Shirley, James · published 1640 · first performed or written 1640 (Annals) pastoral; romance · Queen Henrietta Maria's Men · Phoenix/Cockpit unassigned nearest T1 Death, grief and revenge · 456 words
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If this be all you have to say proceed To his confederate. The imagination how miserable These jugglers would have made us and our Country If their disguise had prospered, strikes a terror Through all my faculties, my tongue's enfeebled. Therefore to omit his practice in the murder Which you may easily collect by circumstance This is enough to call him a foul traitor He did attempt to steal a way out princess The hope and treasure of Arcadia And taken in the fact dares not deny it, Had he no other cry me to answer for This pulls severe death on him, and to insist Upon offences of so foul a nature Were to distrust your wisdom or your justice. Thou to their shame of mankind speak to this. Not for thy sake who in this misery Hast only merited to be my scorn But for the truth I answer, pardon sir If passion make me not remember language That should become this place, this ill tongued man That with such vehemence accuseth thus Is himself guilty. How? Of a more hateful vice, ingratitude. Is this the payment for our services Which once thy tongue acknowledged had deserved Statues to the eternal memory Of the preservers of your King and Country? Is all the valour of this young man canceled When Rebels had advanced their daring swords High as the throat of your old King, his wife And trembling daughters, is the time forgotten When wild beasts had prepared their riotous maws To bury the dear pledges of your kingdom? Oh where had been my treason or his rape Had they been then devoured? the ground has not Drunk up the blood so perfectly, but there Remains a colour to teach impious men To blush for their ingratitude, have we Been careless of our lives to preserve The King when danger threatened horror to him And can a temperate man imagine we Should be his murderers, we had not saved To be ourselves the hangmen? but I'm charged For stealing of your Princess, can your breathes Acknowledge her your Sovereign, and allow No faith to what she says, you have degraded My blood from honour, and unless you make me Less than her subject I was bound to obey When she commanded I should wait upon her, But you'll object I counseled her, I did And justify the act, she was confined Too narrowly, and I durst lead her to A throne above the Majesty her birth Can challenge in Arcadia, love whose force The gods have not resisted may plead for me. Is this all? Though it want method 'tis enough to vindicate My honour from his base aspersion. To him you call Dametas
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If this be all you have to say proceede To his confederate. The imagination how miserable These juglers would have made us and our Country If their disguise had prosper'd, strikes a terror Through all my faculties, my tongue's enfeebled. Therefore to omit his practice in the murder Which you may easily collect by circumstance This is enough to call him a foule traytor He did attempt to steale a way out princesse The hope and treasure of Arcadia And taken in the fact dares not deny it, Had he no other cry me to answer for This pulls severe death on him, and to insist Vpon offences of so foule a nature Were to distrust your wisdome or your Iustice. Thou to ther shame of mankinde speake to this. Not for thy sake who in this misery Hast only merrited to be my scorne But for the truth I answer, pardon sir If passion make me not remember language That should become this place, this ill tongu'd man That with such vehemence accuseth thus Is himselfe guilty. How? Of a more hatefull vice, ingratitude. Is this the paiment for our services Which once thy tongue acknowledged had desev'd Statues to the eternall memory Of the preservers of your King and Country? Is all the vallor of this young man cancell'd When Rebells had advanc'd their daring swords High as the throat of your old King, his wife And trembling daughters, is the time forgotten When wild beasts had prepared their riotous mawes To bury the deere pledges of your kingdome? Oh where had been my treason or his rape Had they been then devourd? the ground has not Drunke up the blood so perfectly, but there Remaines a coulour to teach impious men To blush for their ingratitude, have we Beene carelesse of our lives to preserve The King when danger threatend horror to him And can a temperate man imagine we Should be his murderers, we had not sav'd To be our selves the hangmen? but I'me charg'd For stealing of your Princesse, can your breathes Acknowledge her your Soveraigne, and allow No faith to what she sayes, you have degraded My blood from honor, and vnlesse you make me Lesse then her subject I was bound to obay When she commanded I should waite upon her, But you'l object I counsell'd her, I did And justifie the act, she was confinde Too narrowly, and I durst leade her to A throane above the Majesty her birth Can challenge in Arcadia, love whose force The gods have not resisted may plead for me. Is this all? Tho it want method'tis enough to vindicate My honor from his base aspertion. To him you call Dametas