The Abdicated prince, or, The adventures of four years a tragi-comedy, as it was lately acted at the court at Alba Regalis by several persons of great quality.

SCENE III. The Scene changes to Alba Regalis.

Enter Barbarossa, Pietro

Bar.

No News from the Camp yet Pietro.

Pie,

The King has not a word but that the Rebels increase dai∣ly: He has sent other strict orders to the General to fight them without delay.

Enter Remarquo.

Bar.

'Twas a desperate attempt of the Duke of Monumora's to invade a Kingdom at time of peace with so small a handful of Men.

He had certainly great hopes of Friends in the Country, and I begin to fear the worst.

B.

Well, you and I must follow the same fate; we must stick close together.

Rem.

I hope to see you close hang together.

[aside.]

My Lord your Servant.

Bar.

Honest Remarquo how goes it: Well I have considred your affair, and design you a kindness assoon as this Plaugy busi∣ness of the West is over.

R.

My good Lord, your Servant thanks you; perhaps his own business may be over by that time.

[Aside.

Pie.

Well Remarquo what News from the Rebels; I have not been at Court to day.

Rem.

Now will I heat 'um:

[aside]

Why Sir, matters appear to be much more dangerous than we thought at first: The Country comes in strangely to them; they all cry up for the Chursten Religion, and Prince Philodemus, whom they now call King.

[Barbarossa startles.

B

Good lack Remarquo; but is it so?

Rem.

He has put out a Proclamation of Pardon to all that will submit, with some few exceptions only; and I think he has had the Confidence to put in your Lordship and this Gentleman more for two.

[Bar. fumes and muses.

Bar.

Udslife this is very hard, to fall thus from the very prick of preferment; this must not be.

[Aside.]

[He muses and looks hard at Pietro.]

And is the Reverend Pietro. excepted too, 'tis unjust: Let me see, I must contrive some way or other to save my bacon;

[aside]

what if I should betray Pietro into the Dukes hands:

[aside]

Nay, King Queen, all should go if I could save but Barbarossa, the great Barbarossa: I'd assoon hang as go to my old trade of Petryfogging again.

[Aside.

Enter Messenger.

M.

My Lord the King commands both your attendance.

[Ex Barb. Piet.

Rem.

Oh! The tortures of a guilty Conscience. See how he fum'd and trembled at my News: The sound of a Post-boys horn's as troblesom To him as that of a Passing-Bell: And there's not a Messenger comes from the Camp, But he fancies he has a present of a Halter to make him. Well, he has been the boldest Sinner that ever Hungary knew:

For whereas most Vices covet to lurk under the disguise of Ver∣tues, he has made it his sole business to expose his bare faced; as if it was not sufficient for the World to know, without they saw him commit them.

Yes Barbarossa I will do this right, What e'r thou art, thou art no Hypocrite.

[Ex Remarque

Scene the Camps.

Enter the Duke of Monumora, leading his Army over the Stage.

Duke

Halt; give the Word softly.

Sold.

Halt, halt.

Duke.

Gentlemen we must march with all the silence imagina∣ble; the Night favours us, and we may take them knapping. When we come upon them, we must fall on without any good morrows; one hours good work and the day is our own: Bill∣men succeed the Shot, and fall on pell mell; 'twill be time e∣nough to give Quarter at Sun-rise, when we can know who and who's together. Now march.

Sold.

March, march

[Exeunt.

Noise of Drums, Trumpets, shouts, cryes of Dying Men, clashing of Swords, &c

Enter Officer with Souldiers re-treating.

Offi.

Stand, stand, and charge the Rogues; some Villian betray∣ed us; they were prepared for us: Come, come, charge; flying wont save us.

[They beat the Enemy back

Enter Duke of Monumora.

D.

Here Collonel, take your Regiment of Firelocks; line those Hedges; I'll stand the Body. Where's the Horse? Here speed to the Horse, bid them charge their Flanks: Charge them home brave boys. They fly, they fly.

[They beat the Enemy off again.

Enter Soldier.

Sir provide for your self: Retreat assoon as you can; you are betrayed: The General of the Horse is march'd off without striking a stroak: The Enemy are pouring in upon us, and 'twill be impossible to stand.

[The Duke stands amazed.

Offic.

Dear Sir make off, you'll be surrounded in a moment.

D.

VVe have time enough to damn that Villian first, Let him by Woman, Man, and God be curst.

Ex Duke

Drums, Trumpets, Shouts Acclamations of Victory Enter a few Soulders of the Dukes, crying Quarter, Quarter, Pursued by Officer and Souldiers

Offi.

Down with them, down with the Rebels.

D. Sol.

Quarter, Quarter, Noble Collonel, spare our Lives.

Offi.

Down with your Arms then,

[They through them down]

though you had as good be knock'd o'the head as hang'd. Here takes the Rogues, tye them together, and drive'um before you.

[Souldier, Tye um.

Sol.

Come march you Rebelly Dogs.

Enter the Kings Army with Drums Beating, Colours flying, Trum∣pets sounding, leading their Prisners with them: The General meets them.

Gen.

Gentlemen you have behaved your selves bravely; the King has ordered his Thanks to you, and will take care to reward you.

Soldiers

shout,

Long Live Culledada King of Hungary.

Gen.

Here you Collonel, detach a Regiment of Horse, and two of foot, and scowr about the adjacent Countries for Monu∣mora; he can't be got far; the King gives Five Hundred Pound to them that take him.

[Exeunt Omnes.

Enter

Duke of Monumora

solus in disguise.

And art thou then that Glorious Monumora?

[looking on himself.

Whose Praise fill'd every Tongue, touch'd every Heart: Whose beck commanded the obsequious croud; Whose Name, (like that of Hannibal to Rome) Did make the proud Hungarian Monarch tremble: Sure thou mistak'st thy self, and by some trick Of wild Enchantment, thou art here deluded. Who waits there? No Attendance? Call my Guards, How fares the Army? come lets charge the Flanck. Bring up the Horse: So ho! bring up the Horse! Now by the Gods the Villain flyes: Oh! See the Villian Now Monumora thou hast time to see

[He groans.

The slippery, weak Foundation of thy Greatness: That Airy Phantome of a Diadem, Which thou with so much eager fondness strove. To grasp, which cost thee some whole toilsome Years, That rob'd thee of thy Pleasure all the day, Thy Nights of Sleep and necessary Rest: Thou hast seen it now in one poor minute vanish. One Sun has seen thee rise a hopeful Monarch.

And shew'd thee Mountains of solid Gold: The next has with an envious hand withdrawn, (As new sueceeding Kings are wont to do) All that his Predecessors gave before Not yet five hours, and thou wer't great and good: The Christians Hope, the Pagans Four and Torror, Hungaria's great Defender, King, and Darling: Now, poor forsaken Caitiff, Villain Rebel. Such Fortune is thy vast unlimited Power, That canst as 'twere unite even Contradictions. In thee alone 'tis placed, to Carse or Bless, Nor Cause, nor Man, is good without success.