Heywood, Thomas · published 1636 · first performed or written 1635 [1634-1636] (Annals) tragicomedy · King's Men · Blackfriars unassigned nearest T59 Spanish courts: war, honour and courtshi · 489 words
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God-a-mercy for this in faith, and were it not that the grief, for my Noble Master's death, and that tomorrow too— Why, hast thou a master to suffer? Yes, and about a face too that would have served the turn, if the heart had been correspondent. If you have a mind to see the pitiful spectacle, I'll help you to a place, where you shall have room to see, leisure to lament, and time to shed tears. Strange, most strange, I will inquire this further, Ith' mean time, canst help us to a lodging? Yes, especially for such a face. If you desire a strong one, to a prison. If you would lie cheap and save charges, 'tis but speaking treason, and I'll help you to be billeted, at the king's castle. The Queen plays with my death, And bids me act a bold Tragedians part, To which, such moving action I will give, That it shall glaze this Theater round with tears, And all that shall behold me on this stage, Pitying my fate: shall tax her cruelty, And to the Spanish Chronicles let this a de, That he whose tongue hath justified their sex, Whose sword hath coped brave Champions for their fame Whose travels have been to maintain their honours, And of their virtues to give large approof, That he, whose labour was their praise t'uphold, Should by a woman fall; a fair false woman: And be it not the least stain to that Country, That she was bred in England. The character you have given that noble stranger, His valour, faith, and friendship Valladaura, So deeply hath impressed us: that we are pleased, To see him matched into a noble house, And we from henceforth shall account him ours. Fair Petrocella, we commend your choice, For if renown bath blazoned him aright. Spain it could scarce have bettered: we have stored Favours for you, and high respect for him, Which leisure shall make known: but to the Prisoner, That's now our present business: Seat you Lords, Pineda, you next us. Queen here's your sport, And this the mark you aim at: yet in this Deal gently with me, do not mock my death, And I'll expose my life as willingly, As in my ripest joys and best of pleasures. In love which most I wish to have preserved, Nor trouble me with vain intergatories To turn my soul (in the high road to heaven Into some dangerous by-path) grant but this, My death I freely pardon. Those small minutes You have to spend, are at your own desires, No tongue shall interrupt you. Now you are kind: I now with what prepared speed I can Will come to kiss my Fate. Come Lady, if we press not through the throng we shall not get to th'hearing. 'Mongst all these Courtiers, point me our the man? That Picke-devant that elbows next the Queen. Enough, no more.
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God-a-mercy for this in faith, and were it not that the griefe, for my Noble Masters death, and that to morrow too— Why, hast thou a master to suffer? Yes, and about a face too that would have serv'd the turne, if the heart had been correspondent. If you have a minde to see the pittifull spectacle, I'le helpe you to a place, where you shall have roome to see, leasure to lament, and time to shed teares. Strange, most strange, I will inquire this further, Ith' meane time, canst helpe us to a lodging? Yes, especially for such a face. If you desire a strong one, to a prison. If you would lie cheape and save charges, 'tis but speaking treaion, and I'le helpe you to be billeted, at the Kings castle. The Queene playes with my death, And bids me act a bold Tragedians part, To which, such moving action I will give, That it shall glaze this Theater round with teares, And all that shall behold me on this stage, Pittying my fate: shall taxe her cruelty, And to the Spanish Chronicles let this a de, That he whose tongue hath justified their sex, Whose fword hath coapt brave Champions for their fame Whose travells have been to maintaine their honours, And of their vertues to give large approofe, That he, whose labour was their praise t'uphold, Should by a woman fall; a faire false woman: And be it not the least staine to that Country, That she was bred in England. The character you have given that noble stranger, His valour, faith, and friendship Valladaura, So deepely hath imprest us: that we are pleas'd, To see him match't into a noble house, And wee from henceforth shall account him ours. Faire Petrocella, we commend your choyce, For if renowne bath blazomd him aright. Spaine it could scaree have betterd: we have stor'd Favours for you, and high respect for him, Which leasure shall make knowne: but to the Prisoner, That's now our present businesse: Seate you Lords, Pineda, you next us. Queene here's your sport, And this the marke you aime at: yet in this Deale gently with me, doe not mock my death, And Ile expose my life as willingly, As in my ripest joyes and best of pleasures. In love which most I wish to have preserv'd, Nor trouble me with vaine intergatories To turne my soule (in the high rode to heaven Into some dangerous by-path) grant but this, My death I freely pardon. Those small minutes You have to spend, are at your owne desires, No tongue shall interrupt you. Now you are kinde: I now with what prepared speed I can Will come to kisse my Fate. Come Lady, if we presse not through the throng Wee shall not get to th'hearing. 'Mongst all these Courtiers, point me our the man? That Pioke-devant that elbowes next the Queene. Enough, no more.