Berkeley, William · published 1638 · first performed or written 1637 [1637-1638] (Annals) not in BritDrama unassigned nearest T14 Royal love, favour and dynastic relation · 515 words
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As with a Martyr, almost as much pleased with Knowledge what I dare to suffer for EUGENIO, As grieved with my affliction: Fortune in her Malice has given me yet a field to exercise My faith and love to him I do adore. Whilst you believe you have such cause to grieve, All comforts seem importunate; but yet Prince LYSICLES— But what? Forbear, I fear thy thoughts Are poisoned, which thou wouldst fain infuse To wound my constancy. Sure there is Magic in that mystic name, It could not else divide us from our reason: What Law, what faith can bind us to remove Love of ourselves, and reverence to our parents? You must forgive this; your EUGENIO, If he were here, must speak as I do now, Granting his love be great as his profession, For that must have reflection on your peace, Not bargaining for his own happiness With the price of the entire destruction Of yours: what is't you fear report? It will reproach your being obstinate, Or breach of faith: D''ee fear? The gods for you have made it not a fault, Proposing such an object as Prince LYSICLES. whoever had a misery like mine? All that are grieved have yet the liberty And ease of their complaints, or pitying friends, I am excluded both; for my misfortune Is masked with happiness, and if I grieve Such comforts as we give to those complain Of being too rich, have I smiles of contempt. If it be thus, retire into your reason, And for a time forget your passion. D'ye think that all the names of virtue shrink Into the sound of constancy? Must this Make you forget the debt that you do owe Unto your Father, friends, and to yourself; Their houses honour, and your happiness, Is LYSICLES less worthy than his Rival? No more, their virtues that exceeds all other men's, In them are equal. But yet their fortune is not. 'Tis confessed: nor never any man had juster claim Than he against her; rich in all virtues, That make men desired: her narrow hand Excludes him, unwonted to bestow Her treasure there where an excess of merit Would make her gifts but seem the pay of virtue, Not favours of her partial love. Oh you are welcome. Here behold a Rock That stands the shame of the impetuous winds, And the swollen Seas. Has there been any new storms since I went? O yes, and more endangering songs of Syrens: A flourishing Land proposed, on which I might Have shipwrecked with delight. I think I understand you. You must needs: It was Prince LYSICLES presented in his lustre, 'gainst whom I armed the virtues of my friend, And my own faith irresolute to whom The victory should yield: at last I left My heart, the prize, to both divided. To both divided? Yes, the Prince hath the adoration of my heart, EUGENIO the love. What Fires, what Seas must your EUGENIO pass, To make him worthy you? methinks I feel His soul sigh for a trial of his faith.
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As with a Martyr, almost as much pleas'd with Knowledge what I dare to suffer for EVGENIO, As griev'd with my affliction: Fortune in her Malice has given me yet a field to exercise My faith and love to him I doe adore. Whilst you beleeve you have such cause to grieve, All comforts seeme importunate; but yet Prince LYSICLES— But what? Forbeare, I feare thy thoughts Are poyson'd, which thou wouldst faine infuse To wound my constancy. Sure there is Magick in that mysticke name, It could not else divide us from our reason: What Law, what faith can binde us to remove Love of our selves, and reverence to our parents? You must forgive this; your EVGENIO, If he were here, must speake as J doe now, Granting his love be great as his profession, For that must have reflexion on your peace, Not bargaining for his owne happinesse With the price of the intire destruction Of yours: what ist you feare report? It will reproach your being obstinate, Or breach of faith: D'ee feare? The gods for you have made it not a fault, Proposing such an object as Prince LYSICLES. Who ever had a misery like mine? All that are griev'd have yet the liberty And ease of their complaints, or pittying friends, J am excluded both; for my misfortune Is masqu'd with happinesse, and if I grieve Such comforts as we give to those complaine Of being too rich, have I smiles of contempt. If it be thus, retire into your reason, And for a time forget your passion. D'ec thinke that all the names of vertue shrinke Into the sound of constancy? Must this Make you forget the debt that you doe owe Unto your Father, friends, and to your selfe; Their houses honour, and your happinesse, Is LYSICLES lesse worthy than his Rivall? No more, their vertues that exceedes all other mens, In them are equall. But yet their fortune is not. 'Tis confess'd: nor never any man had juster claime Than he against her; rich in all vertues, That make men desir'd: her narrow hand Excludes him, unwonted to bestow Her treasure there where an excesse of merit Would make her gifts but seeme the pay of vertue, Not favours of her partiall love. Oh you are welcome. Here behold a Rocke That stands the shame of the impetuous windes, And the swolne Seas. Has there beene any new stormes since I went? O yes, and more endangering songs of Syrens: A flourishing Land propos'd, on which I might Have shipwrackt with delight. I thinke I understand you. You must needs: It was Prince LYSICLES presented in his lustre, Gainst whom I arm'd the vertues of my friend, And my owne faith irresolute to whom The victory should yeeld: at last I left My heart, the prize, to both divided. To both divided? Yes, the Prince hath the adoration of my heart, EVGENIO the love. What Fires, what Seas must your EVGENIO passe, To make him worthy you? me thinkes I feele His soule sigh for a tryall of his faith.