Shirley, James · published 1640 · first performed or written 1640 (Annals) not in BritDrama · Ogilby's Men unassigned nearest T26 Devils, hell and fiends · 452 words
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I know not what to fear, Speak plainer yet. You'll say I am too loud, When I but whisper, Sir. I am no virgin. Ha! I knew 'twould fright you; but by all those tears, The poor Lamb, made a prey to the fierce wolf, Had not more innocence, or less consent To be devoured, than I to lose mine honour. Why, wert thou ravished? You have named it, Sir. The villain, name the villain, sweet Emeria, That I may send his leprous soul to hell for't, And when he hath confessed the monstrous sin, I'll think thee still a virgin, and thou art so: Confirm thy piety by naming him. It will enlarge but your vexation, Sir, That he's above your anger and revenge; For he did call himself a god that did it. The Devil he was; Oh do not wrack, Emeria, The heart that honours thee; mock me not, I prithee, With calling him a god, it was a fury, The master fiend of darkness, and as hot As hell could make him, that would ravish thee. If you do think I ever loved you, Sir, Or have a soul after my Body's rape, He named himself a god, great Ceancrochius, To whom I owe my shame and transformation. Oh, I am lost in misery and amazement So; I did see before it would afflict him: But having given these reasons to Conallus, For our divorce, I have provided how To finish all disgraces by my death. Come, cure of my dishonour, and with blood Wash off my stain. Ha, Archimagus! Madam. What news with our great Priest. I come to tell you, heavenly Ceancrochius, Of whom I had this day a happy vision, Is pleased again to visit you, and commanded I should prepare you. I begin to find Some Magical imposture. Does he know it? I leave to say, how much you are his favourite, Be wise, and humble for so great a blessing. This does increase my fears, I've been betrayed, I'll live a little longer than; great Priest My words are poor to make acknowledgement For so divine a a favour: But I shall Humbly expect, and hold myself again Blessed in his presence. he's here Emeria; Never was virgin so much honoured. How is it with my sweet Emeria? That question would become an ignorant Mortal, Whose sense would be informed; not Ceancrochius Whose eye at once can see the soul of all things. I do not ask, To make thee think I doubt, but to maintain That form, which men familiar to such fair ones use When they converse: For I would have my language Soft as a lover's. You are still gracious.
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I know not what to feare, Speake plainer yet. You'l say I am too loud, When I but whisper, Sir. I am no virgin. Ha! I knew 'twould fright you; but by all those teares, The poore Lamb, made a prey to the fierce wolfe, Had not more innocence, or lesse consent To be devoured, than I to lose mine honour. Why, wert thou ravished? You have named it, Sir▪ The villaine, name the villaine, sweet Emeria, That I may send his leprous soule to hell for't, And when he hath confest the monstrous sin, I'll think thee still a virgin, and thou art so: Confirme thy pietie by naming him. It will enlarge but your vexation, Sir, That he's above your anger and revenge; For he did call himselfe a god that did it. The Devill he was; Oh do not wrack, Emeria, The heart that honours thee; mock me not, I prethee, With calling him a god, it was a furie, The master fiend of darknesse, and as hot As hell could make him, that would ravish thee. If you do think I ever lov'd you, Sir, Or have a soule after my bodies rape, He nam'd himselfe a god, great Ceancrochius, To whom I owe my shame and transformation. Oh, I am lost in miserie and amazement So; I did see before it would afflict him: But having given these reasons to Conallus, For our divorce, I have provided how To finish all disgraces by my death. Come, cure of my dishonour, and with bloud Wash off my staine. Ha, Archimagus! Madam. What newes with our great Priest. I come to tell you, heavenly Ceancrochius, Of whom I had this day a happie vision, Is pleas'd agen to visit you, and commanded I should prepare you. I begin to finde Some Magicall imposture. Does he know it? I leave to say, how much you are his favorite, Be wise, and humble for so great a blessing▪ This does increase my feares, I've been betraid, I'll live a little longer then; great Priest My words are poore to make acknowledgement For so divine a a favour: But I shall Humbly expect, and hold my selfe agen Blest in his presence. Hee's here Emeria; Never was virgin so much honoured. How is it with my sweet Emeria? That question would become an ignorant Mortall, Whose sense would be inform'd; not Ceancrochius Whose eye at once can see the soule of all things. I do not ask, To make thee think I doubt, but to maintain That forme, which men familiar to such faire ones use When they converse: For I would have my language Soft as a lovers. You are still gracious.