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 · 505 words
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These and a thousand more affronts I must Expect: your favours draw them all upon me; In my first state I had no enemies, I was secure while I did grow beneath This expectation, humble valleys thrive with Their bosoms full of flowers, when the hills melt With lightning, and rough anger of the clouds, Let me retire. And can Arcadius' A such a breath be moved, I had opinion Your courage durst have stood a tempest for Our love, can you for this incline to leave What other Princes should in vain have sued for? How many Lovers are in Epire now Would throw themselves on danger, not expect one enemy, but empty their own veins, And think the loss of all their blood rewarded, To have one smile of us when they are dying? And shall this murmur shake you? Not dear Madam, My life is such a poor despised thing, In value your least graces, that To lose it were to make myself a victory, It is not for myself I fear: the envy Of others cannot fasten wound in me Greater, then that your goodness should be checked So daringly. Let not those thoughts afflict thee While we have power to correct the offences Arcadius be mine, this shall confirm it. I shall forget And lose my way to heaven, that touch had been Enough to have restored me, and infused A spirit of a more celestial nature, After the tedious absence of my soul, Oh bless me not too much, one smile a day Would stretch my life to mortality, Poets that wrap divinity in tales, Look here, and give your copies forth of angels, What blessing can remain? Our marriage. Place then some horrors in the way For me, not you to pass, the journey's end Holds out such glories to me, I should think Hell but a poor degree of suffering for it, What's that some petition, a Letter to me. Ith' minute when my vessels new launched forth, With all my pride and silken wings about me I strike upon a rock: what power can save me? You had a Polidora; there's a name Killed with grief I can so soon forget her She did impose on me this service sir, And while she lives she says she'll pray for you. She lives That's well, and yet 'ttwere better, for my fame, And honour she were dead, what fate hath placed me Upon this fearful precipice? he's troubled. I must resolve, my faith is violated Already, yet poor loving Polidora Will pray for me, she says, to think she can Render me hated to myself, and every Thought's a tormentor, let me then be just. Arcadius. That voice prevails again, oh Polidora, Thou must forgive Arcadius, I dare not Turn rebel to a Princess, I shall love Thy virtue, but a kingdom has a charm To excuse our frailty, dearest Madam. Now set forward. To perfect all our joys. I'll fright their glories. By what means? Observe.
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These and a thousand more affronts I must Expect: your favours draw them all upon me; In my first state I had no enemies, I was secure while I did grow beneath This expectation, humble valleyes thrive with Their bosomes full of flowers, when the hils melt With lightning, and rough anger of the clouds, Let me retire. And can Arcadius A such a breath be moved, I had opinion Your courage durst have stood a tempest for Our love, can you for this incline to leave What other Princes should in vaine have sued for? How many Lovers are in Epire now Would throw themselves on danger, not expect Oe enemy, but empty their owne veines, And thinke the losse of all their blood rewarded, To have one smile of us when they are dying? And shall this murmure shake you? Not deare Madam, My life is such a poore despised thing, In value your least graces, that To lose it were to make my selfe a victory, It is not for my selfe I feare: the envy Of others cannot fasten wound in me Greater, then that your goodnesse should be check'd So daringly. Let not those thoughts afflict thee While we have power to correct the offences Arcadius be mine, this shall confirme it. I shall forget And lose my way to heaven, that touch had beene Enough to have restor'd me, and infused A spirit of a more celestiall nature, After the tedious absence of my soule, Oh blesse me not too much, one smile a day Would stretch my life to mortality, Poets that wrap divinity in tales, Looke here, and give your coppyes forth of angels, What blessing can remaine? Our Marryage. Place then some horrors in the way For me, not you to passe, the journeys end Holds out such glories to me, I should thinke Hell but a poore degree of suffering for it, Whats that some petition, a Letter to me. Ith' minute when my vessels new lanch'd forth, With all my pride and silken winges about me I strike upon a Rocke: what power can save me? You had a Polidora; theres a name Kil'd with griefe I can so soone forget her She did impose on me this service sir, And while she lives she sayes sheele pray for you. Shee lives Thats well, and yet twere better, for my fame, And honour she were dead, what fate hath plac'd me Vpon this fearefull precipice? Hees troubled. I must resolve, my faith is violated Already, yet poore loving Polidora Will pray for me, she sayes, to thinke she can Render me hated to my selfe, and every Thought's a tormentor, let me then be just. Arcadius. That voyce prevailes agen, oh Poledora, Thou must forgive Arcadius, I dare not Turne rebell to a Princesse, I shall love Thy vertue, but a Kingdome has a charme To excuse our frailty, dearest Madam. Now set forward. To perfect all our joyes. Ile fright their glories. By what meanes? Observe.