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 · 475 words
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My blessing and my tears you both divide. Witness with me, ye immortal powers this day I have done nothing, but what justice and Your native laws require, without the knowledge How near they were to my own blood, but since They are proved my Son and Nephew Endowed by nature richly, and how meriting The fame and love of all the world before This accident, I leave to your own thoughts, Besides these two I have no joys of life. Excellent Evarchus; why did you change your names? To prevent the dishonour of our blood If we had suffered But I have judged already and if right I have not wronged, unless the name Of child have power to alter sacred justice You both must die, though when I speak your death It creeps upon my heart. We dream, is this thy father Pyrocles? Away with 'em. 'Tis most tyrannical he is thy son. Thou wot not be a murderer of thy own? Make not thy name hated of all the world When it shall say hereafter Pyrocles Had no fault in him but he was thy son. For me I am his own and being so Disposed of by his justice; to whom rather I hoped to have been a comfort then a shame I kiss my sentence; but you cannot place Your Kinsman in the sacrifice his mother And country plead a title he is theirs Oh save my princely cosen Sure I sha'not live Long after them, and Gentlemen if I die Before I leave Arcadia let my ashes Mingle with theirs: oh oh oh My Lord, Gentlemen, there's something stirs and groans Come back. Basilius alive, assist him Philonax. He breathes, what streams of joy run through me? Send for Gynoecia and his daughters. Why am I supported thus like a dead man? What are you? Evarchus your old friend. I ha' seen that face before, 'tis like sweet Zelmane. My son But was a counterfeit Zelmane. Wonders, and you? My Nephew, prince of Thessaly Though late your servant Dorus Very strange; Gynoecia My dear Lord returned A thousand kisses welcome him to life Which I was weary of in thy loss. My daughters Oh my father Are you Philonax? Your trusty servant The oracle is accomplished. You amaze me, let me collect Oh my sweet Pyrocles We shall not be sepulchred I hope again I am your servant ever Divinest Mistress Your souls I see are married Let me present these princes to be your sons Is this real? 'Tis dangerous to expect the story. I feared the drink, but it may be his virtue To increase his love to me, I'll tell you more within sir. Let me obtain your pardons To his Chamber lead him gently All is strange. Never was day so full of happy change
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My blessing and my teares you both divide. Witnesse with me, yee immortall powers this day I have done nothing, but what justice and Your native lawes require, without the knowledge How neere they were to my owne blood, but since They are prou'd my Sonne and Nephew Endow'd by nature richly, and how merriting The fame and love of all the world before This accident, I leave to your owne thoughts, Besides these two I have no joyes of life. Excellent Evarchus; why did you change your names? To prevent the dishonor of our blood If we had suffer'd But I have judg'd already and if right I have not wrong'd, vnlesse the name Of child have power to alter sacred Iustice You both must dye, though when I speake your death It creeps upon my heart. We dreame, is this thy father Pyrocles? Away with em. 'Tis most tyranicall he is thy sonne. Thou wot not be a murderer of thy owne? Make not thy name hated of all the world When it shall say hereafter Pyrocles Had no fault in him but he was thy sonne. For me I am his owne and being so Dispos'd of by his Iustice; to whom rather I hop'd to have been a comfort then a shame I kisse my sentence; but you cannot place Your Kinsman in the sacrifice his mother And countrie pleade a title he is theirs Oh save my princely cosen Sure I shannot live Long after them, and Gentlemen if I dye Before I leave Arcadia let my ashes Mingle with theirs: oh oh oh My Lord, Gentlemen, there's something stirs and groan Come backe. Basilius alive, assist him Philonax. He breathes, what of joy runne through me? Send for Gynecia and his daughters. Why am I supported thus like a dead man? What are you? Evarcus your old friend. I ha seene that face before,'tis like sweete Zelmane. My sonne But was a conterfeit Zelmane. Wonders, and you? My Nephew, prince of Thessaly Tho your servant Doru Very strange; Gynecia My deere Lord return'd A thousand kisses welcome him to life Which I was wearie of in thy losse. My daughters Oh my father Are you Philonax? Your trusty servant The oracle is accomplish'd. You amase me, let me collect Oh my sweet Pyrocles We shall not be divor'd I hope agen I am your servant ever Devinest Mistris Your soules I see are married Let me present these princes to be your sonnes Is this reall? 'Tis dangerous to expect the storie. I fear'd the drinke, but it may be his vertue To encrease his love to me, Ile tell you more within sir. Let me obtaine your pardons To his Chamber him gently All is strange. Never was day so full of happy change