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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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potent pleadings of your vertuous Queene and unmatch'd Matilda that I hold it now impossible for your Majestie ever to obtain her K. Ha! Fitz. That last was musick K. Nay kill us all kill us all will ye read on sir Let. Briefly by that time these Letters kisse your Royall hands she will be cloysterd up in Dunmow Abbey and end her dayes a Vestall wheither I could not choose but convey her being thereunto forcibly charmed by her teares and entreaties and especially forc'd by a secret command from heaven to mine owne conscience I remaine your most excellent Majesties transgressing servant Hubert K. Most excellent villaine Fitz. Observe King John e're heaven will vertue faile Contrary meanes all winds shall sill her saile Ches How like a Hare the Greyhounds chaps still at her Yet still she scapes the King is full of tempest K. She 's gone for ever Oh Hubert let us never meet again Never more meet Fitzwater fetch herbut back As from the first so from this Isabell Wee 'l be divorc'd marry and set Matilda I' th regall Chaire the Kings admired Mistresse Fitz. But will ye say and do sir K. Yet there is hope now by my Crown I will We shall be Sonne and Father thou and I Will walke upon our Pallace battlements And thou shalt carty up a covetous eye And thou shalt cast that covetous eye about The fair delightful village-spotted valleyes Thou shalt stand still and think and recollect The troubl'd longings of thy large desires And whatsoever thou shalt aske the King Of all thou see'st the King shall give it thee Fitz. Well let one one ride before and certifie That we are comming K. Chester put on wings To himselfe Thou good old man the bird that croak'd now sings Exeunt Actus 5. Scoena 1. Enter King and Fitzwater Oxford meeting them K. THese are the Abby walls Oxford what news Ox. Matilda is afraid to venture forth But on yon battlements it was her promise Ent. Abbess and Matilda above With the Lady Abbess to appear and see sir K. Give us leave• Oh were that habite Not so unkind a foe to faire increase I 'de call it then celestiall and swear A bright star mov'd in that immaculate spheare Matilda Mistresse of many Graces And lovely as the blush that breaks the day Cast thy commanding eyes upon a King Whom love hath made a begger Ab. Why hunts the King With such a violent poursuit a chaste Dove That hath given up her name to heaven and stands White as her spotlesse vesture Fitz. Lady Abbesse Pray give me leave and hearken my Matilda I bring thee gol•n news my Girle we have cast An ill-becomming Calumnie upon The Kings love all this while for he protest• To be divorc'd from Isabell the Queene And by marriage set thee in his B•d A plant to spring and prosper women naturally Do aflect soveraignty wilt thou runne retrograde In 〈◊〉 faire Zodiack though all wayes yet Have fail'd this will take I am sure To the King Mat. Who hath taught my Father To tum Apostate to that integrity Slept in his noble breast through a divorce I run to golden ruine the King marry me K. And make thee Queen of him and two large Kingdoms The Christian world when they shall hear shall wonder And magnifie in their abundant praises The glory of our Marriage Mat. Oh my Lord here I can call necessity Excellent Pyhsick for a vast desire Our wants are holy waters cast on lust's fire Fitz. Oh brave brave Girle That I had thee here to buss thee Her very breath did smell of heaven K. Matilda Fitz. I have found thee Gold my Girle These are glorious wrestlings Celestial struglings passion of me that joy Should carry Aprill eyes weeps K. Matilda Look upon thy soveraigne courting Thy cruelty with a paire of wooing eyes Labouring for mercy Fitz. No no Matilda look upon thy soveraigne Thy chastity with tempting wanton eyes Labouring in lust K. Thou man of rude defects let me alone Fitz. Thou man of wilde desires let me alone K. Ha! Fitz. Tut tut I know whose Cause I have in hand And neither ha's nor hems can fright plain Robin The wound that foolish love-Boy there what call ye him Had struck your heart with because your smooth tongue You could not come to supple it as the Dog does his foot With fair fine words you could lick me and then Lift me to stroak it and heale it by Atturney He steers not steddy thae delights to roame Craft sets out