Marston, John · published 1602 · first performed or written 1602 (Annals) comedy · Children of Paul's (second) unassigned nearest T50 Fleets, armies and generals: war by sea · 440 words
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Alas, I can not hear, nor see him. Why? all this night about the room he stalked, And groaned, and howled, with raging passion, To view his love (life blood of all his hopes, Crown of his fortunes) clipped by strangers arms. Look but behind thee. O, Antonio; my Lord, my Love, my Leave passion, sweet; for time, place, air, & earth, Are all our foes: fear, and be jealous; fair, Let's fly. Dear heart; ha, whether? O, 'tis no matter whether, but let's fly. Ha! now I think on't, I have near a home: No father, friend, no country to embrace These wretched limbs: the world, the All that is, Is all my foe: a prince not worth a doit: Only my head is hoist to high rate, Worth twenty thousand double Pistolets, To him that can but strike it from these shoulders. But come sweet creature, thou shalt be my home; My father, country, riches, and my friend: My all, my soul; and thou and I will live: (Let's think like what) and thou and I will live Like unmatched mirrors of calamity. The jealous ear of night eavesdrops our talk. Hold thee, there's a jewel; & look thee, there's a note That will direct thee when, where, how to fly; Bid me adieu. Farewell bleak misery. Stay sweet, let's kiss before you go. Farewell dear soul. Farewell my life, my heart. IS not yond gleam, the shuddering morn that flakes, With silver tincture, the east verge of heaven? I think it is, so please your excellence. Away, I have no excellence to please. pray observe the custom of the world, That only flatters greatness, States exalts. And please my excellence! O Lucio. Thou hast been ever held respected dear, Even precious to Andrugio's in most love. Good, flatter not. Nay, if thou giv'st not faith That I am wretched, O read that, read that. EXCELLENT, the just overthrow, Andrugio took in the Venetian gulf, hath so assured the Genowaies of the justice of his cause, and the hatefulness of his person, that they have banished him and all his family: and, for confirmation of their peace with us, have vowed, that if he, or his son, can be attached, to send us both their heads. we therefore, by force of our united league, forbid you to harbour him, or his blood: but if you apprehend his person, we entreat you to send him, or his head, to us. For we vow by the honour of our blood, to recompense any man that bringeth his head, with twenty thousand double Pistolets, and the endearing to our choicest love.
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Alas, I can not heare, nor see him. Why? al this night about the roome he stalkt, And groand, and houl'd, with raging passion, To view his loue (life blood of all his hopes, Crowne of his fortunes) clipt by strangers armes. Looke but behinde thee. O, Antonio; my Lord, my Loue, my Leaue passion, sweet; for time, place, aire, & earth, Are all our foes: feare, and be iealous; faire, Lets fly. Deare heart; ha, whether? O, tis no matter whether, but lets fly. Ha! now I thinke ont, I haue nere a home: No father, friend, no country to imbrace These wretched limbes: the world, the All that is, Is all my foe: a prince not worth a doite: Onelie my head is hoised to high rate, Worth twentie thousand double Pistolets, To him that can but strike it from these shoulders. But come sweete creature, thou shalt be my home; My father, country, riches, and my friend: My all, my soule; and thou and I will liue: (Lets thinke like what) and thou and I will liue Like vnmatcht mirrors of calamitie. The iealous eare of night eaue-drops our talke. Holde thee, thers a iewell; & look thee, thers a note That will direct thee when, where, how to fly; Bid me adieu. Farewell bleak misery. Stay sweet, lets kisse before you goe. Farewell deare soule. Farewell my life, my heart. IS not yon gleame, the shuddering morne that flakes, With siluer tinctur, the east vierge of heauen? I thinke it is, so please your excellence. Away, I haue no excellence to please. Pree the obserue the custome of the world, That onely flatters greatnesse, States exalts. And please my excellence! O Lucio. Thou hast bin euer held respected deare, Euen pretious to Andrugios in most loue. Good, flatter not. Nay, if thou giu'st not faith That I am wretched, O read that, read that. EXCELLENT, the iust ouerthrowe, Andrugio tooke in the Venetian gulfe, hath so assured the Genowaies of the iustice of his cause, and the hatefulnesse of his person, that they haue banisht him and all his family: and, for confirmation of their peace with vs, haue vowed, that if he, or his sonne, can be attached, to send vs both their heads. Wee therefore, by force of our vnited league, forbid you to harbour him, or his blood: but if you apprehend his person, we intreat you to send him, or his head, to vs. For wee vowe by the honour of our blood, to recompence any man that bringeth his head, with twentie thousand double Pistolets, and the indeering to our choysest loue.