Dekker, Thomas / Middleton, Thomas · published 1639 · first performed or written 1639 [c.1617-1639] (Annals) tragedy · Queen Anne's Men (?) unassigned nearest T6 Money, debt and credit · 510 words
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My Lord, my first beginning was a Broker. A knave from the beginning; there's no hopen of him, Sertorio? Here my Lord. We know thee just, how cam'st thou up? let's hear. From no desert that I can challenge but your highness' favour. Thou art honest in that answer; go, report we are 40. leagues off Rid forth: spread it about the Castle cunningly. I'll do it faithfully my Lord. do't cunningly, Go, if thou shouldst do't faithfully thou liest; I'm lost by violence through all my senses, I'm blind with rage, Mazeres, guide me forth I tread in Air, and see no foot nor path, I have lost myself, yet cannot lose my wrath. What have I heard? it dares not be but true; Tymethes taken in adulterate trains, And with the Queen my mother? now I hate him, As beauty abhors years, or usurer's charity; He does appear unto my eye a leper Full of sins black infection, foul Adultery: Cursed be the hour in which I first did grace him, And let Mazeres starve in my disdain That hath so long observed me with true love, Whose loyalty in this approves the same. Madam. My love? my Lord I should say, but would say my love. I do beseech your Grace for what I have done Lay no oppressing censure upon me; I could not but in honesty reveal it, Not envying in that he was my Rival, Nor in the force of any ancient grudge But as the deed in its own nature craved, So 'mong the rest it was revealed to me: Appēaring so detested that yourself Gracious and kind, had you but seen the manner Would have thrown by all pity and remorse And took my office or one more in force. Rise dear Mazeres, in our favours rise, So far am I from censure to reprove thee That in my hate to him I choose and love thee. If constant service may be called desert, I shall deserve. Man hath no better part. Why this was happily observed and followed; The King will to the Castle late tonight, And tread through all the Vaults, I must attend. I wish that at first sight th' hadst forced his end. 'tis better thus; so my revenge imports; Now thrive my plots, the end shall make me great, She mine, the Crown sits here I am then Completed. So, leave us here a while, bear back the light, I would not be discovered if he come, You know his entertainment, so be gone, I am not cheerful troth, what point soe'er My powers arrive at: I desire a league With desolate darkness, and disconsolate fancies, There is no music in my soul tonight. What should I fear when all my servants faiths Sleep in my bounty, and no bribes not threats, Can wake them from my safety? for the King, He's forty leagues rode forth, I heard it lately: Yet heaviness like a Tyrant, proud in night Usurps my power, rules where it hath no right.
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My Lord, my first beginning was a Broker. A knavē from the beginning; there's no hopē of him, Sertorio? Here my Lord. We know thee just, how cam'st thou up? let's heare. From no desert that I can challenge but your highnesse favour. Thou art honest in that answere; goe, report we are 40. leagues off Rid forth: spread it about the Castle cunningly. Ile doe it faithfully my Lord. Doe't cunningly, Goe, if thou should'st doe't faithfully thou lyest; I'me lost by violence through all my sences, I'me blinde with rage, Mazeres, guide me forth I tread in Ayre, and see no foote nor path, I have lost myselfe, yet cannot lose my wrath. What have I heard? it dares not be but true▪ Tymethes taken in adulterate traines, And with the Queene my mother? now I hate him, As beauty abhorres yeares, or Vsurers charity; He does appeare unto my eye a Leaper Full of sinnēs blacke infection, foule Adultery: Cursed be the houre in which I first did grace him, And let Mazeres sterve in my disdaine That hath so long observ'd me with true love, Whose loyalty in this approves the same. Madam. My love? my Lord I should say, but would say my love. I doe beseech your Grace for what I have done Lay no oppressing censure upon me; I could not but in honesty reveale it, Not envying in that he was my Rivall, Nor in the force of any ancient grudge But as the deede in its owne nature crav'd, So mong the rest it was reveal'd to me: Appēaring so detested that your selfe Gracious and kinde, had you but seene the manner Would have throwne by all pitty and remorce And tooke my office or one more in force. Rise deare Mazeres, in our favours rise, So farre am I from censure to reprove thee That in my hate to him I chuse and love thee. If constant service may be call'd desert, I shall deserve. Man hath no better part. Why this was happily observ'd and follow'd; The King will to the Castle late to night, And tread through all the Vaults, I must attend. I wish that at first sight th' hadst forc'd his end. Tis better thus; so my revenge imports; Now thrive my plots, the end shall make me great, She mine, the Crowne sits here I am then Compleatē. So, leave us here a while, beare backe the light, I would not be discovered if he come, You know his entertainement, so be gone, I am not chearefull troth, what point so ere My powers arrive at: I desire a league With desolate darkedesse, and disconsolate fancies, There is no musicke in my soule to night. What should I feare when all my servants faiths Sleepe in my bounty, and no bribes not threates, Can wake them from my safety? for the King, He's forty leagues rode forth, I heard it lately: Yet heavinesse like a Tyrant, proud in night Vsurpes my power, rules where it hath no right.