Shirley, James · published 1640 · first performed or written 1635 [licensed for stage, Feb 6] (Annals) tragicomedy · Queen Henrietta Maria's Men · Phoenix/Cockpit unassigned nearest T53 The crown: kingship claimed, resigned an · 500 words
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We are confident this needs no pardon sir, But a reward to cherish your opinion, And that you may keep warm your passion, Know we resolve for marriage, and if I had another gift, beside myself, Greater, in that you should discern, how much My heart is fixed. Let me digest my blessing. But I cannot resolve when this shall be, How Madam? Do not make me dream of Heaven And wake me into misery, if your purpose Be, to immortalize your humble servant, Your power on earth's divine, Princes are here The copies of eternity, and create When they but will our happiness. I shall Believe you mock me in this argument, I have no power. How no power. Not as a Queen. I understand you not. I must obey, your Fathers my Protector. How? When I am absolute, Lysimachus, Our power and titles meet, before, we are but A shadow, and to give you that were nothing, Excellent Queen, My love took no original from state, Or the desire of other greatness, Above what my birth may challenge modestly, I love your virtues; mercenary souls Are taken with advancement, you've an Empire Within you, better than the worlds, to that Looks my ambition. T'other is not sit To be despised, Cosmography allows Epire a place i'th' map, and know till I Possess what I was borne to, and alone Do grasp the kingdom's sceptre, I account Myself divided, he that marries me Shall take an absolute Queen to his warm bosom, My temples yet are naked, until than Our loves can be but compliments, and wishes, Yet very hearty ones. I apprehend. Your Father. Madam, a Gentleman has an humble suit, 'tis in your power to grant, you are Protector, I am not yet a Queen. How's this? I shall expound her meaning. Why kneel you sir? Madam to reconcile two families That may unite, both counsels and their blood To serve your crown. Macarius, and Eubulus That by are inveterate malice to each other. It grew, as I have heard upon the question Which some of either family had made, Which of their Fathers was the best commander: If we believe our stories, they have both Deserved well of our state, and yet this quarrel Has cost too many lives, a severe faction. But I'll propound a way to plant a quiet And peace in both our houses, which are torn With their dissensions, and lose the glory Of their great names, my blood speaks my relation To Eubulus, and I wish my veins were emptied To appease their war. Thou hast a noble soul, This is a charity above thy youth, And it flows bravely from thee, name the way. In such a desperate cause, a little stream Of blood might purge the foulness of their hearts If you'll prevent a deluge. Be particular. Let but your Majesty consent, that two May with their personal valour undertake The honour of their family, and determine Their difference.
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We are confident this needs no pardon sir, But a reward to cherish your opinion, And that you may keepe warme your passion, Know we resolve for marriage, and if I had another gift, beside my selfe, Greater, in that you should discerne, how much My heart is fixt. Let me digest my blessing. But I cannot resolve when this shall be, How Madam? doe not make me dreame of Heaven And wake me into misery, if your purpose Be, to immortalize your humble servant, Your power on earth's divine, Princes are here The Coppies of eternity, and create When they but will our happinesse. I shall Beleeve you mocke me in this argument, I have no power. How no power. Not as a Queene. I understand you not. I must obey, your Fathers my Protector. How? When I am absolute, Lisimachus, Our power and titles meete, before, we are but A shadow, and to give you that were nothing, Excellent Queene, My love tooke no originall from state, Or the desire of other greatnesse, Above what my birth may challenge modestly, I love your vertues; mercenary soules Are taken with advancement, yo've an Empire Within you, better then the worlds, to that Lookes my ambition. Tother is not sit To be despisd, Cosmography allowe Epire a place ith' mappe, and know till I Possesse what I was borne to, and alone Doe graspe the Kingdomes Scepter, I account My selfe divided, he that marries me Shall take an absolute Queene to his warme bosome, My temples yet are naked, untill then Our loves can be but complements, and wishes, Yet very hearty ones. I apprehend. Your Father. Madam, a Gentleman has an humble sute, Tis in your power to grant, you are Protector, I am not yet a Queene. Hows this? I shall expound her meaning. Why kneele you sir? Madam to reconcile two families That may unite, both counsells and their blood To serve your Crowne. Macarius, and Eubulus That by are inveterate malice to each other. It grew, as I have heard▪ upon the question Which some of either family had made, Which of their Fathers was the best commander: If we beleeve our stories, they have both Deserved well of our state, and yet this quarrell Has cost too many lives, a severe faction. But Ile propound a way to plant a quiet And peace in both our houses, which are torne With their dissentions, and lose th glory Of their great names, my blood speakes my relation To Eubulus, and I wish my veines were emptyed To appease their warre. Thou hast a noble soule, This is a charity above thy youth, And it flowes bravely from thee, name the way. In such a desperate cause, a little streame Of blood might purge the foulenesse of their hearts If youle prevent a deluge. Be particular. Let but your Majesty consent, that two May with their personall valour undertake The honour of their family, and determine Their diffrence.