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 · 508 words
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These are words Of ceremonious compliment, you shall not Adventure so for me, 'tis but a trifle I would employ you in. What is't, I do beseech Your Grace to tell me, and 'tis done with speed. But I must have you swear to execute The thing intended, and be secret too, Else I shall think you never were my friend. 'tis some great matter that you bind me thus, But ladies' wills must not be disobeyed, Since 'tis your pleasure that I take my oath, I here protest before the gods above To do the utmost of my power therein. Well then, you know my love, you know my loss, You know the virtues of that noble Prince Whose death exhausts tears from forth mine eyes And drops of blood from my poor wounded heart; I am resolved to die and now no longer To carry such a heavy load about me Of grief and sorrow, which doth overweigh By much the weakness of a woman's nature; Kind friend you must be the instrument to send me Unto the Prince Amandus, whose sweet spirit Shall come with mine, and hover o'er your house, Until the whistling air sound both our thanks: Come do this friendly office, you are tied Unto it by your oath, you must not start, Or fall back from your former resolution. You do but try me, madam, if I will Prove such a villain, sure you cannot mean Sincerely what you speak, or if you did, This is a thing unlawful, there was nothing You could command me but this only thing That I would not perform, but pardon me I must dispense with oath and all things else To leave this deed undone. And perjured prove Unto the gods, and false unto thy Mistress O cruel man! seest thou the pain I suffer And wilt not lend thy hand to ease my torment? Are all my favours out of thy remembrance? Could they not bind thee to this courtesy? Take pity on me yet, and here is gold Enough to purchase thee a Lordship fair, What sayst thou to me? I am doubtful whether, To grant or to deny, but yet you have not Declared your mind at full; what must I do? Devise an easy way for me to die, Not in a common ordinary road, Which many use by cutting of a vain Or such like, to get passage to their bliss; I saw the Phoenix burning in her flames The other day, and was enamoured off So sweet a death, I fain would die so too Your art can help me in the imitation. 'tis true I can compose variety Of gums, of drugs and spices mixed together, And make a perfume not unlike unto The Phoenix Funeral fire, whereby you may, Be sweetly smothered lying in your bed, As she is in her nest, but I would rather You would desist from this your resolution, And make a trial of my love and service I any other thing.
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These are words Of ceremonious complement, you shall not Adventure so for me, tis but a trifle I would imploy you in. What ist, I do beseech Your Grace to tell me, and tis done with speed. But I must have you sweare to execute The thing intended, and be secret too, Else I shall thinke you never were my friend. Tis some great matter that you bind me thus, But Ladies wils must not be disobey'd, Since tis your pleasure that I take my oath, I here protest before the gods above To do the utmost of my power therein. Well then, you know my love, you know my losse▪ You know the vertues of that noble Prince Whose death exhausts teares from forth mine eies And drops of bloud from my poore wounded heart; I am resolv'd to die and now no longer To carry such a heavy load about me Of griefe and sorrow, which doth overweigh By much the weaknesse of a womans nature; Kind friend you must be the instrument to send me Vnto the Prince Amandus, whose sweet spirit Shall come with mine, and hover o're your house, Vntill the whistling aire sound both our thankes: Come do this friendly office, you are ti'd Vnto it by your oath, you must not start, Or fall back from your former resolution. You do but try me, Madame, if I will Prove such a villaine, sure you cannot meane Sincerely what you speake, or if you did, This is a thing unlawfull, there was nothing You could command me but this only thing That I would not performe, but pardon me I must dispence with oath and all things ele To leave this deed undone. And perjur'd prove Vnto the gods, and false unto thy Mistresse O cruell man! seest thou the paine I suffer And wil't not lend thy hand to ase my torment? Are all my favours out of thy remembrance? Could they not bind thee to this courtesie? Take pitty on mee yet, and here is gold Enough to purchase thee a Lordship faire, What say'st thou to me? I am doubfll whether, To grant or to deny, but yet you have not Declar'd your mind at full; what must I doe? Devise an easie way for me to die, Not in a common ordinary roade, Which many use by cutting of a vaine Or such like, to get passage to their blisse; I saw the Phaeni burning in her flames The other day, and was inamour'd off So sweet a death, I faine would die so too Your art can helpe me in the imitation. Tis true I can compose variety Of gummes, of drugges and spices mixt together, And make a perfume not unlike unto The Phaenix Funerall fire, whereby you may, Be sweetly smother'd lying in your bed, As she is in her nest, but I would rather You would de from this your resolvtion, And make a tryall of my love and service I any other thing.