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The Duke of Guise a tragedy : acted by Their Majesties servants / written by Mr. Dryden and Mr. Lee.
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Dryden, John, 1631-1700.; Lee, Nathaniel, 1653?-1692.
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First seize the King Mal. Suppose it done He 's clapt within a Covent shorn a Saint My Master mounts the Throne Mel. Not so fast Malicorne Thy Master mounts not till the King be slain Mal. Not when depos'd Mel. He cannot be depos'd He may be kill'd a violent Fate attends him But at his Birth there shone a Regal Star Mal. My Master had a stronger Mel. No not a stronger but more popular Their Births were full oppos'd the Guise now strongest But if th' ill Influence pass o'r Harry's Head As in a year it will France ne're shall boast A greater King than he now cut him off While yet his Stars are weak Mal. Thou talk'st of Stars Canst thou not see more deep into Events And by a surer way Mel. No Malicorne The ways of Heaven are brok'n since our Fall Gulph beyond Gulph and never to be shot Once we cou'd read our mighty Maker's mind As in a Chrystal Mirror see th' Idea's Of things that always are as He is always Now shut below in this dark Sphere By Second causes dimly we may guess And peep far off on Heavens revolving Orbs Which cast obscure Reflections from the Throne Mal. Then tell me thy Surmises of the future Mel. I took the Revolution of the Year Just when the Sun was entering in the Ram Th' ascending Scorpion poyson'd all the Sky A sign of deep deceit and treachery Full on his Cusp his angry Master sate Conjoyn'd with Saturn baleful both to Man Of secret Slaughters Empires overturn'd Strife Blood and Massacres expect to hear And all th' Events of an ill omen'd Year Mal. Then flourish Hell and mighty Mischief reign Mischief to some to others must be good But hark for now tho' 't is the dead of Night When silence broods upon our darkned world Methinks I hear a murmuring hollow sound Like the deaf Chimes of Bells in Steeples touch'd Mel. 'T is truly ghess'd But know 't is from no nightly Sexton's hand There 's not a damned Ghost nor hell-born Fiend That can from Limbo scape but hither flies With leathern wings they beat the dusky Skies To sacred Churches all in Swarms repair Some crowd the Spires but most the hallow'd Bells And softly Toll for Souls departing Knells Each Chime thou hear'st a future death foretells Now there they perch to have 'em in their Eyes Till all go loaded to the Neather Skies Mal. To morrow then Mel. To morrow let it be Or thou deceiv'st those hungry gaping Fiends And Beelzebub will rage Mal. Why Beelzebub Hast thou not often said That Lucifer's your King Mel. I told thee true But Lucifer as he who foremost fell So now lies lowest in th' Abyss of Hell Chain'd till the dreadful Doom in place of whom Sits Beelzebub Vicegerent of the damn'd Who listning downward hears his roaring Lord And executes his purpose but no more The morning creeps behind you Eastern hill And now the Guard is mine to drive the Elves And foolish Fairies from their Moon-light Play And lash the Laggers from the sight of day Descends Enter Guise Mayenne Cardinal and Archbishop May. Sullen methinks and slow the Morning breaks As if the Sun were listless to appear And dark designs hung heavy on the day Guise Y' are an old Man too soon y' are superstitious I 'le trust my Stars I know 'em now by proof The Genius of the King bends under mine Inviron'd with his Guards he durst not touch me But aw'd and craven'd as he had been spell'd Would have pronounc'd Go kill the Guise and durst not Card. We have him in our power coopt in his Court Who leads the first Attack Now by yond Heaven╌ That blushes at my Scarlet Robes I 'll d'off This womanish Attire of godly peace And cry Lie there Lord Cardinal of Guise Guise As much too hot as Mayenne too cool But 't is the manlier fault o' th' two Bishop Have you not heard the King preventing day Receiv'd the Guards into the City Gates The