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 · 468 words
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FOr this discovery be still Antonio, The frowning Law, may with a furrowed face Hereafter look upon; but ne'er shall touch They condemned body. Here from a king's hand, Take thy Aurelia; our command shall smooth The rising billows of her Father's rage, And charm it to a calm: let one be sent To certify our pleasure, we would see him. Your graces Will shall be in all obeyed. Thy loyal love, makes thy King poor. Let not your judgement, Royal sir, be questioned, To term that love, was but a subject's duty. You sent the poison, did you? Yes, and it like your grace, the Apothecary Called it a strong provocative to madness. Did not he question what you used it for? O my disguise saved him that labour, sir, My habit, that was more Physician than myself, Told him 'twas to dispatch some property That had been tortured with five thousand drugs To try experiment: another man shan't buy the quantity of so much Ratsbane Shall kill a Flea, but shall be had forsooth Before a Justice, be questioned; nay, perhaps Confined to peep throw an Iron grate: When your Physician may poison, who Not, cum privilegio: it is his trade. O my Sebastine. Peace my Avadne, the King must not yet know me. My brother has already made you known. will't please your Highness? What Sabastiano, to be still a King Of Universal Spain, without a Rival? Yes, it does please me, and you ministers Of my still growing greatness, shall ere long Find I am pleased with you, the boldly durst Pluck from the fixed arm of sleeping Justice Her long sheathed sword; and whet the rusty blade Upon the bones of Machville, and his Confederate Rebels. That my Lord is yet to do, let him mount higher. That his fall may be too deep for a resurrection; They're gone to the great Hall, whither wilt please your Grace disguised to go, your person by our care shall be Secure. Their French troops I have sent as useless into France, by virtue of Raimond's Ring, which he gave Me to bid the General by that token To march to this City. What say the Colonels will they assist me? Doubt not my Lord. Come then, let's go guarded, with such as you 'Twere sin to fear, were all the world untrue. Now for the credit of Tailors. Nay, Master and we do not act as they say, With any Players in the Globe of the world, Let us be baited like a Bull for a company of Strutting Coxcombs: nay we can act I can tell you. Well I must to the King; see you be perfect, I'll move it to his Highness. Now my Masters are we to do; d'ye mark me, do—
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FOr this discovery be still Antonio, The frowning Law, may with a furrowed face Hereafter looke upon; but nere shall touch They condemn'd body. Here from a Kings hand, Take thy Aurelia; our command shall smooth The rising billowes of her Fathers rage, And charme it to a calme: let one be sent To certifie our pleasure, we wo'd see him. Your graces Wil shall be in all obey'd. Thy loyall love, makes thy King poore. Let not your judgement, Royall sir, be question'd, To terme that love, was but a subjects duty. You sent the poyson, did you? Yes, and it like your grace, the Apothecary Cald it a strong provocative to madnesse. Did not he question what you us'd it for? O my disguise saved him that labour, sir, My habit, that was more Physitian than my selfe, Told him 'twas to dispatch some property That had beene torter'd with five thousand drugges To try experiment: another man Sha'nt buy the quantity of so much Rats-bane Shall kill a Flea, but shall be had forsooth Before a Justice, be question'd; nay, perhaps Confin'd to peepe throw an Iron grate: When your Physitian may poyson, who Not, cum privilegio: it is his trade. O my Sebastine. Peace my Avadne, the King must not yet know me. My brother has already made you knowne. Wil't please your Highnesse? What Sabastiano, to be still a King Of Universall Spaine, without a Rivall? Yes, it does please me, and you ministers Of my still growing greatnesse, shall e're long Find I am pleas'd with you, the boldly durst Plucke from the fixed arme of sleeping Justice Her long sheath'd sword; and whet the rusty blade Upon the bones of Machville, and his Confederate Rebells. That my Lord is yet to doe, let him mount higher. That his fall may be too deep for a resurrection; They're gone to the great Hall, whither wilt please your Grace disguised to goe, your person by our care shall be Secure. Their French troopes I have sent as uselesse into France, by vertue of Raimonds Ring, which he gave Me to bid the Generall by that token To march to this City. What say the Colonells will they assist me? Doubt not my Lord. Come then, lets goe guarded, with such as you 'Twere sinne to feare, were all the world untrue. Now for the credit of Taylers. Nay, Master and we doe not act as they say, With any Players in the Globe of the world, Let us be baited like a Bull for a company of Strutting Coxecombes: nay we can act I can tell you. Well I must to the King; see you be perfect, Ile move it to his Highnesse. Now my Masters are we to doe; d'e marke me, doe—