Shakespeare, William / Fletcher, John · published 1634 · first performed or written 1613 [1613-1614] (Annals) tragicomedy · King's Men · Blackfriars unassigned nearest T38 Death, parting and grief at court · 510 words
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We are 3. Queens, whose Sovereigns fell before The wrath of cruel Creon; who endured The Beakes of Ravens, Talents of the Kights, And pecks of Crowes, in the fowle feilds of The He will not suffer us to burn their bones, To urn their ashes, nor to take th' offence Of mortal loathsomeness from the blessed eye Of holy Phoebus, but infects the winds With stench of our slain Lords. O pity Duke, Thou purger of the earth, draw thy feared Sword That does good turns toth' world; give us the Bones Of our dead Kings, that we may Chapel them; And of thy boundless goodness take some note That for our crowned heads we have no roof, Save this which is the Lions, and the Bears, And vault to every thing. Pray you kneel not, I was transported with your Speech, and suffered Your knees to wrong themselves; I have heard the fortunes Of your dead Lords, which gives me such lamenting As wakes my vengeance, and revenge for'em King Capaneus, was your Lord the day That he should marry you, at such a season, As now it is with me. I met your Groom, By Marsis Altar, you were that time fair; Not Juno's Mantle fairer than your Tresses, Nor in more bounty spread her. Your wheaten wreath Was then nor threashd, nor blasted; Fortune at you Dimpled her Cheek with smiles: Hercules our kinsman (Then weaker than your eyes) laid by his Club, He tumbled down upon his Nenuan hide And swore his sinews thawd: O grief, and time, Fearful consumers, you will all devour. O I hope some God, Some God hath put his mercy in your manhood Whereto he'll infuse power, and press you forth Our undertaker. O no knees, none Widow, Unto the Helmeted-Belona use them, And pray for me your Soldier. Troubled I am. Honoured Hippolita Most dreaded Amazonian, that hast slain The Sith-tuskd-Bore; that with thy Arm as strong As it is white, wast near to make the male To thy Sex captive; but that this thy Lord Borne to uphold Creation, in that honour First nature styled it in, shrunk thee into The bound thou wast o'erflowing; at once subduing Thy force, and thy affection: Soldiresse That equally canst poise sternness with pity, Whom now I know haste much more power on him Then ever he had on thee, who ow'st his strength And his, Love too: who is a Servant for The Tenor of the Speech. Dear Glass of Ladies Bid him that we whom flaming war doth scorch, Under the shadow of his Sword, may cool us: Require him he advance it o'er our heads; Speak't in a woman's key: like such a woman As any of us three; weep ere you fail; lend us a knee; But touch the ground for us no longer time Than a Doves motion, when the head's plucked off: Tell him if he i'th' blood cizd field, lay swollen Showing the Sun his Teeth; grinning at the Moon What you would do.
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We are 3. Queenes, whose Soveraignes fel before The wrath of cruell Creon; who endured The Beakes of Ravens, Tallents of the Knights, And pecks of Crowes, in the fowle feilds of The He will not suffer us to burne their bones, To urne their ashes, nor to take th' offnce Of mortall loathsomenes from the blest eye Of holy Phbus, but infects the windes With stench of our slaine Lords. O pitty Duke, Thou purger of the earth, draw thy feard Sword That does good turnes to'th world; give us the Bones Of our dead Kings, that we may Chappell them; And of thy boundles goodnes take some note That for our crowned heades we have no roofe, Save this which is the Lyons, and the Beares, And vault to every thing. Pray you kneele not, I was transported with your Speech, and suffer'd Your knees to wrong themselves; I have heard the fortunes Of your dead Lords, which gives me such lamenting As wakes my vengeance, and revenge for'em King Capaneus, was your Lord the day That he should marry you, at such a season, As now it is with me. I met your Groome, By Marsis Altar, you were that time faire; Not Iunos Mantle fairer then your Tresses, Nor in more bounty spread her. Your wheaten wreathe Was then nor threashd, nor blasted; Fortune at you Dimpled her Cheeke with smiles: Hercules our kinesman (Then weaker than your eies) laide by his Club, He tumbled downe upon his Nenuan hide And swore his ws thawd: O greife, and time, Fearefull consumers, you will all devoure. O I hope some God, Some God hath put his mercy in your manhood Whereto heel infuse powre, and presse you forth Our undertaker. O no knees, none Widdow, Vnto the Helmeted-Belona use them, And pray for me your Souldier. Troubled I am. Honoured Hypolita Most dreaded Amazonian, that ha'st slaine The Sith-tuskd-Bore; that with thy Arme as strong As it is white, wast neere to make the male To thy Sex captive; but that this thy Lord Borne to uphold Creation, in that honour First nature stilde it in, shrunke thee into The bownd thou wast ore-flowing; at once subduing Thy force, and thy affection: Soldiresse That equally canst poize sternenes with pitty, Whom now I know hast much more power on him Then ever he had on thee, who ow'st his strength And his, Love too: who is a Servant for The Tenour of the Speech. Deere Glasse of Ladies Bid him that we whom flaming war doth scortch, Vnder the shaddow of his Sword, may coole us: Require him he advance it ore our heades; Speak't in a womans key: like such a woman As any of us three; weepe ere you faile; lend us a knee; But touch the ground for us no longer time Then a Doves motion, when the head's pluckt off: Tell him if he i'th blood cizd field, lay swolne Showing the Sun his Teeth; ginning at the Moone What you would doe.