The CORONATION OF Queen Elizabeth WITH The RESTAURATION OF THE Protestant Religion OR The DOWNFAL OF THE POPE Being a most Excellent PLAY As it was ACTED BOTH AT Bartholomew and Southwark FAIRS This present Year 1680. With great Applause and Approved of and highly Commended by all the Protestant Nobility Gentry and Commonalty of ENGLAND who came to be Spectators of the same LONDON Printed for Ben. Harris at the Stationers Arms under the Piazza in Cornhil 1680 TO THE Protestant Reader KInd Reader After the great Applause this Play has gained upon the Stage I have thought fit for the better Satisfaction of the Curious to publish it to the World that all may plainly behold my sincere Intentions herein which was only to lay open the Cruelties and Villanies of Rome more to the Life than they have been exposed since the beginning of this late horrid and most barbarous Plot for upon second thoughts I considered that many who only saw this Play were not of such profound Capacities as to let it take a firm Impression upon their Memories therefore that all might the better weigh each particular circumstance as their leasure served them I have presumed to send it abroad into the World though no doubt amongst a thousand Foes whose Malice unquestionably will endeavour to asperse and fully the candid Reputation it has already gained amongst several Noble Personages of this Nation whose sound Judgments are undeniable the reason of it is perhaps because it plainly shews them as in a Mirror the purity of our Religion and the gross Absurdities and Cruelties of the Pope and Church of Rome in their proper Colours not gilded over with borrowed Ornaments or Fictious which never were but howsoever under the friendly Patronage of all truly Loyal Protestants I have sent it abroad to tell the World the Noble Exploits Heroick Resolutions and Victories of that blest Queen who maugred all the Plots and dire Conspiracies of Rome to the last moment of her long and prosperous Reign So I remain a Lover of all that own the Name of Protestants and live up to the Dictates of that Sacred Profession to serve them in all sincerity J. D. The Actors QVEEN ELIZABETH 1. Bishop Protestants 2. Bishop Protestants A Lord General to the Queen Another Lord. 1. Popish Cardinal 2. Popish Cardinal Tim. a Tinker Brush a Cooper Honey-Suckle a Cook The Pope Devil 2. Jesuits designed to kill the Queen Dulcemente a Nun Ravished by the Pope Cardinal Moricena her Father 2. Ghosts 2 Devils more Singers and Mutes c. The CORONATION OF Queen Elizabeth WITH The RESTAURATION c. ACT I. SCENE I. The Noise of Kettle Drums and Trumpets are heard at which the Curtain rising discovers the Queen sitting under a Cloth of State in her Royal Robes attended by her Lords and Ladies of Honour two Bishops supporting her Crown and two Popish Cardinals standing at a distance The Scene imagined to be White-hall 1. Bish LOng live Elizabeth of England France and Ireland Queen sole Protector of our Lives Fortunes and Religion under whose Sacred Rule may it shine brighter than unclouded Stars A Lord. May Forreign Nations fly to do you Homage and Kings find Succour under the Shelter of your Wings Princes and Potentates bow down before you as the Universal Goodness of the World Ne'r was England so happy in a Monarch nor we in such a Royal Mistriss 2. Bishop May the Aethropians forget the Sun and fall down and worship you whose Sacred Influence governs thus Mankind Queen My thanks to all But I must refuse that Worship which the Immortal Powers have only bidden to themselves yet must own you next to the Powers above who have given me Essence and preserved my Life from Dangers great placing me upon this Throne to Rule a Tottering State driven by fierce Storms of Malice o'r the deep Billows of devouring Envy encompassed on every side with Foes yet fearless will I act First then To settle Religion the dearest part of Government and surest Rock for Princes to build upon shall be my speedy care to begin I 'll reform my own House and after that the Nation Therefore all you who pay Obedience to the See of Rome or think Supremacy due to the Pope we here discharge you and banish you our Court You my Lord Cardinals as chief must shew the way and in your rooms such faithful Ministers I 'll place as shall be worthy of so