and wish that I were once your Queen To give you what my heart has had so long in store Ess. Then has my Death more Charmes than Life can promise Since my Queen pitties me and you forgive me Nott. Hold good my Lord that is not all she sends To know if you can any thing propose To mittigate your Doom and stay your Death Which else can be no longer than this Day Next if y' are satisfy'd with ev'ry passage In your late Tryal if 't were fair and legal And if y 'ave those Exceptions that are real She 'll answer them Ess. Still is my Death more welcome And Life wou'd be a burthen to my Soul Since I can ne're requite such Royal Goodness Tell her then fair and charitable Messenger That Essex does acknowledge every Crime His Guilt unworthy of such wond'rous Mercy Thanks her bright Justice and the Lords his Judges For all was Gratious and Divine like her And I have now no Injustice to accuse Nor Enemy to blame that was the Cause Nor Innocence to save me but the Queen Nott. Ha is this true How he undoes my Hopes Aside And is that all have you not one Request To ask that you can think the Queen will grant you Ess. I have and humbly 't is that she wou'd please To spare my Life not that I fear to dye But in submission to her Heav'nly Justice I own my Life a forfeit to her Power And therefore ought to beg it of her Mercy Nott. If this be real my Revenge is lost Aside Is there naught else that you rely upon Only submitting to the Queens meer Mercy And barely asking her so great a Grace Have you no other Hopes Ess. Some Hopes I have Nott. What are they pray my Lord declare 'em boldly For to that only purpose I am sent Ess. Than I am happy happiest of mankind Blest in the rarest mercy of my Queen And such a Friend as you blest in you both The Extasie will let me hold no longer Behold this Ring the Pasport of my Life At last y 'ave pull'd the secret from my Heart This pretious token Amidst my former Triumphs in her favour She took from off her Finger and bestow'd On me Mark with the Promise of a Queen Of her bright self less failing than an Oracle That in what Exigence or State soe're My Life was in that time when I gave back Or shou'd return this Ring again to her She 'd then deny me nothing I cou'd ask Nott. O give it me my Lord and quickly let Me bear it to the Queen and ask your Life Ess. Hold generous Madam I receiv'd it on Kneels and gives Nottingham the Ring My Knees and on my Knees I will restore it Here take it but consider what you take 'T is the Life Blood and very Soul of Essex I 've heard that by a skillful Artist's Hand The Bowels of a Wretch were taken out And yet he liv'd you are that Gallant Artist O touch it as you wou'd the Seales of Life And give it to my Royal Mistress Hand As you wou'd pour my Blood back in its empty Channels That gape and thirst like Fishes on the Ouse When streams run dry and their own Element Forsakes 'em if this shou'd in the least miscarry My Life 's the purchase that the Queen will have for 't Nott. Doubt you my care my Lord I hope you do not Ess. I will no more suspect my Fate nor you Such Beauty and such Merits must prevail Enter a Gentleman Gent. Th' Earl of Southampton having Leave Desires to speak with you my Lord. Nott. Repose Your mind and take no thought but to be happy I 'll send you Tidings of a lasting Life Ess. A longer and much happier Life attend Both my good Queen and you Exit Essex Nott. Farewell my Lord Yes a much longer Life than thine I hope And if thou chance to dream of such strange things Let it be there where lying Poets feign Elisium is where Mirtles lovely spread Trees of delicious Fruit invite the Tast And sweet Arabian Plants delight the smell Where pleasant Gardens drest with curious Care By Lovers Ghosts shall recreate thy Fancy And there perhaps thou soon shalt meet again With amourous Rutland for she cannot choose But be Romantick now and follow thee Enter a Gentlewoman Wom. Madam the Queen Nott. Ha! that 's unlucky She come to the Tower Yet 't is no matter see him I am sure She will not or at worst will be perswaded Enter the Queen Queen How now dear Nottingham hast seen the Earl I left White-hall because I cou'd not rest For Crowds that hollow'd for their Executions And others that Petition'd for the Traytors Quick tell me hast thou done as I commanded Nott. Yes Madam I have seen and spoke with him Queen And what has he said to thee for himself Nott. At my first converse with him I did find him Not totally despairing nor complaining But yet a haughty melancholly Appear'd in all his Looks that shew'd him rather