Shirley, James · published 1635 · first performed or written 1631 [licensed for stage, May 4] (Annals) tragedy · Queen Henrietta Maria's Men unassigned nearest T0 Court life: dukes, favour and honour · 477 words
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He is here, shall's apprehend him? Happy morning to My gracious Sovereign. Good morrow coz. Can Treason couch itself within that frame? We ha' letters for you. Letters, these dread sir Have no direction to me, your highness Is only named. They will concern your reading, Alonso now observe and watch him Florio, Depazzi come you hither, does Lorenzo Look like a Traitor? How sir? a Traitor? ay sir. ay sir, by my honour not I sir, I defy Him that speaks it; I am in a fine pickle I ha' read— No blush? not tremble? read again The substance is, that you maintain A vigilant eye over Lorenzo, who Hath threatened with your death, his country's liberty And other things, touching reducing of A common wealth. I like not that. All's out: A pox upon him for a Traitor, he Has hedged me in but I'll confess— What answer Make you to this Lorenzo? This o'th' sudden, Sir I must owe the title of a Traitor To your high favours; Envy first conspired, And malice now accuses, but what story, Mentioned his name, that had his PRINCE's bosom, Without the people's hate, 'tis sin enough In some men to be great, the throng of stars The rout, and common people of the sky, Move still another way then the Sun does, That guilds the creature, take your honour's back, And if you can, that purple of my veins, Which flows in yours, and you shall leave me in A state I sha'not fear the great ones envy, Nor common people's rage, and yet perhaps You may be credulous against me. Ha! The Duke is cool. Alonzo look you prove. Lorenzo what you say. I say my Lord? I have discovered all my knowledge sir: stand to't— With licence of your highness, what Can you imagine I should gain by Treason? Admit I should be impious, as to kill you, I am your nearest kinsman, and should forfeit Both name and future title to the State, By such a hasty, bloody disposition, The rabble hate me now, how shall I then Expect a safety? is it reformation, Of Florence they accuse me of? suggesting I disaffect a Monarchy, which how Vain and ridiculous would appear in me, Your wisdom judge, in you I live and flourish, What in your death can I expect, to equal The riches I enjoy under your warmth? Should I for the air, and talk of a new government, A Common wealth, lose all my certainties? And you above 'em all, whose favours have fall'n like the Dew upon me? have I a soul To think the guilt of such a murder easy, Were there no other torments? or can I Expect the people will reward your murderer With any thing but death, a parricide? So so the Duke's already in his circle.
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Hee is heere, Shal's apprehend him? Happy morning to My gratious Soveraigne. Good morrow Cooze. Can Treason couch it selfe within that frame? We ha letters for you. Letters, these dread sir Have no direction to mee, your highnes Is onely nam'd. They will concerne your reading, Alonso now observe and watch him Florio, Depazzi come you hither, does Lorenzo Looke like a Traitor? How sir? a Traitor? I sir. I sir, by my honour not I sir, I defie Him that speakes it; I am in a fine pickle I ha read— No blush? not tremble? read agen The substance is, that you maintaine A vigilant eye over Lorenzo, who Hath threatned with your death, his countries liberty And other things, touching reducing of A common wealth. I like not that. All's out: A pox upon him for a Traitor, hee Has hedg'd meee in but Ile confesse— What answere Make you to this Lorenzo? This o'th suddaine, Sir I must owe the title of a Traitor To your high favours; Envy first conspir'd, And malice now accuses, but what story, Mentioned his name, that had his Princes bosome, Without the peoples hate, 'tis sinne enough In some men to be great, the throng of stars The rout, and common people of the skie, Move still another way then the Sun does, That guilds the creature, take your honors back, And if you can, that purple of my veines, Which flowes in yours, and you shall leave mee in A state I sh'anot feare the great ones envy, Nor common peoples rage, and yet perhaps You may be credulous against mee. Ha! The Duke is coole. Alonzo looke you prove. Lorenzo what you say. I say my Lord? I have discovered all my knowledge sir: stand too't— With licence of your highnesse, what Can you imagine I should gaine by Treason? Admit I should bee impious, as to kill you, I am your neerest kinsman, and should forfeit Both name and future title to the State, By such a hasty, bloody disposition, The rabble hate mee now, how shall I then Expect a safety? is it reformation, Of Floence they accuse mee of? suggesting I disaffect a Monarchy, which how Vaine and ridiculous would appeare in mee, Your wisedome judge, in you I liue and flowrish, What in your death can I expect, to equall The riches I enjoy under your warm'th? Should I for the ayre, and talke of a new goverment, A Common wealth, loose all my certainties? And you above 'em all, whose favours have Falne like the Dew upon mee? have I a soule To thinke the guilt of such a murder easie, Were there no other torments? or can I Expect the people will reward your murderer With any thing but death, a parricide? So so the Duke's already in his circle.