Berkeley, William · published 1638 · first performed or written 1637 [1637-1638] (Annals) not in BritDrama unassigned nearest T1 Death, grief and revenge · 495 words
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Must that be argument of cruelty, Which should be cause of pity? And will you Assume the Patronage of envious Fortune By adding torments unto her affliction? Must I be miserable in losing you, Because the gods thought me unworthy her? Did I so easily digest her death, That I want pity, and am thought unworthy Of all succeeding love? Witness my loss of joys, if sorrow could Have killed me, I had not lived to show you mercy. Protect me Virtue, Pardon me my Lord, I know your griefs How great and just they are, and only meant By mentioning MILESIA, to confess How much unworthy I am to succeed her In your affection, which though you bent As low as I durst raise myself to reach, 'T were now impiety for me to grasp, I being no more my own disposer. Ha, what Fate hath ta'en you from yourself: The Lord ERGASTO'S importunity, Whom though at first no inclination Of mine made me affect his vows, Hath vanished my determination, I finding nothing in myself deserving The constancy of his affection to me, Besides my Fathers often urging me To make my choice obeying his commands, And threatning misery, if I declined the least, Knowing his violent nature, I consented To a contract twixt me and the Lord ENGASTO. Oh the prophecies of my unjust fears how true My heart foretold you! Madam, it cannot be you should affect One that hath no desert, but what you give, By making him a part of you, my hopes Though always blasted, could not apprehend A fear from him: I should be happy yet, If any worthy love shadowed my shame Of being refused by you. Give not my want of power to serve your Grace, The cruel Title of refusing you. Your merits are so great, you may affire yourself of all you can desire that's possible To grant, whom thousand worthier than myself Would kneel to. By my life, if my Faith were not given, I would Here offer up myself to be disposed by you. Though no ambitious pride could flatter me, You could descend to raise me to your height. Must this be added to my former griefs? That in the instant you profess to pity What I must suffer in your loss; your virtue, For which I admire you, must exclude My hopes of ever changing your resolves: Yet let my vows gain thus much of you, That for a Month you will not marry him; I know your Father will not force you to't, For he not knowing what hath passed between you, Consented to this visit. By all things holy this I swear to do, Though violent Diseases should enclose me Till the Priest joined our hands; yet if you please Let not my Father know, but he's the cause, I dare not look upon the mighty blessing Your love doth promise. May I not know the reason?
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Must that be argument of cruelty, Which should be cause of pitty? And will you Assume the Patronage of envious Fortune By adding torments unto her affliction? Must I be miserable in loosing you, Because the gods thought me unworthy her? Did I so easily digest her death, That I want pitty, and am thought unworthy Of all succeeding love? Witnesse my losse of joyes, if sorrow could Have kill'd me, I had not liv'd to shew you mercy. Protect me Vertue, Pardon me my Lord, I know your griefes How great and just they are, and onely meant By mentioning MILESIA, to confesse How much unworthy I am to succeed her In your affection, which though you bent As low as I durst raise my selfe to reach, 'T were now impiety for me to graspe, I being no more my owne disposer. Ha, what Fate hath ta'ne you from your selfe: The Lord ERGASTO'S importunitie, Whom though at first no inclination Of mine made me affect his vowes, Hath vanisht my determination, I finding nothing in my selfe deserving The constancy of his affection to me, Besides my Fathers often urging me To make my choice obeying his commands, And threatning misery, if I declin'd the least, Knowing his violent nature, I consented To a contract 'twixt me and the Lord ENGASTO. Oh the prophesies of my unjust feares how true My heart fore-told you! Madam, it cannot be you should affect One that hath no desert, but what you give, By making him a part of you, my hopes Though alwaies blasted, could not apprehend A feare from him: I should be happy yet, If any worthy love shadowed my shame Of being refus'd by you. Give not my want of power to serve your Grace, The cruell Title of refusing you. Your merits are so great, you may affire Your selfe of all you can desire that's possible To grant, whom thousand worthier than my selfe Would kneelc to. By my life, if my Faith were not given, I would Here offer up my selfe to be dispos'd by you. Though no ambitious pride could flatter me, You could descend to raise me to your height. Must this be added to my former griefes? That in the instant you professe to pittie What I must suffer in your losse; your vertue, For which I admire you, must exclude My hopes of ever changing your r solves: Yet let my vowes gaine thus much of you, That for a Month you will not marry him; I know your Father will not force you to't, For he not knowing what hath pass'd betweene you, Consented to this visit. By all things holy this I sweare to doe, Though violent Diseases should enclose me Till the Priest joyn'd our hands; yet if you please Let not my Father know, but he's the cause, I dare not looke upon the mightie blessing Your love doth promise. May I not know the reason?