Shirley, James · published 1639 · first performed or written 1626 [licensed for stage, Feb 9] (Annals) tragedy · Queen Henrietta Maria's Men · Phoenix/Cockpit unassigned nearest T11 Siblings, kin and confidants · 493 words
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Madam I do wonder You can forget your honour, and reflect On such unworthiness, wherein hath Valasco Showed you less merit. Sir it becomes not me To weigh your worths, nor would I learn of you How to preserve my honour. Sister. Villandras. Then I must take my leave, for I am sent for, I am sorry for your fate, Madam I am expected By a father your virtue hath made me yours. Oh admirable physician! Sforza, there is no remedy, but by all honour do it, Sister, I am to wait on him, oh my poor girl my soul be with thee, for a my absence. You may walk sir. Antonio I must but now look on, you were Best take a course not to out live him. Sebastiano, I know not with what soul I draw my sword against thee Antonio I am driven in a storm To split myself on thee, if not, any curse— We must on sir. Rare man of art Sharkino. Guard thee Count. Treacherous Sforza, hast thou brought us hither, to be stroke dead? Hold Gentlemen, give me audience. What's the matter my Lord. 'tis so, I had forgot myself, This is my ague day. How? Yes a sextile ague, look you, do you not see me shake, admirable Doctor, it will be as much as my life is worth if I should fight a stroke. Hell on such baseness, we'll engage no more; Let our swords try it out. Sebastiano hold, thart not so ill be friended, Exchange a person, i'll leap the battlement. With all my heart, I am sorry it happens so unfortunately, oh rare physician! Good cousin grant it. What faies . I conjure you by all honour. It is granted; He shall nor go. meet him my Lord, you will become his place of a Spectator best. Sebastiano brother. Antonio, hear me. Guard thee Valasco then. O brother spare him for my sake. Sebastiano every wound thou givest him, Draws blood from me. Sebastiano, remember he's thy friend. Antonio 'tis my brother, with whose blood Thou diest thy sword. When thou liv'st again shalt be more honourable Sebastiano do you observe the advantage, Yet think upon't. It is not in my power. I value not the odds. Hold, Antonio, is this thy love to me, it is not noble. So thy death makes the scale even. Antonio hold, Berinthia dies. Sebastiano, Castabella sinks for sorrow, murder, help I will leap down. Where art Berinthia, let me breathe my last upon thy lip, make haste, lest I die else. Antonio before thou diest cut off my hand, art wounded mortally? To die by thee is more than death, Sforza be honest, But love thy sister for me, I me past hope, Thou hast undone another in my death. Antonio stay oh cruel brother. Berinthia thy lip farewell, and friend, and all the world. The gate is open, I am sworn to render.
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Madam I doe wonder You can forget your honour, and reslect On such unworthinesse, wherein hath Valasco Shewed you lesse merit. Sir it becomes not me To weigh your worths, nor would I learne of you How to preserve my honour. Sister. Villandra . Then J must take my leave, for I am sent for, I am sorry for your fate, Madam I am exepected By a father your vertue hath made me yours. Oh admirable phisitian Sfor , there is no remedie, but by all honour doe it, Sister, I am to waite on him, oh my poore girle be with thee, for a my absence. You may w lke sir. A onio I must but now looke on, you were Bes take to out live him. , I know not with what soule draw my sword against thee An onio I am driven in a storme To my selfe on thee, if not, any curse— We must on sir. Rare man of art Sharkino. Guard thee Count. Treacherous Sfor a, hast thou brought us hither, to be stroke dead? Hold Gentlemen, give me audience. Whats the matter my Lord. I had forgot my selfe, This is my ague day. How? Yes a sextile ague, looke you, doe you not see me shake, Doctor, it will be as much as my life is worth if should fight a stroke. Hell on such basenesse, v cele engage no more; Let our words try it out. Sebast o hold, thart not so ill be friended, Exchange a person, ile leape the battlement. Withall my heart, I am sorry it happens so for nately, oh rare phis tian! Good cozen grant it. What faies . I conjure you by all honour. It is granted; He shall nor goe. Mee e him my Lord, you will become his place of a Spectator best. Sebastiano brother. Antonio, here me. Guard thee Valasco then. O brother spare him for my sake. Sebastiano every wound thou givest him, Drawes blood from me. Sebastiano, remember hees thy friend. Antonio tis my brother, with whose blood Thou dyest thy sword. When thou liv'st againe shalt be more honorable Sebastiano doe you observe the advantage, Yet thinke upon't. It is not in my power. I value not the odds. Hold, Antonio, is this thy love to me, it is not noble. So thy death makes the scale even. Antonio hold, Berinthia dyes. Sebastiano, Castabella sinkes for sorrow, murder, helpe I will leape downe. Where art Berinthia, let me breath my last upon thy lip, make haste, least I die else. Antonio before tho dyest cut off my hand, art wounded mortally? To die by thee is more then death, Sforza be honest, But love thy sister for me, I me past hope, Thou hast undone another in my death. Antonio stay oh cruell brother▪ Berinthia thy lip farewell, and friend, and all the world. The gate is open, I am sworne to render.