Anonymous · published 1605 · first performed or written 1604 [1603-1604] (Annals) tragicomedy · King's Men · before the Court unassigned nearest T1 Death, grief and revenge · 524 words
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Revedg for me my Lord, nay that cannot be, unless a strange devission may be had, For I that am as nearly knit to Vallenger as body to the soul, cannot suppose an injury, But think his loss, To be my misery and chiefest cross. Hath he not sought thy blood thou foolish girl? He sought no more than I can freely give, and sacrifice to death so he may live. Did he not keep a harlot to despite thee. And if he mend that fault he soon may right me. He gave thy ornaments to deck his trull. And my consent did ratify his gift. Well he hates thee. To try my patience, all that he did or gave, Or did contrive conserneth me, his act was my allowance. Now since myself, accuse not, but excuse. Since she that was supposed to be wronged, Doth right that wrong, be just and set him free, For I protest I know no injury. She knows no injury, my Lord she lies, Sir God-frey since your daughter doth Remit his fault, methinks you should forgive him, Forgive him, no not I the wretch shall never boast, That he hath braved old God-frey in a just And honest cause. I'll touch him I, I and touch him to the quick, No less then for his neck verse will I touch him, Doctor stand forth and to my prince and peers, Say what thou knowst of Sentloes' bloody death Then this I bow before your Majesty, That Vallenger corrupted me by gold, to poison Anabel, and Sentloe to. Intents are nothing till they come to acts. and mistress is not Sentloe dead in act. Sentloe is dead, my masters bloody death, should quicken justice in your majesty. thou shalt have justice to thy own content. O how I grieve to see her brinish tears, Water the Crimson roses of her cheeks. Had not my wit prevented this before, Nor you nor she, had never sorrowed more. You come my son: what said I? No my shame: O let his blood my liege redeem the same. Young Vallenger thou art here, Accused for Anabell, And murdering Sentloe that is dead, Speak, art thou guilty. I or Noah. Guilty in both my Lord, and here for both Ready to pay the penallty of my life, though in my soul and conscience I am clear, Of Sentloes' death, yet welcome happy lot, That so shall rid my life of that foul spot. Alas poor soul, how grief and his disgrace, Doth make him desperate, behold his face. From thence speaks truth, as from an Orackle, That he is innocent, though his words accu e him. Well Vallenger attend thy sentence. Pronounce not sentence yet, right royal king. What lawful stay canst thou impart to us. A stay to straighten justice and the truth, My conscience charged with this heinous crime, Makes me confess though to my hearts true grief, That by thenticements of lewd Florence and her jousts, I should have murdered Sentlove, my dear master, I therefore think that through her wickedness She is the cause of all these villainies.
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Reuedg for me my Lord, nay that cannot be, vnles a ſtrang deuiſſion may be had, For I that am as néerely knit to Vallenger as bodie to the ſoule, cannot ſuppoſe an iniury, But think his loſſe, To be my miſerie and chiefeſt croſſe. Hath he not ſought thy bloud thou fooliſh girle? He ſought no more then I can fréely giue, and ſacrefiſe to death ſo he may liue. Did he not keepe a harlot to deſpight thée. And if he mend that fault he ſoone may right me. He gaue thy ornaments to deck his trull. And my conſent did ratefie his guift. Well he hates thée. To try my patience, all that he did or gaue, Or did contriue conſerneth me, his act was my allowance. Now ſince my ſelfe, accuſe not, but excuſe. Since ſhe that was ſuppoſed to be wronged, Doth right that wrong, be iuſt and ſet him frée, For I proteſt I know no iniury. She knowes no iniurie, my Lord ſhe lies, Sir God-frey ſince your daughter doth Remit his fault, methinks you ſhould forgiue him, Forgiue him, no not I the wretch ſhall neuer boſt, That he hath braued old God-frey in a iuſt And honeſt cauſe. Ile touch him I, I and tuch him to the quick, No leſſe then for his neck verſe will I touch him, Docter ſtand foorth and to my prince and péeres, Say what thou know'ſt of Sentloes bloudy death Then this I bow before your Maieſty, That Vallenger corrupted me by gold, to poiſon Anabel, and Sentloe to. Intents are nothing till they come to acts. and miſtris is not Sentloe dead in act. Sentloe is dead, my maiſters bloudy death, ſhould quicken iuſtice in your maieſty. thou ſhalt haue iuſtice to thy owne content. O how I grieue to ſee her briniſh tears, Water the Crimſon roſes of her cheeks. Had not my wit preuented this before, Nor you nor ſhe, had neuer ſorrowed more. You come my ſon: what ſaid I? No my ſhame: O let his bloud my liedge redéeme the ſame. Yong Vallenger thou art héere, Accued for Anabell, And murdering Sentloe that is dead, Speak, art thou guilty. I or noe. Guilty in both my Lord, and héere for both Ready to pay the penallty of my life, Tho in my ſoule and conſcience I am cléere, Of Sentloes death, yet welcome happie lot, That ſo ſhall rid my life of that foule ſpot. Alas poore ſoule, how griefe and his diſgrace, Doth make him deſprate, behold his face. From thence ſpeaks truth, as from an Orackle, That he is innocent, tho his words accu e him. Well Vallenger atend thy ſentence. Pronounce not ſentence yet, right royall king. What lawfull ſtay canſt thou impart to vs. A ſtay to ſtraighten iuſtice and the truth, My conſcience charged with this hainous crime, Makes me coneſſe tho to my harts true griefe, That by thinticements of lewd Florence and her guiſts, I ſhould haue murdred Sentlo, my déere maiſter, I therefore think that through her wickednes She is the cauſe of all theſe villainies.