prince 8 Amends for Ladies 9 Albumazor 10 Amboyna a Tragedy 11 All for Love or the World well lost 12 Aurinzeb or the Great Mogul 13 Assignation or Love in a Nunnery B. 14 Brutus of Alba. 15 Byron's Conspiracy 1st Part. 16 Byron's Conspiracy 2d Part. 17 Banditti or the Lady in distress 18 Busey d'Ambois C. 19 Cambyses King of Persia a Tragedy 20 Chances a Comedy altered by the Duke of Buckingham 21 Cleomenes or the Spartan Heroe 22 Caesar Borgia 23 Country Wit 24 Calisto or the Chast Nymph 25 Country Wife 26 City Politicks 27 Constantive 28 Common-wealth of Women 29 Counterf 〈…〉 30 Caius Marius D. 31 Darius King of Persia a Tragedy 32 Dramatick 〈◊〉 by Mr. Dryden 33 Destruction of Jerusalem in two Parts 34 Duke of G●ise 35 Dutch Lovers 36 Duke of 〈◊〉 37 Disappointment E. 38 Epsome-Wells 39 English Monsieur 40 Esquire Old Sap or the Night Adventures 41 Essex and Elizabeth or the Unhappy Favourite 42 Empress of Morocco 43 Evening Love or Mock Astrologer F. 44 Forc'd Marriage or the Jealous Bridegroom 45 The Fond Husband or Plotting Sisters 46 Fool turn'd Critick 47 The Fatal Wager 48 Fatal Jealousie 49 False Count. G. 50 Gentleman Dancing Master 51 Generous Enemies or the Rediculous Lovers 52 Gloriana or the Court of Augustus Caesar 53 Grateful Servant