great a Charge Bloodshed and Rapine shall to Rome retire Murther and Luxury which feed the fire Shall to the Scarlet Beast for Succour fly And unimploy'd within his Bosom die Exeunt all but the 2 Cardinals 1. Cardinal Is it come to this 2. Card. Now Heresie begins to peep abroad that in Maryes days was laid as low as Earth 1. Card. Oh I could curse her Heart out nay my own for not preventing it before it had took root 2. Card. Horrors and Death why were our hands so tame when one brave stroak had done it at the Altar 1. Card. Where was this Devil Rome's great Counsellor where was he I say that he fore-saw not this Monster to have pashed it in the Mould of Nature or have strangled it in its Infancy e'r it grew to such a Gyantick Stature now enough to shake the very Throne of Rome 2. Card. It is not yet too late the Seeds are newly sown and e'r they root too deep we may pluck them up or by lopping off the Cedar make the Shrubs bend pliant as we please 1. Card. Let us about it then and lose no time methinks I could as freely strike the Heretick as one assured Salvation 2. Card. 'T is that must crown our Wishes the Queen once Murthered the rest are easily reduced unto the See of Rome let 's on then no opportunity must be omitted to get her speedily dispatched 'T is meritorious no doubt Blood and Murthers are Rome's chiefest Glories 1. Card. O Pius Quartuâ— assist us with thy Prayers and Hell if thou hop'st a glutting Harvest protect the best Religion Exeunt SCENE II. Enter Tim the Tinker Brush the Cooper and Honeysuckle the Cook with several other Rabble Tim. Enter Come Neighbours come This day is as we may say a Holy day for this day Queen Elizabeth is Crowned King of England and therefore we ought to keep it Holy All. We ought we ought Brush How Neighbour Holy Pray Neighbour have a care what you say for methinks talking of keeping a day Holy sounds as if we intended to keep a day for his Holiness Honey Who 's that talk's of his Holiness His Holiness is a Pimp and so is he that speaks of him I say no more I say no more Tim. Indeed Neighbour Brush my Neighbour Honeysuckle is in the right on 't for since King Elizabeth has Banish'd Popery out of England I say he 's a Son of a Whore that names any thing like it Brush Ay but Neighbour this had been Treason a year ago Tim.
But now we have got a King Elizabeth 't is no Treason Neighbours Agad I think my son as good a Christian now as any man of no Religion whatsoever Brush A year ago I had like to have been burnt for a Heretick because the Watch took me with a Bible in my Pocket which I had had there at least a quarter of a year and never thought on 't Tim. Nay I had like to have gone to pot too for saying that I was as great a Whoremaster as the Pope But those times are gone they are I thank my Stars or else we should all have smoak'd for speaking against the Pope Well I am but a Tinker but if I would have turn'd Papist I never needed to have mended Kettle more Honey How 's that never mended Kettle more that had been brave Tim. No for you must know I am a great Politician and a great Statesman that is a man of the State and a man of the State is a Statesman mark ye me Neighbours Honey Why then we are all Statesmen All. All all Statesmen Tim. Yes every Man and Mother's Child that don't go to Church too often for if ye go to Church too often People takes ye to be Religious and then ye are look'd upon as all Plotters Traitors Conspirators and the like for under Religion the Pope acts all his Villanies and every one knows that he is the greatest Churchman in the World All. He is he is he is Brush But come Neighbours to make right use of this Holy-day let us go to the Ale-house and there drink till we are drunk come home and beat our Wives and so to Sleep Come come come Neighbours come As they are going out Enter two Cardinals Honey Ha What ha we got here two young Popes Brush No no They are Cardinals Tim. How Canibals Neighbours Ud'slud they look as if they were a hungry I had best have a care they don't eat me But now I think on 't Gentlemen Pray how dare you stay in London since King Elizabeth has Banished Popery out of England 1 Card. Why you know we ought to have Preach'd to you but Here they run upon 'um rudely All. But what But what 2 Card. Why ye are a company of Incorrigible