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 · 480 words
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Alas he comes to late to visit, but Most seasonable to be a judge in this Great cause, take gently up that royal body Whose souls a star already, all that we Can pay is justice to his memory. GOod Master jailer you might be so courteous in your office to let us see these Gentlemen, Madam I dare not, 'Tis well you dare obey King Philonax and be a rebel to me, the time may come you will repent. Confident that you will keep your princely words not to interrupt or change any discourse with 'em, I have brought you where you may tho at some distance hear 'em, they are preparing for music, 'tis all I dare consent to, neither durst I tell them you should be with in reach of their voices Well sir we are content we'll speak with'em but in your hearing, Do not entreat him sister, pray have a special remembrance to let'em want air and necessaries, you'll' forfeit your place if you make conscience to be over honest to'em. I am sorry Madam you accuse my nature Which never yet was observed cruel, I Would be as just to your commands. So it seems Were these misfortunes over Good sir no tedious excuses nor Apology but proceed you and your great Master Philonax, and he will make you his treasurer, or trust you with his great seal, you cannot choose but be an excellent keeper. What will become of us? Nay what will become a''h Princes, there's my fear, would they were free again, and had but their good swords to second their innocence, I am mad to think what a condition we are fall'n to, prithee Philoclea shed some tears for me, if I weep now it must be for anger that we cannot help 'em, but let the graybeards look too't, for if they suffer, unless they send me of an errand after them, not a head that nodded to their sentence, shall know where to find Shoulders to support'em 'Las sister I want drops for my own grief My father's death, My father, that that hath opened The spring again And although guilty of his blood, for so They say our mother hath confessed herself I must in duty weep for her. My mother That word strikes double sorrow, and doth call A flood to drown my eyes, shall we not see her? She could not kill him sure, did ever grief So soon make such a pair of Orphans, our Fortunes are so strange and thick, posterity Will think our story fiction, and yet It seems theyare not so great to break our hearts A'th' sudden, I would willingly die too But I remember Pyrocles And I my dear loved Musidorus, at which name My tears dry up, and black revenge prepares Thy throne within my blood, but Simpathus
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Alas he comes to late to visit, but Most seasonable to be a judgein this Great cause, take gently up thatroyall body Whose soules a starre already, all that we Can pay is justice to his memorie. GOod Master jaylor you might be so curteous in your office to let vs see these Gentlemen, Madam I dare not, 'Tis well you dare obay King Philonax and be a rebell to me, the time may come you will repent. Confident that you will keepe your princely words not to interupt or change any discourse with 'em, I have brought you where you may tho at some distance heare 'em, they are preparing for musique, 'tis all I dare consent to, neither durst I tell them you should be with in reach of their voyces Well sir we are content Weel speake with'em but in your hearing, Doe not intreate him sister, pray have a speciall remembrance to let'em want aire and necessaries, youl' forfeit your place if you make conscience to be over honest to'em. I am sorrie Madam you accuse my nature Which never yet was observ'd cruell, I Would be as just to your commands. So it seemes Were these misfortunes over Good sir no tedious excuses nor Apollogy but proceede you and your great Master Philonax, and he will make you his treasurer, or trust you with his great seale, you cannot choose but be an excellent keeper. What will become of us? Nay what will become at'h Princes, there's my feare, would they were free againe, and had but their good swords to second their innocence, I am mad to thinke what a condition we are falne to, prithee Philoclea shed some teares for me, if I weepe now it must be for anger that we cannot help 'em, but let the gray-beards looke too't, for if they suffer, unlesse they send me of an errand after them, not a head that nodded to their sentence, shall know where to finde Shoulders to support'em 'Las sister I want drops for my owne greefe My fathers death, My father, that that hath open'd The spring agen And although guilty of his bloud, for so They say our mother hath confest her selfe I must in dutie weepe for her. My mother That word strikes double sorrow, and doth call A floud to drown my eyes, shall we not see her? She could not kill him sure, did ever greefe So soone make such a paire of Orphants, our Fortunes are so strange and thicke, posterity Will thinke our storie fiction, and yet It seemes th'are not so great to breake our hearts A'th suddaine, I would willingly dye too But I remember Pyrocles And I my deere lov'd Musidorus, at which name My teares dry up, and blacke revenge prepares Thy throne within my bloud, but Simpathus