Rutter, Joseph · published 1635 · first performed or written 1634 [1633-1635] (Annals) pastoral · Queen Henrietta Maria's Men · before the Court unassigned nearest T38 Death, parting and grief at court · 486 words
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It cannot be: she will not stain her birth With such ignoble love; yet I confess, Revolving all the causes of her strange Departure, I could fix on none but that. Well, if she do so, I will let her forth, Forth of my blood, and whosoe'er he be Whose fortune marked him out to be the object Of this her love, shall find Ixion's Fate, He shall embrace a shadow; by my life They both shall die. O my gracious Lord, Remember she's your daughter. ay, thou still Dost plead for her, but yet am I her King As well as father, private men respect Their profits, and their private interests Of kindred, but the actions of a King, To honour, and renown must be directed: Consider that, and than thou wilt forget her. Cleander, welcome, how does Calligone? Is she not glad to come unto our presence? Why dost not answer? art thou frighted man? I know not how to answer any thing, Unless your Majesty will sign my pardon. Why what's the matter, speak, and speak it freely Then know great sovereign that when I went As full of joy, as speed, with your glad message, I found the Princess. What, not dead, I hope? Dead to her honour. Ha! In short my Lord, I found her walking in the garden with A shepherd, (more of him I cannot tell) But she was habited in that attire She wore, when from the woods I brought her home, I slipped away, not being seen by them, And if you please to go, perhaps great Sir, You still may find them there. How now Eubulus, Are my presages true? shall I then sleep With this disgrace, and let my neighbour Princes Mock at my humble fortunes, when they hear The daughter of Euarchus matched herself With a base shepherd? Go Eubulus quickly, Here take my signet, let this be your warrant To put them both to death. How? both my Lord? ay, both. Your daughter too? Why do you question me? Have I not said they both shall die: dispatch. Let me not see thee, till they both be dead. What hast thou done? thou rash inhuman boy? Deprived thy father of a child, thyself Of thine own sister, whom but now thou knewst. Well may the King take that dear life away, Which he did never give: I will go tell him, I am her father: but I lose my life If I do that, as guilty of a treason. Go Murderer, hadst thou no pity in thee? Sir I do feel so much of grief within me, For this my act, that if my blood will serve To save her life, I'll make no price of it: Yet could I not imagine, that the King Would have been so enraged; or if he would, I had no time to think of it before.
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It cannot be: ſhe will not ſtaine her birth With ſuch ignoble love; yet I confeſſe, Revolving all the cauſes of her ſtrange Departure, I could fixe on none but that. Well, if ſhe do ſo, I will let her forth, Forth of my blood, and whoſoere he be Whoſe fortune markt him out to be the object Of this her love, ſhall finde Ixions Fate, He ſhall embrace a ſhadow; by my life They both ſhall die. O my gracious Lord, Remember ſhe's your daughter. I, thou ſtill Doſt plead for her, but yet am I her King As well as father, private men reſpect Their profits, and their private intereſts Of kindred, but the actions of a King, To honor, and renowne muſt be directed: Conſider that, and then thou wilt forget her. Cleander, welcome, how does Calligone? Is ſhe not glad to come unto our preſence? Why doſt not anſwere? art thou frighted man? I know not how to anſwere any thing, Unleſſe your Majeſty will ſigne my pardon. Why what's the matter, ſpeake, and ſpeak it freely Then know great ſoveraigne that when I went As full of joy, as ſpeed, with your glad meſſage, I found the Princeſſe. What, not dead, I hope? Dead to her honor. Ha! In ſhort my Lord, I found her walking in the garden with A ſhepheard, (more of him I cannot tell) But ſhe was habited in that attire She wore, when from the woods I brought her home, I ſlipt away, not being ſeene by them, And if you pleaſe to goe, perhaps great Sir, You ſtill may finde them there. How now Eubulus, Are my preſages true? ſhall I then ſleepe With this diſgrace, and let my neighbour Princes Mocke at my humble fortunes, when they heare The daughter of Euarchus matcht her ſelfe With a baſe ſhepheard? Goe Eubulus quickly, Here take my ſignet, let this be your warrant To put them both to death. How? both my Lord? I, both. Your daughter too? Why do you queſtion me? Haue I not ſaid they both ſhall die: diſpatch. Let me not ſee thee, till they both be dead. What haſt thou done? thou raſh inhumane boy? Depriv'd thy father of a childe, thy ſelfe Of thine owne ſiſter, whom but now thou knewſt. Well may the King take that deare life away, Which he did never give: I will goe tell him, I am her father: but I looſe my life If I do that, as guilty of a treaſon. Go Murderer, hadſt thou no pittie in thee? Sir I do feele ſo much of griefe within me, For this my act, that if my blood will ſerve To ſave her life, Ile make no price of it: Yet could I not imagine, that the King Would have bin ſo inrag'd; or if he would, I had no time to thinke of it before.