Impenitent and Exorbitant Wretches Brush How 's that Neighbours Exorbitant Tim. Ay that 's a hard word Neighbours let me see Exorbitant is is is as much as to say Exorbitant Honey As much as to say we are all Whores Birds Tim. All Sons of Whores every Man and Mother's Child for now I think on 't an Exorbitant fellow is the Son of a Whore and the Son of a Whore is an Exorbitant fellow Therefore I think Neighbours these He Popes ought to be chastised All. They ought they ought Here they fall upon 'um with Broom-staves Card. Pray Gentlemen pray Gentlemen be civil Tim. Down on your Knees then down on your Knees we say and beg our Pardons and that quickly Card. O cursed Fate But better this than worse we do we do Gentlemen and are sorry for what we have said Aside Tim. Well now I know 'um that 's he that burnt my Neighbour Mole the Sexton for a Heretick who was of no Religion Brush And that sly Scarlet Rogue because I would not let him Ravish my Wife and Debauch my Daughter burnt them both for Hereticks Honey And that 's the Fellow that lay with my Wife behind the Buttery door and made me a Cuckold to my face but 't is no matter we 'll Plague 'um for it now we have got 'um in our clutches they had better have been at Rome I'faith Tuking off their Hats and Mantles they rudely force them out All. Come come Away with 'um away with ' um Force them out Tim. Thus like two Roman Hero 's handy dandy We 'll go to the Alehouse to be Drunk with Brandy Exeunt in the Cardinals Hats and other Ornaments SCENE III. The Scene draws off and discovers the Romish Conclave the Pope Cardinals and Bishops as in close Consult Pope Now let the Joy of Rome be great and let every individual Father cry Long live Religious Soul and Scourge of Heresie Mary of England Eldest Daughter to this Holy See read here Delivers a Paper to a Cardinal 1 Card. How 's this 300 burnt alive in a Church as they were Preaching Heresie and close Rebellion against this Holy Catholick and Apostolick See Ten more such Sacred Murthers would have made the haughty Turk and stubborn Flemming to have own'd you the Supreme Head of the Universal Church 2 Card 'T is great and Meritorious let him be Canoniz'd for a Saint that first invented this Religious way of sending Troops of Heretick to Hell together Pope Let it e done 't is my Command it be so for the Propagators of Religion ought to be cherished though in Blood and let our speedy thanks be sent to our best Daughter for taking such effectual care to blast the growing Heresie and keep it under foot 1 Card. She ought to be Sainted whilst on Earth and when wrapped up into the brighter Mansions far above this lower world be Enthroned a Goddess and adored who found her self uneasie in her Thoughts and restless till opportunity gave leave to throw her Self and Crown at your Sacred feet desiring to be received into your bosom Pope And by so doing has fenced her self within a Wall of Addamant too secure for Envy or the prying Fates to reach and her Ambassadors shall still have the preheminency in all our Courts 2 Card. Who dares dispute it if it pleases you when all the Glories of the Earth depend upon your Will Monarch's but a Name you lend to pleasure haughty Man withal and when you please to call it back Kings are as soon devested of their Honours as are your meanest Slaves Enter the Devil in the shape of a Jesuit as in great Consternation Pope Ha! Your Eyes speak wonders and forebodes some dismal Message to the See of Rome Devil Dismal indeed the Flower of Rome is gone the Star that lately shone so bright in your great Firmament is set The Sacred Empress of the Northern Isles the angry Power have snatched away Mary of England's Dead All rising come forwards All. How Devil Cold as the face of Ice and in her stead the haughty Magnanimous Sister 's Crown'd But Crown'd to make Religion and her Ancient Seat stagger and fall before her Pope Curs'd disafter Devil All of the Church of Rome she has Disgraced and the greatest Places of Trust about her Person are given to Hereticks no Roman is to be seen in London now but such as sculk in Corners or those of such puny Souls that swallow all the Execrable Oaths they lay before them Pope Let them swallow all they can Impose we make it Lawful we 'll grant them Dispensations for so doing no matter if the whole outside taste of Heretick so within they remain firm to us ' Devil Something must be done to