Like one that had more Care Of future Life than this Queen Well but what said he When thou awakest him with the Hopes of Pitty Nott. To my first Question put by your Command Which was to know if he were satisfied In the proceedings of his Lawful Tryal He answer'd with a careless Tone and Gesture That it was true and he must needs confess His Tryal lookt most fair to all the World But yet he too well knew The Law that made his Actions Treason Consulted but with Foes and Circumstances And never took from Heav'n or Essex Thoughts A President or Cause that might Condemn him For if they had the least been read in either They wou'd have quickly found his Innocence Queen Ha! Nott. That was but the Prologue mark what follows Queen What durst he be so bold to brand my Justice Nott. I pray'd that he wou'd urge that Sence no more But since he was Condemn'd and stood in need Of Mercy to implore it of your Majesty And beg his Life which you wou'd not deny For to that End I said that you were pleas'd To send me to him and then told him all Nay more than you commanded me to say Queen What said he then That alter'd him I hope Nott. No not at all but as I 've seen a Lyon That has been play'd withall with gentle stroaks Has at the last been jeasted into madness So on a sudden started into Passion The furious Earl his Eyes grew fiery red His words precipitate and speech disorder'd Let the Queen have my Blood said he 't is that She longs for pour it to my Foes to drink As Hunters when the Quarry is run down Throw to the Hounds his Intrails for Reward I have enough to spare but by the Heav'ns I swear were all my Veins like Rivers full And if my Body held a Sea of Blood I 'de loose it all to the last innocent drop Before I 'de like a Villain beg
my Life Queen Hold Nottingham and say th' art not in earnest Can this be true so impudent a Traytor Nott. That 's but the Gloss the Colour of his Treason But after he did paint himself to th' Life Wou'd the Queen said he have me own a Treason Impose upon my self a Crime the Law Has found my Guilty of by her Command And so by asking of my Forfeit Life Clear and Proclaim her Justice to the World And stain my self for ever no I 'll dye first Queen Enough I 'll hear no more you wrong him 't is Impossible he shou'd be such a Devil Nott. Madam I 've done Queen I prithee pardon me But cou'd he say all this Nott. He did and more But 't is no matter 't will not be believ'd If I shou'd tell the half of what he utter'd How insolent and how prosane he us'd you Queen You need not I had rather Believe it all than put you to the trouble To tell it o're again and me to hear it Then I am lost betray'd by this false Man My Courage Power my Pitty all betray'd And like that Gyant Patriarch of the Jews Berest at once both of his sight and strength By Treacherous Foes I wander in the dark By Essex weakned and by Essex blinded But then as he pray'd that his strength might grow At once to be reveng'd on them and dye So grant me Heav'n but so much Resolution To grope my way where I may lay but hold On whatsoe're this huge Colossus stands I 'll pull the Scaffold down tho o're my Head And loose my Life to be reveng'd on his Aside Well Nottingham I have but one word more Talkt not this wicked Creature of no Reason No Obligation that I had to save His Life Nott. No but far worse than I have told you Queen Sure thou art most unhappy in ill News No promise nor no token did he speak of Nott. Not the least word and if there are such things I do suppose he keeps 'em to himself For Reasons that I know not Queen 'T is most false He needs must tell thee all and thou betray'st him Nott. Your Majesty does me wrong Queen Hear me Oh I can hold no longer Say sent he No Ring no Token nor no Message by thee Nott. Not any on the forfeit of my Life Queen Thou lyest Can Earth produce so vile a Creature Hence from my sight and see my Face no more Yet tarry Nottingham Come back again This may be true and I am still the Wretch Aside To blame and to be pitty'd Prithee pardon me Forget my Rage thy Queen is sorry for 't Nott. I wou'd your Majesty in stead of me Had sent a Person that you cou'd confide in Or else that you wou'd see the Earl your self Queen Prithee no more Go to him No but I 'll send a Message for his Head His Head 's the Token that my wrongs require And his base blood the stream to quench my Fury Prithee invent for thou art wondrous witty At such inventions teach my feeble malice How to torment him with a thousand Deaths Or what is worse than Death Speak my Medea And thou wilt then