Berkeley, William · published 1638 · first performed or written 1637 [1637-1638] (Annals) not in BritDrama unassigned nearest T1 Death, grief and revenge · 474 words
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Till I have farther means, thank you; receive this ring. But Madam, what did your poor Hermione deserve, That you should hide yourself from her? Or are you the Milesia that were pleased To call me friend? or is she buried By Pallas Temple? truly belief and memory Opposing sense, makes doubt which to credit: I wept you dead, the Virgins did entomb you: Were we then or no deceived? My fair dear friend, you shall know all my story. 'tis true, my Uncle did design my death For loving Lysicles, for at his coming hither He charged me by all ties that were between us, To hate him as the ruin of his honour, And yet for some dark ends I understood not, Resolved to leave me here. I swore obedience, But knew not what offence it was to keep An oath so made, till I had seen the Lysicles, Which at your house I did; when he came wounded From hunting of the Boar, all but his name Appeared most godlike to me; you all did run To stop his wounds, and I thought I might see My enemy's blood; yet soon did pity cease me To see him bleed: thus, love taking the shape Of pity, glided unseen of me into my heart, And whilst I thought myself but charitable, I nursed my infant love with milk of pity Till he grew strong enough to take me prisoner. I found his eyes on mine, and ere I could Remove them, heard him say, he'd thank his fortune For this last wound: if 'twere the cause Of seeing me; then took his leave, But left me speechless that I could not say, My heart farewell: after this visit our loves Grew to that height that you have heard of. The Groves, and Temples, and dark shade have heard Them mourned, and celebrated by your friend. I had a servant unsuspected of me, For none I trusted that observed our meetings, And guessing by my sighs that love had made them, Betrayed them to my Uncle; on PALLAS Eve He rushed into my Chamber, his sword drawn, And snatched me by the arm: I fell down, But knowing yet no fault, could beg no pardon. A while our eyes did only speak our thoughts; At length out of his bosom he pulled out A paper, 'twas the contract twixt my Lord and me: And asked me if I would avow the hand. Heaven said I, has approved it, and the gods Have chose this way to reunite our houses; Stain of thy kindred's honour, he exclaims: Was there no other man to ease your lust But he that was our greatest enemy. Resolve to die, thy blood shall hide the stains Of our dishonour. He could not be so cruel to intend it.
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Till I have farther meanes, thanke you; receive this ring. But Madam, what did your poore Hermione deserve, That you should hide your selfe from her? Or are you the Milesia that were pleas'd To call me friend? or is she buried By Pallas Temple? truely beleefe and memory Opposing sence, makes doubt which to credit: I wept you dead, the Virgins did intombe you: Were we then or no deceiv'd? My faire deare friend, you shall know all my story. Tis true, my Uncle did designe my death For loving Lysicles, for at his comming hither He charg'd me by all ties that were betweene us, To hate him as the ruine of his honour, And yet for some darke ends I understood not, Resolv'd to leave me here. I swore obedience, But knew not what offence it was to keepe An oath so made, till I had seene the Lysicles, Which at your house I did; when he came wounded From hunting of the Boare, all but his name Appear'd most god-like to me; you all did runne To stoppe his wounds, and I thought I might see My enemies bloud; yet soone did pitty ceaze me To see him bleed: thus, love taking the shape Of pitty, glided unseene of me into my heart, And whilst I thought my selfe but charitable, I nurst my infant love with milke of pitty Till he grew strong enough to take me prisoner. I found his eyes on mine, and ere I could Remove them, heard him say, he'de thanke his fortune For this last wound: if'twere the cause Of seeing me; then tooke his leave, But left me speechlesse that I could not say, My heart farewell: after this visite our loves Grew to that height that you have heard of. The Groves, and Temples, and darke shade have heard Them mourned, and celebrated by your friend. I had a servant unsuspected of me, For none I trusted that observ'd our meetings, And ghessing by my sighes that love had made them, Betray'd them to my Uncle; on PALLAS Eve He rusht into my Chamber, his sword drawne, And snacht me by the arme: I fell downe, But knowing yet no fault, could begge no pardon. A while our eyes did onely speake our thoughts; At length out of his bosome he pull'd out A paper, 'twas the contract 'twixt my Lord and me: And ask't me if I would avow the hand. Heaven said I, has approv'd it, and the gods Have chose this way to re-unite our houses; Staine of thy kindreds honour, he exclaimes: Was there no other man to ease your lust But he that was our greatest enemy. Resolve to dye, thy bloud shall hide the staines Of our dishonour. He could not be so cruell to intend it.