Berkeley, William · published 1638 · first performed or written 1637 [1637-1638] (Annals) not in BritDrama unassigned nearest T38 Death, parting and grief at court · 480 words
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I want a perspective for this dark Mystery; And but your knowledge doth dissolve my doubts; 'twould seem a Riddle, that a Gentleman Of his known valour, reputation, Should strive to lose both for some secret end, I cannot yet arrive too. Sir, you know Revenge doth master all our passions, That are not servants to her rage. But how unfriended, banished the reproach Of Traitor fixed upon him, he could find The way unto't more easy, I am ignorant. This story will resolve you, to this Court he comes, Is brought to th'King, then with a modest freedom Relates his sufferings, hopes that same hath taught His story ere his coming, else he should Continue miserable, as believed, Both by his friends and enemies a Traitor: Delivers that he sought protection From him, because none else could vindicate His innocence, which many mothers here Saith, he hath wept that day when fortune Consulted Eat, who should be Conqueror: You brave Lords (saith he) that were present, did my sword Parley? did you receive wounds on condition? Were these by compact? all my blood is lost Since 'tis discredited, what before was spent, Ran in my name and made that live: but now Great King, you only repeal my honour's fall, By giving death unto your enemy. Our Prince resents his fate, confirms him his By a large pension, and too soon entrusts With all his secrets, gives him means to view His forts, which he designes, and learns the strength Of each particular province, and informed Of all, makes his escape, and is received. Of the SPARTANA King with all remonstrances Of love, and confessed service; but before He parted, did that horrid act which LYSICLES must die for. Indeed this story doth not much concern Him, if I mistake not. At his arrival here, he left his Niece With this design, that when his plots were ripe, Without suspect he might come to the borders: Hither he comes, and at his entrance, is By a base traitorous Servant certified, Of the great love twixt her and LYSICLES, The compact of their vows, with divers Letters The Lovers had exchanged: he storms and cries, If thou dost love young LYSICLES, my hate Shall strike thee dead, thy hand plucked back my honour When it was mounting, be constant, and this hand Shall by her death give thee a lingering one, And my revenge in thy own house begin. Then with a barbarous unheard of cruelty Murders his Niece, and the same instant flies: Fame had the next Sun blown this through the City, His house was searched, the trunk of the dead Lady Found in the Hall, the head he carried with him, In honour of his cruelty. Sure he was mad. I would say so too, but that I would not make Him less guilty of this inhumanity.
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I want a perspective for this darke Mystery; And but your knowledge doth dissolve my doubts; T would seeme a Riddle, that a Gentleman Of his knowne valour, reputation, Should strive to lose both for some secret end, I cannot yet arrive too. Sir, you know Revenge doth master all our passions, That are not servants to her rage. But how unfriended, banisht the reproach Of Traytor fixt upon him, he could find The way unto't more easie, I am ignorant. This story will resolve you, to this Court he comes, Is brought to th'King, then with a modest freedome Relates his suffrings, hopes that same hath taught His story ere his comming, else he should Continue miserable, as beleev'd, Both by his friends and enemies a Traytor: Delivers that he sought protection From him, because none else could vindicate His innocence, which many mothers here Saith, he hath wept that day when fortune Consulted Eate, who should be Conqueror: You brave Lords (saith he) that were present, did my sword Parley? did you receive wounds on condition? Were these by compact? all my bloud is lost Since tis discredited, what before was spent, Ran in my name and made that live: but now Great King, you onely repeale my honors fall, By giving death unto your enemy. Our Prince resents his fate, confirmes him his By a large pension, and too soone intrusts With all his secrets, gives him meanes to view His forts, which he designes, and learnes the strength Of each particular province, and inform'd Of all, makes his escape, and is received. Of the SPARTANA King with all remonstrances Of love, and confess'd service; but before He parted, did that horrid act which LYSICLES must dye for. Indeed this story doth not much concerne Him, if I mistake not. At his arrivall here, he left his Neece With this designe, that when his plots were ripe, Without suspect he might come to the borders: Hither he comes, and at his entrance, is By a base trayterous Servant certified, Of the great love 'twixt her and LYSICLES, The compact of their vowes, with divers Letters The Lovers had exchang'd: he stormes and cries, If thou dost love young LYSICLES, my hate Shall strike thee dead, thy hand pluckt backe my honor When it was mounting, be constant, and this hand Shall by her death give thee a lingring one, And my revenge in thy owne house begin. Then with a barbarous unheard of cruelty Murthers his Neece, and the same instant flies: Fame had the next Sun blowne this through the City, His house was searcht, the trunke of the dead Lady Found in the Hall, the head he carried with him, In honor of his cruelty. Sure he was mad. I would say so too, but that I would not make Him lesse guilty of this inhumanity.