Shirley, James · published 1637 · first performed or written 1633 [licensed for stage, Jul 3] (Annals) tragicomedy · Queen Henrietta Maria's Men · Phoenix/Cockpit unassigned nearest T14 Royal love, favour and dynastic relation · 493 words
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Oh my dear Vittori! My wishes aim at none beside. Cassandra? We are rewarded, had Vittori taken Into his body a thousand wounds, this kiss Had made me well again, or but one drop Of this rich balsam, for I know thy tears Are joy to see Vittori safe, the King With all the glories of his Province cannot Do half this honour to his Admiral, I have a place above all happiness, And meet a greater empire in thy love Then fame or victory hath ever boasted, My own my best Cassandra! Call again That temper, which hath made Vittori honoured And if my tears which carry something more Than joy to welcome home, my best loved Lord Affect you with no sadness, which I wish not, Yet look upon this mourning not put on To counterfeit a grief, and that will tell you There is necessity for you to know Somewhat to check the current of your triumph. What prodigies are these? I was too careless Of this sad habit, joy to see thy face Made me distinguish nothing else, proceed And punish my too prodigal embraces, It is not fit I be in one thought blessed And thou in such a Livery. When you say You have strength enough to entertain the knowledge Of such an injury. If it only point At me, speak it at once, I am collected, shalt see I will be conqueror at home, If it concern thyself, let it not flow Too fast, but rather let my ear receive it By such degrees as may not kill too soon, But leave me some life only to revenge it. The Prince whose cause engaged your war abroad, Hath ill rewarded you at home. He cannot! Sir in your absence I have suffered for you, Hourly solicited to my dishonour. Ha! For though he called it love; I might suspect it, His personal visits, messengers, rich presents Left me not quiet to enjoy myself. I told him I had given my faith already, Contracted yours, impatient of my answers, He urged his greatness, swear he would enjoy me, Or be no Prince in Naples, I am yet Preserved, and welcome home my dearest safety. The Prince do this! This is but half the story, By his command none dare salute your victory, Or pour their glad hearts forth at your return, To these he hath newly added the dishonour of Your father, whom he hath commanded close Prisoner i'th' Castle, upon some pretence Of treason, in my eyes you may behold How people shed their sorrow, as the guard Led him to prison, none so bold to ask The cause that made him suffer in his misery. Will the King suffer this? Alas his age Hath made him tame, a too indulgent father To such a son, whose will is all the law, Controlling what he pleases in this fall Of justice; which way will Vittori take?
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Oh my deare Vittori My wishes ayme at none beside. Cassandra? We are rewarded, had Vittori taken Into his body a thousand wounds, this kisse Had made me well againe, or but one droppe Of this rich balsome, for I know thy teares Are joy to see Vittori safe, the King With all the glories of his Province cannot Doe halfe this honour to his Admirall, I have a place above all happinesse, And meete a greater empire in thy love Then fame or victorie hath ever boasted, My owne my best Cassandra! Call agen That temper, which hath made Vittori honour'd And if my teares which carry something more Then joy to welcome home, my best lov'd Lord Affect you with no sadnesse, which I wish not, Yet looke upon this mourning not put on To counterfeit a griefe, and that will tell you There is necessity for you to know Somewhat to checke the current of your triumph. What prodigies are these? I was too carelesse Of this sad habit, joy to see thy face Made me distinguish nothing else, proceed And punish my too prodigall embraces, It is not fit I be in one thought blest And thou in such a Livery. When you say You have strength enough to entertaine the knowledge Of such an injury. If it onely point At me, speake it at once, I am collected, Shat see I will be conqueror at home, If it concerne thy selfe, let it not flow Too fast, but rather let my eare receive it By such degrees as may not kill too soone, But leave me some life onely to revenge it. The Prince whose cause engag'd your warre abroad, Hath ill rewarded you at home. He cannot! Sir in your absence I have suffered for you, Hourely sollicited to my dishonour. Ha! For though he cald it love; I might suspect it, His personall visits, messengers, rich presents Left me not quiet to enjoy my selfe. I told him I had given my faith already, Contracted yours, impatient of my answers, He urg'd his greatnesse, sweare he would enjoy me, Or be no Prince in Naples, I am yet Preserv'd, and welcome home my deerest safety. The Prince doe this! This is but halfe the story, By his command none dare salute your victory, Or powre their glad hearts forth at your returne, To these he hath newly added the dishonour of Your father, whom he hath commanded close Prisoner ith Castle, upon some pretence Of treason, in my eyes you may behold How people shed their sorrow, as the guard Led him to prison, none so bold to aske The cause that made him suffer in his miserie. Will the King suffer this? Alas his age Hath made him tame, a too indulgent father To such a sonne, whose will is all the law, Controlling what he pleases in this fall Of justice; which way will Vittori take?