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 T14 Royal love, favour and dynastic relation · 496 words
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Should all the graces of your sex conspire In one, and she should court me, with a dower Able to buy a kingdom when I give My heart from Polidora. I suspect not, And to requite thy constancy I swear. 'ttwere sin to let thee waste thy breath I have assurance of thy noble thoughts. My Lord, your uncle hath been every where Ith' Court enquiring for you, his looks speak Some earnest cause. I am more acquainted with Thy virtue then to imagine thou wilt not Excuse me now, one kiss dismisses him Whose heart shall wait on Polidora, prithee Let me not wish for thy return too often, My Father. I met Arcadius in strange haste, he told me He had been with thee. Some affair too soon Ravished him hence, his uncle sent for him You came now from Court: how looks the Queenen This golden morning? Like a bride, her soul Is all on mirth, her eyes have quickening fires, Able to strike a spring into the earth In Winter. Then Lysimachus can haven No frost in's blood, that lives so near her beams. His politic Father, the Protector smiles too, Resolve to see the ceremony of the Queen 'twill be a day of state, I am not well. How! not well? retire then, I must return My attendance is expected, Polidora, Be careful of thy health. It will concern men. You amaze me sir. Dear Nephew, if thou respect thy safety, My honour, or my age, remove thyself, Thy life's in danger. Mine? who's my enemy? Take horse, and instantly forsake the City, Or else within some unsuspected dwelling, Obscure thyself, stay not to know the reason. Sir, I beseech your pardon, which i'th'▪ number Of my offences unto any, should Provoke this dishonourable flight? I would when I petitioned for thy stay, I had pleaded for thy banishment, thou know'st not What threatens thee: I would desire to know it, I am in no conspiracy of treason, Have ravished no man's Mistress, not so much As given the lie to any, what should mean Your strange and violent fears, I will not stir Until you make me sensible I have lost My innocence. I must not live to see Thy body full of wounds, it were less sin To rip thy father's marble, and fetch from The reverend vault his ashes, and disperse them By some rude winds where none should ever find The sacred dust, it was his legacy, The breath he mingled with his prayers to Heaven I should preserve Arcadius, whose fate He prophesied in death, would need protection, Thou wots disturb his ghost, and call it to Affright my dreams, if thou refuse to obey me. You more inflame me to inquire the cause Of your distraction, and you'll arm me better Than any coward flight by acquainting me Whose malice aims to kill me, good sir tell me, Then prayers and tears assist me. Sir.
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Should all the graces of your sex conspire In one, and she should court me, with a dower Able to buy a Kingdome when I give My heart from Polidora. I suspect not, And to requite thy constancy I sweare. Twere sinne to let thee waste thy breath I have assurance of thy noble thoughts. My Lord, your Vncle hath beene every where Ith Court inquiring for you, his lookes speake Some earnest cause. I am more acquainted with Thy vertue then to imagine thou wilt not Excuse me now, one kisse dismisses him Whose heart shall waite on Polidora, prethee Let me not wish for thy returne too often, My Father. I met Arcadius in strange haste, he told me He had beene with thee. Some affaire too soone Ravish'd him hence, his Vncle sent for him You came now from Court: how lookes the Queenē This golden morning? Like a bride, her soule Is all on mirth, her eyes have quickning fires, Able to strike a spring into the earth In Winter. Then Lisimachus can havē No frost in's blood, that lives so neere her beames. His politicke Father, the Protector smiles too, Resolve to see the Cerimony of the Queene Twill be a day of state, I am not well. How▪ not well? retire then, I must returne My attendance is expected, Polidora, Be carefull of thy health. It will concerne mē. You amaze me sir. Deare Nephew, if thou respect thy safety, My honour, or my age, remove thy selfe, Thy lifes in danger. Mine? who's my enemy? Take horse, and instantly forsake the City, Or else within some unsuspected dwelling, Obscure thy selfe, stay not to know the reason. Sir, I beseech your pardon, which ith▪ number Of my offences unto any, should Provoke this dishonorable flight? I would when I petition'd for thy stay, I had pleaded for thy banishment, thou knowst not What threatens thee: I would desire to know it, I am in no conspiracy of treason, Have ravisht no mans Mistresse, not so much As given the lye to any, what should meane Your strange and violent feares, I will not stirre Vntill you make me sensible I have lost My innocence. I must not live to see Thy body full of wounds, it were lesse sinnē To rippe thy Fathers marble, and fetch from The reverend vault his ashes, and disperse them By some rude windes where none should ever find The sacred dust, it was his legacy, The breath he mingled with his prayers to Heaven I should preserve Arcadius, whose fate He prophesied in death, would need protection, Thou wot disturbe his ghost, and call it to Affight my dreames, if thou refuse to obey me. You more inflame me to inquire the cause Of your dstraction, and youle arme me better Then any coward flight by acquainting me Whose malice aimes to kill me, good sir tell me, Then prayers and teares assist me. Sir▪