oblige thy Queen for ever Nott. First Sign an Order for his Execution Queen Say it is done but how to torture him Nott. Then as the Lords are carrying to the Block Condoleing both their sad Misfortunes Which to departing Souls is some delight Order a Pardon for Southampton's Life It will be worse than Hell to Essex Soul Where 't is a going to see his Friend snatcht from him And make him curse his so much Pride and folly That lost his own Life in exchange for his Queen That was well thought on Nott. This is but the least The next will be a fatal stroak a blow indeed A thousand Heads to loose is not so dreadful Let Rutland see him at the very Moment Of her Expiring Husband she will hang Worse than his Guilt upon him lure his Mind And pull it back to Earth again double All the fierce Pangs of thought and Death upon him And make his loaded Spirits sink to Hell Queen O th' art the Machiavile of all thy Sex Thou bravest most heroick for Invention Come let 's dispatch Enter Burleigh Rawleigh Lords Attendants and Guards My Lords see Execution done on Essex But for Southampton I will pardon him His Crimes he may repent of they were not So great but done in friendship to the other Act my Commands with speed that both of us May straight be out of Torment My Lord Burleigh And you Sir Walter Rawleigh see 't perform'd I 'll not return till you have brought the News Exeunt Queen and Nottingham Raw. I wou'd she were a hundred League froms hence Well and the Crown upon her Head I fear She 'll not continue in this mind a Moment Burl. Then't shall be done this Moment Who attends Bid the Lieutenant have his Prisoners ready Exit Officer Now we may hope to see fair Dayes again In England when this hov'ring Cloud is vanisht Which hung so long betwixt our Royal Sun And us but soon will visit us with smiles And raise her drooping Subjects Hearts Enter the two Earles the Lieutenant and Guards My Lord We bring an Order for your Execution And hope you are prepar'd for you must dye This very hour South Indeed the time is sudden Ess. Is Death th' Event of all my flatter'd Hopes False Sex and Queen more perjur'd than them all But dye I will without the least Complaint My Soul shall vanish silent as the Dew Attracted by the Sun from verdent Fields And leaves of weeping Flowers Come my dear Friend Partner in Fate give me thy Body in These Faithful Armes and O now let me tell thee And you my Lords and Heav'n's my Witness too I have no weight no heaviness on my Soul But that I 've lost my dearest Friend his Life South And I protest by the same Powers Divine And to the World 't is all my Happiness The greatest Bliss my mind yet e're enjoy'd Since we must dye my Lord to dye together Burl. The Queen my Lord Southampton has been pleas'd To grant particular Mercy to your Person And has by us sent you a Reprieve from Death With Pardon of your Treasons and commands You to depart immediately from hence South O my unguarded Soul Sure never was A man with mercy wounded so before Ess. Then I am loose to steer my wandring Voyage Like a glad Vessel that has long been crost And bound by adverse Winds at last gets liberty And joyfully makes all the Sail she can To reach its wisht-for Port Angels protect The Queen for her my chiefest Prayers shall be That as in time sh 'as spar'd my Noble Friend And owns his Crimes worth Mercy may she ne're Think so of me too late when I am dead Again Southampton let me hold thee fast For 't is my last Embrace South O be less kind my Friend or move less
Enemy Queen Yes your secret treating with Tyrone I mean And making Articles with Englands Rebels Ess. Is that alledg'd against me for a Fault Put in your Royal Breast by some that are My false Accusers for a Crime Just Heaven How easie 't is to make a Great Man Fall 'T is Wise 't is Turkish Policy in Courts For Treating Am I not yet your General and was I not so there by virtue of this Staff I thought your Majesty had giv'n me Power And my Commission had been absolute To Treat to Fight give Pardons or Disband So much and vast was my Authority That you were pleas'd to say as Mirth to others I was the first of English Kings that Reign'd In Ireland Queen O how soon wou'd I believe How willingly approve of such Excuses His Answers which to all the Croud are weak Aside That large Commission had in it no Power That gave you leave to Treat with Rebels Such as Tyrone and wanted not Authority To Fight 'em on the least Advantage Ess. The Reason why I lead not forth the Army to the North And fought not with Tyrone was that my Men Were half