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 · 493 words
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Why then I'll leave you to your task a while: Most wretched, doubtful, strange distracted woman, e'en drawn in pieces betwixt love and fear, I weep in thought of both: bold venturous youth, Twice I writ death, yet would he seek to know me, He'll make no Conscience where his oaths bestow me. I'm glad all's so well passed, and she appeased, I swear I did expect a harder penance When she began to enjoin me; why, this is wholesome For soul and body, though I seldom use it. Her wisdom is as pleasing as her beauty, I never knew affection hastier borne, With more true Art and less suspicion: It so amazed me to know her my Mistress I had no power to close the light again, Unhappy that I was, peace, here she comes. Down to thy penance, think of thy whole youth, From the first minute that the womb conceived me To this full heaped hour I do repent me, With heart as penitent as a man, dissolving, Of all my sins, borne with me, and borne of me; Dishonest thoughts and sights, the paths of youth, So thrive in mercy as I end in truth. Fly to thy wish, I pray it may be given, Man in a twinkling is in earth and heaven: I dealt not like a coward with thy soul, Nor took it unprepared. I gave him time to put his armour on And sent him forth like a Celestial champion, I loved thee with more care and truer moan, Since thou must die to taste more deaths than one Too much by this pity and love confesses, Had any warning fastened on thy senses: Rash, unadvised youth, whom my soul weeps for, How oft I told thee this attempt was death? Yet wouldst thou venture on, fond man and knenw? But what destruction will not youth pursue? Here long mightst thou have lived, been loved, enjoyed, Had not thy will thy happiness destroyed; Thought'st thou by oaths to have thy deedēs well borne? Thou shouldst have come when man was ne'er forsworn; They are dangerous now; witness this breach of thine; Who's false to his own faith, will ne'er keep mine. We must be safe, young man, the deed's unknown, There are more loves, honours no more than one. Yet spite of death I'll kiss thee; oh strange ill, That for our fears we should our comforts kill? Whom shall I trust with this poor bleeding body? Yonder's a secret Vault runs through the Castle There for a while convey him; hapless Boy that never knew how dear 'twas to enjoy. Oh' me confounded everlastingly, Damned to a thousand Tortures in that sight What shall I frame? my Lord What's she? Oh my sweet dearest Lord. Thy name? Thy poor affrighted and endangered Queen. Oh, I know thee now. Did not your Majesty hear the piteous shrieks Of an enforced Lady? Yes, whose were they?
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Why then Ile leave you to your taske a while: Most wretched, doubtfull, strange distracted woman, Ene drawne in peeces betwixt love and feare, I weepe in thought of both: bold venturous youth, Twice I writ death, yet would he seeke to know me, He'le make no Conscience where his oathes bestow me▪ I'me glad all's so well past, and she appeas'd, I sweare I did expect a harder pennance When she began to enjoyne me; why, this is wholsome For soule and body, though I seldome use it. Her wisedome is as pleasing as her beauty, I never knew affection hastier borne, With more true Art and lesse suspition: It so amaz'd me to know her my Mistresse I had no power to close the light againe, Vnhappy that I was, peace, here she comes. Downe to thy pennance, thinke of thy whole youth, From the first minute that the wombe conceiv'd me To this full heaped houre I doe repent me, With heart as penitent as a man, dissolving, Of all my sinnes, borne with me, and borne of me; Dishonest thoughts and sights, the pathes of youth, So thrive in mercy as I end in truth. Fly to thy wish, I pray it may be given, Man in a twinkling is in earth and heaven: I dealt not like a coward with thy soule, Nor tooke it unprepar'd. I gave him time to put his armour on And sent him forth like a Celestiall champion, I lov'd thee with more care and truer moane, Since thou must dye to taste more deathes than one Too much by this pitty and love confesses, Had any warning fastned on thy sences: Rash, unadvised youth, whom my soule weepēs for, How oft I told thee this attempt was death? Yet would'st thou venture on, fond man and knēw? But what destruction will not youth pursue? Here long mightst thou have liv'd, beene lov'd, enjoy'd, Had not thy will thy happinesse destroyd; Thought'st thou by oathes to have thy deedēs well borne? Thou should'st have come when man was nere forsworne▪ They are dangerous now; witnesse this breach of thine; Who's false to his owne faith, will nere keepe mine. We must be safe, young man, the deed's unknowne, There are more loves, honours no more than one. Yet spight of death Ile kisse thee; oh strange ill, That for our feares we should our comforts kill? Whom shall I trust with this poore bleeding body? Yonder's a secret Vault runnes through the Castle There for a while convey him; haplesse Boy that never knew how deare 'twas to enjoy. Oh 'me confounded everlastingly, Damnd to a thousand Tortures in that sight What shall I frame? my Lord What's shee? Oh my sweete dearest Lord. Thy name? Thy poore affrighted and indangered Queene. Oh, I know thee now. Did not your Majesty heare the piteous shreikes Of an inforced Lady? Yes, whose were they?