jolly Sivisses marching to their Fifes The Crowd stood gaping heartless and amaz'd Shrunk to their shops and left the passage free Guise I would it should be so 't was a good horror First let 'em fear for Rapes and ransackt Houses That very fright when I appear to head'em Will harden their soft City Courages Cold Burghers must be struck and struck like Flints Ere their hid Fire will sparkle Bishop I am glad the King has introduc'd these Guards Card. Your Reason Bishop They are too few for us to fear Our numbers in old martial Men are more The City not cast in but the pretence That hither they are brought to bridle Paris Will make this Rising pass for just defence May. Suppose the City should not rise Guise Suppose as well the Sun should never rise He may not rise for Heaven may play a trick But he has risen from Adam's time to ours Is nothing to be left to Noble Hazard No Venture made but all dull Certainty By Heav'n I 'le tug with Harry for a Crown Rather than have it on tame terms of yielding I scorn to poach for Power Enter a Servant who whispers Guise A Lady say'st thou Young and Beautiful Brought in a Chair Conduct her in╌ Exit Serv. Card. You wou'd be left alone╌ Guise I wou'd Retire Re-enter Servant with Marmoutier and Exit Starting back Is' t possible I dare not trust my Eyes You are not Marmoutier Mar. What am I then Guise Why any thing but she What should the Mistress of a King do here Mar. Find him who wou'd be Master of a King Guise I sent not for you Madam Mar. I think my Lord the King sent not for you Guise Do you not fear your Visit will be known Mar. Fear is for guilty Men Rebels and Traytors Where e're I go my Virtue is my Guard Guise What Devil has sent thee here to plague my Soul O that I could detest thee now as much As ever I have lov'd nay even as much As yet in spite of all thy Crimes I love But 't is a Love so mixt with dark Despair The Smoke and Soot smother the rising flame And make my Soul a Furnace Woman Woman What can I call thee more if Devil 't were less Sure thine 's a Race was never got by Adam But Eve play'd false engendring with the Serpent Her own part worse than his Mar. Then they got Traytors Guise Yes Angel Traytors fit to shine in Palaces Fork'd into Ills and split into Deceits Two in their very frame 't was well 't was well I saw not thee at Court thou Basilisk For if I had ' those Eyes without his Guards Had done the Tyrant's work Mar. Why then it seems I was not false in all I told you Guise If you left Paris I would go to Court You see I kept my Promise Guise Still thy Sex Once true in all thy Life and that for Mischief Mar. Have I said I lov'd you Guise Stab on Stab 'T is plain you love
shall be done Agen my heart there is a weight upon thee But I will sigh it off Captain Farewell Exeunt Cardinal Guise c. Grill. Shut the Hall-door and bar the Castle-Gates March March there Closer yet Captain to the door Ex. SCENE III. Council Hall Guise I do not like my self to day Archb. â•ŒA Qualm he dares not Card. â•ŒThat's one Man's thought he dares and that 's anothers Enter Grillon Guise O Marmoutier Ha never see thee more Peace my tumultuous heart why jolt my spirits In this unequal Circling of my Blood I 'le stand it while I may O Mighty Nature VVhy this Alarm why dost thou call me on To fight yet rob my Limbs of all their use Swoons Card. Ha! He 's fall'n chafe him He comes agen Guise I beg your Pardons Vapours no more Grill. Th' Effect Of last Nights Lechery with some working VVhore Enter Revol Revol My Lord of Guise the King would speak with you Guise O Cardinal O Lyons but no more Yes one word more thou hast a Priviledge To the Cardinal To speak with a Recluse Otherefore tell her If never thou behold'st me breathe again Tell her I sigh'd it lastâ•ŒO Marmoutier Exit bowing Card. You will have all things your own way my Lord By Heav'n I have strange horror on my Soul Archb. I say agen that Henry dares not do 't Card. Beware your Grace of Minds that bear like him I know he scorns to stoop to mean Revenge But when some mightier