consum'd with Fluxes and Diseases And those that liv'd so weaken'd and unfit That they cou'd fearce defend them from the Vultures That took 'em for the Carrion of an Army Queen Oh I can hold no longer he 'll not hide his Guilt I fear he will undo himself and me Aside Name that no more for shame of Thee the Cause Nor hide thy Guilt by broaching of a worse Fain I wou'd tell but whisper it in thy Eare That none besides may hear nay not my self How vitious thou hast been Say was not Essex The Plague that first infected my poor Soldiers And kill'd 'em with Diseases Was 't not he That Loyter'd all the year without one Action Whilest all the Rebels in the North grew bold And Rally'd dayly to the Queens Dishonour Mean while thou stood'st and saw thy Army Rot In Fenny and unwholsome Camps Thou hast No doubt a Just Excuse for coming too In spite of all the Letters that I sent With my Commands to hinder thee Be silent If thou makest more such Impudent Excuses Thou l't raise an Anger will be fatal to thee Ess. Not speak Must I be Tortur'd on the Wrack And not be suffer'd to discharge a Groan Speak Yes I will were there a thousand Deaths Stood ready to devour me 't is too plain My Life 's Conspir'd my Glories all betray'd That Vulture Cecil there with hungry Nostrils Waits for my Blood and Rawleigh for my Charge Like Birds of Prey that seek out Fighting Fields And know when Battail's near nay and my Queen Has past her Vote I fear to my Destruction Queen Oh I 'me undone How he destroyes my Pitty Cou'd I bear this from any other Man He pulls and tears the Fury from my Heart With greater grief and pain than a fork'd Arrow Is drawn from forth the Bosom where 't was lodg'd Mild words are all in vain and lost upon him Aside Proud and ingrateful Wretch how durst thou say it Know Monster that thou hast no Friend but me And I have no pretence for it but one And that 's in Contradiction to the World That Curses and abhors thee for thy Crimes Stir me no more with Anger for thy Life Take heed how thou dost shake my wrongs too much Least they fall thick and Heavy on thy Head Yet thou shalt see what a rash Fool thou art Know then that I forgive thee from this Moment All that is past and this unequall'd Boldness Give thee that Life thou saidst I did Conspire against But for your Offices Ess. I throw 'em at your Feet Layes his Generals Staff down Now Banish him that Planted strength about you Cover'd this Island with my spreading Lawrels Whilest your safe Subjects slept beneath their shade Give 'em to Courtiers Sycophants and Cowards That sell the Land for Peace and Childrens Portions Whilest I retreat to Africk in some Desart Sleep in a Den and Heard with Valiant Brutes And serve the King of Beasts there 's more Reward More Justice there than in all Christian Courts The Lion spar'd the Man that freed him from The Toyl but Englands Queen abhors her Essex South My Lord C. Ess. Ah what will be th' Event of this Aside Queen Audacious Traytor Ess. Ha! South My Lord My Lord recall your Temper Ess. You said that I was bold but now who blames My Rage Had I been ruff as Stormes and Tempests Rash as Cethegus mad as Ajax was Yet this has ramm'd more Powder in my Breast And blown a Magazeen of Fury up A Traytor Yes for serving you so well For making England like the Roman Empire In Great Augustus's Time renoun'd in Peace At home and War abroad Enriching you With spoils both of the Wealthy Sea and Land More than your Thames does bring you in an Age And setting up your Fame to such a height That it appears the Column of the World For tumbling down the proud Rebellious Earles Northumberland and Westermland which caus'd The cutting both their Heads off with an Axe That sav'd the Crown on yours This Essex did And I 'll remove the Traytor from your sight Queen Stay Sir take your Reward along with you Offers to go the Queen comes up to him and gives him a Box on the Ear. Ess. Ha! Furies Death and Hell a Blow Has Essex had a Blow Hold stop my Arme Layes hand on his Sword Some God Who is 't has giv'n it me The Queen South What do you mean my Lord Queen Unhand the Villain Durst the vile Slave attempt to Murder me Ess. No Y' are my Queen that Charmes me but by all The subtilty and Woman in your Sex I Swear that had you been a Man you durst not Nay your bold Father Harry durst not this Have done Why say I him not all the Harry 's Nor Alexander's self were he alive Shou'd boast of such a Deed on Essex done Without Revenge Queen Raile on despair and Curse thy Foolish breath I 'll leave thee like thy Hopes at th' hour of