A Select Collection of Old English Plays: Originally Published by Robert Dodsley in the year 1744
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A Select Collection of Old English Plays: Originally Published by Robert Dodsley in the year 1744
English drama
How now, noble king? pluck up your heart;
What, will you die, and from us depart?
Speak to me, and you be alive:
He cannot speak; but behold now with death he doth strive!
Alas, good king: alas, he is gone!
The devil take me, if for him I make any moan.
I did prognosticate of his end, by the mass;
Like as I did say, so is it come to pass.
I will be gone; if I should be found here,
That I should kill him it would appear:
For fear with his death they do me charge,
Farewell, my masters, I will go take barge:
I mean to be packing, now is the tide:
Farewell, my masters, I will no longer abide.
[_Exit_ AMBIDEXTER.
_Enter three_ LORDS.
FIRST LORD.
Behold, my lords, it is even so,
As he to us did tell;
His grace is dead upon the ground,
By dent of sword most fell.
SECOND LORD.
As he in saddle would have leapt,
His sword from sheath did go,
Goring him up into the side;
His life was ended so.
THIRD LORD.
His blood so fast did issue out,
That nought could him prolong:
Yet before he yielded up the ghost,
His heart was very strong.
FIRST LORD.
A just reward for his misdeeds
The God above hath wrought;
For certainly the life he led
Was to be counted nought.
SECOND LORD.
Yet a princely burial he shall have,
According his estate;
And more of him here at his time
We have not to dilate.
THIRD LORD.
My lords, let us take him up,
To carry him away.
BOTH.
Content we are, with one accord,
To do as you do say.
[_Exeunt all._
* * * * *
EPILOGUS.
Right gentle audience, here have you perused
The tragical history of this wicked king;
According to our duty, we have not refused,
But to our best intent express’d everything:
We trust none is offended for this our doing.
Our author craves likewise, if he have squared amiss,
By gentle admonition to know where the fault is.
His good will shall not be neglected to amend the same;
Praying all to bear therefore with his simple deed,
Until the time serve a better he may frame:
Thus yielding you thanks, to end we decreed
That you so gently have suffered us to proceed,
In such patient wise as to hear and see:
We can but thank you therefore, we can do no more, we.
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