A Looking Glass for London and England · chunk 16 of 39
Lodge, Thomas / Greene, Robert · published 1594 · first performed or written 1588 [1587-1588] (Annals) biblical play; moral · Derby's (Strange's) Men unassigned nearest T53 The crown: kingship claimed, resigned an · 486 words
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Sham'st thou not Rasni though thou be'st a King, To shroud adultery in thy royal seat, Art thou arch-ruler of great Niniveh, Who shouldst excel in virtue as in state, And wrong'st thy friend by keeping back his wife, Have I not battailed in thy troops full oft, 'Gainst Egypt, jury, and proud Babylon, Spending my blood to purchase thy renown, And is the guerdon of my chivalry, Ended in this abusing of my wife, Restore her me, or I will from thy Courts, And make discourse of thy adulterous deeds. Why take her Paphlagon, exclaim not man, For I do prize mine honour more than love. Fair Aluida go with thy husband home. How dare I go, shamed with so deep misdeed, Revenge will broil within my husband's breast, And when he hath me in the Court at home, Then Aluida shall feel revenge for all. What sayst thou king of Paphlagon to this? Thou hearest the doubt thy wife doth stand upon, If she hath done amiss it is my fault, I prithee pardon and forget all. If that I meant not Rasni to forgive, And quite forget the follies that are past, I would not vouch her presence in my Courts, But she shall be my Queen, my love, my life, And Aluida unto her Paphlagon And loved, and more beloved then before. What sayst thou Aluida to this? That will he swear it to my Lord the king, And in a full carouse of Greekish wine, Drink down the malice of his deep revenge, I will go home and love him new again. What answers Paphlagon? That what she hath requested I will do. Go damosel fetch me that sweet wine That stands within thy Closet on the shelf, power it into a standing bowl of gold, But on shy life taste not before the king, Make haste, why is great Rasni melancholy thus? If promise be not kept, hate all for me. Here is the wine my Lord, first make him swear. By Niniuies great gods, and Niniuies great king▪ My thoughts shall never be to wrong my wife, And thereon here's a full carouse to her. And thereon Rasni here's a kiss for thee. Now mayst thou freely fold thine Aluida. Oh I am dead, obstructions of my breath The poison is of wondrous sharp effect, Cursed be all adulterous queens say I, And cursing so poor Paphlagon doth die. Now have I not salved the sorrows of my Lord? Have I not rid arrival of thy loves, What sayst thou Rasni to thy Paramour? That for this deed i'll deck my Aluida, In Sendal and in costly Sussapine, Bordred with Pearl and India Diamond, I'll cause great Eol perfume all his winds, With richest myrrh and curious ambergris, Come lovely minion, paragon for fair, Come follow me sweet goddess of mine eye, And taste the pleasures Rasni will provide.
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Shamst thou not Rasni though thou béest a King, To shroude adultry in thy royall seate, Art thou arch-ruler of great Niniuie, Who shouldst excell in vertue as in state, And wrongst thy friend by kéeping backe his wife, Haue I not battail'd in thy troupes full oft, Gainst Aegypt, Iury, and proud Babylon, Spending my blood to purchase thy renowne, And is the guerdon of my chiualrie, Ended in this abusing of my wife, Restore her me, or I will from thy Courts, And make discourse of thy adulterous déeds. Why take her Paphlagon, exclaime not man, For I do prise mine honour more then loue. Faire Aluida go with thy husband home. How dare I go, sham'd with so déep misdéed, Reuenge will broile within my husbands brest, And when he hath me in the Court at home, Then Aluida shall féele reuenge for all. What saist thou king of Paphlagon to this? Thou hearest the doubt thy wife doth stand vpon, If she hath done amisse it is my fault, I prithie pardon and forget all. If that I meant not Rasni to forgiue, And quite forget the follies that are past, I would not vouch her presence in my Courts, But she shall be my Quéene, my loue, my life, And Aluida vnto her Paphlagon And lou'd, and more belou'd then before. What saist thou Aluida to this? That will he sweare it to my Lord the king, And in a full carouse of Gréekish wine, Drinke downe the malice of his déepe reuenge, I will go home and loue him new againe. What answeres Paphlagon? That what she hath requested I wil do. Go damosell fetch me that swéete wine That stands within thy Closet on the shelfe, Powre it into a standing bowle of gold, But on shy life taste not before the king, Make hast, why is great Rasni melancholy thus? If promise be not kept, hate all for me. Here is the wine my Lord, first make him sweare. By Niniuies great gods, and Niniuies great king▪ My thoughts shall neuer be to wrong my wife, And thereon heres a full carowse to her. And there Rasni heres a kisse for thée. Now maist thou freely fold thine Aluida. Oh I am dead, obstructions of my breath The poison is of wondrous sharpe effect, Cursed be all adultrous quéenes say I, And cursing so poore Paphlagon doth die. Now haue I not salued the sorrowes of my Lord? Haue I not rid ariuall of thy loues, What saist thou Rasni to thy Paramour? That for this déed ile decke my Aluida, In Sendall and in costly Sussapine, Bordred with Pearle and India Diamond, Ile cause great Eol perfume all his windes, UUith richest myrre and curious Ambergréece, Come louely minion, paragon for faire, Come follow me swéet goddesse of mine eye, And taste the pleasures Rasni will prouide.