Glapthorne, Henry · published 1639 · first performed or written 1634 [1634-1639] [incorrect] (Annals) not in BritDrama · Globe unassigned nearest T38 Death, parting and grief at court · 520 words
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Ha, my Page! his death Was but due justice for his breach of duty, For thus disturbing of my rest. My Lord, Your hands are purpled so in innocent blood, Tears cannot wash the tincture of: myself Am as deep guilty as you in the slaughter Of Isabella, she was innocent, The Jewel I accused her of, this morning, Grief to my soul, I've found, pray heaven, repentance May expiate our offences. I begin To feel strange horrors here, my Marble soul, Does strive to sweat itself into a tear, At thought of these sad accidents. Noble Friends, You're opportunely welcome, I was oppressed With sudden melancholy, but your loved presence Expels all thought of it, and I'm grown As full of sprightly mirth, as when my hopes Aim at a glorious victory. Mighty Duke, According to my duty, I am come Here to present you with the keys of Egers, My place of Government, and with them my life, To do you service. noble Gordon, you do so much endear me by your love, I have no possibility to requite Your overflow of Courtesies, have you not Received new intelligence of business, Which does concern me. New temptations Sir Against your precious life, 'tis to be feared, Lest seeing we do slack so in performance Of what we've promised, he'll employ new agents To attempt your ruin, and should treason, As 'tis a subtle serpent, stings unseen Sir, Invade your life: to what a dire misfortune Were we, whose lives have upon your dependence, Betrayed, and therefore good my Lord beware, Lest your own courage, which contemns all dangers, Do undo you. Never fear; how far Is't hence to Egers. Some three hours' easy march. Set forward thither; It were in vain my enemy's swords to fear, When I do carry sharper poniards here. Vexed with so many cares, so many mischiefs, That do like Hidra's dreadful heads increase, By cutting off, as billows follow billows, Succeed each other with that eager violence, Our weary Eagles know not where to perch, But flag their sickly wings: were't not irreligious, I should capitulate with the powers divine, And tax them of injustice; my whole reign Has been a long and one continued trouble; And if blessed peace with her fair beams did e'er Shine on our Empire, 'twas but like a fair Deceitful wind, courting the ships out of the harbour, Into the main to drown them: but the mother Of a more horrid warfare, that I fear as I found the Wreath Imperial drowned in blood, So I in blood must leave it. Have good hope Sir, Tides then approach their full height, when their ebb Has been at lowest; the most hideous tempests, Which seemed to threat the ruin of the world, Bing ushered in by thunder and hot lightning, Are soonest passed, there's nothing violent Can boast of perpetuity; our fortunes Are not so desperate, as our fears present them: We've hands and hearts left yet, that dare oppose The inhuman Traitor, and our causes justice Assures us, if we cannot live victorious, We shall die nobly.
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Ha, my Page! his death Was but due justice for his breach of duty, For thus disturbing of my rest. My Lord, Your hands are purpled so in innocent blood, Teares cannot wash the tincture of: my selfe Am as deepe guilty as you in the slaughter Of Isabella, she was innocent, The Jewell I accus'd her of, this morning, Griefe to my soule, I've found, pray heaven, repentance May expiate our offences. I begin To feele strange horrors here, my Marble soule, Does strive to sweat it selfe into a teare, At thought of these sad accidents. Noble Friends, You'r opportunely welcome, I was opprest With sudden melancholy, but your lov'd presence Expells all thought of it, and I'm growne As full of sprightly mirth, as when my hopes Aime at a glorious victory. Mighty Duke, According to my duty, I am come Here to present you with the keyes of Egers, My place of Government, and with them my life, To doe you service. noble Gordon, you doe so much indeare mee by your love, I have no possibility to requite Your overflow of Curtesies, have you not Receiv'd new intelligence of businesse, Which does concerne me. New temptations Sir Against your precious life, 'tis to be fear'd, Lest seeing we doe slacke so in performance Of what we've promis'd, he'l imploy new agents To attempt your ruine, and should treason, As 'tis a subtle serpent, stings unseen Sir, Invade your life: to what a dire misfortune Were we, whose lives have upon your dependance, Betray'd, and therefore good my Lord beware, Lest your owne courage, which contemns all dangers, Doe undoe you. Never feare; how farre Is't hence to Egers. Some three houres easie march. Set forward thither; It were in vaine my enemies swords to feare, When I doe carry sharper poniards here. Vext with so many cares, so many mischiefs, That doe like Hidra's dreadfull heads increase, By cutting off, as billowes follow billowes, Succeed each other with that eager violence, Our weary Eagles know not where to perch, But flag their sickly wings: wer't not irreligious, I should capitulate with the powers divine, And tax them of injustice; my whole raigne Has been a long and one continued trouble; And if blest peace with her faire beames did e're Shine on our Empire, 'twas but like a faire Deceitfull wind, courting the ships out of the harbor, Into the maine to drowne them: but the mother Of a more horrid warfare, that I feare as I found the Wreathe Imperiall drown'd in blood, So I in blood must leave it. Have good hope Sir, Tides then approach their full height, when their ebbe Has been at lowest; the most hideous tempests, Which seem'd to threat the ruine of the world, Bing usher'd in by thunder and hot lightning, Are soonest past, there's nothing violent Can boast of perpetuity; our fortunes Are not so desperate, as our feares present them: We've hands and hearts left yet, that dare oppose The inhumane Traytor, and our causes justice Assures us, if we cannot live victorious, We shall dye nobly.