D., J. · published 1640 · first performed or written c.1625 [revised c.1632] (Annals) comedy · Unknown · Fortune unassigned nearest T1 Death, grief and revenge · 490 words
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Good sir no more: do not call all the tears out of mine eyes; think who I am: would you did but know. I will not urge thee further: Shall we here combine, and shape our course alike, And never, never part; yet pardon me, I will not wish thee so much injury To be unknown of woman. You wish me not so well, howe'er you wish, if you wish otherwise: your misery be mine, and my enduring yours; one grave receive our bones; and he that says this Sepulchre is mine, call it Francisco's Tomb. I have a habit for thee yet unknown, or worn, But by myself: 'tis not a Furlong from the Antique Beech, Whose hollow sides conceals it: bide but here, Till I can reach it from the hidden place, And take it for thine own: though homely, Yet the coarseness will keep warm, And ward the sharpest blast. You bind me to my prayers. I'll be with thee straight. Ignorant honesty, shallow Italian, yes, live a wretch: Canst thou be so fond to think me of that mettle? hast thou eyes, and mayst, yet will not see how thou art o'er-reach: yes, do continue innocent, do, and die a fool, my friend, my friend, my very loyal friend, all friendship I forswear, save outward signs, which with my garment I cast nightly off. The father of the slain Antonio promises liberally by Proclamation to any that can bring Francisco forth. I will betray him, I will be the man shall purchase the reward: What way I curses, or care for the report the multitude shall clamour therein. I'll imitate the Lawyer, making bad words my gain. Franciscus thou wast born for my advancement: he's sunk himself, and fruitless is the hope depends on that which was, and not which is; give me the present, not precedent man. Let me not hanker for emergency, but take the instant sway, the published recompense is mine, 'tis said, 'tis mine. That any should be false— But were there no dross, gold could not be esteemed, nor nothing precious rare. Cornelia let me forget that name and nothing else. It is a month and more since she left Venice. Would I had left the world when I first saw her. And the same minute did Phemone forsake her friends and kindred: but where or whither they have betook themselves the most knowing but conjecture. How easy could we make our miseries, if we might live and die when't pleased ourselves? These strange additions to my news I add, Antonio's Carcase never could be found since yours and his contention. I left him dead: thou art still just; some beast has made that fouler beast his prey, and made up my revenge: but come with me, let us withdraw unto you thicket by, and speak at large that woeful history commixed of my proceedings, and pursueth; wilt time's our own.
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Good ſir no more: doe not call all the teares out of mine eyes; think who I am: would you did but know. I will not urge thee further: Shall we here combine, and ſhape our courſe alike, And never, never part; yet pardon me, I will not wiſh thee ſo much injury To be unknowne of woman. You wiſh me not ſo well, how e're you wiſh, if you wiſh otherwiſe: your miſery be mine, and my enduring yours; one grave receive our bones; and hee that ſayes this Sepulcher is mine, call it Franciſco's Tombe. I have a habite for thee yet unknowne, or worne, But by my ſelfe: 'tis not a Furlong from the Antique Beech, Whoſe hollow ſides conceales it: bide but here, Till I can reach it from the hidden place, And take it for thine owne: though homely, Yet the courſeneſſe will keep warme, And ward the ſharpeſt blaſt. You binde me to my prayers. Ile be with thee ſtraight. Ignorant honeſty, ſhallow Italian, yes, live a wretch: Canſt thou be ſo fond to thinke me of that mettle? haſt thou eyes, and mayſt, yet will not ſee how thou art o're-recht: yes, doe continue innocent, doe, and die a foole, my friend, my friend, my very loyall friend, all friendſhip I forſweare, ſave outward ſignes, which with my garment J caſt nightly off. The father of the ſlaine Antonio promiſes liberally by Proclamation to any that can bring Franciſco forth. I will betray him, I will be the man ſhall purchaſe the reward: What way I curſes, or care for the report the multitude ſhall clamour therein. Ile imitate the Lawyer, making bad words my gaine. Franciſcus thou waſt born for my advancement: he's ſunke himſelfe, and fruitleſſe is the hope depends on that which was, and not which is; give me the preſent, not precedent man. Let me not hanker for emergency, but take the inſtant ſway, the publiſh't recompence is mine, 'tis ſayd, 'tis mine. That any ſhould be falſe—But were there no droſſe, gold could not be eſteem'd, nor nothing precious rare. Cornelia let me forget that name and nothing elſe. It is a month and more ſince ſhe left Venice. Would I had left the world when I firſt ſaw her. And the ſame minuite did Phemone forſake her friends and kindred: but where or whither they have betook themſelves the moſt knowing but conjecture. How eaſie could wee make our miſeries, if wee might live and dye when't pleas'd our ſelves? Theſe ſtrange additions to my newes I add, Antonio's Carkaſſe never could be found ſince yours and his contention. I left him dead: thou art ſtill juſt; ſome beaſt has made that fouler beaſt his prey, and made up my revenge: but come with me, let us withdraw unto you thicket by, and ſpeake at large that woefull hiſtory commixt of my proceedings, and purſuith; wilſt time's our owne.