Death Like the First Slayer wandering with a Mark Shuning the Light and wishing for the Dark In Torments worse than Hell when thou shalt see Thou hast by this Curst Chance lost Heav'n and me Exeunt Queen c. Manent Essex South South What have you done my Lord Your haughty Carriage Has ruin'd both your self and all your Friends Follow the Queen and humbly on your Knees Implore Her Mercy and confess your Fault Ess. Ha! And tell her that I 'll take a Blow Thou wou'dst not wish thy Friend were such a Slave By Heav'n my Cheek has set on Fire my Soul And the Disgrace sticks closer to my Heart Than did the Son of Old Antipater's Which cost the Life of his proud Master Stand off Beware you lay not hands upon my Ruine I have a Load would sink a Legion that Shou'd offer but
But Man alone is curst if he complain Farewell my everlasting Love 't is vain 'T is all in vain against resistless Fate That pulls me fom thee Gives her a Letter Here give this Paper to the Queen which when She reads perhaps she will be kind to thee C. Ess. Wilt thou not let me go I am prepar'd to see the deadly stroke And at that time the fatal Axe falls on thee It will be sure to cut the twisted Cord Of both our Lives asunder Ess. We must part Thou Miracle of Love and Virtues all Farewell and may thy Essex sad Misfortunes Be doubl'd all in Blessings on thy Soul Still still thou grasps me like th'Fangs of Death Ha! now she faints and like a Wretch Striving to climb a steep and slippery Beach With many hard Attempts gets up and still Slides down again so she lets go at last Her eager hold and sinks beneath her weight Support her all Burl. My Lord she will recover Pray leave her with her Women and make use Of this so kind an Opportunity To part with her Ess. Cruel hard-hearted Burleigh Most Barbarous Cecil Burl. See my Lord She soon will come t' her self and you must leave her Haste away Lieut. Make way there Ess. Look to her Faithful Servants while she lives She 'll be a tender Mistress to you all Come push me off then since I must Swim o're Why do I stand thus shivering on the Shore 'T is but a Breath and I no more shall think Mix with the Sun or into Attomes shrink Lift up thy Eyes no more in search of mine Till I am dead then glad the World with thine This kiss O that it wou'd for for ever last Gives me of Immortallity a Tast Farewell May all that 's past when thou recover'st seem Like a glad waking from a fearful Dream Exeunt Essex to Execution Burleigh Rawleigh Lieut. and Guards Manent Countess of Essex with Women Wom. See she revives C. Ess. Where is my Essex where Wom. Alas I fear by this time he 's no more C. Ess. Why did you wake me then from such bright Objects I saw my Essex mount with Angels wings Whilest I rode on the beauteous Cherubin And took me on 'em bore me o're the World Through everlasting Skies Eternal Light Wom. Be Comforted C. Ess. Sure we 're the only Paire Can boast of such a Pomp of Misery And none was e're substantially so curst Since the first Couple that knew sorrow first Yet they were happy and for Paradice Found a new World unskill'd unfraught with Vice No Tyrant to molest 'em nor no Sword All that had Life Obedience did afford No Pride but Labour there and healthful Pains Nor Thief to rob them of their honest Gaines Ambition now the Plague of ev'ry Thought Then was not known or else was unbegot Enter the Queen Countess of Nottingham Lords and Attendants Queen Behold where the poor Rutland lyes almost As dead and low as Essex in his Grave Can be and I want but a very little To be more miserable than 'em both Rise rise unfortunate and mournful Rutland I know not what to call thee now but wish I could not call thee by the name of Essex Rise and behold thy Queen I say That bends to take thee in her Armes C. Ess. O never think to charm me with such sounds Such hopes that are too distant from my Soul For 't is but Preaching Heav'n to one that 's Damn'd O take your pitty back most cruel Queen Give it to those that want it for a Cure My Griefs are Mortal Remedies are vain And thrown away on such a Wretch as I Here is a Paper from my Lord to you It was his last Request that you would Read it Queen Giv 't me but oh how much more welcome had The Ring been in its stead Reads to her self C. Nott. Ha! I 'm betray'd Aside Queen Hast see if Execution yet be done If not prevent it Fly with Angels Wings Officer goes out Oh thou far worse than Serpent worse than Woman Ah Rutland here 's the cruel cause of both our Woes Mark this and help to Curse her for thy Husband The Queen reads the Letter Madam