Berkeley, William · published 1638 · first performed or written 1637 [1637-1638] (Annals) not in BritDrama unassigned nearest T34 Thebes and royal catastrophe: siege, sla · 489 words
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SIr, I hope Lord LYSICLES is not yet retired. No Sir, he commanded immediate notice Should be given of your coming. I fear my stay at the castle, hath made my Duty seem unmannerly, but till this minute I had not My dispatches from the Governor. Let it not trouble you, he never shuts his eyes Till all this other World opens theirs, nor does he Sleep then, but with distracted thoughts Labours his fancy, to present him objects that may Advance his grief. What may the monstrous cause be? 'T was monstrous indeed, he lost his Mistress, Barbarously murdered by her perfidious Uncle: Her Urn is in CIRRHA, which my Lord nightly Visits and presents it, all his contracted Sighs of the fled day; but at his parting Reassumeth more, by thinking she is not: to Whose dear memory his tears and griefs are Offered, he's now alone, and the religious awe Which makes our Priests retire, before they Do adore the incensed powers, is seen in him, Who never dares approach her honoured tomb, Till a just contemplation of his loss, hath Made his sorrow eloquent. See he comes, if when he parts your haste will Licence you, I will relate the story of his Unequalled sufferings. Do you depart tonight? This hour my Lord. I will not wrong you to entreat your care in suddenly Delivering these small packets, but lest you Should believe they are merely ceremonious, And so bear any date, I now inform you, I am concerned in nothing nearer, my griefs excepted. I wish your Lordship's happiness. First, wish me a captivity, for as I am i'th' instant, if heaven should pour his blessings On me, their quality would alter. Sir, good night. Sir, you are sad. He has no heart to joy that can be otherwise, That sees this glorious youth groan under his harsh fate. What a sad accent had each word he uttered? I could not mark them much, but his whole Frame is of such making, as if despair had been the Architect, We may wish, not hope a long life in him. Sir, will you now take horse? I should, had you not promised the original of This misfortune, and trust me 'tis a bold Curiosity, that makes me search into it, for if The silent presentation hath struck amazement In me, how shall I guard my heart, when sad Disasters violence my passions. Thus then in short, These noble Kingdoms THESSALY and SPARTA, Have from the time, two Kings commanded all, Under both Titles, still been emulous, And jealous of th'advantages which each, Suspected might be in the adverse party: This caused a lasting war, but the fierce storm Threatened not till the reign of these two Kings, Both crowned young, both of an equal age, Both having all the passions of their subjects, Their fears excepted: the Ambassadors That should congratulate the new made Kings,
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SIr, I hope Lord LYSICLES is not yet retir'd. No Sir, he commanded immediate notice Should be given of your comming. I feare my stay at the Castlle, hath made my Duty seeme unmannerly, but till this minute I had not My dispatches from the Governour. Let it not trouble you, he never shuts his eies Till all this other World opens theirs, nor does he Sleepe then, but with distracted thoughts Labours his fancy, to present him objects that may Advance his griefe. What may the monstrous cause be? 'T was monstrous indeede, he lost his Mistris, Barbarously murdered by her perfidious Uncle: Her Urne is in CIRRHA, which my Lord nightly Visits and presents it, all his contracted Sighes of the fled day; but at his parting Reassumeth more, by thinking she is not: to Whose deare memory his teares and griefes are Offered, he's now alone, and the religious awe Which makes our Priests retire, before they Doe adore the incensed powers, is seene in him, Who never dares approach her honored tombe, Till a just contemplation of his losse, hath Made his sorrow eloquent. See he comes, if when he parts your hast will License you, I will relate the story of his Unequal'd suffrings. Doe you depart to night? This houre my Lord. I will not wrong you to intreate your care in suddainly Delivering these small packets, but least you Should beleeve they are meerely ceremonious, And so beare any date, I now informe you, I am concern'd in nothing neerer, my griefes excepted. I wish your Lordships happinesse. First, wish me a captivity, for as I am Ith'instant, if heaven should powre his blessings On me, their quality would alter. Sir, good night. Sir, you are sad. He has no heart to joy that can be otherwise, That sees this glorious youth greane under his harsh fate. What a sad accent had each word he uttred? I could not marke them much, but his whole Frame is of such making, as if dispaire had bin the Architect, We may wish, not hope a long life in him. Sir, will you now take horse? I should, had you not promis'd the originall of This misfortune, and trust me 'tis a bold Curiosity, that makes me search into it, for if The silent presentation hath strooke amazement In me, how shall I guard my heart, when sad Disasters violence my passions. Thus then in short, These noble Kingdomes THESSALY and SPARTA, Have from the time, two Kings commanded all, Under both Titles, still bin emulous, And jealous of th'advantages which each, Suspected might be in the adverse party: This caus'd a lasting warre, but the fierce storme Threatned not till the raigne of these two Kings, Both crowned yong, both of an equall age, Both having all the passions of their subjects, Their feares excepted: the Embassadors That should congratulate the new made Kings,