Lower, William · published 1639 · first performed or written 1639 [c.1622-1639] (Annals) not in BritDrama unassigned nearest T38 Death, parting and grief at court · 503 words
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'tis done, dear Sir, see where the villains lie. Thanks dearest friends, one thing before I die I shall request you if my failing breath Will give me leave to utter it, 'tis this, Tell fair Phaenicia my beloved Princess The story of my death, tell how I love her, And grieve to leave her comfortless alone. I cannot fully speak my mind unto you, For death stops up the passage of my speech; Adieu dear friends, adieu, Phoenicia I die thy servant, sweet Phoenicia. Farewell brave Prince, we thy unworthy subjects Can but lament thy loss, and curse the fates For their unjust decrees; O could they not Have spared the chief of Princes to give lustre Unto the world? could not they see his beauty And virtue shining in their glorious Orbs? His youth fair blooming? cruel destinies! Come now your shoulders honour with his corpse Sweeter than all the perfumes of the Realm, Some to bring Consolarios body off; We'll see this fatal Land Arabia shall Provide them both a royal Funeral, Do I yet breath and live when he that was The comfort of my life lies dead and breathless? Can I behold another Sun but that Which shined from his majestic countenance, Eclipsed now by death, procured by treason: O heavens grant freedom to my troubled spirit To break this prison of mortality, And so get loose with wings of swift desire To meet my lover in the Elysian fields. O how I languish here! hark blessed spirit Of my departed friend (for I believe Thou dost refine this air) hark to my woes; Do not condemn Phaenicia that she stays So long behind thee, for thou know'st her soul Desires to take her flight into thy bosom, Nor shall she meet a stop (I am resolved) Amandus have a little patience yet, And then I come, 'tis but a minute longer Until I do contrive an easy way For life to sally forth: my trusty maid My faithful Saba, now assist thy Mistress In this kind office that I shall command, Wherein thy love shall more appear then ever: I loathe this life thou seest, go fetch my Doctor I must take his advice; thou wilt be secret, I am assured, I have so often had Experience of thy faith; wilt thou dispatch, And bring him to me with all expedition? What you command my duty will me do Without dispute, I'll instantly return And bring the Doctor— Do so trusty servant And thy reward shall follow; I must work This Doctor to my will by fair entreaties, And if that fail, by large rewards and gifts, I'll leave no way untried, nor unattempted, Until I do prevail.— My worthy Friend And hitherto preserver of my health, I have a business now wherein I shall Make trial of your utmost love and trust, In which you must not fail me. Gracious Princess My life shall be employed in any service You shall have need to use it.
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Tis done, deare Sir, see where the viliaines ly. Thankes dearest friends, one thing before I dy I shall request you if my failing breath Will give me leave to utter it, tis this, Tell faire Phnicia my beloved Princesse The story of my death, tell how I love her, And grieve to leave her comfortlesse alone. I cannot fully speake my mind unto you, For death stops up the passage of my speach; Adieu deare friends, adieu, Phaenicia I dye thy servant, sweet Phaenicia. Farewell brave Prince, we thy unworthy subjects Can but lament thy losse, and curse the fates For their unjust decrees; O could they not Have spar'd the chiefe of Princes to give lustre Vnto the world? could not they see his beauty And vertue shining in their glorious Orbes? His youth faire blooming? cruell destinies! Come now your shoulders honour with his Coarse Sweeter then all the perfumes of the Realme, Some to bring Consolarios body off; We'll see this fatall Land Arabia shall Provide them both a royall Funerall, Do I yet breath and live when he that was The comfort of my life lies dead and breathlesse? Can I behold another Sunne but that Which shin'd from his maiestick countenance, Eclipsed now by death, procur'd by treason: O heavens grant freedome to my troubled spirit To breake this prison of mortality, And so get loose with wings of swift desire To meete my lover in the Elizian fields. O how I languish here! harke blessed spirit Of my departed friend (for I believe Thou dost refine this aire) harke to my woes; Do not condemne Phaeuicia that she staies So long behind thee, for thou know'st her soule Desires to take her flight into thy bosome, Nor shall she meete a stop (I am resolv'd) Amandus have a little patience yet, And then I come, tis but a minut longer Vntill I do contrive an easie way For life to sally forth: my trusty maid My faithfull Saba, now assist thy Mistresse In this kind office that I shall command, Wherein thy love shall more appeare then ever: I loath this life thou see'st, goe fetch my Doctor I must take his advise; thou wilt be secret, I am ssur'd, I have so often had Exprience of thy faith; wilt thou dispatch, And bring him to me with all expedition? What you command my duty wils me do Without dispute, I'le instantly returne And bring the Doctor— Do so trusty servant And thy reward shall follow; I must worke This Doctor to my will by faire intreaties, And if that faile, by large rewards and gifts, I'le leave no way uti'd, nor unaempted, Vntill I do prevaile.— My worthy Friend And hitherto preserver of my health, I have a businesse now wherein I shall Make triall of your utmost love and trust, In which you must not faile me. Gracious Princesse My life shall be imploy'd in any service You shall have need to use it.