Mischief shocks his Toure He shoots at once with thunder on his wings And makes it Air but hark my Lord 't is doing Guise within Murderers Villains Archb. I hear your Brother's voice run to the door Card. Help help the Guise is murder'd Archb. Help help Grill. Cease your vain Cryes you are the King's Prisoners Take 'em Dugast into your Custody Card. We must obey my Lord for Heaven calls us Exeunt The Scene draws behind it a Traverse The Guise is assaulted by Eight They stab him in all parts but most in the head Guise O Villains Hell hounds Hold Murder'd O basely and not draw my Sword Dog Logniac but my own blood choaks me Down Villain Down I 'm gone O Marmoutier Half draws his Svord is held Flings himself upon himâ•ŒDies The Traverse is drawn The King rises from his Chair comes forward with his Cabinet Council King Open the Closet and let in the Council Bid Dugast execute the Cardinal Seize all the Factious Leaders as I order'd And every one be answer'd on your Lives Enter Queen Mother followed by the Counsellors O Madam you are welcome how goes your health Queenm A little mended Sir what have you done King That which has made me King of France for there The King of Paris at your Feet lies dead Queenm You have cut out dangerous work but make it up With speed and resolution King Yes I 'le wear The Fox no longer but put on the Lyon And since I could resolve to take the Heads Of this great Insurrection you the Members Look to 't Beware turn from your stubbornness And learn to know me for I will be King Grill. 'Sdeath how the Traytors lowre and quake and droop And gather to the wing of his protection As if they were his Friends and fought his Cause King looking upon Guise Be witness Heaven I gave him treble warning He 's gone no more disperse and think upon 't Beware my Sword which if I once unsheath By all the Reverence due to Thrones and Crowns Nought shall atone the Vows of speedy Justice Till Fate to Ruine every Traytor brings That dares the Vengeance of indulgent Kings ADVERTISEMENT THere was a Preface intended to this Play in Vindication of it against two scurrilous Libels lately printed But it was judg'd that a Defence of this nature wou'd require more room than a Preface reasonably could allow For this Cause and for the Importunity of the Stationers who hasten'd their Impression 't is deferr'd for some little time and will be printed by it self Most men are already of Opinion that neither of the Pamphlets deserve an Answer because they are stuff'd with open Falsities and sometimes contradict each other but for once they shall have a day or two thrown away upon them though I break an old Custom for their sakes which was to scorn them FINIS A SONG in the Fifth ACT of the DUKE of GUISE Shepherdess TELL me Thirsis tell your Anguish why you Sigh and why you Languish when the Nymph whom you Aâ•Œdore grants the Blesâ•Œsing of Posâ•Œsesâ•Œsing what can Love and I do more what can Love what can Love and I do more Shepherd Think it 's Love beâ•Œyond all measure makes me faint aâ•Œway with Pleasure strength of Corâ•Œdial may destroy and the Blessing of Possessing kills me with exâ•Œcess of Joy Shepherdess Thisâ•Œsis how can I believe you but conâ•Œfess and I 'le forgive you Men are false and so are you neâ•Œver Nature fram'd a Creature to enâ•Œjoy and yet be true neâ•Œver Nature fram'd a Creature to enâ•Œjoy and yet be true to enâ•Œjoy and yet be true Soft and yet be true Shepherd Mine's a Flame beâ•Œyond exâ•Œpiâ•Œring still posâ•Œsesâ•Œsing still deâ•Œsiâ•Œring fit for Love's Imâ•Œpeâ•Œrial Crown eâ•Œver shiâ•Œning and reâ•Œfiâ•Œning still the more 't is melâ•Œted down Chorus together Mine's a Flame beyond exâ•Œpiâ•Œring still posâ•Œsesâ•Œsing still deâ•Œsiring fit for Love's Imâ•Œpeâ•Œrial Crown eâ•Œver shining and reâ•Œfining still the more 't is melâ•Œted down Mine's a Flame beyond exâ•Œpiâ•Œring still posâ•Œsesâ•Œsing still deâ•Œsiring fit for Love's Imâ•Œpeâ•Œrial Crown eâ•Œver shining and reâ•Œfining still the more 't is still the more 't is melted down FINIS