Shirley, James · published 1640 · first performed or written 1640 (Annals) pastoral; romance · Queen Henrietta Maria's Men · Phoenix/Cockpit unassigned nearest T14 Royal love, favour and dynastic relation · 457 words
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Yes heaven and I preserved all. Who sought then for Pamela Which the other Princely thief had stolen away, And finding these, I mean Philoclea And this young man together, found occasion To enclose the ravisher till by command They were apprehended: thus you have in short His wicked story, and what punishment Will not be thought a mercy to that monster That kills a King, dishonoureth a Queen, And violates the daughter? In things promoted with such cunning mixture 'Tis hard to shape a square and direct answer. My accusers sordid and malicious railing More grievous to my tender sense of honour Then death can be, I forget him A thing beneath my anger and armed with My own simplicity doubt not to assure How much my cause is injured, know Grave judge This prince and I drawn hither by the fame Of the rare beauties in Basilius daughters Knowing that with their parents they lived here Secluded from the world, where no access In our own persons was to be expected, Put on these forms as soonest might conduce To make our loves known: this Palladius Became so fortunate that his Princely Mistress Consented to forsake, and trust his conduct To a happier kingdom: my fortune Was not so happy, for I did not cherish A greater flame, yet modest, of Philoclea Then her weak father in my sex deceived Retained of me, that tired with his solicits I had no time to perfect my desires With his fair daughter, Till under colour of some devotions I made a cave my lodging to invite Basilius thither, with full hope to enjoy me, But this revealing to the Queen, she took My place to make the old King see his follies. In the mean time I must confess I went To bright Philoclea's Chamber hoping to Win her by all the charms of noble love To leave Arcadia; but she unhappily Obeying her own Genius gave no Consent, when in the midst of my security I know not by what means I was made prisoner. And here's the thread to guide through this labyrinth, methinks your man of mighty tongue should blush To have spent his rage so poorly. What is all this to the death of the old King? By all the gods I am innocent The Queen hath absolved me, as for Philoclea If you will call't a crime in that I loved her I am and shall be guilty, but had never A thought so rude to force her unstained chastity: Or if the honour of this excellent Lady Suffer i'th' blind opinion of the world Our marriage not my death may cure all wounds Malice can fasten on her name. Oh impudence.
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Yes heaven and I preserv'd all. Who sought then for Pamela Which the other Princely theefe had stolen away, And finding these, I meane Philoclea And this young man together, found occasion To inclose the ravisher till by command They were apprehended: thus you have in short His wicked storie, and what punishment Will not be thought a mercy to that monster That kills a King, dishonoreth a Queene, And violates the daughter? In things promoted with such cunning mixture 'Tis hard to shape a square and direct answer. My accusers sordid and malicious railing More greevious to my tender sence of honor Then death can be, I forget him A thing beneath my anger and arm'd with My owne simplicity doubt not to assure How much my cause is iniur'd, know Grave Iudge This prince and I drawne hither by the fame Of the rare beauties in Basilius daughters Knowing that with their parents they liv'd heere Secluded from the world, where no accesse In our owne persons was to be expected, Put on these formes as soonest might conduce To make our loves knowne: this Palladius Became so fortunate that his Princely Mistris Consented to forsake, and trust his conduct To a happier kingdome: my fortune Was not so happy, for I did not cherrish A greater flame, yet modest, of Philoclea Then her weake father in my sex deceiv'd Retain'd of me, that tyr'd with his solicites I had no time to perfect my desires With his faire daughter, Till under collour of some devotions I made a cave my lodging to invite Basilius thether, with full hope to enjoy me, But this revealing to the Queene, she tooke My place to make the old King see his follies. In the meane time I must confesse I went To bright Philocleas Chamber hoping to Win her by all the charmes of noble love To leave Arcadia; but she unhappily Obeying her owne Genius gave no Consent, when in the midst of my securitie I know not by what meanes I was made prisoner. And heere's the thred to guide through this laborinth, Me thinkes your man of mightie tongue should blush To have spent his rage so poorely. What ic all this to the death of the old King? By all the gods I am innocent The Queene hath absolu'd me, as for Philoclea If you will call't a cryme in that I lov'd her I am and shall be guiltie, but had never A thought so rude to force her unstain'd chastity: Or if the honor of this excellent Lady Suffer it'h blind opinion of the world Our marriage not my death may cure all wounds Malice can fasten on her name. Oh impudence.