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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A30788	King Edward the Third, with the fall of Mortimer, Earl of March an historicall play, as it is acted at the Theatre-Royall by Their Majesties servants.	Bancroft, John, d. 1696.; Mountfort, William, 1664?-1692.	1691 (1691)	Wing B635; ESTC R8063	40,264	66

That is the Chancellours bus'ness Turr. They know your Interest greater and entreat it The Judges have annul'd 'em and unless Your Goodness can prevail many a Town By their own faults Incurr'd will fall to ruine And be a Wilderness Thousand of Families Now in the way of Life must starve and Perish Mortim. Their Antient Cha●●ers by the Law are forfeited But I will Study how to get 'em new ones Our time is spent in telling things aright This Kingdom wants it and I am its Friend L. Mount Was ever Pride or Arrogance like this Mortim. Nevill what would those People have Nevill May it please your Honour They are Inhabitants of the adjacent Corporations They all of 'em have voices at Elections And promise for the Parliaments to come They will choose none but what the Court shall like Mortim. 'T is well and we take notice of their Wisdom See that you give 'em welcome as becomes us Such Subjects must not want Encouragement And March be Living L. Mount Unheard of Impudence Dela My Lord we are observ'd see how he eyes us Nor are we safe whilst we stand trifling here L. Mount Why let him eye us till his balls grow stiff His looks may fright those have dependance on him I slight the worst and best of 'em Mortim. Ha! what said he Turr. Sir Mort. Lead on As he moves is met by Montácute who fronts him they stare at each other and jostle Ha Jostled Mount I finde the man is greater then the Room Sure else he might have strutted clear of me Mort. Thou art a froward Peer Mount Thou art a vain one Nay frown not March Thy terrour's lost on me Look big upon those bastard English-Men Who tamely yield their Rights and Charters up And swear to pick a Parliament Shall sell our Freedoms Persons and Estates To gain a short-liv'd smile They probably may dread thee Mort. Rash youth no more lest thou provoke my anger Till I forget the Pallace that Protects thee But th' Eagle seldome condescends I think To Combat with the Passion of a Wren L. Mount I tell thee Boaster that my veins do hold A Nobler Richer Purer blood then thine Mortim. Thy word 's are air which no Impression make So boys hurl stones in Water and so lost L. Mount So Men shun Provocations under Proverbs Mort. Shun thee poor Wretch I pitty thee L. Mount I scorn thy pitty and contemn thy hate Dela Nay Mountacute L. Mount Rot his proud Spirit oh that I had thee forth On some wide Plain to Hunt thy haughty Soul Distant from all Protection but thy Swords There thou shouldst finde Mort. A Pratler Thy Mother's folly dwells upon thy tongue Thou cam'st from School too early Fye Boy fye L. Mount Statesman Statesman thou Engineer of hell Mort. Rail on and spend thy Gall malitious thing Whose Nurses Milk still hangs upon thy Lips You should be scourg'd to manners L. Mount The King shall know thee Mort. Then he 'le know himself L. Mount Arrogance I shall meet thee Mort. Beware the Thunder Child 't is dangerous Mount If thou art so like Lightning I 'le fore-run thee And if thy self thou dar'st a Thunder Prove Follow me Mortimer and I 'le think thee Iove Exeunt Mount Dela and Holland Turring Had you not Patience as you have the Power Of an offended Deity this language sure had been his last I watch'd my Lord your eyes And ready for the Signall of dispatch Had laid his Reaking heart beneath your feet Nevill You are too mercifull too full of goodness Such high Indignities call for Resentments No less then Death Pardon my plainness Sir For here I Prophecy unless you break This Serpents Egg before the Monster 's hatch'd 'T will bring Destruction on your self and friends Mort. I thank ye and am happy in your service The Babler I despise he shall be punish'd The Envy that his Canker'd breast is big with By Preying on its self shall work his Ruine So Doggs behold the Lustre of the Moon And so run yelping backward into madness Nevill The Queen Mort. Retire meet me anon and we 'le consult what 's best Enter Queen Isabella All retire but Mortimer My Lovely Queen my charming Isabella The Empress of my Soul and balm of Life Ten thousand Cupids play within those Circles And dart the Rays of Love so quick and fast That all my Spirits leap to meet thy Glories Queen I find my Soul so near resemble thine That when you speak it hasts to catch thy words So when some Curious Artist strikes the Lute The Harmony excites the Astonish'd Sense And to the Face conveys the suddain Transport When thou dost offer up this Sacrifice Like Cynthia to her Lov'd Endymion I must descend and thus Caress my Charmer Mort. To you alone I own my Second being And can I pay my life to other use Then the adoring of my saving Goddess Well I remember when Carnarvex Edward By Spencers Art lodg'd me within the Tower Where every minute boaded still my last ' Midst of despair 't was thou my better Genius Contriv'd the means to save thy Vassal's Life A sleepy mixture artfully convey'd Into the Wine the greedy Warders Drank While by a Friend that thou hadst made with Gold I past the Guards and fled the hated Place Queen Could I do less then that for him I lov'd He who in Steel had fought my Battles o're 'Gainst the false Spencers and worse Gavestone He who all danger in my ●●use defy'd Was my best Friend against a Hoast of Foes Oh Mortimer how happy had I been If'stead of Edward thou hadst been my Lord Then Innocent and Pure as Vestall flames I had come unspotted to thy wishing Arms And left no stain upon my Memory Mort. Beauty like yours was ever absolute Crowns should not Awe nor should the Throne Command But he that 's bravest best deserves the blessing Was Edward fit to reap such joys as these Ungratefull Edward who receiv'd a Prize Heaven could not match in all its wondrous store And for return instead of Prayers and Incense Slighted the Giver and the glorious Present A Minion Spencer must supply the Place A Ganemede a Hylas senseless Prince The Gods Reprisall gave for the Contempt And for reward of all my Cares and Toyls Decreed this slighted Beauty should be mine Queen You Men are skillfull in the Trade of Love You found our Souls and Catch our Weaknesses Apting your words still to the Theam we 're fond of And we believe 'em to our own undoing Mort. Whilst thus I press I feel a kindly heat Glow in my heart urging to eager Bliss Sweets let me sip from these Immortal Springs Youth we 'le renew and humane nature change Making the Extacy a Paradice Queen Mayst thou for ever feel this Pleasing Fire May fears ne're cool it time or Age decay it Desire for ever wait upon our Joys And may the last be ever thought the best Mort. What Brainsick Priests do in their