swift but ever comes short home I tell ye truth I. K. Abbesse deliver up Mattlda Or with an Army fill'd with Ruffians Ra•ishers The very Sonnes of darknesse we will levell This building to the bottome A. We know the King Being reconcil'd unto his mother Church •annot conceive such out-rage Appears passionate Fitz. Now ye stamp do ye Mat. Father farewell and to my Lord my King The service of his most obseq••ous Hand-maid And good your Maiestie be •l•as'd to remember How excellently-admirable your Crown Will then become ye when you shall •ast off The habite of your passions I will pray for you sir And if 't be possible with prayers and teares Quench your de•res and fortifie my feares Exit Fitz. A Fathers blessing like a welcome cloud With child of friendly showers hover o're thy goodnesse And keep it evergreen she is gone sir K. Go thou and runne into the Sea Fitz. Ha ha So the great Emperor of the Ba•rons As you cal'd him May come out aagin i' th guts of a poor John No no I will live and laugh you would have made her The mistresse of the King and she is married To the Kings Master oh to the noblest King Poore supplicant ever kneel'd to to your King And her King and to my King she 's married Oh married married let the Satyrs dance it The sweet Birds sing it let the winds be wanton And as they softly with an evening whisper Steal through the curl'd locks of the lofty woods Let them in their sweet language seem to say This this was chaste Matilda's Marriage day Exit Fitz. K. It resolv'd irrevocable who waits Enter Chester Ches Sir Enter Confessor K. Have an eye apon that Fox where 's our Confessor Con. Attending sir K. Your ear do this Con. I shall sir K. And hark you without all expostulation speedily Make Brand the Instrument Con. I shall not fail sir Exit K. All my blood turns she is now past all recovery Oh day draw in thy light Time do not keep This Deed for story Memory fall asleep In black oblivions Cavern let this day Still skip the Kalend and be wip'd away From all discourse oh let no chaste Maid Remembring how Matilda was betray'd With bitter teares curse the too cruell King No Satyr dance this day no sweet bird sing But let the Raven and Screcth Owl cry Matilda the chaste Maid must this day dye Exit Enter Brand and the Abbesse reading a Letter
Bru. What art thou Shewes himselfe Bra. One that will take your honoorable Purse And yet passe quit at the Common Law Y. Bru. Wert thou the expert Master of this peece Bra. You being kinsman to my Lord and Master Who ever hated this blood I dare tell you I practi•'d first a businesse late at Winsor Upon a Mother and her Sonne Y. Bru. Hold heart old Bruces Lady And the brat her Sonne Wer 't thou the happy instrument To cut these Houses down didst thou do that Bra. It would deserve well priz'd another Purse sir Y. Bru. Gold must not part us didst do 't Gives him more Gold Bra. Both that and this by this stand sir Y. Bru. Sonne of the Devill have I sound thee Bra. Sure he knows me Y. Bru. Fool dost thou draw a sword What a loud lye thou dost give heaven to think A sword can shield the guilty look here villaine Upon my horrid point where death in tempest And whirle-winds stares upon thee thou murderer Of my Mother Brother and my Kinswoman Bra. S'root here was a Purse with a bob at the end on t Pray take your Purse againe Y. Bru. Toad I will take thy heart first Bra. I deny nothing then Resolution crowns my craft for those at Winsor Let me free the King I •ami••'d them because Your Mother was too coy you may guess the rest For this it was King Johns in junction And I have done it daintily by this light Y. Bru. By darknesse and •er Angels Thy near kinsmen Thou shalt not live five minutes for 't They fight Bran• falls young Bruce keeps him down Bra. O sir what mean ye Y. Bru. To aske thee for a Mother a sweet Brother A chaste kinswoman oh that thou couldst be Ten daies a dying Slave I 'le stick thy Trunck So thick with wounds it shall appear a Book Full of red Letters Characters of thy cruelty stabs him Bra. This is no bleeding moneth fir Y. Bru. Thou lyest look yonder There lyes mine Almanack a celestiall body Points to Matilda's Course Stabs Whose revolution period pale aspect All tell me'tis high time that thou shouldst bleed Bra. Oh Y. Bru. Thy veines are all corruption Toads belch not fouler And should thy Trunck be thrown upon a dunghill As it deserves no better buriall The sent would