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 · 485 words
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Come my Masters be not afraid as long as I have a sword You shall go before, and follow my example there's the King my Lord Madam Oh Philonax Be comforted You sha'not need to mock me, when you know By whom he died thou wilt call in thy charity And curse me, it was I that poisoned him, Good Madam speak that I may understand, You poisoned him? he was Basilius Your husband and your King, it cannot be You are the Queen his wife His murderer The horror of my sin dwells round about me I need no more accusers than my Conscience. Do with me what you please, the wicked reasons That moved me to it you shall know hereafter Bless me eternity, I'll not believe That any woman after this can love Her husband, oh my Lord, merciless woman For here all other titles lost away With her, see her lodged within the Castle. Here they are my Lord Where is the King? New uproars. My charge, 'tis Pamela, my Lord Philonax 'tis Pamela Philon, Pamela and Philoclea Yes my Lord we suspected they were running away together and therefore in hope of his majesty's pardon Musidorus and thy sister under guard? Pyrocles and Philoclea prisoners too? Look here unnatural children, for I cannot pronounce you Innocent, this circumstance betrays your guilt, see where your king and father lies a cold pattern for a tomb Dead? Oh we are miserable Basilus dead? Slain He was murdered, and you are accessaries Sure I have seen your face; were not you called Zelmane the Amazon? I was. Disguises, injurious villain profaner of all hospitable laws I am not loose to answer thee And this was my man Dorus my Lord, a ha have I found you sirrah, you sent me abroad to be a gold-finder. You have done service worthy all your pardons. Now in my rage I could prevent the Law And sacrifice their treacherous bloods myself To this reverend hearse. You are transported Philonax But that I have compassion for the death Of that good King I could laugh at thee. Hence, load them with Irons, Ladies you must both Be patient to be confined until You clear yourselves. What saucy fellow's that? Meant you me Philonax, unhand those prisoners Away with'em I command Yet stay and hear me As you did love Basilius hear his daughter, This insolence doth interrupt the tears Due to my dear dead father, and enforces Me, since he thus forgets, to declare to you With confidence who I am, I am Pamela The eldest daughter of Basilius Your Queen if I mistake not, since my father Is dead, to whose memory these pious drops Fall as the tribute of my grief, who then Shall be obeyed, he that was trusted with My father's power, which in his death is canceled Or I your natural princess?
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Come my Masters be not afraid as long as I have a sword You shall goe before, and follow my example ther's the King my Lord Madam Oh Philonax Be comforted You shannot neede to mocke me, when you know By whom he dye'd thou wilt call in thy charity And curse me, it was I that poysoned him, Good Madam speake that I may understand, You poysoned him? he was Basilius Your husband and your King, it cannot be You are the Queene his wife His murderer The horror of my sinne dwells round about me I neede no more accusers then my Conscience. Doe with me what you please, the wicked reasons That mov'd me to it you shall know hereafter Blesse me eternitie, Ile not beleeve That any woman after this can love Her husband, oh my Lord, mercilesse woman For heere all other titles lost away With her, see her lodg'd within the Castle. Heere they are my Lord Where is the King? New uprores. My charge, 'tis Pamela, my Lord Philonax 'tis Pamela Philon, Pamela and Philoclea Yes my Lord we suspected they were running away together and therefore in hope of his maiesties pardon Musidorus and thy sister under guard? Pyrocles and Philoclea prisoners too? Looke heere unnaturall children, for I cannot pronounce you Innocent, this circumstance betrayes your guilt, see where your king and father lyes a cold patterne for a tombe Dead? Oh we are miserable Basilus dead? Slaine He was murder'd, and you are accessaries Sure I have seene your face; were not you call'd Zelmane the Amazon? I was. Disguises, injurious villaine Prophaner of all hospitable lawes I am not loose to answer thee And this was my man Dorus my Lord, a ha have I found you sirra, you sent me abroad to be a gold-finder. You have done service worthy all your pardons. Now in my rage I could prevent the Law And sacrifice their treachrous bloods my selfe To this reverend hearse. You are transported Philonax But that I have compassion for the death Of that good King I could laugh at thee. Hence, load them with Irons, Ladies you must both Be patient to be confinde untill You cleere yourselves. What sawcie fellowe's that? Meant you me Philonax, vnhand those prisoners Away with'em I command Yet stay and heare me As you did love Basilius heare his daughter, This insolence doth interupt the teares Due to my deere dead father, and inforces Me, since he thus forgets, to declare to you With confidence who I am, I am Pamela The eldest daughter of Basilius Your Queene if I mistake not, since my father Is dead, to whose memorie these pious dropps Fall as the tribute of my griefe, who then Shall be obay'd, he that was trusted with My fathers power, which in his death is cancell'd Or I your naturall princesse?