I Receive my Death with the willingness and Submission of a Subject and as it is the will of Heaven and of Your Majesty with this Request that you wou'd be pleas'd to bestow that Royal Pitty on my Poor Wife which is deny'd to me and my last flying Breath shall bless you I have but one Thing to repent of since my Sentence which is that I sent the Ring by Nottingham fearing it shou'd once put my Queen in mind of her broken Vow Essex Repentance Horrors Plagues and deadly Poysons Worse than a thousand deaths torment thy Soul C. Nott. Madam Queen Condemn me first to hear the Groans of Ghosts The Croaks of Ravens and the Damn'd in Torments Just Heaven 't is Musick to what thou canst utter Begon Fly to that utmost Verge of Earth Where the Globe's bounded with Eternity And never more be seen of Humane kind Curst with long Life and with a fear to dye With thy Guilt ever in thy Memory And Essex Ghost be still before thy Eye C. Nott. I do confess Queen Quick bear her from my sight her words are blasting Her Eyes are Basilisks Infection reigns Where e're she Breathes go shut her in a Cave Or Chain her to some Rock whole Worlds from hence The distance is too near There let her Live Howling to th ' Seas to rid her of her pain For she and I must never meet again Away with her C. Nott I go but have this comfort in my Doom I leave you all with greater Plagues at home Exit Nott. Enter Burleigh and Rawleigh Burl. Madam your Orders came too late The Earl was Dead Queen Then I wish thou wer 't dead that say'st it But I 'll be just and curse none but my self What said he when he came so soon to dye Burl. Indeed his End made so by woful Casualties Was very sad and full of pitty But at the Block all Hero he appear'd Or else to give him a more Christian Title A Martyr Arm'd with Resolution Said little but did bless your Majesty And dy'd full of forgiveness to the World As was no doubt his Soul that soon expir'd Queen Come thou choice Relickt of lamented Essex Call me no more by th' name of Queen but Friend When thy dear Husband's Death Reveng'd shall be Pitty my Fate but lay no Guilt on me Since 't is th ' Almighty's Pleasure though severe To punish thus his Faithful Regents here To lay on Kings his hardest Task of Rule And yet has given 'em but a Humane Soul The subtle Paths of Traytors hearts to view Reason's too dark a hundred Eyes too few Yet when by Subjects we have been betray'd The blame is ours their Crimes on us are laid And that which makes a Monarchs happiness Is not in Reigning well but with
to Save me South My Lord let us retire And shun this Barbarous Place Ess. I there thou say'st it Abhor all Courts if thou art brave and wise For then thou never shalt be sure to rise Think not by doing well a Fame to get But be a Villain and thou shalt be Great Here Virtue stands by 't self or not at all Fools have Foundations only brave Men Fall But if ill Fate and thy own Merits bring Thee once to be a Favourite to a King It is a Curse that follows Loyalty Curst in thy Merits more in thy Degree In all the sport of Chance its chiefest Aim Mankind's the Hunt a Favourite is the Game Exeunt Finis Actus Tertii Actus Quartus Scoena prima Countess of Nottingham Rawleigh C. Nott. SIR did you ever see so strange a Scene As Essex boldness Nay and which is more To be admir'd the Queens Prodigious Patience Raw. So Strange that naught but such a Miracle Had Sav'd him from Death upon the Place C. Nott. She 's of a Nature wondrous in her Sex Not hasty to admire the Beauties Wisdom Valour and Parts in others though extream Because there 's so much Excellence in her self And thinks that all Mankind shou'd be so too But when once entertain'd none cherishes Exalts or favours Virtue more than she Slow to be mov'd and in her Rage discreet But then the Earl's like and ungovern'd Steed That yet has all the Shapes and other Beauties That are commendable or saught in one His Soul with sullen Beames shines in it self More Jealous of Mens Eyes than is the Sun That will not suffer to be look'd into And there 's a Mine of Sulpher in his Breast Which when 't is touch'd or heated straight takes Fire And tears and Blows up all his Virtues with it Raw. Ambitious Minds feed dayly upon Passion And ne're can be at Rest within themselves Because they never meet with Slaves enough To tread upon Mechannicks do adore 'em And Lords and States-men to have Cringes from Like some of those strange Seas that I 've been on Whose Tydes are alwayes Violent and Ruff Where Winds are seldom blowing to molest ' em Sh 'had done a Nobler