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 · 483 words
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So, so, I see Demetrius heels already Tripped up, and I'll dispatch him out o'th' way, Which gone, I can depose this at my leisure Being an Impostor, than my son stands fair, And may piece with the Princess, we lose time, What think you, if we first surprise the Court, While you command the Castle, we shall curb All opposition. Let's proclaim him first. I have some faction, the people love me, They gained to us, we'll fall upon the Court. Unless Demetrius yield himself he bleeds. Who dares call treason sin, when it sueceeds? Madam, you are too passionate, and lose The greatness of your soul, with the expense Of too much grief, for that which providence Hath eased you of, the burden of a state Above your tender bearing. thou'rt a fool, And canst not reach the spirit of a Lady, Borne great as I was, and made only less By a too cruel destiny, above Our tender bearing? what goes richer to The composition of man, than ours? Our soul as free, and spacious, our heart's As great, our will as large, each thought as active, And in this only man more proud than we, That would have us less capable of Empire, But search the stories, and the name of Queen Shines bright with glory, and some precedents Above man's imitation. I grant it For the honour of our sex, nor have you, Madam, By any weakness forfeited command, He that succeeds, in justice, was before you, And you have gained more in a royal brother Than you could lose by your resigne of Epire. This I allow Charilla, I ha' done; 'tis not the thought I am deposed afflicts me, At the same time I feel a joy to know My Brother living: no, there is another Wound in me above cure. Virtue forbidden. Canst find me out a Surgeon for that? For what? My bleeding fame. Oh do not injure Your own clear innocence. Do not flatter me, I have been guilty of an act, will make All love in women questioned, is not that A blot upon a virgin's name? my birth Cannot extenuate my shame, I am Become the stain of Epire. 'tis but Your own opinion, Madam, which presents Something to fright yourself, which cannot Be in the same shape so horrid to our sense. Thou wod'st but canst not appear ignorant, Did not the Court, nay, the whole kingdom, take Notice I loved Lysimachus? True Madam. No. I was false Though counselled by my Father to affect him, I had my politic ends upon Cassander, To be absolute Queen, flattering his son with hopes Of love and marriage, when that very day I blush to think I wronged Lysimachus, That noble Gentleman, but heaven punished me; For though to know Demetrius was a blessing, Yet who will not impute it my dishonour.
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So, so, I see Demetrius heeles already Trip'd up, and Ile dispatch him out oth' way, Which gone, I can depose this at my leasure Being an Impostor, then my sonne stands faire, And may peece with the Princesse, we lose time, What thinke you, if we first surprize the Court, While you command the Castle, we shall curbe All opposition. Let's proclaime him first. I have some faction, the people love me, They gain'd to us, weele all upon the Court. Vnlesse Demetrius yeeld himselfe he bleeds. Who dares call treason sinne, when it sueceeds? Madam, you are too passionate, and lose The greatnesse of your soule, with the expence Of too much griefe, sor that which providence Hath eas'd you of, the burden of a state Above your tender bearing. Thar't a foole, And canst not reach the spirit of a Lady, Borne great as I was, and made onely lesse By a too cruell destiny, above Our tender bearing? what goes richer to The composition of man, then ours? Our soule as free, and spacious, our heart's As great, our will as large, each thought as active, And in this onely man more proud then wee, That would have us lesse capable of Empire, But search the stories, and the name of Queene Shines bright with glory, and some precedents Above mans imitation. I grant it For the honour of our sex, nor have you, Madam, By any weakenesse forfeited command, He that succeeds, in justice, was before you, And you have gain'd more in a royall brother Then you could lose by your refigne of Epire. This I allow Charilla, I ha done; Tis not the thought I am deposd afflicts me, At the same time I feele a joy to know My Brother living: no, there is another Wound in me above cure. Vertue forbid. Canst finde me out a Surgeon for that? For what? My bleeding fame. Oh doe not injure Your owne cleare innocence. Doe not flatter me, I have beene guilty of an act, will make All love in women questioned, is not that A blot upon a Virgins name? my birth Cannot extenuate my shame, I am Become the staine of Epire. Tis but Your owne opinon, Madam, which presents Something o fright your selfe, which cannot Be in the same shape so horrid to our sense. Thou wod'st but canst not appeare ignorant, Did not the Court, nay, the whole Kingdome, take Notice I lov'd Lisimachus? True Madam. No. I was false Though counseld by my Father to affect him, I had my politicke ends upon Cassander, To be absolute Queene, flattering his son with hopes Of love and marriage, when that very day I blush to thinke I wrong'd Lisimachus, That noble Gentleman, but heaven punish'd me; For though to know Demetrius was a blessing, Yet who will not impute it my dishonour.