Randolph, Thomas · published 1638 · first performed or written 1630 [licensed for stage, Nov 26] (Annals) pastoral · King's Revels Company · before the Court unassigned nearest T1 Death, grief and revenge · 490 words
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Would I had met this morning Infectious vapours nursing plagues, not thee; No curse but that had power to ruin me! No other blessing hath preserved me. What should this mean, my Damon? how have I Displeased you, sweet? heaven knows it is my prayer More than for heaven, to please you. O my torture! Fly hence as far as hell, and hide thy head Lower than darkness; would thou hadst been acting▪ Incest or murder, when thou cam'st to pray: Thou hadst in any thing sinned less than this: Unseasonable devotion! Can it be A sin to pray for Damon? Thou hadst blessed me Hadst thou sat all this while in some dark cell Loading my head with curses. Innocence Let me not understand you. I'll not stand To her award, she is a partial judge, And will decree unjustly. How, to Damon? To him she loves so dearly? That's the reason; She does confess, Alexis, that she loves me, That's argument enough against haet. Ceres, these obscure passions move me. I'll instruct you, Take here the paper, pen and ink. Why yet sir I know no more. You are to pass your censure, Being the first Nymph that we have met this morning, Which of us two must have the fair Laurinda. Write your award; our mutual oaths do bind us Not to deny't. 'Tis a mere plot contrived Betwixt this cursed Nymph, and you▪ Alexis. Damon you wrong us both. Where did you steal This Garland? it was mine. For that I love it, Because it once was thine. For that I hate it, 'Cause it is thine, had it been true to me▪ Me thinks as soon as it had touched thy head It should have withered. So it would have done Had it not first touched yours. Laurinda gave me This Garland, but ne'er told me of this accident. Alexis, you deal false, 'tis a conspiracy 'Twixt you and her. How can it? you know, Damon, I have not been one minute from your presence. You took your time while I was sleeping. Neither, Nor I nor you could sleep one wink this night, The expectation of this morning trial Did keep us both awake. I do not know, But there is some trick in't, and I'll appeal From her too partial se●…ence. I'll the while go fetch Laurinda, she shall force you stand Unto her trial. Damon, thy harsh language is more than death Unto me. I do charge you to tear the paper, And refuse to judge between us. No, I am resolved to write what I determine. Now thou hast indeed a time wherein thou mayst Revenge my scorn. Take it, but I'll prevent thee. Welcome death! From him all things are so. Damon, fly hence, Thou hast shed blood here in the Sacred Valley, Make haste away or thou art lost for ever. Thy counsel's good, no matter whose the guilt.
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Would I had met this morning Infectious vapors nursing plagues, not thee; No curse but that had power to ruin mee! No other blessing hath preserved mee. What should this mean, my Damon? how have I Displeas'd you, sweet? heaven knowes it is my praier More then for heaven, to please you. O my torture! Fly hence as farre as hell, and hide thy head Lower then darknesse; would thou had'st been acting▪ Incest or murder, when thou cam'st to pray: Thou hadst in any thing sinn'd lesse then this: Vnseasonable devotion! Can it be A sin to pray for Damon? Thou had'st blest mee Had'st thou sate all this while in some dark cell Loading my head with curses. Innocence Let me not understand you. I'le not stand To her award, she is a partiall judge, And will decree unjustly. How, to Damon? To him she loves so deerely? That's the reason; Shee does confesse, Alexis, that she loves me, That's argument enough against het. Ceres, these obscure passions move me. I'le instruct you, Take here the paper, pen and inke. Why yet sir I know no more. You are to passe your censure, Being the first Nymph that we have met this morning, Which of us two must have the faire Laurinda. Write your award; our mutuall oathes doe bind us Not to deny't. 'Tis a meere plot contriv'd Betwixt this cursed Nymph, and you▪ Alexis. Damon you wrong us both. Where did you steale This Garland? it was mine. For that I love it, Because it once was thine. For that I hate it, Cause it is thine, had it been true to mee▪ Me thinkes as soone as it had toucht thy head It should have withered. So it would have done Had it not first touch't yours. Laurinda gave me This Garland, but nere told me of this accident. Alexis, you deale false, 'tis a conspiracy 'Twixt you and her. How can it? you know, Damon, I have not beene one minute from your presence. You tooke your time while I was sleeping. Neither, Nor I nor you could sleepe one winke this night, The expectation of this morning tryall Did keepe us both awake. I doe not know, But there is some trick in't, and I'le appeale From her too partiall seence. I'le the while goe fetch Laurinda, shee shall force you stand Vnto her tryall. Damon, thy harsh language is more then death Vnto me. I doe charge you to teare the paper, And refuse to judge between us. No, I am resolv'd to write what I determine. Now thou hast indeed a time wherein thou maist Revenge my scorne. Take it, but I'le prevent thee. Welcome death! From him all things are so. Damon, fly hence, Thou hast shed bloud here in the Sacred Valley, Make hast away or thou art lost for ever. Thy counsell's good, no matter whose the guilt.