Justice if instead of That School-boyes Punishment a Blow Sh 'had snatch'd a Holbard from her nearest Guard And thrust it to his Heart for less than that Did the bold Macedonian Monarch kill Clytus his Friend and braver Souldier far C. Nott. But worse had been th' Event of such a Deed For if th' afflicted King was hardly brought From Clytus Body she 'd have dy'd o're his But how proceed the bold Rebellious Lords In Essex House Raw. Still they increase in number The Queen has sent Four of her Chiefest Lords And since I hear the Guards are gone 'T is said For his Excuse that Blunt that Fiend of Hell And Brand of all his Master 's wicked Councils Has spread abroad this most abhorr'd of Lyes That I and the Lord Gray shoud joyn to Murder him C. Nott. Already then he 's hunted to the Toyle Where let him Roar and lash himself with Fury But never never shall get out with strugling Oh it o'rejoy'd th' Affront within my Soul To see the Man by all the World ador'd That like a Comet shin'd above and rul'd below To see him on a sudden from our Eyes Drop like a Star and Vanish in the Ground To see him how he bit the cursed Torture That durst no further venture than his Lips When he past by the Guards to hear no Noyes No Room for Mighty Essex was Proclaim'd No Caps no Knees nor Welcomes to salute him Then how he Chaft and started like a Deer With the fierce Dart fast sticking in his side And finds his speedy death where e're he runs Raw. Behold the Queen and the whole Court appear Enter the Queen Burleigh Countess of Nottingham Lords Attendants and Guards Queen Are the Rebellious Earles then apprehended Burl. They are thanks to the Almighty Powers And the Eternal Fortune of your Majesty Queen And how did you proceed with my Commands And how did the Rebels act Burl. Most Audatiously The Four Lords chiefest of your Private Council Sent thither by your Majesties Commission Came to the Rebel's House but found the Gates Guarded and shut against them yet at last Telling they brought a Message from the Queen They were admitted all besides but him That bore the Seal before the Chancellor Deny'd Entring they saw the outward Court Fill'd with a number of promiscuous Persons The chief of which bold Traytors in the midst Stood the Two Earles of Essex and Southampton Of whom your Faithful Messengers with loud And Loyal Voices did demand the Cause Of their unjust Assembly telling them All real Grievances shou'd be redress'd But straight their words were choak'd by louder Cryes And by the Earles Command with Insolence The People drove 'em to a strong Apartment Belonging to the House setting a Guard Of Muskets at the Door and threatning them That they shou'd there be kept close Prisoners Till the next Morning that the Earl return'd From Visiting his Friends the Citizens Queen O horrid Insolence Attempt my Council My nearest Friends Well Essex well I thank thee for the Cure of my Disease Thou goest the readiest way to give me Ease Aside The City say'st What did he in the City Burl. There as I learn't from many that confest He was inform'd the Citizens would rise Which to promote he went disguis'd like one Whom evil Fortune had bereav'd of Sence And almost seem'd as pittiful a Wretch As Harpagus that fled all o're dismember'd To fond Astyages to gain the Trust Of all his Median Army to betray it His Head was bare the Heat and Dust had made His Manly Face compassionate to behold which he So well did use that sometimes with a voice That usher'd Tears both from himself and them And sometimes with a popular Rage he ran With Fury through the Streets To those that stood Far off he bended and made taking Signes To those about him rais'd his voice aloud And humbly did beseech 'em for a Guard Told 'em he was attempted to be murder'd By some the Chief of th' Court then counted all his wounds Unstrip'd his Vest and shew'd his naked Scars Telling them what great Wonders he had done And wou'd do more to serve 'em and their Children Begging still louder to the stinking Rabble And sweated too so many eager drops as if He had been pleading for Rome's Consulship Queen How came he taken Burl. After he had us'd Such subtile means to gain your Subjects Hearts Your Citizens that ever were most Faithful And too well grounded in their Loyalties To be seduc'd from such a Queen and finding That none began to Arme in his behalf Fear and Confusion of his horrid Guilt Possest him and despairing of success Attempted straight to walk through Lud-gate Home But being resisted by some Companies Of the Trayn'd Bands that stood there in