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 · 521 words
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I was received into a waiter's room my Lord. Thou wast! And in a vizard helped to serve the banquet. Ha, ha! Saw him conveyed into a Chamber privately. And still thou let'st him run? I let him play my Lord. Ha, ha, ha! I watched still near, till her arms clasped him. And there thou let'st him rest. There he was caught my Lord. So art thou here; drag him to execution he shall die. With tortures 'bove the thought of Tyranny. No words are able to express my gladness, 'tis such a high borne rapture that the soul Partakes it only. My Lord Mazeres led Unto his death? It proves too true dear Princess. Cursed be the mouth that doomed him, and for e'er Blasted the hand that parts him from his life. Was there none fit to practise Tyranny on But whom our heart elected? misery of love! I must not live to think oft. Here's my Sister, I could not bring that news will please her better, My news brings that command over your passions, you must be merry. Have you warrant for't Brother? Yes, strong enough i'faith; hear me, Mazeres By this time is at his everlasting home; Where ere his body lies, I struck the stroke I wrought a bitter pill that quickly choked him. Oh me, my soul will out, some wine there hoa! Wine for our Sister, for the news is worth it. It will prove dear to both; so, give it me; now leave us. Revenge ne'er brought forth a more happy issue Than I think mine to be. I'm setting forth Mazeres, here Zenarchus. Thou art not like this hour, jovial. I shall be after this. That does't if any, Wine doth both help defects, and causeth many. Here's to the deed faith of our last revenge. Dying men Prophesy, faith 'tis our last end; Now I must tell you brother, that I hate you, In that you hive betrayed my loved Mazeres. What's this? His deed was loyal, his discovery just, He brought to light a monster and his lust. Nay if you grow so strumpet like in your behaviour to me, I'll quickly cool that insolence. Peace, peace, There is a Champion fights for me unseen, I need not fear thy threats. Indeed no Harlot But has her Champion, besides bawd and Varlet; oh! Why la you now such gear will ne'er thrive with you. I'm sick of thy society, poison to mine eyes. 'tis lower in thy breast the poison lies. How? 'tis for Mazeres. Oh you virtuous powers, What a right strumpet? poison under love? That man can ne'er be safe that divides love. Nor she be honest can so soon impart, Oh ware that woman that can shift her heart. Ha? thunder? and thou marrow melting blast Quick winged lightning; and thou blazing star, I like not thy prodigious bearded fire; Thy beams are fatal: ha? behold the Influence Of all their malice in my children's mines? Their states malignant powers have envied, And for some haste struck with their envies died: 'tis ominous; within there?
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I was received into a waiters roome my Lord. Thou wast! And in a vizard helpt to serve the banquet. Ha, ha! Saw him conveyd into a Chamber privately. And still thou let'st him runne? I let him play my Lord. Ha, ha, ha! I watcht still nere, till her armes claspt him. And there thou let'st him rest. There he was caught my Lord. So art thou here; drag him to execution he shall dye. With tortures bove the thought of Tyranny. No words are able to expresse my gladnesse, Tis such a high bornē rapture that the soule Pertakes it onely. My Lord Mazeres led Vnto his death? It proves too true deare Princēsse. Curst be the mouth that doom'd him, and for ēvēr Blasted the hand that parts him from his life. Was there none fit to practise Tyrannie on But whom our heart elected? misery of love! I must not live to thinke oft. Here's my Sister, I could not bring that newes will please her better, My newes brings that command over your passions, you must be merry. Have you warrant for't Brother? Yes, strong enough yfaith; here me, Mazeres By this time is at his everlasting home; Where ere his body lyes, I strucke the stroake I wrought a bitter pill that quickely choak'd him. Oh me, my soule will out, some wine there hoa! Wine for our Sister, for the newes is worth it. It will prove deare to both; so, give it me; now leave us. Revenge nere brought forth a more happy issue Than I thinke mine to be. I'mē setting forth Mazeres, here Zenarchus. Thou art not like this houre, joviall. I shall be after this. That does't if any, Wine doth both helpe defects, and causeth many. Here's to the deed faith of our last revenge. Dying men Prophesie, faith tis our last end; Now I must tell you brother, that I hate you, In that you hive betray'd my lov'd Mazeres. What's this? His deede was loyall, his discovery just, He brought to light a monster and his lust. Nay if you grow so strumpet like in your behaviour to me, Ile quickely coole that insolence. Peace, peace, There is a Champion fights for me unseene, I neede not feare thy thereats. Indeed no Harlot But has her Champion, besides Baud and Varlet; oh! Why law you now such geere will nere thrivē with you. I'me sicke of thy society, poyson to mine eyes. Tis lower in thy brest the poyson lyes. How? Tis for Mazeres. Oh you vertuous powers, What a right strumpet? poyson under love? That man can nere be safe that divides love. Nor she be honest can so soone impart, Oh ware that woman that can shift her heart. Ha? thunder? and thou marrow melting blast Quicke winged lightning; and thou blazing starre, I like not thy prodigious bearded fire; Thy beames are fatall: ha? behold the Influence Of all their malice in my childrens mines? Their states malignant powers have envyde, And for some hast strucke with their envies dy'd: Tis omenous; within there?