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 T38 Death, parting and grief at court · 505 words
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Arcadius, Thou art a rash young man, witness the spirit Of him that trusted me so much, I bleed, Till I prevent this mischief. Ha', keep off. What mean you sir? We are your friends. I know your faces, but Am not secure, I would not be betrayed. You wrong our hearts, who truly honour you. They say I must be killed. By whom? I know not, nor would I part with life so tamely. We dare engage ours in your quarrel, hid Your sword, it may beget suspicion, It's enough to question you. I am confident, Pray pardon me, come I despise all danger: Yet a dear friend of mine, my uncle told me He would not see my body full of wounds. Your uncle this is strange. Yes, my honest uncle, If my unlucky stars have pointed me So dire a fate. There is some strange mistake in't. Arcadius, the Queen would speak with you, You must make haste. Though to my death, I fly Upon her summons, I give up my breath Then willingly, if she command it from me. This does a little trouble me. I know not What to imagine, something is the ground Of this perplexity, but I hope there is not Any such danger as he apprehends. We have already granted to Seleucus And they shall try their valour if Arcadius Have spirit in him to accept the challenge, Our royal word is past. This is strange. Madam my son knew not what he asked, And you were cruel to consent so soon. Wherein have I offended, to be robbed At once of all the wealth I have, Arcadius Is part of me. Seleucus' life and mine Are twisted on one thread, both stand or fall Together, hath the service for my Country Deserved but this reward, to be sent weeping To my eternal home? Wast not enough When I was young, to lose my blood in wars, But the poor remnant that is scarcely warm And faintly creeping through my withered veins Must be let out to make you sport. How can We that shall this morn seen the sacred oil Fall on your virgin tresses, hope for any Protection hereafter, when this day You sacrifice the blood of them that pray for you. Arcadius I prithee speak thyself, It is for thee I plead. Seleucus, kneel And say thou haste repent thy rash suit; If ere I see thee fight, I be thus wounded, How will the least drop forced from thy veins, Afflict my heart. Why, that's good; Arcadius speak to her; hear him Madam. If you call back this honour you have done me I shall repent I live, do not persuade me Seleucus thou art a noble enemy, And I will love thy soul though I despair Our bodies friendly conversation: I would we were to tug upon some cliff, Or like two prodigies i'th' air, our conflict Might generally be gazed at, and our blood Appease our grandsires ashes. I am undone.
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Arcadius, Thou art a rash young man, witnesse the spirit Of him that trusted me so much, I bleed, Till I prevent this mischiefe. Ha, keepe off. What meane you sir? We are your friends. I know your faces, but Am not secure, I would not be betray'd. You wrong our hearts, who truely honour you. They say I must be kild. By whom? I know not, nor wod I part with life so tamely. We dare ingage ours in your quarrell, hide Your sword, it may beget suspition, It's enough to question you. I am confident, Pray pardon me, come I despise all danger: Yet a deare friend of mine, my Vncle told me He would not see my body full of wounds. Your Vncle his is strange. Yes, my honest Vncle, If my unlucky starres have pointed me So dire a fate. There is some strange mistake in'. Arcadius, the Queene would speake with you, You must make haste. Though to my death, I fly Vpon her summons, I give up my breath Then willingly, if she command it from me. This does a little trouble me. I know not What to imagine, something is the ground Of this perplexity, but I hope there is not Any such danger as he apprehends. We have already granted to Seleucus And they shall try their valour if Arcadius Have spirit in him to accept the challenge, Our royall word is past. This is strange. Madam my sonnē knew not what he asked, And you were cruell to consent so soone. Wherein have I offended, to be rob'd At once of all the wealth I have, Arcadius Is part of me. Seleucus life and mine Are twisted on one thred, both stand or fall Together, hath the service for my Country Deserved but this reward, to be sent weeping To my eternall home? Wast not enough When I was young, to lose my blood in warres, But the poore remnant that is scarcely warme And faintly creeping through my withered veines Must be let out to make you sport. How can We that shall this morne seē the sacred oyle Fall on your virgin tresses▪ hope for any Protection hereafter, when this day You sacrifice the blood of them that pray for you. Arcadius I prethee speake thy selfe, It is for thee I plead. Seleucus, kneele And say thou haste repented thy rash suite; If ere I see thee fight, I be thus wounded, How will the least drop forc'd from thy veines, Afflict my heart. Why, that's good; Arcadius speake to her; heare him Madam. If you call backe this honour you have done me I shall repent I live, doe not perswade me Seleucus thou art a noble enemy, And I will love thy soule though I dispaire Our bodies friendly conversation: I would we were to tugge upon some cliffe, Or like two prodigies ith ayre, our conflict Might generally be gaz'd at, and our blood Appease our grandsires ashes. I am undone.