Shirley, James · published 1640 · first performed or written 1631 [licensed for stage, Nov 14] (Annals) tragedy · Queen Henrietta Maria's Men · Phoenix/Cockpit unassigned nearest T14 Royal love, favour and dynastic relation · 500 words
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To take off your fears Although we need not give you satisfaction, By this white brow, she is as pure as when She came to Court. Oh let Sebastian fall Lower sir, I beseech you tread upon me So you will still be honest to my child, She is all my comfort rise. But will you not Hereafter study to betray her innocence? Or give her licence to return with me? I'll ask no more assurance, grant but this And when we are at home, it shall oblige us Beside the duties we already owe In heart to pray for you We are not pleased, she should depart. Then I'll unthank your Goodness And dare thus boldy tell your highness, laws Are most unjust that punish petty thieves And let the great ones scape, We are yet patient. Dear sir Princes may take our children from us, not To advance but kill their names, corrupt their virtues; When needy men, that steal to feed their lives Are doomed to the gallows. Take the frantic hence. Take hence the ravisher Sebastian. Although he ravish not Eubella From herself, yet he does ravish A daughter from her father, and i'll voice it Through every street, I am not bound to whisper When griefs so loud within me. Place him where his noise may make his own headache not others, This liberty of tongue shall be corrected It will but spread thy infamy, when men Shall speak my cause, and thy lasciviousness Which I will tell so often to the stones The vault shall be ashamed to echo thee Eubella Away with him Do bury me alive, be strong Eubella And let not death by my example shake thee. This may incline her, do not weep Eubella They are not worth a tear, yet 'tis within Thy power to ransom their bold heads, were they Humbled tooth block, this Pity shows a child But Princes lose their awe that are too mild. Where's your Lady? In her Chamber. who's with her? None but the Gentleman you left here Hippolito? I won't have so base a thought— Ilt to 'em, Yet, you may go and say I am returned and wish her presence. Ha? there is something busy with my brain And in the shape of jealousy presents A thousand fears, they have been very loving Since we were married; thou soul's corrupter Who sent thee to me? to distract my peace, Be gone, be gone, and scatter thy foul seeds Upon a ground that will be fruitful to thee. The innocence I carry in my breast Arms me against the thoughts of others treason, My friend, my wife? the very names are sacred And like the heads of Saints, and holy Martyrs Invested with such glorious beams they strike Conspiracy blind, how now, what's in thy face? Oh sir? What's the matter? Would you could understand without my tongue How does thy Lady My Lady is— Ha. why dost pause villain? answer me
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To take off your feares Although we neede not give you satisfaction, By this white brow, she is as pure as when She came to Court. Oh let Sebstian fall Lower sir, I beseech you tread upon me So you will still be honest to my child, She is all my comfort rise. But will you not Hereafter study to betray her innocence? Or give her licence to returne with me? Ile aske no more assurance, grant but this And when we are at home, it shall oblige us Beside the duties we already owe In heart to pray for you We are not pleasd, she should depart. Then Ile vnthanke your Goodnesse And dare thus boldy tell your highnesse, lawes Are most unjust that punish petty theeves And let the great ones scape, We are yet patient. Deere sir Princes may take our children from us, not To aduance but kill their names, corrupt their vertues; When needy men, that steale to feed their lives Are doo'md to the Gallouse. Take the frantick hence. Take hence the ravisher Sebastian. Although he ravish not Eubella From her selfe, yet he does ravish A daughter from her father, and ile voice it Through every streete, I am not bound to whisper When griefes so loud within me. Place him where his noise may make his owne headake not others, This liberty of tongue shall be corrected It will but spread thy infamy, when men Shall speake my cause, and thy lasciviousnes Which I will tell so often to the stones The vault shall be ashamd to eccho thee Eubella Away with him Do bury me alive, be strong Eubella And let not death by my example shake thee. This may incline her, do not weepe Eubella They are not worth a teare, yet tis within Thy power to ransome their bold heads, were they Humbled toth block, this Pitty shewes a child But Princes loose their awe that are too mild. Where's your Lady? In her Chamber. Whoe's with her? None but the Gentleman you left here Hippolito? I wonot have so base a thought—Ilt to e'm, Yet, you may go and say I am returnd and wish her presence. Ha? there is something busie with my braine And in the shape of jealousie presents A thousand feares, they have beene very loving Since we were married; thou soules corrupter Who sent thee to me? to distract my peace, Be gon, be gon, and scatter thy foule seedes▪ Vpon a ground that will be fruitfull to thee. The innocence I carry in my breast Armes me against the thoughts of others treason, My friend, my wife? the very names are sacred And like the heads of Saints, and holy Martyrs Invested with such glorious beames they strike Conspiracy blind, how now, whats in thy face? Oh sir? Whats the matter? Would you could understand without my tongue How does thy Lady My Lady is— Ha▪ why dost pause vilaine? answer me