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 · 507 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T38: queen, king, death, dead, heart, life, die, lord, royal, news.
O then I am The wretchedst man alive, why was I borne To see this woeful hour? but what is this? My daughters will and testament It may be 'Twill give me satisfaction of her death: 'Tis her own hand and seal, these the contents. My royal father, please you understand, Despair and sorrow for Amandus death, (Whom heavens ordained the owner of my heart) Made me loath life, and seek this way to die In perfume like the Phoenix, none is guilty Unto my death but I myself: dear Sir, I humbly crave you would be pleased to lay My ashes in Amandus' urn with his, That so my spirit may rest in quietness. Thy will shall be performed, lie there grey hairs And aged head, think now no more to wear A regal Crown, nor feeble hands to wield A sceptre, think of nothing but a grave: I'm coming daughter, and I will surprise thee Before thou art aware, beloved corpse! Help, bring it hence unto our bed chamber, That I may break my heart, whilst I embrace The body 'tween my arms. What tragic Scenes This fatal land presents? come madam, let us Return to Egypt, to the King your father, And make relation of these sad disasters That have befallen in this our pilgrimage. Let it be so since things have fall'n out thus, When I come to my native Land, my thoughts Shall shun all pleasures, banish all delights, And live Diana's Votary I will, Till death shut up the remnant of my days. What course sirs will you take? Fair Princess, we Intend to travel back unto Damascus, Where we first breathed, there to surrender up Our breath again unto the Land that gave it. The Tartars swords, we hope will cut it off. Nay rather go with us, & live in pleasure At the Egyptian Court, for I'll assure you High honours and preferments for the favours You showed me once in my captivity, And for his sake, whom yet in death I love, But I shall not participate in joy. Alas, dear madam, we abhor delights As much as you, since our delight is gone; We thank your noble courtesy, but cannot Accept it, for despair and sorrow doth Possess our very souls, come, let us go And leave this Land so much replete with woe. A Novelty is happened since the Play Was ended, and it came to pass this way, A scroll was found within the spicy bed Of that rare Phoenix, fair Phaenicïa dead, Sealed up, and superscribed thus, to all such Whom mine and Prince Amandus' fate doth touch With any sorrow: these were the contents, We thank you all for your kind audience. Come, and be welcome still, and let your friends, Who have not seen as yet our tragic end, Come here and weep with you, until together, You make up this a full pressed theater: Than it shall please our ghosts to think the age Pities our wrongs presented on the Stage.
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O then I am The wretchedst man alive, why was I borne To see this wofull houre? but what is this? My daughters will and tesament may be 'Twill give me satisfaction of her death: 'Tis her owne hand and seale, these the contents. My royall father, please you understand, Despaire and sorrow for Amandus death, (Whom heavens ordaind the owner of my heart) Made me loath life, and seeke this way to dye In perfume like the Phaenix, none is guilty Vnto my death but I my selfe: deare Sir, I humbly crave you would be pleasd to lay My ashes in Amandus urne with his, That so my spirit may rest in quietnesse. Thy will shall be perform'd, lye there gray hayres And aged head, think now no more to weare A regall Crowne, nor feeble hands to weild A scepter, thinke of nothing but a grave: I'm comming daughter, and I will surprise thee Before thou art aware, beloved corps! Help, bring it hence unto our bed chamber, That I may breake my heart, whilst I embrace The body 'tween my armes. What tragicke Scenes This fatall land presents? come Madame, let us Return to Egypt, to the King your father, And make relation of these sad disasters That have befaln in this our pilgrimage. Let it be so since things have alne ou thus, When I come to my native Land, my thoughts Shall shunne all pleasures, banish all delights, And live Dianas Votary I will, Till death shut up the remnant of my dayes. What course sirs will you take? Faire Princesse, we Intend to travell backe unto Damascus, Where we first breath'd, there to surrender up Our breath againe unto the Land that gave it. The Tartars swords, we hope will cut it off. Nay rather goe with us, & live in pleasure At the Egyptian Court, for I'le assure you High honours and preferments for the favours You shew'd me once in my captivity, And for his sake, whom yet in death I love, But I shall not participate in joy. Alas, deare Madame, we abhorre delights As much as you, since our delight is gone; We thanke your noble courtesie, but cannot Accept it, for despaire and sorrow doth Posesse our very soules, come, let us goe And leave this Land so much repleat with woe. ANovelty is hapned since the Play Was ended, and it came to passe this way, A scrowle was found within the spicy bed Of that rare Phaenix, faire Phaenicïa dead, Seal'd up, and superscrib'd thus, to all such Whom mine and Prince Amandus fate doth touh With any sorrow: these were the contents, We thanke you all for your kinde audience. Come, and be welcome still, and let your friends, Who have not seene as yet our tragicke end, Come here and weepe with you, untill together, You make up this a full press'd theater: Then it shall please our ghosts to thinke the age Pitties our wrongs presented on the Stage.