Rowley, William · published 1638 · first performed or written 1608 [1607-1609] (Annals) romance · Prince Charles's Men (first) · Red Bull unassigned nearest T15 Friars and holy orders in plot · 505 words
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My three months' banishment I have observed, And now the dated limit gives me leave to reapproach my Interdicted Saint; once more sweet love I do invoke thy Power, to bless my poor unspotted Sacrifice, the offering Of a loving loyal heart: This is the customary retirement Where daily she frequents, this speaks her name, and speaks Her virtues in a bubbling murmur, which many ages after her Ascent up to that glorious Asterisine above, shall keep And tell to long Posterities, within this liquid Oracle shall be Read, heaven wrought a miracle for Winifred, here I'll Await, and while my tongue takes rest, solace my thought. Return and give notice to Amphiabell, that I am walked Abroad, as he entreated. I will Madam. His company is sweet fellowship; wanton folly, thou hast No harbour in Amphiabell, but high and holy meditations, Rare virtues in a Prince, the example's good, and I will follow It; yea if thou goest into the Militant Field of martyrdom. Ha, who's that? this is not the company that my desires do with. Nay stay sweet Virgin, rather let me leave the place, Whose presence offends the place; yet, if you vouchsafe, Offend I may by your construction, but not by willing heart. I fear your method sir, would I might err in false Supposition, speak and I'll tell you. My three months' exile is expired. And you have well observed it? Then give me leave to reattempt my suit, which I have Kept a painful sojourner in my unquiet bosom. 'Twas your own tyranny to add to my injunction, I craved But one month, and you would proffer three. 'Twas folly in my duty. Which still you do persist in, for since you left me I am contract and wedded. Am I out rivaled? War not with heaven sir, to that is tied my Nuptial gordian, within you house of stars the Bridegroom sits, And there the Spousal chamber is prepared, you are the Golden hymeneal flames, whose spheric Music, Chaste Hallelujahs sing, to celebration of my Virgin rights: Oh labour not then to divorce me thence, since all the fruit Will be but vain expense: my love is fixed, and we have But one love; you seek for that below that's gone above. You are too obstinate. O chide yourself sir, 'tis your own sin, you are too obstinate To persevere against a decree of Fate: be this the final answer to Your suit; if ever mortal man have attribute of Winifred's Husband, 'T shall be Sir Hugh, if it be debt to any 'tis your due. A desperate debt, hopeless of recovery. And as the test to your fair seeming love, whether it Noble Were or counterfeit, by its best virtue here I charge you Sir, To move no further questions at this time, for if you speak I will not answer you; you may in silence stay: Thus do I turn setting the world a part, Here fix mine eyes, and with mine eyes my heart.
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My three moneths banishment I have observ'd, And now the dated limit gives me leave to re-aproach my Interdicted Saint; once more sweet love I doe invoke thy Power, to blesse my poore unspotted Sacrifice, the offering Of a loving loyall heart: This is the customary retirement Where daily she frequents, this speakes her name, and speakes Her vertues in a bubling murmur, which many ages after her Ascent up to that glorious Asterisine above, shall keepe And tell to long Posterities, within this liquid Oracle shall be Read, heaven wrought a miracle for Winifred, heere Ile Awaite, and while my tongue takes rest, solace my thought. Returne and give notice to Amphiabell, that I am walk't Abroad, as he intreated. I will Madam. His company is sweet fellowship; wanton folly, thou hast No harbour in Amphiabell, but high and holy meditations, Rare vertues in a Prince, the example's good, and I will follow It; yea if thou goest into the Militant Field of Martyrdome. Ha, who's that? this is not the company that my desires doe with▪ Nay stay sweet Virgin, rather let me leave the place, Whose presence offends the place; yet, if you vouchsafe, Offend I may by your construction, but not by willing heart. I feare your method sir, would I might erre in false Supposition, speake and Ile tell you. My three moneths exile is expired. And you have well observ'd it? Then give me leave to re-atempt my suite, which I have Kept a painefull sojourner in my unquiet bosome. 'Twas your owne tyranny to adde to my injunction, I crav'd But one moneth, and you would proffer three. 'Twas folly in my duty. Which still you doe persit in, for since you left me I am contract and wedded. Am I out rivald? War not with heaven sir, to that is ty'd my Nuptiall Gordion, within you house ofstarres the Bride-groome sits, And there the Spousall chamber is prepard, you are the Golden Himoneall flames, whose spherick Musicke, Chast Hallelujahs sing, to celebration of my Virgin rights: Oh labour not then to divorce me thence, since all the fruit Will be but vaine expence: my love is fixt, and we have But one love; you seeke for that below that's gone above. You are too obstinate. O chide your selfe sir, 'tis your owne sin, you are too obstinate To persevere against a decree of Fate: be this the finall answer to Your suite; if ever mortall man have attribute of Winifreds Husband, 'T shall be Sir Hugh, if it be debt to any'tis your due. A desperate debt, hopelesse of recovery. And as the test to your faire seeming love, whether it Noble Were or counterfeit, by its best vertue here I charge you Sir, To move no further questions at this time, for if you speake I will not answer you; you may in silence stay: Thus doe I turne setting the world a part, Here fixe mine eyes, and with mine eyes my heart.