Heywood, Thomas · published 1636 · first performed or written 1635 [1634-1636] (Annals) tragicomedy · King's Men · Blackfriars unassigned nearest T14 Royal love, favour and dynastic relation · 501 words
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troth I wonder In what remote clime the poor exile treads, Or in what place he hopes to find that piece His impudence durst boast of? he's perhaps traveled to Arabia Felix, and from thence To bring the Phoenix hither. He should then Have kept his Country, if a Phoenix live, You make Spain blessed Arabia. I remember, There lived a Spanish Princess of our name, An Isabella too, and not long since; Who from her Palace windows, steadfastly, Gazing upon the Sun, her heir took fire, Some Augurs held it as a prodigy, I rather think she was Latona's brood, And that Apollo courted her bright hair, Else envying, that her tresses put down his, He scorched them off in envy, not dare I From her derived, expose me to his beams, lest, as he burns the Phoenix in her nest Made of the sweetest aromatic wood; Either in love or envy, he agree To use the like combustion upon me. A thing much to be feared. Then royal Lady, Might I advise you, keep out of the Sun And walk still in the shade, by proof we see Such Meteors oft take fire. Alas poor Lord: To see what thy bold rashness brings thee to That thou art forced to wander through the world, To find out a black Swan to rival us? Thou seek'st a thing that is not: and thy rashness Hath justly forced thine exile. Fairest of Creatures, I bring you news, Lord Bonavid's returned, And new arrived at Court, Art sure 'tis so? Most certain Royal Princess. To his death: If he come empty handed. But if sped, Than he redeems his exile. Blind, and dull, Hath plenty bred a surfeit in you then? Or have you ta'en possession of that treasure, You know not how to value to the worth, But though you cannot, we can rate ourself: Perhaps, despair hath brought him back to offer His desperate life; Which if with submission, Repentance, and some due acknowledgement, May in our grace find pardon; Go, admit him. Now let's prepare our eyes; For, he no question Hath brought o'er some rare creature. Take your stands, let's have of her full view. All the delights of earth, and joys above, For ever crown your Temples. Wellcome Bonavida; How speed you in your voyage? That success, I had in expectation, Royal sir, I am now possessed of, really. we have found her. Hah, whom? The pride of Nature, and of Love; Beauty and Virtue in most high contention Which should exceed each other. Why, I can assure you, we have her to show, And such a piece— Peace you; What Country? England. What place there? Of their chief Cities, the Metropolis, London. ay, and the fairest there, one so fair, that all Bartholmew-fair could not match her again. we have no tongue for thee— But we have a Tale for you, if you will give us the hearing. What name? Helena. Of what descent or Parentage?
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Troath I wonder In what remote clyme the poore exile treds, Or in what place he hopes to find that piece His impudence durst boast of? Hee's perhaps Travell'd to Arabia Felix, and from thenc To bring the Phenix hither. He should then Have kept his Country, if a Phenix live, You make Spaine blest Arabia. I remember, There liv'd a Spanish Princesse of our name, An Isabella too, and not long since; Who from her Pallace windowes, stedfastly, Gazing upon the Sunne, her heire tooke fire, Some Augures held it as a prodigy, I rather thinke she was Latona's brood, And that Apollo courted her bright haire, Else envying, that her tresses put downe his, He scorcht them off in envie, not dare I From her deriv'd, expose me to his beames, Least, as he burnes the Phenix in her nest Made of the sweetest aromatick wood; Either in love or envie, he agree To use the like combustion upon me. A thing much to bee fear'd. Then royall Lady, Might I advise you, keepe out of the Sunne And walke still in the shade, by profe we see Such Meteors oft take fir. Alas poore Lord: To see what thy bold rashnesse brings thee to That thou art forc'd to wander through the world, To finde out a blacke Swan to rivall us? Thou seek'st a thing that is not: and thy rashnesse Hath justly forc'd thine exile. Fayrest of Creatures, I bring you newes, Lord Bonavids return'd, And new arriv'd at Court, Art sure 'tis so? Most certaine Royall Princesse. To his death: If he come empty handed. But if sped, Then hee redeemes his exile. Blind, and dull, Hath plenty bred a surfett in you then? Or have you tane possession of that treasure, You know not how to value to the worth, But though you cannot, wee can rate our selfe: Perhaps, dispayre hath brought him backe to offer His desperate life; Which if with submission, Repentance, and some due acknowledgement, May in our grace find pardon; Goe, admit him. Now let's prepare our eyes; For, hee no question Hath brought o're some rare creature. Take your stands, let's have of her full view. All the delights of earth, and joyes above, For ever crowne your Temples. Wellcome Bonavida; How speed you in your voyage? That successe, I had in expectation, Royall sir, I am now possest of, really. Wee have found her. Hah, whom? The pride of Nature, and of Love; Beautie and Vertue in most high contention Which should exceede each other. Why, I can assure you, wee have her to show, And such a pece— Peace you; What Countrey? England. What place there? Of their chiefe Cities, the Metropolis, London. I, and the fayrest there, one so fayre, that all Bartholmew-fayre could not match her againe. Wee have no tongue for thee— But wee have a Tale for you, if you will give us the hearing. What name? Hellena. Of what discent or Parentage?