Shakespeare, William / Fletcher, John · published 1634 · first performed or written 1613 [1613-1614] (Annals) tragicomedy · King's Men · Blackfriars unassigned nearest T36 Hell, Furies and the language of punishm · 439 words
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Arise great Sir, and give the tidings ear That are most early sweet, and bitter. What Hath waked us from our dream? List then: your Cosen Mounted upon a Steed that Emily Did first bestow on him, a black one, owing Not a hair worth of white, which some will say Weakens his price, and many will not buy His goodness with this note: Which superstition Heere finds allowance: On this horse is Arcite Trotting the stones of Athens, which the Calkins Did rather tell, then trample; for the horse Would make his length a mile, if't pleased his Rider To put pride in him: as he thus went counting The flinty pavement, dancing as 'twere toth' Music His own hooves made; (for as they say from iron Came Musics origen) what envious Flint, Cold as old Saturn, and like him possessed With fire malevolent, darted a Spark Or what fierce sulphur else, to this end made, I comment not; the hot horse, hot as fire took Toy at this, and fell to what disorder His power could give his will, bounds, comes on end, Forgets school doing, being therein trained, And of kind mannadge, pig-like he whines At the sharp Rowel, which he frets at rather Then any jot obeys; seeks all foul means Of boisterous and rough jadrie, to dis-seate His Lord, that kept it bravely: when nought served, When neither Curb would crack, girth break nor differing plunges Dis-roote his Rider whence he grew, but that He kept him 'tween his legs, on his hind hooves on end he stands That Arcites legs being higher than his head Seemed with strange art to hang: His victors wreath Even then fell off his head: and presently Backward the jade comes over, and his full poise Becomes the Rider's load: yet is he living. But such a vessel 'T, that floats but for The surge that next approaches: he much desires To have some speech with you: Lo he appears. O miserable end of our alliance The gods are mighty Arcite, if thy heart, Thy worthy, manly heart be yet unbroken; Give me thy last words, I am Palamon, One that yet loves thee dying. Take Emilia And with her, all the world's joy: Reach thy hand, Farewell: I have told my last hour; I was false, Yet never treacherous: Forgive me Cosen: One kiss from fair Emilia: 'tis done: Take her: I die. Thy brave soule Elikium. I'll close thine eyes Prince; blessed souls be with thee, Thou art a right good man, and while I live, This day I give to tears. And I to honour.
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Arise great Sir, and give the tydings That are most early sweet, and bitter. What Hath wakt us from our dreame? List then: your Cosen Mounted upon a Steed that Emily Did first bestow on him, a blacke one, owing Not a hayre of white, which some will say Weakens his , and many will not buy His goodnesse with this note: Which superstition findes allowance: On this horse is Arcite Trotting the stones of Athens, which the Calkins Did rather tell, then trample; for the horse Would make his length a mile, if't pleasd his Rider To put pride in him: as he thus went counting The flinty pavement, dancing as t'wer to'th Musicke His owne made; (for as they say iron Came Musickes origen) what Flint, Cold as old Saturne, and like him possest With fire male volent, darted a Sparke Or what feirce sulphur else, to this end , I comment ; the hot horse, hot as fire Tooke Toy at this, and fell to what disorder His power could give his will, bounds, comes on end, Forgets schoole dooing, being therein traind, And of kind mannadge, pig-like he whines At the sharpe Rowell, which he freats at rather Then any jot obaies; seekes all foule meanes Of boystrous and rough Iadrie, to dis-seate His Lord, that kept it bravely: when nought serv'd, When neither Curb would cracke, girth breake nor diffring plunges Dis-roote his Rider whence he grew, but that He kept him tweene his legges, on his hind hoofes on end he stands That Arcites leggs being higher then his head Seem'd with strange art to hang: His victoros wreath Even then fell off his head: and presently Backeward the lade comes ore, and his full poyze Becomes the Riders loade: yet is he living. But such a vessell , that floates but for The surge that next approaches: he much desires To have some speech with you: Loe he appeares. O miserable end of our alliance The gods are Arcite, if thy heart, Thy worthie, manly heart be yet unbroken; Give me thy last words, I am Palamon, One that yet loves thee dying. Take Emilia And with her, all the worlds joy: Reach thy hand, Farewell: I have told my last houre; I was false, Yet never treacherous: Forgive me Cosen: One from faire Emilia: Tis done: Take her: I die. Thy brave soule Elikium. Ile close thine eyes Prince; blessed soules be with thee, Thou art a right good man, and while I live, This day I give to teares. And I to honour.