Shirley, James · published 1640 · first performed or written 1640 (Annals) pastoral; romance · Queen Henrietta Maria's Men · Phoenix/Cockpit unassigned nearest T38 Death, parting and grief at court · 483 words
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Here my Lord I think I am deceived, my tongue o'th' sudden draws backward; and my limbs grow very feeble Ha, oh-farwell. My Lord, my Lord, Basilius, oh he's dead If he be poisoned I have made fair work Dear husband, then for ever mourn Gynoecia The gods have punished thy lascivious heat With hasty justice, hath my care so long Almost religiously preserved this drink To kill thus in a minute; oh my soul Doth feel a scorpion, and my lust appears Circled with thousand furies Treason treason do set out your throat here; and let me alone to roar treason in the ears of my Lord Philonax— I should ha'been the town crier Make haste. Oh yes treason, When you have spent your voices, let your eyes Speak a more killing language Ha, the Queen, Madam Pamela, is gone No matter for Pamela, look here shepherds Here lies the King No matter for Pamela? I am glad of that Is his majesty asleep Never to awake, he's dead poisoned by this viol Oh base viol, why here is more treason than we looked for, this is admirable, did he die against his will, or was he killed a natural death let us sit upon him For bear, I can direct you to the murderer Look here you shepherds, it was I that killed him You, your Majesty is very merry Will you not trust me Yes for more than I am worth, but if you killed him yourself, your majesty must pardon me for that, I have nothing to say to you but, treason treason; Yet fly Gynoecia and save thy life, Betray not thine own, life; why do I talk Of safety, can there be in all the World A consort, when my honour and Basilius Have both forsaken me Pamela gone, how does the King take it The King, would he could take it any way, good gentleman he's in a pitiful taking himself What sales the screech-owl The truth is, he is sent of an errand to Erebus he's dead, and for my Lady Philoclea, whom I suspect Ha And you make haste you may take her napping, there is a thing in the likeness of a man with her, whom very valiantly I disarmed, and brought away his naked weapon What traitor? didst disarm him? Did I and there had been twenty of 'em I would not have cared a rush though they had been as valiant as Hector, had I not treason a'my side so soon as I came in Thou dost amaze me what said he? Never a word, my friend quoth to his sword Idiot didst speak to his sword? Why he was fast asleep my Lord, And never so much as dreamed of me asleep, we lose time go you along with Dametas, seize upon that Traitor, oh I am rent with sorrow
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Here my Lord I thinke I am deceiv'd, my tongue oth sudden drawes backeward; and my limbes grow very feeble Ha, oh-farwell. My Lord, my Lord, Basilius, oh hee's deade If he be poyson'd I have made faire worke Deere husband, then for ever mourne Gynecia The gods have punish'd thy lascivious heate With hastie justice, hath my care so long Almost religiously preserv'd this drinke To kill thus in a minute; oh my soule Doth feele a scorpion, and my lust appeares Circled with thousand furies Treason treason Doe set out your throate here; and let me alone to rore treason in the eares of my Lord Philonax—I should ha'beene the towne cryer Make hast. Oh yes treason, When you have spent your voyces, let your eyes Speake a more killing language Ha, the Queene, Madam Pamela, is gon No matter for Pamela, looke here shepheards Herelies the King No matter for Pamela? I am glad of that Is his majestie a sleepe Never to awake, hee's deade poyson'd by this violl Oh base violl, why here is more treason then we look'd for, this is admirable, did he dye against his will, or was he kill'd a naturall death let vs sit upon him For beare, I can direct you to the murderer Looke heere you shepheards, it was I that kill'd him You, your Majestie is very merry Will you not trust me Yes for more then I am worth, but if you kill'd him your selfe, your majesty must pardon me for that, I have nothing to say to you but, treason treason; Yet flie Gynecia and save thy life, Betray not thine owne, life; why doe I talke Of safety, can there be in all the World A consort, when my honor and Basilius Have both forsaken me Pamela gon, how does the King take it The King, would he could take it any way, good gentleman hee's in a pittifull taking himselfe What sales the screech-oule The truth is, he is sent of an errand to Erebus hee's dead, and for my Lady Philoclea, whom I suspect Ha And you make hast you may take her napping, there is a thing in the likenes of a man with her, whom very valiantly I dis-arm'd, and brought away his naked weapon What traytor? didst disarme him? Did I and there had been twentie of 'em I would not have car'd a rush though they had been as valiant as Hector, had I not treason a'my side so soone as I came in Thou dost amaze me what said he? Never a word, my friend quoth to his sword Ideot didst speake to his sword? Why he was fast a sleepe my Lord, And never so much as dreamt of me A sleepe, we loose time goe you along with Dametas, seize upon that Traytor, oh I am rent with sorrow