change the Scene least other Nations taking Example from her should fall from their Obedience and throw off your yoak Pope There shall Nor must we linger in a Cause of such a vast Importance for Heresie like Weeds grow fast and if timely care be not taken to prevent it the World e'r we can root them out will be Infected Speaks to the Cardinal Father your Advice in this great Affair 1 Card. She must be Murthered and that without delay Devil Spoke like a Saint that would fain be in Hell before his time Aside Pope Murther 's too gross a name and sounds too harsh in Peoples Ears let her be made away secretly Sign a speedy Warrant for her Death The Cardinal Takes the Warrant and having Signed it delivers it to the Pope who gives it to the Devil Pope Here take this and with our ample Pardon though it be for the blackest Murthers Hell e'r knew the Burning of Cities or Deflowring of Virgins For to promote Religion naught 's withstood Empires must fall and Kingdoms set in Blood Blood must Cement the tottering State of Rome And Heaven shall warrant all the Ills we doom To fix Religion in its blessed abode Should be the mighty Business of a God Murther 's the end the Trait'ress shall not live Who kills for Rome Rome's Vicar will forgive Exeunt Pope Cardinal Bishops c. Devil I can but laugh now to think how these old Fools are cheated This is the Warrant that Signs the Pope's Destruction That must needs be a hopeful Religion that has the Devil to it for a Tutor 'T is Murther and Poison that brings them to the Popedom where for a while they enjoy all earthly Pleasures but then by dire Mischance or their own Luxury Death snatches them hence and then they are hurried Headlong down to my great Master For he which in Pleasure gives his Soul to dwell A Pope on Earth must be a Devil in Hell Exit ACT II. SCENE I. Enter two Cardinals 1 Card. THis is the time the friendly Fates to Rome have set to cut the root of Heresie and Crown Religion Monarch in the Throne E'r to Morrow's dawn the haughty Usurpress shall be no more 2 Card. Who are the Assassines Are they qualified for such a Work That their bold Hands at once may strike and Tongues forswear 't was they 1 Card. Doubt it not They are two Fellows bred up in Villany Rascals that have suckt Murther from the very Intrals of a Prison I have agreed with them for so many Masses to Kill the Queen and if they bring them off short Heaven there is no Truth in our Religion 2 Card. You may as well misdoubt Eternity as Holy Vnction Mass and Prayer 1 Card. Should they fail I would strike the blow my self methinks I could as easily do it as I can merit my Salvation Enter the Devil in the shape of a Jesuit Devil Lost lost and undone for ever Fly Fly the Treacherous Secretaries of the Ambassador just as the blow was going to be given have unravelled all the Secrets of the Plot and laid them open for each Vulgar Eye to pry into 1 Card. O Dam 'um for Fools and Cowards to boggle at a thing call'd Conscience when Religion bids them Act. 2 Card. Why if the Plot be Discovered we shall all be hang'd if we are taken 1 Card. But what say the Assassines How stand they affected Devil Some glimmerings they have but as yet no certainty of what has pass'd which makes them still Lurk about the Court resolving this Night to kill the Queen 2 Card. Haste then and give them all the Encouragement and Assistance that thou canst devise slip no Opportunity to perfect such a glorious Work in the Name of Rome's universal Lord I charge thee haste let not a moments stay retard thy steps Devil I go Imperious Cardinals but 't is my Master's Interest I consult not yours though you are they that reap our Harvest of dire Sin 't is we that have the Profit of the Scarlet Grain to fill our Stores I 'll leave ye to your Fates it will not be longe'r Aside the Law shall strangle you when all your quibblings will not save you Exit Devil 1. Card. Well we must be swift in all we do this opportunity let slip will ruin us and put disgrace upon the Cause for ever 2 Card. Death and Confusion seize the Hereticks e'r that be done Horror and the darkest deeds of Night shall be their Portions 1 Card. 