Dekker, Thomas / Middleton, Thomas · published 1639 · first performed or written 1639 [c.1617-1639] (Annals) tragedy · Queen Anne's Men (?) unassigned nearest T38 Death, parting and grief at court · 499 words
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Not only shall we quit thy soul's offence But give thy happy labour recompense. The miserable Queen expecting still The infant's succour from Lapirus' hand Who wants himself; it chanced through extreme want The youngest died, and this so near his end That had not Shepherds happily passed by And on the Babe cast a compassionate eye, And snatched the child out of the arms of death Where the sad mother left it, the same hour Had been his grave that gives his life new power. Thus the distressed Queen to them unknown Was as a Nurse received unto her own. Whose sight Lapirus missing, having led The King her husband to this hapless place, They all depart in extreme height of grief To get unto their own sad wants relief. This is the farther Lodge, the place of meeting; The hour scarce come yet— well— I was not borne to this, There's not a hair to choose betwixt me and a Pander in this case, shift it off as well as I can: I do envy this fellow's happiness now; and could cut his throat at pleasure: I could e'en gnaw feathers now to think of his downy felicity. I that could never aspire above a dairy wench, the very cream of my fortunes; that he should bathe in Nectar, and I most unfortunate in Buttermilk, this is good dealing now, is't? I'll have some other, for he must not live. Who's this? my Lord Mazeres discontent! H' has been to seek me twice, and privately, I wonder at the business; I'm no Statesman; If I be, 'tis more than I know; I protest therefore I dare not call it in question; what should he make with me? I'll discover myself to him— if th' other come in the mean time so I may be caught bravely, yet 'tis scarce the hour, I'll put it to the trial. Roxano in my judgement had been fittest, And farthest from suspect of such a deed Because he keeps in the Castle. My loved Lord. Roxano! The same my Lord. I was to seek thee twice; Tell me Roxano, have I any power in thee? do I move there, Or any part of me flow in thy blood? As far as life my Lord. As far as love man, I ask no further. Touch me then my Lord, and try my mettle. First there's gold for thee, After which follow favour, eminence, And all those gifts which fortune calls her own. Well my Lord. There's one Tymethes son to the banished King, Lives about Court, Zenarchus gives him grace, That fellow's my disease, I thrive not with him, He's like a prison chain shook in my ears I take no sleep for him, his favours mad me. My honours and my dignities are dreams When I behold him; That right arm can ease me, I will not boast my bounties, but for ever Live rich and happy: thou art wise farewell.
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Not onely shall we quit thy soules offencē But give thy happy labour recompence. The miserable Queene expecting still The Infants succour from Lapirus hand Who wants himselfe; it chanc'd through extreame want The youngest dyed, and this so neere his end That had not Shepheards happily passed by And on the Babe cast a compassionate eye, And snatch't the child out of the armes of death Where the sad mother left it, the same houre Had beene his grave that gives his life new power. Thus the distressed Queene to them unknowne Was as a Nurse receiv'd unto her owne. Whose sight Lapirus missing▪ having led The King her husband to this haplesse place, They all depart in extreame height of griefe To get unto their owne sad wants releefe. This is the farther Lodge, the place of meeting; The houre scarce come yet—well— I was not borne to this, There's not a hayre to chuse betwixt me and a Pander in this case, shift it off as well as I can: I doe envie this fellowes happinesse now; and could cut his throate at pleasure: I could ene gnaw feathers now to thinke of his downie felicity. I that could never aspire above a dayrie wench, the very creame of my fortunes; that he should bathe in Nectar, and I most unfortunate in Buttermilke, this is good dealing now, is't? Ile have some other, for he must not live. Who's this? my Lord Mazeres discontent▪ H' has beene to seeke me twice, and privately, I wonder at the businesse; I'me no Statesman; If I be, tis more than I know; I protest therefore I dare not call it in question; what should he makē with me? Ile discover my selfe to him—if th' othēr come in the mēane time so I may be caught bravely, yet tis scarce the houre, Ile put it to the tryall. Roxano in my judgement had bēene fittest, And farthest from suspect of such a deed Because he keepes in the Castle. My lov'd Lord. Roxano! The same my Lord. I was to seeke thee twice; Tell me Roxano, have I any power in thee? doē I move there, Or any part of me flow in thy blood? As far as life my Lord. As far as love man, I aske no further. Touch me then my Lord, and try my mettle. First there's gold for thee, After which follow favour, eminence, And all those gifts which fortune calls her owne. Well my Lord. There's one Tymethes sonne to the banisht King, Lives about Court, Zenarchus gives him grace, That fellow's my disease, I thrive not with him, He's like a prison chaine shooke in my eares I take no sleepe for him, his favours mad me. My honours and my dignities are dreames When I behold him; That right arme can easē me, I will not boast my bounties, but for ever Live rich and happy: thou art wise farewell.