Rawlins, Thomas · published 1640 · first performed or written 1638 [1637-1639] (Annals) tragedy · King's Revels Company unassigned nearest T59 Spanish courts: war, honour and courtshi · 481 words
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Why how now friend, what talking to thyself? O Giovanno 'tis my unpartial thoughts, That rise in war against my guilty conscience; O it stings me! Be more a man, shrink not beneath a weight So light, a child may bear it; for believe me, If my Prophetic fear deceive me not, You had done an act, Spain should for ever praise Had you killed Machvile to. As how good Master? I must call you so; This is your Livery. O you're noble Tailor. But to Machvile It was my chance, being sent for, by his wife To take the measure of their noble prisoner; Who when I came was busy, being placed Into a room, where I might easily hear Them talk of Crowns, and Kingdoms; And of two that should be partners in this End of Spain. Who were they? Machvile and Raimond, at last Machvile laughed Saying, for this I made the Governor To cross Antonio at the Counsel board: Knowing that one must, if not both should die. Did he say this? He did, and added more under a feigned show Of love to Justice, banished your sister. Is Evadne banished? She is, and as I guess to Flanders, her woman too has left her. Nay droop not friend; Host, pray tell proud Machvile, I have a sword left to chastise A Traitor: come, let's go seek Evadne. O Antonio, the sudden grief almost, distracts Thy friend; but come, let's go each several, And meet at Fill-ford: if thou findest Evadne, Bear her unto the Castle. Farewell good master. O you honour me. Bootless were all persuasions, they'll not stay. I'll to the King; this treason may become Like a disease, out of the reach of Physic: And may infect past care if let alone. Erect thy head my Raymond, be more tall Than daring Atlas, but more safely wise: Sustain no burden but the politic care: Of being great; till thou achieve the City's axle-tree, and wave it as thou list. Hast thou no skill in Magic, that thou hits So just upon my thoughts, thy tongue is tipped Like Nature's miracle; that draws the steel With unresisted violence: I can not keep A secret to myself, but thy prevailing Rhetoric ravishes and leaves my breast Like to an empty Casket, that once was blessed With keeping of a jewel I durst, not trust the Air with, 'twas so precious: pray be careful. You do not doubt me? No, were you a woman made of such course ingrediances as the common, which in our trivial phrase we call mere women; I would not trust thee with a Cause so weighty, that the discovery did endanger this, this hair; that when 'tis gone a Lynx cannot miss it: but you are— I want expressions, 'tis not common words can speak you truly, you are more than woman.
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Why how now friend, what talking to thy selfe? O Giovanno 'tis my unpartiall thoughts, That rise in war against my guilty conscience; O it stings me! Be more a man, shrinke not beneath a weight So light, a child may beare it; for beleeve me, If my Propheticke feare deceive me not, You had done an act, Spaine should for ever praise Had you kild Machvile to. As how good Master? I must call you so; This is your Livery. O y'are noble Tayler. But to Machvile It was my chance, being sent for, by his wife To take the measure of their noble prisoner; Who when I came was busie, being plac'd Into a roome, where I might easily heare Them talke of Crownes, and Kingdomes; And of two that should be partners in this End of Spaine. Who were they? Machvile and Raimond, at last Machvile laught Saying, for this I made the Governour To crosse Antonio at the Counsell bord: Knowing that one must, if not both sho'd dye. Did he say this? He did, and added more under a feigned show Of love to Justice, banisht your sister. Is Evadne banisht? She is, and as I ghesse to Flanders, her woman too has left her. Nay droope not friend; Host, pray tell proud Machvile, I have a sword left to chastise A Traitor: come, let's goe seeke Evadne. O Antonio, the suddaine griefe almost, distracts Thy friend; but come, let's goe each several1, And meete at Fill-ford: if thou findest Evadne, Beare her unto the Castle. Farewell good master. O you honour me. Bootelesse were all perswasions, they'le not stay. I'le to the King; this treason may become Like a disease, out of the reach of Phisicke: And may infect past care if let alone. Erect thy head my Raymond, be more tall Then daring Atlas, but more safely wise: Sustaine no burthen but the politicke care: Of being great; till thou atcheive the Cities Axeltree, and wave it as thou list. Hast thou no skill in Magick, that thou hits So just upon my thoughts, thy tongue is tipt Like Natures miracle; that drawes the steele With unresisted violence: I can not keepe A secret to my selfe, but thy prevailing Rhetoricke ravishes and leaves my breast Like to an empty Casket, that once was blest With keeping of a Iewell I durst, not trust the Ayre with, 'twas so precious: pray be carefull. You doe not doubt me? No, were you a woman made of such course ingrediances as the common, which in our triveall phrase we call meere women; I wou'd not trust thee with a Cause so weighty, that the discovery did indanger this, this haire; that when 'tis gone a Linxe cannot misse it: but you are—I want expressions, 'tis not common words can speake you truely, you are more than woman.