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 · 478 words
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I'll say any thing here Lysimachus. Dear brother hear him. Sir, I come to yield Myself your prisoner, if my father have Raised an Impostor to supplant your title Which I suspect and inwardly do bleed for. I shall not only by the tender of Myself declare my innocence, but either By my unworthy life secure your person, Or by what death you shall impose, reward The unexpected treason. Brave young man, Did you not hear him brother? I am not minded. Be witness Madam, I resign my heart It never was another's, you declare Too great a satisfaction, I hope This will destroy your jealousy, Remember now your danger. I despise it, What fate dares injure me? Yet hear me sir. Forgive me Polidora, you are happy, My hopes are removed farther, I had thought Lysimachus had meant you for his mistress, 'tis misery to feed, and not know where To place my jealousy. Now 'tis too late, You may be deaf, until the Cannon make, You find your sense, we are shut up now by A troop of Horse, thank yourself. They will Admit conditions. And allow us quarter. We are all lost. Be comforted. News my Lord Cassander sent by the new King. To bear us company. Not as prisoner? It does appear no otherwise, the soldiers Declare how much they love him, by their noise Of scorn, and joy to see him so rewarded. It cannot be. You'll find it presently, He curses the new King, talks treason 'gainst him As nimble as he were in's shirt, he's here, Oh let me beg until my knees take root Ith' earth, sir, can you pardon me? For what? For Treason, desperate, most malicious treason I have undone you sir. It does appear You had a will. I'll make you all the rencompencen I can, But ere you kill me hear me, know the man, Whom I to serve my unjust ends, advanced To your throne, is an impostor, a mere counterfeit, Eubulus son. It is not then our brother? An insolent usurper, proud, and bloody Seleucus, is no leprosy upon me? There is not punishment enough in nature To quit my horrid act, I have not in My stock of blood to satisfy with weeping, Nor could my soul though melted to a flood Within me, gush out tears to wash my stain off. How? an Impostor, what will become on's now? We are at his mercy. Sir, the people's hearts Will come to their own dwelling, when they see I dare accuse myself, and suffer for it, Have courage then young King, thy fate cannot Be long compelled. Rise, our misfortune Carries this good, although it lose our hopes, It makes you friend with virtue, we'll expect What providence will do. You are too merciful. Our duties shall beg heaven still to prenserve you.
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Ile say any thing here Lisimachus. Deare brother heare him. Sir, I come to yeeld My selfe your prisoner, if my father have Raisd an Impostor to supplant your title Which I suspect and inwardly doe bleed for. I shall not onely by the tender of My selfe declare my innocence, but either By my unworthy life secure your person, Or by what death you shall impose, reward The unexpected treason. Brave young man, Did you not heare him brother? I am not minded. Be witnesse Madam, I resigne my heart It never was anothers, you declare Too great a satisfaction, I hope This will destroy your jealousie, Remember now your danger. I dispise it, What fate dares injure me? Yet heare me sir. Forgive me Polidora, you are happy, My hopes are remov'd farther, I had thought Lisimachus had meant you for his mistresse, Tis misery to feed, and not know where To place my jealousie. Now tis too late, You may be deafe, untill the Cannon make, You finde your sence, we are shut up now by A troupe of Horse, thanke your selfe. They will Admit conditions. And allow us qarter. We are all lost. Be comforted. Newes my Lord Cassander sent by the new King. To beare us company. Not as prisoner? It does appeare no otherwise, the souldiers Declare how much they love him, by their noyse Of scorne, and joy to see him so rewarded. It cannot be. Youle finde it presently, He curses the new King, talkes treason gainst him As nimble as he were in's shirt, he's here, Oh let me beg untill my knees take roote Ith' earth, sir, can you pardon me? For what? For Treason, desperate, most malicious treason I have undone you sir▪ It does appeare You had a will. Ile make you all the rēcompencē I can, But ere you kill me heare me, know the man, Whom I to serve my unjust ends, advanc'd To your throne, is an impostor, a meere countereit, Eubulus sonne. It is not then our brother? An insolent usurper, proud, and blooddy Seleucus, is no leprosie upon me? There is not punishment enough in nature To quit my horrid act, I have not in My stocke of blood to satisfie with weeping, Nor could my soule though melted to a flood Within me, gus out teares to wash my staine off. How? an Impostor, what will become on's now? We are at his mercy. Sir, the peoples hearts Will come to their owne dwelling, when they see I dare accuse my selfe, and suffer for it, Have courage then young King, thy ate cannot Be long compell'd. Rise, our misfortune Carries this good, although it lose our hopes, It makes you friend with vertue, weele expect What providence will doe. You are too mercifull. Our duties shall beg heaven still to prēserve you.