Shirley, James · published 1640 · first performed or written 1640 (Annals) pastoral; romance · Queen Henrietta Maria's Men · Phoenix/Cockpit unassigned nearest T14 Royal love, favour and dynastic relation · 496 words
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What means Zelmane to be ignorant When a Queen pleads for love, my heart will not Allow more circumstance; do not question How you became revealed, but pity her Whose bosom is tormented with those fires Thy smiles the only greater flame can quench. Pray heaven, you have your perfect senses. Then I must be plainer, and be witness love I am compelled, be witness modesty, I now must blush for thee more than myself, A man, and be so cruel to a Lady Zelmane either give consent I shall be welcome to thee, or I vow by heaven To tell Basilius what thou art, I have Patience to let him court thee as a woman But when he see's his love abuse his privacy And daughters so dishonoured hadst thou a thousand Lives they were all forfeited by this So desperate intrusion, think upon't A woman I have lost thee, whither will The tempest of my fate enforce my tongue Yet be thou kind Zelmane if thou tak'st A glory in my suffering, Philoclea Does that name startle you? Philoclea My rival now Your rival Come I am familiar with every thought Your dear saint shall repent it, for this hand Shall take again the unlucky life I gave her: Turn not Gynoecia fury I am lost In the same minute I am found, I prithee Do not forsake me heart, I never had More use of thee, great Queen can you forgive? And ask thy pardon, but believe me 'twas Your strangeness did compel me to this language I never thought that pity of another Could be a reason to betray myself But you have throughly charmed me, and I must Deliver up my thoughts, the truth is Madam I am a man, and if you dare believe me A prince, I must confess beside Gynoecia Since I came hither I have had some sprinkling of I know not what affection to Philoclea For how could I imagine such a blessedness From you, but if you mock not joys reward your pity Oh pardon the over charged Gynoecia Whose error may be yet made more excusable By the immortal name of love This grace is worth more than Zelmane, and yet I Have nothing but myself to give you for it A small but free gift, bestow me as you please My soul is narrow to receive this wide blessing. But me must be wise It were not safe to be observed stand I Discovered to none else? To none Then know I want no apprehension of what True lovers would desire, but your honour is My own, if shortly to secure 'em both You let me study an opportunity I'll bring your wishes home, and bless my stars That pointed me the glorious fate, we are Already interrupted Do this my dear Philoclea, and leave My cares to thee, I'll call Gynoecia Away, and leave you both together, how fareth the best Zelmane?
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What meanes Zelmane to be igonrant When a Queene pleads for love, my heart will not Allow more circumstance; doe not question How you became reveald, but pitty her Whose boosome is tormented with those fires Thy smiles the only greater flame can quench. Pray heaven, you have your perfect senses. Then I must be plainer, and be witnesse love I am compell'd, be witnesse modesty, I now must blush for thee more then my selfe, A man, and be so cruell to a Lady Zelmane either give consent I shall be welcome to thee, or I vow by heaven To tell Basilius what thou art, I have Patience to let him court thee as a woman But when he see's his love abuse his privacie And daughters so dishonor'd hadst thou a thousand Lives they were all forfeited by this So desperate in trusion, thinke uppon't A woman I have lost thee, wheither will Thetempest of my fate inforce my tongue Yet be thou kinde Zelmane if thou takst A glory in my suffering, Philoclea Does that name startle you? Philoclea My rivall now Your rivall Come I am familliar with every thought Your deere saint shall repent it, for this hand Shall take againe the unluckie life I gave her: Turne not Gynecia fury I am lost In the same minute I am found, I prithee Doe not forsake me heart, I never had More use of thee, great Queene can you forgive? And aske thy pardon, but beleeve me t'was Your strangenes did compell me to this language I never thought that pitty of annother Could be a reason to betray my selfe But you have throughly charm'd me, and I must Deliver up my thoughts, the truth is Madam I am a man, and if you dare beleeve me A prince, I must confesse beside Gynecia Since I came heither I have had some sprinckling of I know not what affection to Philoclea For how could I imagine such a blessednes From you, but if you mocke not Ioyes reward your pittie Oh pardon the over chardg'd Gynecia Whose error may be yet made more excusable By the immortall name of love This grace is worth more then Zelmane, and yet I Have nothing but my selfe to give you for it A small but free guift, bestow me as you please My soule is narrow to receive this wide blessing. But me must be wise It were not safe to be observ,'d stand I Discover'd to none else? To none Then know I want no apprehension of what True lovers would desire, but your honor is My owne, if shortly to secure 'em both You let me study an opportunity Ile bring your wishes home, and blesse my starrs That pointed me the glorious fate, we are Already interrupted Doe this my deere Philoclea, and leave My cares to thee, Ile call Gynecia Away, and leave you both together, how Faireth the best Zelmane?