Shirley, James · published 1640 · first performed or written 1640 (Annals) pastoral; romance · Queen Henrietta Maria's Men · Phoenix/Cockpit unassigned nearest T1 Death, grief and revenge · 500 words
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Return, why whether are you going so far from the lodge this is the way to the sea umh, I guest treason, are not you an't shall please your Ladyship running away with this Gentleman He said she was his wife I do not like him Lay hands on him again, well thought upon you shall justify yourselves before the King Dare you go to the King without a pardon 'Tis the only way to procure one Rather go with us, and, as I am— What are you I am— I know not we'll teach you to know yourself; away with 'em we are all made villains and Rebels. Zelmane has abused me Chide not her 'Twas mine own plot to try your constancy. Death cease upon Zelmane for his coming But I will be revenged, when did I fall From my high birth; in what lascivious action Lost I my fame, that this Basilius should wrong his own Gynoecia I am ashamed, I prithee chide no more. She gave me sure some philtre to betray My blood to this dishonour. Though your lust Missed the enjoying him for whom your heart Grew wanton, yet the sin cannot be purged They are adulterate sheets, and those embraces Which locked mine arms thy guilt, not one warm kiss But was intended for Zelmane's lips Oh my fate Prithee forgive The silence which I used I wished might save my modesty a language To accuse you now; indeed you have done ill Touse me thus My love to thee hereafter Shall redeem all, wound me no more I prithee If vice have so possessed you that my bed Is now grown hateful, make me not the scorn Of all your kingdom, send me home again To Argos to wear out my life in weeping My Lord has quite forsaken me Not for The crowns of Greece, and all the world dear dearest Gynoecia pardon thou hast saved mine honour Destroy me not again, on what a rock (Had not thy goodness rescued me) had I Been ever ship wracked, take me to thy love, A sad man for my fault, never, oh never Shall such unworthy thoughts corrupt my heart To leave a chaste wife I do freely pardon this error Then I am straight again But Zelmane shall account dearly for this unless he satisfy My furious blood, new welcome to my bosom A cup of wine would crown our reconcilement As I remember in the cave I saw A golden bottle Your Majesty may taste on't, but I meant it A draught for false Zelmane, it being virtual To increase affection, to me a gift My mother's love bestowed when I was married To Basilius if ever he grew cold To quicken his desires, I never yet Made trial It is the gods Nepenthe, or a drink more precious I prithee give't a name, and if my kingdom Afford th'ingredients let me taste it often; Ha Gynoecia where am I?
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Returne, why whether are you going so farre from the lodge this is the way to the sea Vmh, I guest treason, are not you an't shall please your Ladyship running away with this Gentleman He said she was his wife I doe not like him Lay hands on him agen, well thought upon you shall Iustifie your selves before the King Dare you goe to the King without a pardon 'Tis the only way to procure one Rather goe with us, and, as I am— What are you I am—I know not Weel teach you to know your selfe; away with 'em we are all made Villaines and Rebells. Zelmane has abus'd me Chide not her 'Twas mine owne plot to trie your constancie. Death cease upon Zelmane for his comming But I will be reveng'd, when did I fall From my high birth; in what lascivious action Lost I my fame, that this Basilius should wrong his owne Gynecia I am asham'd, I prithee chide no more. She gave me sure some philter to betray My bloud to this dishonor. Tho your lust Mist the enjoying him for whom your heart Grew wanton, yet the sin cannot be purg'd They are adulterate sheetes, and those embraces Which lock'd mine armes thy guilt, not one warme kisse But was intended for Zelmanes lips Oh my fate Prithee forgive The silence which I vs'd I wish'd might save my modesty a language To accuse you now; indeede you have done ill Touse me thus My love to thee hereafter Shall redeeme all, wound me no more I prithee If vice have so possest you that my bed Is now growne hatefull, make me not the scorne Of all your kingdome, send me home agen To Argos to weare out my life in weeping My Lord has quite forsaken me Not for The crownes of Greece, and all the world deere deerest Gynecia pardon thou hast sau'd mine honor Destroy me not agen, on what a rocke (Had not thy goodnes rescued me) had I Been ever ship wrack'd, take me to thy love, A sad man for my fault, never, oh never Shall such unworthy thoughts corrupt my heart To leave a chaste wife I doe freely pardon this error Then I am straite agen But Zelmane shall accompt Deerely for this unlesse he satisfie My furious bloud, new welcome to my bosome A cup of wine would crowne our reconcilement As I remember in the cave I saw A golden bottle Your Majestie may taste on't, but I meant it A draught for false Zelmane, it being virtuall To increase affection, to me a guift My mothers love bestow'd when I was married To Basilius if ever he grew cold To quicken his desires, I never yet Made tryall It is the gods Nepenthe, or a drinke more precious I prithee giv'ta name, and if my kingdome Afford th'ingredients let me tast it often; Ha Gynecia where am I?