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.
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Repent, and I forgive.
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Repent, and I forgive.
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ACT. V. Scene II. The Mosque at the Palace of St. Jacques.
This News has struck 'em all dumb; you can see nothing at Court but a Company of moving Statues; the Christians whi∣sper indeed, but the Pagans shake their Heads, as Physitians do when they give a Man over; and the King runs to and fro as if he were pursu'd by a Spirit or Goblin. I wonder where the good natur'd Pietro, and the Generons Barbarossa are, I have not seen them at Alba Regalis all this Evening; I'll warrant you, one is con∣sulting the good of the Christians Souls, as the other did of their Bodies in the West, and are as calm in their Consciences as the meek suffering Martyrs; and as little disturb'd at the News, as a Hare at the first opening of the Kennel. Well, I'll go in and visit some of their Active Brethren, who at this time now are wonderful busie in forging false Reports, to scatter amongst the People. Had who have we yonder? Oh there's
the Jebusites private Cabal; now they are preparing business to be offer'd in Council; a Company of true State-Tinkers, who under the pretence of mending one Fault, make twenty. Well, I must
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be incognito; I'll stand up here and listen, I may edifie upon it per∣haps.
We have no time, Gentlemen, to make long Speeches: let us each offer our Sentiments, and from thence we'll pick out mat∣ter for the fittest Proposals to be made to Cullydada.
What are the Heads of the Prince Lysander's Declaration?
I am afraid the Reverend Pietro's and mine are two of them.
Ay, And I hope he'll have better hold of them, that in his Declaration.
Does our Danger proceed from the Person of the Prince?
Oh! He's the Primum Mobile of the Faction.
Why then can we want a Zealous Brother, that will ven∣ture to give him a gentle touch under the Fifth Rib? 'Tis the way of the Pagans, and according to the Instructions of Mother-Church.
I confess 'tis lawful, but not at this time seasonable; we must use Lenitives yet a while; we may have a time yet.
Yes, yes; I may see them all take their turns in good time.
The Plaguy Christian Nobles advise the King forthwith to call the Sanhedrim.
Oh! how they wince at the very name of it?
Vdsbud, a Sanhedrim! Why, the very thought of one's as dreadful as the sight of a Death's Head, and there's a Me∣mento mori to us included in the very Words.
Alack, my Breath smells of Hemp ever since you mention'd it: Why, prithee what was our business here for these many long years, but to stave off Sanhedrims, unless now and then to let them come together for matter of Form, and to fill the Kings Coffers, which we always made sure to employ against themselves.
Nay, I had as lief take a Lion by the Paw, as look a House of Commons in the Face, they have such a plaguy way of making a Man dancing the Somerset before 'em, and turning him inside out∣ward: I should not be my self again while I liv'd.
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Nay, o'my Conscience, there must be a great dearth of Hal∣ters, here, if you liv'd long after.
But how do the People behave themselves?
Ay, there's the sting.
Why to be plain, As Malefactors at the Gallows, when they. see a Reprieve come, an unusual blithness in the face of the better sortst and an insulting boldness in the Rabble: I walkt the Streets last Night in Disguise, on purpose to hear their Sentiments, where you should see at every other Door private Caballers and publick Muti∣neers: At one place they stop'd me, and made me Drink Confusion to Pietro, and his Holy Colleague the Chancellor: at another I saw a company of Boys were busie in twisting of Wattles I ask'd what they were for? They presently return'd, to hang the Iebusites to∣gether, and make a present of them to the Prince Lisander: Now this is our Distemper, Brother Barbarossa, what do you prescribe?
Why, I am at a stand; I have a plaguy Crick in my Neck of a suddain, and that's very ominous. Oh, that I had but two or three State Days in the West again! Oh, 'twould be an infallible remedy.
Nay, your Worship need not doubt of making one Holy-day before you dye yet.
My Lord the King sends for you both with all speed.
What's the News prithee?
The Prince Lysander is landed in the West with a formida∣ble Army, and the Country pour in like Hail to him; some of the King's Troops have already entirely joyn'd him, and all the people declare unanimously for him.
Oh poor Chancellor!
Ah-poor Pietro!