'T is in vain to linger we must hence or shall be discovered by some prying Eyes let us in obscurity await the blessed event 2 Card. If the Assassines fail Rome's ancient Glory shall not fall for this bold Hand shall strike the busie Heretick and push her headlong down from her Vsurped Throne What 's done for Rome must needs if great be good He merits Heav'n whose Soul is bath'd in Blood SCENE II. Queens Garden Enter two Assassines in the Habits of Jesuits with Daggers in their hands 1 Assassin This is the Night design'd to wash our hands in Blood of Hereticks to cut down that high Cedar that has made her self Rome's Envy nor shall we want Gold for perfecting so brave a Work the Enterprize must be with Resolution undertook and as fearless we must on as did that brave Burgundian who killed the Prince of Orange 2 Assass Remember Raviliac and let us boldly undertake an Act so meritorious nor let our hands be slack to strike our fatal Daggers home into her Breast plunge them to the Hilt and when we 've drawn 'um out laugh loud as being pleased to see the streaming gore be-crimson the pale Surface of the Earth 1 Assass See where the Queen comes attended only by one Gentleman Now 's the time to cut the Root of Heresie and if she scape us may we be accursed for ever Methinks the blow's already struck and Death has hushed her silent in his frozen Arms. 2 Assass Let us abscond a while the better to surprize her They retire and stand unseen The Queen Enters with one Gentleman Queen Are all things done according to my Order Gent. They are in all things I have been obedient to fulfil your Royal Pleasure Queen What said the French Ambassador to his Accusation Gent. Haughty and bold like any Guiltless man he did behave himself before the Council denying that he knew ought against your Sacred Life or was not obliged to tell it if he did he only alledg'd That it was not in the Power of any Council to tax the King 's Representative much more to demand such Questions of him as none but his Master ought to know Queen 'T is close and dark as all their other Actions are but we 'll not meddle with Lemaspin more only tell him our just resentments that we Banish him our Court and speedy care shall be taken to send him quickly to his own Land What Powers Divine Protect Rome cannot harm Nor can the Scarlet
no matter since they are Dead they are past Plotting and now may King Elizabeth Live and Reign in Safety O that she had but forty such Subjects as I am she would be the happiest Queen in England a-gad she wou'd Cook look to it But now I think on 't Sirrah Pray what Religion are you on Honey Why of your Religion Tim. How can that be I am of King Elizabeths Religion Ha ha Sirrah methinks you smell somewhat stinking like a Papist Honey Why I am a Papist what then Tim. How a Papist in the company of a Tinker and a Statesman knock him down knock him down They all up with their Staves and offer to knock him down Honey I I do and the Law shall Tim. Nay now he talks of the Law let him alone for we are not to knock any Man down that understands the Law But look to it Sirrah about an hour hence for I shall so maul thee Vds-bud I shall thou Son of a Papist thou Even till I make thee swear this Bum Is Holier Flesh than all the Pope is of Rome Come come Neighbour for one cherriping Cup and then to the Fight Exeunt omnes ACT III. SCENE I. The Scene opens and discovers the Pope and Nun sitting upon a Couch Pope NOw thou lookest more lovely Fair than Venus e'r could boast her self to be and on thy Cheeks more rosie Blushes sit than Sol could ever spare to deck the early Morn and now my Dulcementa They come forward in a Dream when soft Slumbers close her Eyes may by the force of Fancy be well pleased with what timerous Virgins wish but have not known Is not this better than poring upon Religion Thou art the only Book I 'll ever read unless to cheat the prying Eyes of Rome Nun. I must confess you have taught me to forget the thorny way which I poor fool once wandered in being misled but now by your Advice return to taste of Pleasures and Delights I had not else been capable to understand They cannot sure be ill that you the Universal God on Earth vouchsafe to try But alas What will my Father Cardinal Moricena say when he comes to know of this and when our mid-night Meetings are discovered to the World as e'r long they must