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 T53 The crown: kingship claimed, resigned an · 487 words
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I could be pleased To see my son a King. The Captaives here. I wait your lordship's pleasure. We come to visit your late prisoners, I will not doubt, but you entreat him fairly He will deserve it for himself, and you Be fortunate in any occasion To have expressed your service. Sir, the knowledge Of my honourable Lord his Father, will Instruct me to behave myself with all Respects becoming me, to such a son. These things will least Oblige you, but how bears he his restraint? As one whose soul's above it. Patiently? With contempt rather of the great command Which made him prisoner, he will talk sometimes So strangely to himself. he's here. Why was I borne to be a subject? 'tis Soon answered, sure my Father was no Prince, That's all, the same ingredience use to make A man, as active, though not royal blood Went to my composition, and I Was gotten with as good a will perhaps, And my birth cost my mother as much sorrow, As I had been borne an Emperor. While I look Upon him, something in his face presents A King indeed. He does resemble much Thedosius too. Whose son we would pretend him, This will advance our plot, 'tis but a name, And mere opinion, that prefers one man Above another, I'll imagine then I am a P rinse, or some brave thing on earth, And see what follows, but it must not be My single voice will carry it, the name Of King must be attended with a troop Of acclamations, on whose airy Wings He mounts, and once exalted threatens Heaven, And all the stars: how to acquire this noise, And be the thing I talk of, men have rise From a more cheap nobility to Empires, From dark originals, and sordid blood, Nay some that had no fathers, sons of the earth, And flying people, have aspired to kingdoms, Made nations tremble, any have practised frowns To awe the world, their memory is glorious, And I would hug them in their shades, but what's All this to me; that am I know not what, And less in expectation? Are you serious? Will you assist, and run a fate with us. Command my life, I own it to your favour. Arcadius was once as far from being As I, and had we not so cunningly Been reconciled, or one, or both had gone To seek our fortunes in another world; What's the device now? If my death be next, The summons shall not make me once look pale. Chide your too vain suspicions, we bring A life, and liberty, with what else can make Thy ambition happy, thoust a glorious flame We come to advance it. How? Have but a will, And be what thy own thoughts dare prompt thee to, A King. You do not mock me Gentlemen, You are my father sir.
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I could be pleasd To see my sonne a King. The Captaiues here. I waite your Lordships pleasure. We come to visit your late prisoner ▪ I will not doubt, but you intreate him fairely He will deserve I for himselfe, and you Be fortunate in any occasion To have exprest your service. Sir, the knowledge Of my honourable Lord his Father, will Instruct me to behave my selfe with all Respects becomming me, to such a sonne. These things will least Obleige you, but how beares he his restraint? As one whose soule's above it. Patiently? With contempt rather of the great command Which made him prisoner, he will talke sometimes So strangely to himselfe. Hee's here. Why was I borne to be a subject? 'tis Soone answer'd, sure my Father was no Prince, Thats all, the same ingredience use to make A man, as active, though not royall blood Went to my composition, and I Was gotten with as good a will perhaps, And my birth cost my mother as much sorrow, As I had beene borne an Emperour. While I looke Vpon him, something in his face presents A King indeed. He does resemble much Thedosius too. Whose sonne we would pretend him, This will advance our plot, Tis but a name, And meere opinion, that preferres one man Above another, Ile imagine thn I am a P rince, or some brave thing on earth, And see what followes, but it must not be My fingle voyce will carry it, the name Of King must be attended with a troope Of acclamations, on whose ayrie Wings He mounts, and once exalted threatens Heaven, And all the starres: how to acquire this noyse, And be the thing I talke of, men have rise From a more cheape nobility to Empires, From darke originalls, and sordid blood, Nay some that had no fathers, sons of the earth, And flying people, have aspir'd to Kingdomes, Made nations tremble, any have practis'd frownes To awe the world, their memory is glorious, And I would hugge them in their shades, but whats All this to me; that am I know not what, And lesse in expectation? Are you serious? Will you assist, and runne a fate with us. Command my life, I owe it to your favour. Arcadius was once as farre from being As I, and had we not so cunningly Beene reconcil'd, or one, or both had gone To seeke our fortunes in another world; What's the devie now? If my death be next, The summons shall not make me once looke pale. Chide your too vaine suspitions, we bring A life, and liberty, with what else can make Thy ambiion happie, th'ast a glorious flame We come to advance it. How? Have but a will, And be what thy owne thoughts dare prompt thee to, A King. You doe not moke me Gentlemen, You are my father sir.