Lower, William · published 1639 · first performed or written 1639 [c.1622-1639] (Annals) not in BritDrama unassigned nearest T14 Royal love, favour and dynastic relation · 494 words
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A furious challenge, and it speaks the man All in a fire that sent it, but extremes Are seldom permanent, I doubt 'twill prove But like a sudden flash that's soon burnt out: This is the time and place, but how comes it The Persian is so tardy? this proud paper Stuffed full with ostentation, made me think He would not be the last man in the field. What, is his courage cold, or doth he now Begin to take advised deliberation Upon the matter, that he stays so long? I should not think so neither, for a Prince Cannot so much forget his reputation, No sure, he'll come, some business of import, I do believe, detains him; I'll attend His leisure here with patience, if my thoughts Would but descend a little from their height, I would consider too what should beget This fierce challenge, but he comes, I must Prepare to entertain him. Here before me? This honour I could hardly spare you Sir, You came before the hour appointed, else I could not be prevented. Punctually I did observe the time, but to what purpose Are we come hither? to discourse and talk, And nothing else? I do expect some doings, Some wonders too by you performed upon me, If I may credit this your salutation. Is the fume vanished? Thou shalt find it burn Afresh to fierce flames, it was my goodness That raked it up in ashes, lest it should Consume thee, and thou die in ignorance, Before thou knew'st th'occasion, now I'll tell thee. Lucinda's wrongs and mine call on my sword To do the office of revenge upon Thy treacherous head, thou didst dissolve the knot Was tied between us two, and alienatest Her heart from me, thou robbest her of her honour, And strumpetedst her fame, and not contented With this abuse, thou dost proceed yet further To do me mischief with false filed tongue, To wrest the fair Phoenicia from my love: These are gross injuries, and such as cannot Be undergone with patience, yet if thou Wilt urge thy suit no further to this Lady, But give up all thy right in her to me: I will forget thy former injuries, And count thee for my friend. Coward, villain, Art thou my rival in Phaenicias love? And do I suffer thee to breathe a minute To utter these bold words, these defamations, These lies and slanders; know Phoenicia hates Thy sight as a pernicious Basilisk; Here farther, read my mind. Thou seest my breath Fails, if thou art a Prince, and nobly minded, Thou wilt a little intermit the fight. Breath than a little longer, though I might justly deny it, since we are not tied To any such conditions in a duel: But wherefore do you cast your sight about? I doubt some treachery, come, I'll delay The time no longer, there have at thee Prince. Guard well thy life, it is endangered.
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A furious challenge, and it speakes the man All in a fire that sent it, but extreames Are seldome permanent, I doubt 'twill prove But like a sudden flash that's soone burnt out: This is the time and place, but how comes it The Persian is so tardy? this proud paper Stuft full with ostentation, made me thinke He would not be the last man in the field. What, is his courage cold, or doth he now Begin to take advis'd deliberation Vpon the matter, that he stayes so long? I should not thinke so neither, for a Prince Cannot so much forget his reputation, No sure, he'l come, some businesse of import, I doe beleeve, detaines him; I'le attend His leisure here with patienc, if my thoughts Would but descend a little from their height, I would consider too what should beget This fierce challenge, but he comes, I must Prepare to entertaine him. Here before me? This honour I could hardly spare you Sir, You came before the houre appointed, else I could not be prevented. Punctually I did observe the time, but to what purpose Are we come hither? to discourse and talke, And nothing lse? I doe expect some doings, Some wonders too by you performed upon me, If I may credit this your salutation. Is the ume vanish'd? Thou shalt finde it burne Asresh to fierc flames, it was my goodnesse That rak't it up in ashes, lest it should Consume thee, and thou die in ignorance, Before thou knew'st th'occasion, now I'le tell thee. Lucindas wrongs and mine cll on my sword To doe the office of revenge upon▪ Thy treacherous head, thou didst dissolve the knot Was ty'd between us two, and alienatest Her heart from me, thou robst her of her honour, And strumpettedst her fame, and not contented With this abuse, thou dost proceed yet further To doe me mischiefe with false filed tongue, To wrest the faire Phaenicia from my love: These are gresse injries, ad such as cannot Be undergone with patience, yet if thou Wilt urge thy suit no further to this Lady, But give up all thy right in her to me: I will forget thy former injuries, And count thee for my friend. Coward, villaine, Art thou my rivall in Phaenicias love? And doe I suffer thee to breathe a minute To utter these old words, these defamations, These lyes and slanders; know Phaenicia hates Thy sight as a pernitious Basiliske; Here farther, reade my minde. Thou seest my breath Failes, if thou art a Prince, and nobly minded, Thou wilt a little intermit the figt. Breath then a ittle loger, though I might ustly deny it, since we are not tyed To any such conditions in a duell: But wherefore doe you cast your sight about? I doubt some treachery, come, I'le delay The time no longer, there have at thee Prince. uard well thy life, it is endangered.