Henry the Second, King of England, with the death of Rosamond a tragedy, acted at the Theatre-Royal, by Their Majesties servants.
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- Henry the Second, King of England, with the death of Rosamond a tragedy, acted at the Theatre-Royal, by Their Majesties servants.
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- London :: Printed for Jacob Tonson ...,
- 1693.
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- Henry -- II, -- King of England, 1133-1189 -- Drama.
- Clifford, Rosamond, d. 1176? -- Drama.
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We attend you.
The Fathers and the Priests you mean.
You speak of what is natural to Women.
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That old Gentleman.
That's of old Date.
This is the second time I have been s••nt of this Er∣rand; pray Heav'n I'm more successful than I have been, I shall go
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near to be discarded my Office else. One would not imagine what Pains, Care and Understanding are required to make a complete Pimp.
Very pretty!
None but this Virgin of Honour will down with Ma∣jesty. She's a fine Woman, that's the truth on't; but a Pox of her Chastity: what a damnable pother she makes to preserve that, which half the Women in the Town would be glad to be rid of! Had she been my Kinswoman now, I had been made for ever. There's no Court-Bribe in the World like a Female-Relation, for a speedy Ad∣vancement.
I suspect it shrewdly.
I am damnable afraid the Termagant Queen should come to the knowledge of it, she has such a plaguy number of Spies abroad. Well, Sir Thomas, you are in, and must e'en through; 'tis too late to repent. Send thee good luck, old Boy.——Basta! Who's there?
Friends.
Not Eve-droppers I hope. Ha! my good Lord Ve∣rulam, your Lordship's most humble Servant.
What, in a Sweat, Man?
A little warm, my Lord. Who would be a Courtier, that has any regard for his Carcas? This toiling and moiling does not agree with my Age; I must e'en leave it off, and betake to my Prayers in time.
What, a Favourite, and talk of leaving the Court?
Have you seen the King to day?
I just parted with him; he's a very honest Gentleman, the most accomplish'd, gallant, sweetest natur'd person in Europe: He has found out something extraordinary in me, for which I am eternally engag'd to him▪
Y'are dispos'd to be merry.
I wou'd I cou'd: But the King's Melancholly strange∣ly discomposes me. Poor Prince! never was Mortal so afflicted.
Nothing that's new, I hope.
The Devil and all of Mischief. Yonder Knaves have been at it o' t'other side of the Water, helter skelter; fight Dog, fight Bear; nothing but Mutiny, Mutiny.—Gad, if the King wou'd fol∣low my Advice, we'd mawl 'em.
What, you mean the Religious Fathers?—
Religious d'ye call 'em? I don't know what Religion they have, but they have very good Livings: They have made a fine piece of Work of their Religion.
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About what?
Why about the Gentleman at Canterbury, that had his Brains beat out to inform his Judgment.
The Prelate Becket?
Ay, ay: They have dignify'd and distinguish'd him from the infamous Title of a Traytor, to the spiritual one of a Saint.
You should speak more respectfully of the Cloathing.
Why Black never blushes, you know, say what you will on't.
Would you have us be without 'em?
Why when were they ever with us? Did you ever know them joyn with the People, unless 'twas a Mischief of their own making? We may groan under Misery and Slavery, grumble and complain; but, if the Churches Rights be not invested, they tell us, We must bear it, and submit to the Higher Powers. But if a single Egg of their Tyths were crack'd, and not made good to 'em, you should hear them bellow against Power and Dominion, make the Cause of the Church the disquiet of Heav'n; tell you, Horror and Plagues will come from above; that the just Divine Wrath will punish your Sacrilege: So destroy you themselves, to preserve you from Judg∣ments.
Sure they have done thee some mortal injury.
Let 'em forbear the King then, and Peace follows; for they're so constantly teizing him about their Religion, the Man can't enjoy himself for 'em: besides, should they biggotize the King to ad∣mire Abstinence and Chastity, poor Sir Thomas is kick'd out; for Praying and Pimping can never agree—Ads me! my Lords, I for∣got to tell you the News; The King's reconcil'd to the Prince▪ who must go to Normandy; and the Queen's pleas'd. There's a Miracle, my Lords! The Queen's pleas'd! Nay, she's pleas'd with me, that she has not spoke to this Month! Such a Favour she has done me!
What is't?
Your Servant.
Pray what is't?
You'll tell on't.
Think better of us.
If the King should know on't▪
Never for us.
Last night at Supper—
What then?
Nothing, only the Queen's pleas'd, that's all▪ Again your Servant, my Lords, your Servant.
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Your Majesty!
You doubly Honour me.
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I'm all obedience to your Royal pleasure.
You are all Goodness, Tenderness and Mercy.
This Purports that the Normans are in Arms.
It does.
My Royal Father.
Your Majesty?
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Ha! what said you?
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Oh Blasphemy!
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But yet—
Is there no danger of his Life?
I bless thee from my Soul, and wish thee well.