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Scene III. Alba Regalis.
Oh Villains! Rebels! Traytors! thus to betray their King and me. Are these their Christian Principles? Foh!
Why, there's the business: these ill-natur'd Christians. Out upon 'em, that two or three Millions of Souls should so una∣nimously conspire to save their ancient dear bought Laws from being subverted, their Religion from being violated, and their Throats from being Cut, when her Majesty had such a longing desire for it. Indeed it was ill manners.
Oh, if Barbarossa and the General had followed Pietro's advice and mine, they should not have left either Hive or Bee in that cursed West.
Ay, but the Soldiers are wiser now; for to save shedding of Blood, they are all gone over to one side.
Dear Hautefelia, do not so immoderately grieve, but think thy loving Dadamore shall still supply all that envious For∣tune can take from thee.
Dear Dadamore, I must confess thou art the prop and stay of all my hopes; but—
Speak; What's the News? make no preamble, be plain and short.
The King sends word his Army is revolted; his very Friends, Relations, all are gone, and he's returning with all speed for fear of being surprized by the Enemy.
Oh! Tortures, Plagues and Curses seize them: Come, come my Friends, for you must share my Fate.
Alack, if I should lose my Tommy now in this hurly burly!
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Does he design so suddenly to come?
Some of his Troops will quarter here to night.
I'le answer all by a Messenger of mine.
Well my Friends, you see how Fate and Time press me? I have told you my designs, and this Night resolve to put them in execution: the Queen and Child are safe gone off; and Pietro she has left her Casket of Jewels to your care and charge.
I'le be her faithful Carrier: humh! the Iewels to my charge! Nay, there's a little comfort then; I find I shall not go empty handed. Yes, yes, I shall take care of them.
It begins to grow late, we must separate: Well my good Friends, farewel; we may meet again.
Come, come, away Boys, away; the King has slip'd away, but we'll claw his Pagans off.
Ay, ay, let's pull down their Houses; they have abun∣dance
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of Crosses and Beads in them: Oh I hate Crosses; there's none but Heathens love Crosses.
Ay let's pull down Count—what de call'ems house; Oh he's a devilish Pagan, there's abundance of Gold and Money there.
Nay, then it deserves to be pull'd down: I'le warrant you they worship it there.
Ay, and there's Goodman Fangum, he's a Plaguy Fellow; Iowe him for two Suits of Cloaths indeed, but he rayl'd so sadly against Prince Lysander, that I have no mind to pay him.
Come, come, we will lay down our Lives for the Christi∣an Religion, and so 'tis unreasonable these Pagans should have such a deal of Money; come, away Boys, away.
So honest Brother, come along with us, Efack you shall have Brass enough to mend.
Ay, Ay, come away, God bless the Christian Religion, and hang the Pagans: Omnes, Amen, Amen.
Come along Old Bay, we'll make thee for ever.
O' my Conscience they'll make me out of my Wits, if they keep me much longer.
Come old Boy, throw away that Budget; thou shalt have a purse full of Brass and Iron.
No, hang it, I'll keep it because 'twas my Fathers: Uds-be as black as the Case appears, there's a heavenly lustre within. O my Heart akes for my Jewels.
Oh! I love this gutting of Houses dearly, my Father was brought up to the Trade.
I had a Brother liv'd and dy'd in't.
Ay Tom, I remember him very well, I saw him cut down.
Away, away Boys; holloo, holloo.
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For Heavens sake Sir's, keep me from the Mob; and do else what you please with me.
Do you hear, the Villain abuses us, he calls us plain Mob, without an M. to it.
Ay, ay, a Rogue, he hang'd my Brother in the W•••• without ever a Letter in the whole Criss Cross Row; He would not let him speak one word or tittle for himself.
Hey day! why is this the Chancellor? Why he look as if he had been at Sea.
No, he looks as if he would have been at Sea; but hang him, he was never born to be drown'd.
Why here's a strange alteration; here's the Judge turn'd Executioner; he's like the Hangman in the West.
O the Villain, he hang'd my Father for giving a hand∣ful of Hay to one of the Lord of Monumora's Horsemen: Oh his tear him to pieces: Guard stand off there.