Goffe, Thomas · published 1633 · first performed or written 1617 [c.1613-c.1618] (Annals) tragedy · at University unassigned nearest T53 The crown: kingship claimed, resigned an · 468 words
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Great Sovereign, boasting words shall ne'er outweigh The things I will perform, I speak not fame, But what I first have said, I'll do the same. We like thy temper well, and we will trust, Therefore this night we will appoint it so, Thou shalt be guided to our secretest room, And there shalt use thy skill; which if it take, Or love shall honour thee for physic's sake. Good heavens I thank you, your effectual power Hath showed your justice in this blessed hour, Now is occasion put, thus murder lays The trap wherein itself, itself betrays. Old Lord a word with you, and with you Lady. Had not you once a Son loved the young Prince? Yes Sir, but Fates envied my happiness, And holds both Prince and Son away too long. And had not you a brother Lady once? When heard you of him last? he went travel. In truth I had, but I can hear no news. O see my son, welcome my dearest boy. Our brother, our Orestes is come home. 'Tis they indeed, O how my blood revives, Let me embrace them, O ye're welcome home, Now is the Autumn of our sorrow done. What silent place hath smothered you so long! Of what great power have you counsel ta'en, Concerning the great plot you had in hand. Uncle, and sister, we must not stand now Embracing much, and bidding welcome home, You see before I come, how things do stand; My business hastens, and my friend, and I, Have yet a greater project to perform: Only Electra we must have your aid, To help with their child, for now's the time, When blessed occasion strives to help revenge. Why brother, is the child in any fault, That was unborn when that our Father dide? And 'tis a lusty boy: O hurt not that. Tush, I must have it, it shall have no hurt, Worse than my Father: Shalt not, indeed. Believe me, no worse hurt; but let's be gone. I'll be tripod Paracelsian. BOy, sweep the room, set each thing in his place, The King and queen take Physic here tonight. Sir, and you'll help me, I am ready here, Fetch them two chairs boy. Yes, Sir, What carpet mean you shall be spread a'th' board. That of red velvet, set the silver cups, There may be use of them to take the potion: So, now all's well, the room is well prepared. Is this the room, friend, where the King must be? Yes, this is the room Sir, 'tis the privat'st, this. You must avoid it then, and tell his Grace, That I stay here provided 'gainst he come. His grace shall know it. i'faith Orestes prithee spare the child, It hath no fault, but 'tis too like the mother.
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Great Soueraigne, boasting words shall ne're outweigh The things I will performe, I speake not fame, But what I first haue said, I'll doe the same. We like thy temper well, and we will trust, Therefore this night we will appoint it so, Thou shalt be guided to our secretst roome, And there shalt vse thy skill; which if it take, Or loue shall honour thee for Physicks sake. Good heauens I thanke you, your effectuall power Hath shewed your iustice in this blessed houre, Now is occasion put, thus murder layes The trap wherein it selfe, it selfe betrayes. Old Lord a word with you, and with you Lady. Had not you once a Son lou'd the young Prince? Yes Sir, but Fates enuied my happines, And holds both Prince and Son away too long. And had not you a brother Lady once? When heard you of him last? he went trauell. In truth I had, but I can heare no news. O see my son, welcome my dearest boy. Our brother, our Orestes is come home. 'Tis they indeed, O how my blood reuiues, Let me embrace them, O ye'r welcome home, Now is the Autumne of our sorrow done. What silent place hath smothered you so long! Of what great power haue you counsaile ta'ne, Concerning the great plot you had in hand. Vncle, and sister, we must not stand now Embracing much, and bidding welcome home, You see before I come, how things doe stand; My busines hastens, and my friend, and I, Haue yet a greater proiect to performe: Onely Electra we must haue your ayde, To helpe with their child, for now's the time, When blest occasion striues to helpe reuenge. Why brother, is the child in any fault, That was vnborne when that our Father dide? And 'tis a lusty boy: O hurt not that. Tush, I must haue it, it shall haue no hurt, Worse then my Father: Shal't not, indeed. Beleeue me, no worse hurt; but let's be gone. I'll be tripode Paracelsian. BOy, sweepe the roome, set each thing in his place, The King and queen take Physicke here to night. Sir, and you'll helpe me, I am ready here, Fetch them two chaires boy. Yes, Sir, What carpet meane you shall be spread a'th boord. That of red veluet, set the siluer cups, There may be vse of them to take the potion: So, now all's well, the roome is well prepar'd. Is this the roome, friend, where the King must be? Yes, this is the roome Sir, 'tis the priuat'st, this. You must auoyd it then, and tell his Grace, That I stay here prouided gainst he come. His grace shall know it. I Faith Orestes prethee spare the child, It hath no fault, but 'tis too like the mother.