Shirley, James · published 1635 · first performed or written 1631 [licensed for stage, May 4] (Annals) tragedy · Queen Henrietta Maria's Men T0 Court life: dukes, favour and honour typicality 0.81 · 468 words
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Here my Lord. Some Traitor hid within the chamber, see My Amidea's dead. Dead? 'tis impossible, Y, sh'as a wound upon her breast. I prithee kill me: Ha wilt thou murder me, Lorenzo, villain? Oh spare me to consider, I would live A little longer: Treason. A little longer say'ee It was my duty to obey you sir. let's make him sure my Lord. What would you say? no cares but ours Can reach his voice, but be not tedious. Oh spare me, I may live and pardon thee: Thy Prince begs mercy from thee, that did never Deny thee any thing; pity my poor soul, I have not prayed. I could have wished you better Prepared, but let your soul e'en take his chance. No tear prevail? oh whither must wander Thus Caesar fell by Brutus. I shall tell News to the world I go to, will not be Believed, Lorenzo killed me. Will it not? I'll presently put in security. I am coming Amidea, I am coming For thee inhuman murderer, expect My blood shall fly to heaven, and there inflamed, Hang a prodigious meteor all thy life. And when by some as bloody hand as thine Thy soul is ebbing forth, it shall descend In flaming drops upon thee: oh I faint! Thou flattering world farewell: let Princes gather My dust into a glass, and learn to spend Their hour of state, that's all they have; for when That's out, times never turns the glass again. So lay him beside his mistress, hide their faces, The Duke dismissed the train came with him. He did my Lord. Run to Sciarrha, pray him come, and speak wi'me, Secure his passage to this Chamber, haste, he's dead; I'll trust him now, and his ghost too; Fools start at shadows, I'm in love with night And her complexion. My Lord, he's come without your summons. Already? leave us. Welcome, let embraces Chain us together, noble Florio welcome: But I must honour thy great soul. Where's the Duke? They are a-bed together. Ha? he's not stirring yet: Thou killed'st thy sister, didst not? I preserved her. So it was bravely done. But where's the wanton Duke? asleep I tell you. And he shall sleep eternally. You cannot wake him, look you. Is he dead? And in his death we two begin our life Of greatness, and of Empire, nay he's dead. That labour's saved. Now I pronounce Sciarrha, Thy pardon, and to recompense thy loss, The share of Florence, I'll but wear the title, The power we'll divide. I like this well: You told a tale once of a common wealth And liberty. It was to gain a faction With discontented persons, a fine trick To make a buzz of reformation. My ends are compassed: hang the ribble rabble.
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Heere my Lord. Some Traitor hid within the chamber, see My Amidea's dead. Dead? tis impossible, Y, sh'as a wound upon her breast. I prethee kill mee: Ha wilt thou murder mee, Lorenzo, villaine? Oh spare me to consider, I would live A little longer: Treason. A little longer sayee It was my duty to obey you sir. Lets make him sure my Lord. What would you say? no cares but ours Can reach his voice, but be not tedious. Oh spare mee, I may live and pardon thee: Thy Prince begs mercy from thee, that did never Deny thee any thing; pittie my poore sole, I have not prayed. I could have wish'd you better Prepard, but let your soule e'entake his chance. No teare prevaile? oh whither must wander Thus Caesar fell by Brutus. I shall tell Newes to the world I goe to, will not bee Beleevd, Lorenzo kild me. Will it not? Ile presently put in security. I am comming Amidea, I am comming For thee inhumane murderer, expect My blood shall flie to heaven, and there inflam'd, Hang a prodigious meteor all thy life. And when by some as bloody hand as thine Thy soule is ebbing forth, it shall descend In flaming drops upon thee: oh I faint! Thou flattering world farewell: let Princes gather My dust into a glasse, and learne to spend Their hower of state, that's all they have; for when Thats out, times never turnes the glasse agen. So lay him beside his mistresse, hide their faces, The Duke dismist the traine came with him. He did my Lord. Run to Sciarrha, pray him come, and speake wo'mee, Secure his passage to this Chamber, haste, Hee's dead; Ile trust him now, and his ghost too; Fools start at shadowes, I'me in love with night And her complexion. My Lord, hee's come without your summons. Already? leave us. Welcome, let embraces Chaine us together, noble Florio welcome: But I must honor thy great soule. Wheres the Duke? They are a bed together. Ha? Hee's not stirring yet: Thou kildst thy sister, didst not? I preserv'd her. So it was bravely done. But wheres the wanton Duke? A sleepe I tell you. And hee shall sleepe eternally. You cannot wake him, looke you. Is he dead? And in his death we two begin our life Of grtnesse, and of Empire, nay hee's dead. That labour's sav'd. Now I pronounce Sciarrha, Thy pardon, and to recompence thy losse, The share of Florence, Ile but weare the title, The power weele devide. I like this well: You told a tale once of a common wealth And libertie. It was to gaine a faction With discontented persons, a fine tricke To make a buzze of reformation. My ends are compas'd: hang the ribble rabble.