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 · 510 words
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Now farewell Royal Sovereign and great Queen, Unto whose high and sacred Majesty My forfeit head thus stoops: and best loved Peers, I only wish this blood you shall see drawn Had dropped before the common enemy, The barbarous Turk: in some just Christian cause Not in this feminine quarrel. I had then Died a crowned Martyr: that offender like Now bow to th' Axe of justice: farewell to Thee, for whose love I undergo this shame, May thy repentance for thy guilt beg pardon, That we may meet in blessed Elysium, There our souls kiss together: Farewell world, Grown so corrupt, thou wilt not suffer Virtue And Beauty roof together: may thy charity Guide me to yond safe harbour. Thus I fall Beneath my offences, and take leave of— Stay. Who interupts our justice? As you are Royal, And worthy of those honours arch your head, Defer that bloody business now in hand, To right an injured woman. What means this? A lovely and sweet presence. That apparition transports me into wonder. A rare aspect; had she a suiting virtue, Pineda, I should half suspect my challenge, And willingly compound. Most Divine Princess, Should they mere here, I should not blame your fears, Since th'one appears to be incomparable. What seek you from this throne? That in which Kings Resemble most the Gods: justice. 'Gainst whom? Against a Felon, robber! a base thief. Harboured in this your Court. If such live here, As we are King, we banish him our patronage. And yield him up to sentence: first, fair creature, Gious your name, your birth, and qualitie. My Nation foreign: birth, not high degreed, Noe ey way ignoble: for my qualitie, Some that resume to know me, call me Libertine, Wanton and wild wench; nay, a Courtesan: But were I looser than ere Lais was, It should not bar me justice. Thou shalt hait. That word quaked all the blood within my veins, And agues all my nerves. You keep your own yet madam. And of that, Pineda, I am proud, infinite proud, I ne'er was pleased with any's, fin till now; It makes me still unpeered. Speak, what's your wrong? See you this pantofle? 'twas a rich pair, till the base felony, Of one of this your Court divided them; For being lodged, and nobly entertained, Was not alone content to vitiate Both fame and body, and to take full surfeit Of that my prostitution, but unworthy The title of a noble Gentleman, He stole the slipper there, that fellows this, Valued at no less than a Thousand Crowns. And cheaply rated too, find out the man, And be he one enthroned in our highest grace, He shall be thine to censure. Take survey, Make strict inquiry, single men by men: For mine own part, so much I grieve thy loss, And his base theft abhor, that were't the man Upon whose shoulder we did use to lean, Severity should judge him. You are all gracious, And I'll make bold to use the benefit Of this your Clemency.
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Now farewell Royall Soveraigne and great Queene, Vnto whose high and sacred Majesty My forfeit head thus stoopes: and best lov'd Peeres, I only wish this blood you shall see drawne Had drop't before the common enemie, The barbarous Turke: in some just Christian cause Not in this feminine quarrell. I had then Dyde a crowa'd Martyr: that offendour like Now bow to th' Axe of Iustice: fare-well to Thee, for whose love I undergoe this shame, May thy repentance for thy guilt begge pardon, That wee may meete in blest Elizm, There our oles kisse together: Farewell world, Growne so corrut, thou wilt not suffer Vertue And Beauty roofe together▪ may thy charitie Guide me to yon safe harbonr. Thus I fall Beneath my 'offences, and take leave of— Stay. Who interupts our Iustice? As you are Royall, And worthy of those honors ach your head, Deferre that bloody businesse now in hand, To right an injur'd woman. What meares this? A lovely and sweete presence. That apprition transports mee into wonder. A rare aspect; had shee a suiting vertue, Pineda, I should halfe spect my challenge, And willingly compound. Most Divine Princesse, Should they meere heere, I should not blame your feares, Since th'one appeares to bee inomparable. What seeke you from this throne? That in which Kigs Resemble most the Gods: Iustice. 'Gainst whom? Against a Fellon, robber▪ a base thiese. Harbourd in this your Court. If suh live heere, As wee are King, wee bannish him our patronage. And yeeld him up to sentence: first, fae creature, Gious your name, your birth, and qualitie. My Nation forraine: birth, not high degree'd, Noe ey way ignoble: for my qualitie, Some that resume to know mee, cll me Libertine, Wanton and wld wench; nay, a Curtizan: But were I looser then ere Lais was, It should not barre mee justice. Thou shalt ha'te. That word quak'd all the blood within my vaines, And agues all my nerves. You keepe your owne yet madam. And of that, Pineda, I am prowd, infinite prowde, I nere was pleas'd with anies, finne till now; It makes mee still unpeer'd. Speake, what's your wrong? See you this pantofle? Twas a rich paire, till the base fellonie, Of one of this your Court divided them; For being lodg'd, and nobly entertain'd, Was not alone content to vitiate Both fame and body, and to take full surfet Of that my prostitution, but unworthy The title of a noble Gentleman, Hee stole the slipper there, that fellowes this, Valewed at no lesse then a Thousand Crownes. And cheapely rated too, find out the man, And bee hee one Inthron'd in our highest grace, Hee shall be thine to censure. Take surveigh, Make strickt inquiry, single men by men: For mine owne part, so much I grieve thy losse, And his base theft abhorre, that were't the man Vpon whose shoulder wee did use to leane, Severitie should judge him. You are all gratious, And Ile make bold to use the benefit Of this your Clemency.