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 · 513 words
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But do not mock me Gentlemen, May I be bold upon your words to say I am Prince Thedosius' son. The King. You'll justify it? Sister I am very glad to see you. I am to find a brother, and resigne my glory, My triumph is my shame. Thine ear Lysimachus. Gentlemen I own Unto your loves, as large acknowledgement As to my birth for this greath onour, and My study shall be equal to be thought Worthy of both. Thou art turned Marble. There will be the less charge for my monument. This must not be, fit fast young King. Your sister sir is gone. My sister should have been my Bride, that name Puts me in mind of Polidora, ha'? Lisander, Philocles, Gentlemen, If you will have me think your hearts allow me Thedosius' son, oh quickly snatch some wings, Express it in your haste to Polidora, Tell her what title is new dropped from Heaven To make her rich; only created for me, Give her the ceremony of my Queen, With all the state that may become our Bride Attend her to this throne; are you not there? Yet stay, 'tis too much pride to send for her, we'll go ourself, no honour is enough For Polidora, to redeem our fault Salute her gently from me, and upon Your knee, present her with this diadem, 'tis our first gift, tell her Demetrius follows To be her guest, and give himself a servant To her chaste bosom, bid her stretch her heart To meet me, I am lost in joy and wonder. WHere's the captain of the Castle? he'll attend your honours presently. Give him knowledge we expect him. I shall my Lord. He is my creature, fear not, And shall run any course that we proposed. My Lord, I like the substance of your plot, 'tis promising, but matters of this consequence Are not so easily perfect, and it does Concern our heads to build upon secure Principles, though Seleucus, I confess, Carry a high, and daring spirit in him, 'tis hard to thrust upon the state new settled Any impostor, and we know not yet Whether he'll undertake to play the Prince; Or if he should accept it, with what cunning He can behave himself. My Lord, affairs Of such a glorious nature, are half finished When they begin with confidence. Admit He want no art, nor courage, it must rest Upon the people to receive his title, And with what danger their uncertain breath May flatter ours, Demetrius scarcely warm In the King's seat, I may suspect. That reason Makes for our part, for if it be so probable, That young Demetrius should be living, why May not we work them to believe Leonatus The eldest son was by some trick preserved And now would claim his own: there were two sons, Who in their father's life we supposed dead, May not we find a circumstance to make This seem as clear as tother, let the vulgar Be once possessed, we'll carry Epire from▪ Demetrius, and the world.
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But doe not mooke me Gentlemen, May I be bold upon your words to say I am Prince Thedosius sonne. The King. Youle justifie it? Sister I am very glad to see you. I am to finde a brother, and refigne my glory, My triumph is my shame. Thine eare Lisimachus. Gentlemen I owe Vnto your loves, as large acknowledgement As to my birth for this greath onour, and My study shall be equall to be thought Worthy of both. Thou art turn'd Marble. There will be the lesse charge for my monument. This must not be, fit fast young King. Your fister sir is gone. My sister should have beene my Bride, that name me in minde of Polidora, ha? Lisander, Philocles, Gentlemen, If you will have me thinke your hearts allow me Thedosius sonne, oh quickely snatch some wings, Expresse it in your haste to Polidora, Tell her what title is new dropt from Heaven To make her rich; onely created for me, Give her the ceremony of my Queene, With all the state that may become our Bride Attend her to this throne; are you not there? Yet stay, tis too much pride to send for her, Weele goe our selfe, no honour is enough For Polidora, to redeeme our fault Salute her gently from me, and upon Your knee, present her with this Diademe, Tis our first gift, tell her Demetrius followes To be her guest, and give himselfe a servant To her chaste bosome, bid her stretch her heart To meet me, I am lost in joy and wonder. VVHeres the Captaine of the Castle? Heele attend your honours presently. Give him knowledge we expect him. I shall my Lord. He is my creature, feare not, And shall runne any curse that we propod. My Lord, I like the substance of your plot, Tis promising, but matters of this consequence Are not so easily perfect, and it does Concerne our heads to build upon secure Principles, though Seleus, I confesse, Carry a high, and daring spirit in him, Tis hard to thrust upon the state new setled Any impostor, and we know not yet Whether heele undertake to play the Prince; Or if he should accept it, with what cunning He can behave himselfe. My Lord, affaires Of such a glorious nature, are halfe finish'd When they beginne with confidence. Admit He want no art, nor courage, it must rest Vpon the people to receive his title, And with what danger their uncertaine breath May flatter ours, Demetrius scarcely warme In the Kings seate, I may suspect. That reason Makes for our part, for if it be so probable, That young Demetrius should be living, why May not we worke them to beleeve Leoatus The eldest sonne was by some tricke preserv'd And now would clame his owne: there were two sons, Who in their Fathers life we supposed dead, May not we finde a circumstance to make This seeme as cleare as t'other, let the vulgar Be once possest, weele carry Epire from▪ Demetrius, and the world.