Berkeley, William · published 1638 · first performed or written 1637 [1637-1638] (Annals) not in BritDrama unassigned nearest T1 Death, grief and revenge · 531 words
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He was: for leaving me oppressed with sighs And tears; yet not of sorrow and repentance, But fear that I should lose my dearest servant, Commands his cruel slaves to murder me As I descended: and lest pity should Create remorse in their obdurate hearts, The lights were all put out: then hastily My name was heard; I then entreated her That betrayed me, tell them I was coming, And took this time to write unto my Lord: She went, but by the way was ceased, And strangled by those murderers That expected me. My Uncle heard Her latest groans; and now the act was passed, His power to help, he wished it were undone: Brings lights to see the body, and perceived The strange mistake: by signs and lifted eyes Confessed heaven's hand was in't; yet would not leave His revenge here, commands his slaves to change My clothes with hers was slain; then takes the head off, And on the Trunk did leave a note, which told My death for loving LYSICLES, in hope my ruin: Knowing his noble nature would be his. At midnight quits this Town, leaving none behind Were conscious of the fact, immures me in his house Till I escaped in that disguise I wore, When I first came to you. Why did you not declare yourself when you came hither? You were the cause on't: at my arrival here, I heard my LYSICLES should marry you, And therefore kept the habit I was in, To search unknown the truth of this report, And practised in the private actions of some near friends, Got an opinion I could presage The future: thus was I sought by you, Thus found the faith of my dear LYSICLES, When at the Tomb I did appear his ghost, And had revealed myself, had not the shame Of doubting such a faith, kept my desires in. Then he dissembled when he made love to me? He did: forgive it him, 'twas for his friend. I am sorry for it. How my dear friend? Nay, it is true, EUGENIO and he are of such equal tempers, I shall suspect he has dissembled too. Oh you are pleasant; Here comes my Lord. Is there a wish beyond this happiness, When I embrace thee thus? I will not ask Thy Story now, it is enough to know That you are living. The gods have made this trial in my sufferings, If I deserved so great a blessing: I have but one grief left. Is that word yet not earth? Yes, but it springs from an excessive joy Of finding such admired worth in you. What I hereafter shall do in your service, Must wear the name of Gratitude, not Love. No my MILESIA, Mine was the first engagement, and the gods Made thee so excellent to keep on earth Love that was flying hence, finding no object Worthy to fix him here. No more EUGENIO, if your words could add Expressions to your love, you had not had So much of mine; and after I have tried Your faith so many ways, it would appear Ingratitude not modesty to show a Mistress coldness.
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He was: for leaving me oppress'd with sighes And teares; yet not of sorrow and repentance, But feare that I should lose my dearest servant, Commands his cruell slaves to murther me As I descended: and least pitty should Create remorse in their obdurate hearts, The lights were all put out: then hastily My name was heard; I then intreated her That betray'd me, tell them I was comming, And tooke this time to write unto my Lord: She went, but by the way was ceaz'd, And strangled by those murtherers That expected me. My Uncle heard Her latest groanes; and now the act was past, His power to helpe, he wisht it were undone: Brings lights to see the body, and perceiv'd The strange mistake: by signes and lifted eyes Confess'd Heavens hand was in't; yet would not leave His revenge here, commands his slaves to change My cloathes with hers was slaine; then takes the head off, And on the Trunke did leave a note, which told My death for loving LYSICLES, in hope my ruine: Knowing his noble nature would be his. At mid-night quits this Towne, leaving none behind Were conscious of the fact, immures me in his house Till I escapt in that disguise I wore, When I first came to you. Why did you not declare your selfe when you came hither? You were the cause on't: at my arrivall here, I heard my LYSICLES should marry you, And therefore kept the habite I was in, To search unknowne the truth of this report, And practiz'd in the private actions of some neere friends, Got an opinion I could presage The future: thus was I sought by you, Thus found the faith of my deare LYSICLES, When at the Tombe I did appeare his ghost, And had reveal'd my selfe, had not the shame Of doubting such a faith, kept my desires in. Then he dissembled when he made love to me? He did: forgive it him, 'twas for his friend. I am sorry for it. How my deare friend? Nay, it is true, EVGENIO and he are of such equall tempers, I shall suspect he has dissembled too. Oh you are pleasant; Here comes my Lord. Is there a wish beyond this happinesse, When I embrace thee thus? I will not aske Thy Story now, it is enough to know That you are living. The gods have made this tryall in my sufferings, If I deserv'd so great a blessing: I have but one griefe left. Is that word yet notearth? Yes, but it springs from an excessive joy Of finding such admired worth in you. What I hereafter shall doe in your service, Must weare the name of Gratitude, not Love. No my MILESIA, Mine was the first ingagement, and the gods Made thee so excellent to keepe on earth Love that was flying hence, finding no object Worthy to fixe him here. No more EVGENIO, if your words could adde Expressions to your love, you had not had So much of mine; and after I have tryed Your faith so many waies, it would appeare Ingratitude not modesty to shew a Mistresse coldnesse.