The Ladies' Privilege (The Lady's Privilege) · chunk 30 of 31
Glapthorne, Henry · published 1640 · first performed or written 1637 [1637-1640] (Annals) not in BritDrama · before the Court unassigned nearest T1 Death, grief and revenge · 515 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T1: death, life, dead, die, blood, revenge, soul, father, heart, heaven.
Gentle Cosen, Your good intents encountered bad success, But I ad mire, since you must needs have notice Of his disaster, that the law would pass Upon his life, you did not to prevent All other virgin intercessors haste To pay the early tribute of your love. My wretched fate With a too quick prevention has o'erthrown The justness of my purpose, I relied so much upon his nobleness, I thought The ugly horror of a thousand deaths Could not have moved his temper, and besides, Knowing his mighty courage, I permitted The law proceed upon him, that hereafter He might be sure no merit can appear Offended justice, otherwise I could Easily have stopped this mischief. How Chrisea? I understand you not. Lady, to quit all scruple that I do not wish Yours and your Lords succeeding happiness, I'll offer Something as an oblation that shall add de Peace to your nuptial garland (see my Lord) My Cosen Bonivet lives. Lives? Lactantio did not you inform us That he was dead, and you had caused his body To be prepared for funeral? which occasioned The general's sudden trial, because our custom Does not permit the corpses to be entombed, Before the murderer have his sentence, sir you shall know What 'tis to mock the state thus. Good my Lord Hear but my just excuse, I am so much the fair Chrisea's beauty's by such ties Obliged to serve her, that I choose to hazard The anger of the state ere her displeasure, And do submit me to your gracious censure. I must confirm't, Sir it was I who caused him to conceal My Cosen Bonivet, for the causes which I did declare before, and now myself Having received a satisfying proof Of his affection, came resolved to clear These misty errors, but my cruel fate Has like a sudden storm which has beat down A goodly field of standing Corn even ripe For the laborious sickle, crushed my hopes In one sad minute into nothing. My Lord I owe Such an obedient duty to your peace, That though my heart does wish to wait on yours For ever; since I see betwixt this Lady And you such firm apparences of love, If the law please to allow it, I resign My interest to her and be fortunate To see you two live happy. Since the marriage Has not arrived to consummating act, I do believe this may be done. Do not delude Your favour with vain hopes, the law cannot Dispense with the strict Cannon, 'tis impossible You should be separated. This happiness Was too extremely good to be confirmed To such a wretch as I am: I am like One that did dream of a huge mass of wealth, And catching at it, grasped the fleeting air, And waking grieves at the delusion. Sir resume your ancient quiet, the formal Love shall not oppose your peace, I'll disannul The marriage easily, and most noble Lord Pardon your humble servant. Sure this is Some apparition to confirm my faith, Speak, art thou my Sabelli.
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Gentle Cosen, Your good intents encounter'd bad successe, But I ad mire, since you must needs have notice Of his disaster, that the law would passe Upon his life, you did not to prevent All other virgin intercessors haste To pay the early tribute of your love. My wretched fate With a too quicke prevention has orethrowne The justnesse of my purpose, I relyed so much upon his noblenesse, I thought The ugly horror of a thousand deaths Could not have mov'd his temper, and besides, Knowing his mighty courage, I permitted The law proceed upon him, that hereafter He might be sure no merit can appeare Offended justice, otherwise I could Easily have stop'd this mischiefe. How Chrisea? I understand you not. Lady, to quit all scruple that I doe not wish Yours and your Lords succeeding happinesse, Ile offer Something as an oblation that shall ad de Peace to your nuptiall garland (see my Lord) My Cosen Bonivet lives. Lives? Lactantio did not you informe us That he was dead, and you had caus'd his body To be prepar'd for funerall? which occasioned The Generalls suddaine tryall, because our custome Does not permit the corpes to be entomb'd, Before the murderer have his sentence, sir you shall know What tis to mocke the state thus. Good my Lord Heare but my just excuse, I am so much the faire Chriseas beauty's by such ties Oblig'd to serve her, that I choose to hazzard The anger of the state ere her displeasure, And doe submit me to your gracious censure. I must confirm't, Sir it was I who caus'd him to conceale My Cosen Bonivet, for the causes which I did declare before, and now my selfe Having receiv'd a satisfying proofe Of his affection, came resolv'd to cleare These misty errors, but my cruell fate Has like a suddaine storme which has beate downe A goodly field of standing Corne even ripe For the laborious sickle, crush'd my hopes In one sad minute into nothing. My Lord I owe Such an obedient duty to your peace, That though my heart does wish to waite on yours For ever; since I see betwixt this Lady And you such firme apparences of love, If the law please to allow it, I resigne My interest to her and be fortunate To see you two live happy. Since the marriage Has not arriv'd to consummating act, I doe beleeve this may be done. Doe not delude Your favour with vaine hopes, the law cannot Dispense with the strict Cannon, tis impossible You should be separated. This happinesse Was too extreamely good to be confirm'd To such a wretch as I am: I am like One that did dreame of a huge masse of wealth, And catching at it, grasp'd the fleeting ayre, And waking grieves at the delusion. Sir resume your antient quiet, the formall Love shall not oppose your peace, Ile disanull The marriage easily, and most noble Lord Pardon your humble servant. Sure this is Some apparition to confirme my faith, Speake, art thou my Sabelli.