poyson swine the very dogs Would with howlings fly as from a mid-night •end And every Raven that should 〈◊〉 upon 't Would seek forsaken Deserts and there die Full of infection Stabs Bra. Oh that last has finish't me And where I go I know not a bloody Cloud Hath hid heaven from me like a purple shrowd Dyes Y. Bru. Feast thou the Crows This body I 'le convey to Winsor where my Mother And my sweet murther'd Brother wee 'l expose As spurs of righteous vengeance to all eyes Conscience and Blood are strong incessant cryes Exit Enter King and Lords below old Bruce Leister Oxford and Fitzwater above Charge K. You Sonnes of death and disobedience Why is the King kept out Ol. Bru. You shall know sir Is' t not enough the whole Lands Liberties Lye yet a gasping by your head strong passions Wounded by your neglect but through blood D'•e chase your vast desires my Wife and Sonne sir K. A game as we are Prince in our Royall word The villaine past our precept Ol. Bru. As you past heavens In your bloody masquing night at Baynards Castle When all the floores and the white walls wore bloody Deep crimson blushes to behold a Prince In blood pursue his passions K. Bar'd out and brav'd You bate and chafe a Lyon bring old Fitzwater Thou Bruce and grumbling Leister either speedily Give up the Castle and upon your knees Fall to the mercy you have scorn'd or here Before a paire of minutes passe the sword Of incens'd justice shall even in your eyes Leave this old Rebell headlesse Fitz. Now by the blood I lost in holy Palestine with Richard Oh that right reall Souldier King John I sweare That foul-word Rebel ha•unrivited The ba•s of reason and made me very angry Is it to take truths part to be a Rebel To ease my groaning Country is that Rebellion To preserve the unstain'd honour of a Maid And that maid my daughter to preserve your glory That you stand not branded in our Chronicles By the black name of Wedlock-breaker is this Good heaven is this Rebellion Come come the Axe Oh that wrong'd soul to death so falsely given Ent. Mowbra• Flies sweetly singing her own truth to heaven Mow. Stand on your guard-sir Young Bruce with twenty thousand Strong able men from Cambridge and Essex With a speedy march and with as dreadful threatnings Comes thundering towards Winsor all his Ensigns Crimson and black which in their want•n wavings Cry to the frighted Country as he marches Nothing but blood and d•ath Ol. Bru. Oh noble Sonne of a murpered M•ther Leis Honourable young man K. Draw up our forces like a pair of angry winds That have got a hollow Cloud with child of tempests Wee 'l make the valleyes tremble Enter Chester Ches Resist now sir Or the whole Kingdome trembles •ewis the Dolphines By th' politique working of ingenius Richmond Who was sent for him with six hundred sayle And fourscore Flat-boats is let in at Dover Subduing as they march and the Towns willingly Givin••hem way they have reach'd Rochester And if a speedy swift prevention meet not They will for London certainly Leis Now John thy Crown sits quivering Ches These here so resolute Mow. Youug Bruce so potent Ox• And which strikes deepe a factious forraigne foot Upon our earth 't is a dangerous triplcity So that our Forces were they three times trebl'd Distracted with a division thus trianguler Cannot promise safety K. Take it not Time for now The goodliest Oak in the whole wood must bow Fitz. Oh that was very well said sir nor shall ye bow But unto heaven and vertue for Kings have boasted To be her servants oh in this tempest sir Give her the helme good brother Bruce the King Has faithfully acquitted him of the bloods Of your Wife and Sonne Leister the King now looks Upon his passions with a displeased eye Trust to our faiths sir give the Land her Liberties And do but look upon my poor Matilda K. Oh oh Fitz. With Kingly chaste eyes and a holy soul My brother shall command his Sonne to obedience Leister and he shall give ye up the Castle We will call Richmond with his powers from Lewis We will be all one soule againe and force The skipping French to put to Sea again And you shall stand a King then absolute Good brother Leister sir upon my knee I urge your goodnesse now shall we still stand And chaine our freedomes to a forraign hand When we shun seen Rocks then we safely sayle Good good King John let the old man prevaile K. Oh Chester run to Dunmow and if Brand yet Have kept his hand whi•e bid that Brand forbear For