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 · 511 words
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Who would trust woman? Lost in a pair of minutes, lost, how bright A morning rose, but now, and now 'tis night? Oh where shall Virgins look for faith hereafter? If he prove false, after so many vows? And yet if I consider, he was tempted Above the strength of a young Lover, two Such glorious courting his acceptance, were Able to make disloyalty no sin, At least not seem a fault, a Lady first, Whose very lookes would thaw a man more fro Than the Alps, quicken a soul more dead than Winter. Add to her beauty and perfection, That she's a Queen, and brings with her a kingdom Able to make a great mind forfeit heaven. What could the frailty of Arcadius Suggest to unspirit him so much, as not To fly to her embraces, you were present When she declared herself. Yes Madam. Tell me, Did not he make a pause, when the fair Queen A full temptation stood him? Very little My judgement could distinguish, she did no sooner Propound, but he accepted. That was ill, He might with honour stand one or two minutes, Me thinks it should have startled him a little, To have remembered me, I have deserved At least a cold thought, well pray give it him. I shall. Instantly. When? Not so, But take a time when his joy swells him most, When his delights are high and ravishing, When you perceive his soul dance in his eyes, When she that must be his, hath dressed her beanty With all her pride, and sends a thousand Cupids To call him to the tasting of her lip; Then give him this, and tell him while I live, I'll pray for him. I shall. There is no way but death. That's black and horrid, Consider sir it was her sin, not his; I cannot accuse him, what man could carry A heart so frozen, not to melt at such A glorious flame? who could not fly to such A happiness? Have you ambition To be a tame fool? see so vast an injury And not revenge it? make me not suspect Thy Mother for this sufferance, my son. Pray hear me sir. Hear a patiented gull, A property, thou hast no blood of mine, If this affront provoke thee not, how canst Be charitable to thyself, and let him live To glory in thy shame? Nor is he innocent; He had before crept slily into her bosom And practised thy dishonour. You begin to stir me sir. How else could she be guilty Of such contempt of thee? and in the eye Of all the kingdom, they conspired this stain, When they had cunning meetings, shall thy love And blooming hopes be scattered thus, and Lysimachus Stand idle gazer? What sir will his death Advantage us, if she be false to me? So irreligious, and to touch her person— Pause we may be observed. 'Tis the Protector And his son. Alas poor Gentleman, I pity His neglect, but am not sorry for his Father.
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Who would trust woman? Lost in a paire of minutes, lost, how bright A morning rose, but now, and now tis night? Oh where shall Virgins looke for faith hereafter? If he prove false, after so many vowes? And yet if I consider, he was tempted Above the strength of a young Lover, two Such glorious courting his acceptance, were Able to make disloyalty no sinne, At least not seeme a fault, a Lady first, Whose very lookes would thaw a man more fro Then the Alps, quicken a soule more dead then Winter. Adde to her beauty and perfection, That she's a Queene, and brings with her a Kingdome Able to make a great mind forfeit heaven. What could the frailety of Arcadius Suggest to unspirit him so much, as not To fly to her embraces, you were present When she declar'd her selfe. Yes Madam. Tell me, Did not he make a pause, when the faire Queene A full temptation stood him? Very little My judgement could distinguish, she did no sooner Propound, but he accepted. That was ill, He might with honour stand one or two minutes, Me thinkes it should have startled him a little, To have rememberd me, I have deserv'd At least a cold thought, well pray give it him. I shall. Instantly. When? Not so, But take a time when his joy swels him most, When his delights are high and ravishing, When you perceive his soule dance in his eyes, When she that must be his, hath drest her beanty With all her pride, and sends a thousand Cupids To call him to the tasting of her lippe; Then give him this, and tell him while I live, Ile pray for him. I shall. There is no way but death. That's blacke and horrid, Consider sir it was her sinne, not his; I cannot accuse him, what man could carry A heart so frozen, not to melt at such A glorious flame? who could not fly to such A happinesse? Have you ambition To be a tame foole fee so vast an injury And not revenge it? me not suspect Thy Mother for this sufferance, my Sonne. Pray heare me sir▪ Heare a patient gull, A property, thou hast no blood of mine, If this affront provoke thee not, how canst Be charitable to thy selfe, and let him live To glory in thy shame? Nor is he innocent; He had before crept slily into her bosome And practised thy dishonour. You begin to me sir. How else could she be guilty Of such contempt of thee? and in the eye Of all the Kingdome, they conspir'd this staine, When they had cunning meetings, shall thy love And blooming hopes be scattered thus, and Lisimachus Stand idle gazer? What sir will his death Advantage us, if she be false to me? So irreligious, and to touch her person— Pause we may be observed. 'Tis the Protector And his sonne. Alas poore Gentleman, I pitty His neglect, but am not sorry for his Father.