I find by something that forbodes within me Pope Alas Thy Father dares not blab for if he do I have a Sleeping Pill that shall seal his Mouth for ever And as for the World who dares grumble at the Pope the Vniversal Bishop of the Church or question ought he does Enter the Devil in the shape of a Jesuit Devil Fly fly or all will be discovered Cardinal Moricena's at the Gate railing against your Holiness calling you Monster Beast Leacher and the vilest terms that Envy can invent Nun. Oh where shall I fly to hide me from his angry Face Now gilt comes fast upon me and I tremble at the thoughts of what I have committed Devil 'T is too late for see he enters Enters with a Dagger Moricena Where is this Leacherous Pope this He decripid Goat the scandal to the Holy Chair for ever And where is this Irreligious Nun the shame of her Sex and my Honour Oh have I found you after your glutting in all unlawful Pleasures Take that for a reward Stabs her Nun. Oh Father forgive me in your Arms I do desire to die and as with your Aid I did receive this mortal Shape into your Bosom let me breath my last It was that Monster that betrayed my Innocence by telling me Religion was but a trick invented to delude easie Women withal or as a trade found out for to maintain such as were incapable of labour a meer cheat or shadow without substance and with strong Allurements wone me to his Lust which now I heartily repent me of with my last breath whil'st fainting in your Arms I die Dies Pope Damn'd Incarnate Devil what hast thou done thou hast slain that Angel in thy Daughters Shape that shall deny thee thy Salvation I as grand Prelate to the Church will send my Mandate to my Patron Peter that when thy Soul shall mount to strike it headlong down from Heavens Chrystal Gates into the deep Abiss Morice Talk on talk on Lascivious Pope thou Head of Hell not Rome How can'st thou look upon an Angry Father whose Daughter thou hast so basely defloured and caused him to kill Devil Kill the old Cox-comb Sir he will be babbling else kill him I say or else you cannot be safe Pope Moricena let me Embrace thee thus Stabs him Morice Ah I 'm slain Dies Pope Take that for railing at the Pope and that for prying into his secret Love Aside Devil Evil Counsel is a sure way to push a Man upon Damnation and I am sure he wants not much of that Pope Well what 's next to be done Devil Fly Rome Sir without loss of Life or Honour this Cardinal reviled much the Peoples Hearts and when the Murther 's known they 'll feek Revenge Take all your Jewels and Things of greatest value easiest portable and in some far Countrey spend the residue of your days in pleasure Pope It will grieve me much to be deposed but more to suffer a shameful and ignominious Death by the hands of those that were my Slaves I was a fool to kill him For Men though great yet are not always good Who like to Rome delight to deal in Blood Exit Pope Devil Well like his shadow I must follow him wheresoever he goes his thread of Life is almost spun and then he falls to my great Masters share I 'll haste an in destruction push him on And then I 'll leave him in confusion Exit Devil SCENE II. Enter Tim. Honey-Suckle and others Tim. Victoria Victoria Victoria Honey Well I must confess you have beaten me and now I 'll turn Protestant and cry God bless King Elizabeth Queen of England and a pox on the Pope Tim. Well Sirrah and for the sake of Queen Elizabeth give us one Dance now and here 's my hand we 'll be friends for ever Honey Agreed agreed He Dances an Antick Jigg Tim. So well done Cook now I like thee I'faith Enters Brush to them Brush Arm Arm Neighbours Arm or we shall be all burnt burnt for Hereticks Tim. How 's that Neighbour all burnt for Hereticks Brush Ay all for Hereticks for the Pope with the whole Spanish Armado is come into the Hope laden with Faggots Iron Whips Racks and Gibbets to torture hang and burn us all for being Protestants Tim. How the Pope come into the Hope Uds-lud then let us go hope to catch the Pope and if we do catch the Old Gentleman we 'll so singe his Tail that he shall never forsake the Countrey Now will I go muster up all my Kent-street Regiment and if I pull him not by the Beard say Tim's a Coward Come along come along along along Exeunt Enters the Pope lead by the Devil in his own shape