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 · 517 words
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No, they command it rather, that have made Our souls but one: Cleander, thou wert wont To be more courteous; and I do see Some pity in thee: if not for pities sake, Yet for thine own good spare this life, and take Mine; for thou know'st, when I am dead, this kingdom Thy father will inherit, or thyself. 'tis but the waiting of an old man's death, Who cannot long outlive me: will you do't? Sir, you are noble, I do see you are, You loved this Lady once: by that dear love (With me it was a conjuration To draw my soul out, whilst I was so happy) I do beseech you spare her noble life, Her death will sit full heavy on your soul, And in your height of Kingly dignities Disturb that head, which crowns will give no rest to. To take my life is justice. Rather mine; I have offended in first loving him, And now betraying him unto his end. Be not so cruel madam to yourself And me, to envy me a death so noble. Sir, as you hope your love shall ever prosper, Your great designs, your fights, (whate'er they are) As you do hope for peace in your last hour, And that the earth may lightly cloth your ashes, Dispatch me quickly, send me to my death. A strange contention! Madam will you please A little to retire: 'tis your honour That I do strive to save, as well as life: Pray do not cross my purpose, I shall do Something that you may thank me for. Cleander, Save but the shepherd, and I'll crown thy merit. Will you be pleased to enter here? But swear That thou wilt save him. I shall do my best, I dare not swear, for 'tis not in my power To do what you command. But will you swear To let me know of it before he die? I will by heaven. Then I take my leave. And Thyrsis be thou sure, whatever Fate Attends thy life, the same does govern mine: One kiss I must not be denied. Fie Madam, How low is this in you? Then thus we part, To meet again, I hope. Down stubborn heart, Wilt thou not break yet? In my death I find Nothing that's terrible, but this Farewell Presents my soul with all the pains of hell. I'm sorry that this business went not forward. So am not I, we're rid of so much trouble. Yet it is strange the King should send for us, And when we were come, command us to return. No, 'tis not strange, it was his will to do so: But if you have an itch of dancing, friends, Next holiday we'll ha''t amongst ourselves, And every man shall dance with his own sweetheart: What say you shepherds, will't not be as well? It will be very fine. But where is Thyrsis? ay, where is he! you went along with him, Where did you leave him? Walking in a garden, Where when I came to call him, he was gone.
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No, they command it rather, that have made Our ſoules but one: Cleander, thou wert wont To be more courteous; and I do ſee Some pitie in thee: if not for pitties ſake, Yet for thine owne good ſpare this life, and take Mine; for thou knowſt, when I am dead, this kingdome Thy father will inherit, or thy ſelfe. Tis but the waiting of an old mans death, Who cannot long out-live me: will you do't? Sir, you are noble, I do ſee you are, You lov'd this Lady once: by that dear love (With me it was a conjuration To draw my ſoule out, whilſt I was ſo happy) I do beſeech you ſpare her noble life, Her death will ſit full heavie on your ſoule, And in your height of Kingly dignities Diſturbe that head, which crownes will give no reſt to. To take my life is juſtice. Rather mine; I have offended in firſt loving him, And now betraying him unto his end. Be not ſo cruell madam to your ſelfe And me, to envy me a death ſo noble. Sir, as you hope your love ſhall ever proſper, Your great deſignes, your fights, (what ere they are) As you do hope for peace in your laſt houre, And that the earth may lightly cloath your aſhes, Diſpatch me quickly, ſend me to my death. A ſtrange contention! Madam will you pleaſe A little to retire: Tis your honor That I do ſtrive to ſave, as well as life: Pray do not croſſe my purpoſe, I ſhall do Something that you may thanke me for. Cleander, Save but the ſhepheard, and Ile crowne thy merit. Will you be pleaſd to enter here? But ſweare That thou wilt ſave him. I ſhall do my beſt, I dare not ſweare, for tis not in my power To do what you command. But will you ſweare To let me know of it before he die? I will by heaven. Then I take my leave. And Thyrſis be thou ſure, what ever Fate Attends thy life, the ſame does governe mine: One kiſſe I muſt not be deny'd. Fy Madam, How low is this in you? Then thus we part, To meete againe, I hope. Downe ſtubborne heart, Wilt thou not breake yet? In my death I finde Nothing that's terrible, but this Farewell Preſents my ſoule with all the paines of hell. I'me ſorry that this buſines went not forward. So am not I, we're rid of ſo much trouble. Yet it is ſtrange the King ſhould ſend for us, And when we were come, command us to returne. No, 'tis not ſtrange, it was his will to do ſo: But if you have an itch of dancing, friends, Next holy-day we'le ha't amongſt our ſelves, And every man ſhall dance with his owne ſweetheart: What ſay you ſhepheards, wil't not be as well? It will be very fine. But where is Thyrſis? I, where is he! you went along with him, Where did you leave him? Walking in a garden, Where when I came to call him, he was gon.