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 · 475 words
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Or my daughter, or you or anybody to save the loose of my own sweet Madam speak a good word for me, and I'll— speak another for you, my evidence will be heard, and I care Not what I swear; 'tis not for the King he's dead, I look Every minute for a voice to call me to the Sessions. hay there 'tis already, as ever you hope to be married while your maiden heads are sweet; save me from the Gallows, for if I be once hanged I shall never be my own man again. They are very hasty to arraign 'em, Pyrocles There's nothing left me now but prayers for thee With which I'll weary heaven or tire myself For thy success. I would do so but I Fear my revenge will kill my charity. My Lord your sorrow and not my ambition Hath made me judge today, therefore attend The proof of your election, I came With purpose of a visit to your Master But now salute his hearse, and wear a title Of your Protector, in which name I gave command The prisoners should be sent for. 'Tis done, and they are ready; My Lord my part today is to accuse And not side in compassion. That the Queen? Yes, My Lord She shows a much dejected Lady. Has she not cause? Those the pretended Princes? Of comely presence both, what's he? Dametas to whose trust the King gave up Pamela his eldest daughter. Where is she? Accompanied with her sister in the Castle Their presence might occasion some tumult, Nor do the Arcadian Laws allow proceeding Against the next of blood, as they permit not She should determine anything herself Till years or marriage enable her. I will forgive thee Philonax for more malice than thou hast brought against my life, for being so honest to Pamela, Sir I look not for your thanks As you are honourable, I beseech you I'th' name of sacred justice, ere you further Proceed against our facts declare what you Determine of Philolea, who is all Innocence And most unjustly suffers, though in thought You doubt their virgin honour She must become a recluse And all her life with strict profession Of Chastity repair her blemished honour. A Vestal? Not if I live, yet if I die it carries This comfort none hereafter shall enjoy The fair Philoclea. Now to the Queen Madam stand to the bar. My bar indeed which I have laid myself To bring my honour to a fall and ruin Oh my dear Lord my tears do now embalm thee, My blood shall quickly follow. As you are just Let not her sorrow tempt you to forget What sin she hath committed, I want words To express the horror of the deed which will Throw shame on all her sex.
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Or my daughter, or you or any body to save the loose of my owne sweete Madam speake a good word for me, and Ile— speake annother for you, my evidence will be heard, and I care Not what I sweare; 'tis not for the King hee's dead, I looke Every minute for a voyce to call me to the Sessions. Hey there'tis already, as ever you hope to be married while your maiden heads are sweete; save me from the Gallowes, for if I be once hang'd I shall never be my owne man agn. They are very hasty to arraigne em, Pyrocles There's nothing left me now but prayers for thee With which Ile wearie heaven or tire my selfe For thy successe. I wo ld doe so but I Feare my revenge will kill my charity. My Lord your sorrow and not my ambition Hath made me Iudge to day, therefore attend The proofe of your election, I came With purpose of a visit to your Master But now salute his hearse, and weare a title Of your Protector, in whch name I gave command The prisoners should be sent for. 'Tis done, and they are readie; My Lord my part to day is to accuse And not side in compassion. That the Queene? Yes, My Lord She shewes a much deiected Lady. Has she not cause? Those the pretended Princes? Of comely presence both, what's he? Dametas to whose trust the King gave up Pamela his eldest daughter. Where is she? Accompanied with her sister in the Castle Their presence might occasion some tumult, Nor doe the Arcadian Lawes allow proceeding Against the next of bloud, as they permit not She should determine anything her selfe Till yeares or marriage enable her. I will forgive thee Philonax for more malice then thou hast brought against my life, for being so honest to Pamela, Sir I looke not for your thankes As you are honorable, I beseech you I'th name of sacred Iustice, ere you further Proceed against our facts declare what you Determine of Philolea, who is all Innocence And most unjustly suffers, tho in thought You doubt ther virgin honor She must become a recluse And all her life with strict profession Of Chastity repaire her blemish'd honor. A Vestall? Not if I live, yet if I die it carries This comfort none hereafter shall enjoy The faire Philoclea. Now to the Queene Madam stand to the barre. My barr indeede which I have laide my selfe To bring my honor to a fall and ruine Oh my deere Lord my teares doe now enbalme thee, My blood shall quickly follow. As you are just Let not her sorrow tempt you to forget What sin she hath committed, I want words To expresse the horror of the deede which will Throw shame on all her sex.