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 T34 Thebes and royal catastrophe: siege, sla · 483 words
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Our enemy desires some parley sir. 'Tis not amiss to hear their proposition. I'll wait upon you. Thou art my angel, and canst best instruct me, Boldly present ourselves, you'll with Cassander. And in death be blessed To find your charity. Lysimachus, Madam. They will not miss your presence, the small time Is spent in ask of a question. I wait your pleasure. Sat I have a suit to you. To me? it must be granted. If you have canceled your kind opinion of me, Deny me not to know, who hath succeeded Sophia in your heart. I beg the name Of your new Mistress. You shall know her Madam, If but these tumults cease, and fate allow us To see the Court again, I hope you'll bring No mutiny against her, but this is No time to talk of Love, let me attend you. I must expect, till you are pleased to satisfy My poor request, conduct me at your pleasure. They are too slow, dispatch new messengers, To entreatem fairly hither, I am ecstasied, Were you witness for me too, is it possible I am what this affirms, true Leonatus, And were you not my father, was I given In trust to you an Infant? 'tis a truth, Our soul's bound to acknowledge, you supplied The absence and opinion of my son, Who died but to make you my greater care I know not of Demetrius, but supposed Him dead indeed, as Epire thought you were, Your father's character doth want no testimony, Which but compared with what concerns Demetrius Will prove itself King Theodosius act, Your royal Father. I am subscribed to both his Legacies By oath obliged to secrecy, until Thus fairly summoned to reveal the trust. Cassander had no thought you would prove thus. To whose policy I gave this aim, although He wrought you up to serve but as his engine To batter young Demetrius, for it was Your father's prudent jealousy, that made him Give out your early deaths, as if his soul Prophesied his own first, and feared to leave Either of you to the unsafe protection, Of one whose study would be to supplant Your right, and make himself the King of Epire. Your sister fair Sophia in your father's Life, was designed to marry with Lysimachus That guarded her, although she used some art To quit her pupillage, and being absolute, Declared love to Demetrius, which enforced Macarius to discover first your brother. No more, lest you destroy again Leonatus, With wonder of his fate, are they not come yet? Something it was, I felt within my envy Of young Demetrius' fortune, there were seeds Scattered upon my heart, that made it swell With thought of Empire, Princes I see cannot Be totally eclipsed, but wherefore stays Demetrius, and Sophia, at whose names A gentle spirit walked upon my blood. They are here,
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Our enemy desires some parley sir. 'Tis not amisse to heare their proposition. Ile waite upon you. Thou art my angell, and canst best instruct me, Boldly present our selves, you'le with Cassander. And in death be blest To finde your charity. Lisimachus, Madam. They will not misse your presence, the small time Is spent in asking of a question. I waite your pleasure. Sit I have a suite to you. To me? it must be granted. If you have Cancell'd your kinde opinion of me, Deny me not to know, who hath succeeded Sophia in your heart. I beg the name Of your new Mistresse. You shall know her Madam, If but these tumults cease▪ and fate allow us To see the Court agen, I hope youle bring No mutiny against her, but this is No time to talke of Love, let me attend you. I must expect, till you are pleasd to satisfie My poore▪ request▪ conduct me at your pleasure▪ They are too slow, dispatch new messengers, To entreatem fairely hither, I am extasied, Were you witnesse for me too, is it possible I am what this affirmes▪ true Leonatus▪ And were you not my father, was I given In trust to you an Infant? Tis a truth, Our soule's bound to acknowledge▪ you supply'd The absence and opinion of my sonne, Who dyed but to make you my greater care I know not of Demetrius, but suppos'd Him dead indeed, as Epire thought you were, Your Fathers character doth want no testimony, Which but compar'd with what concernes Demetrius Will prove it selfe King Theodosius act, Your royall Father. I am subscrib'd to both his Legacies By oath oblig'd to secresie, untill Thus fairely summon'd to reveale the trust. Cassander had no thought you would prove thus. To whose policy I gave this aime, although He wrought you up to serve but as his engine To batter young Demetrius, for it was Your Fathers prudent jealousie, that made him Give out your earely deaths, as if his soule Prophesi'd his owne first, and fear'd to leave Either of you to the unsafe protection, Of one whose study would be to supplant Your right, and make himselfe the King of Epire. Your sister faire Sophia in your Fathers Life, was design'd to marry with Lisimachus That guarded her, although she us'd some art To quit her pupillage, and being abso'ute, Declar'd love to Demetrius, which enforc'd Macarius to discover first your brother. No more, least you destroy agen Leonatus▪ With wonder of his fate, are they not come yet? Something it was, I felt within my envy Of young Demetrius fortune, there were seeds Scatterd upon my heart, that made it swell With thought of Empire, Princes I see cannot Be totally eclipst, but wherefore stayes Demetrius, and Sophia, at whose names A gentle spirit walk'd upon my blood. They are here,