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 · 498 words
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My faults is in consealment, not attempt. His fault is murder, hang us all my Lord. Harbart for all your kindness to my son, I'll see you shortly caper in a cord. See than you hang us closely, than my Lord To kiss in death, as we have kissed in life. boast not thy shame, nor shame thou womanhood, Alack good god, how holy is she grown, she loves the flesh, yet dares not make it known. I do embrace the law, as pleased to die, Father forgive the follies of my youth, Vmphrevill, let me bear to heaven Upon the wings of my unfeigned repentance, My sorrow here indented in my tears, And thou endued wonder of thy sex, Forgive the wrongs that I have done to thee, That I may go with peace unto my death. Away with them, To morrow ●ée execution be performed, O mercy Richard, show some mercy, Will Vallenger in silence loss his son, And harder than the Penerian rocks, Never be pierced, Although the Father will not, Richmond plead: And if that Richmond dare not, Liestor speak, O see the time fléets hence with Swolloes' wings, Time runs: O Gracious king be merciful. Lady I cannot break the limits of the law, A wilful murder must be paid with death, Yet bring me a man that willingly will yield Sufferance of death, to save young Vallenger, And he shall live, else hope no further grace: Attend our further pleasures at the court. This is some comfort, happy Anabell, Now show thy ready and thy woman's wit. How shall he live in one will die for him, Well Vallenger, if thou have such a friend: Thou art happy, but I mean to see the end. Thus like a friar I have disguised myself, To see my dear friend, that hath saved my life, And that same strumpet that Would have caused my death. A harlot's love, is like a chimney smoke, Quivering in the air between two blasts of wind, Borne here and there by either of the same, And properly to none of both inclined, Hate, and despair, is painted in their eyes, Deceit, and treason, in their bosom lies: Their promises, are made of brittle glass, Ground like a phillip, to the finest dust, Their thoughts like streaming rivers swiftly pass, Their words are oil, and yet they gather rust, True are they never found, but in untruth: Constant in nought, but in unconstancy: Devouring cankers of man's liberty, But stay: I am at the prison gate, Where are you keeper, let me speak with you? Who knocks there? A friar come to confess your prisoners. Stay i'll bring them to you presently. Health to this place: sir, let me speak with you. Do you not sorrow inward at your heart, For your lose life you have so wanton spent. Yes: from my heart Sir, and do think it long, That this vild life of mine doth breath so long.
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My faults is in conſealment, not attempt. His fault is murder, hang vs all my Lord. Harbart for all your kindnes to my ſon, Ile ſée you ſhortly caper in a cord. Sée then you hang vs cloſely, then my Lord To kis in death, as we haue kiſt in life. Boſt not thy ſhame, nor ſhame thou womanhood, Alack good god, how holy is ſhe growen, ſhe loues the fleſh, yet dares not make it knowne. I do imbrace the law, as pleaed to die, Father forgiue the follies of my youth, Vmphrevill, let me beare to heauen Vpon the wings o my vnfained repentance, My ſorrow héere indented in my tears, And thou indued wonder of thy exe, Forgiue the wrongs that I haue done to thee, That I may go with peace vnto my death. Away with them, To morrow ée execution be perormd, O mercy Richard, ſhow ſome mercy, Will Vallenger in ſilence loſſe his ſon, And harder then the Penerian rockes, Neuer be perſt, Although the Father will not, Richmond plead: And if that Richmond dare not, Lieſtor ſpeak, O ſée the time fléets hence with Swolloes wings, Time runs: O Gratious king be mercifull. Lady I cannot breake the limites of the law, A wilfull murder muſt be paid with death, Yet bring me a man that willingly will yéeld Sufferance of death, to ſaue yong Vallenger, And he ſhall liue, elſe hope no further grace: Atend our further pleaſurs at the court. This is ſome comfort, happie Anabell, Now ſhow thy ready and thy womans wit. How ſhall he liue in one will die for him, Well Vallenger, i thou haue ſuch a friend: Thou art happie, but I mean to ſée the end. Thus like a frier I haue diſguiſed my ſelfe, To ſée my déere friend, that hath ſaued my life, And that ſame ſtrumpet that Would haue cauſed my death. A harlots loue, is like a chimney ſmoke, Quiuering in the aire betwéene two blaſts of winde, Borne heere and there by either of the ſame, And properly to none of both inclind, Hate, and diſpaire, is painted in their eies, Deceit, and treaſon, in their boſſome lies: Their promiſes, are made of brittle glaſſe, Ground like a phillip, to the fineſt duſt, Their thoughts like ſtreaming riuers ſwiftly paſſe, Their words are oyle, and yet they geather ruſt, True are they neuer found, but in vntruth: Conſtant in nought, but in vnconſtancie: Deuouring cankars of mans liberty, But ſtay: I am at the priſon gate, Where are you kéeper, let me ſpeake with you? Who knocks there? A fryer come to confeſſe your priſoners. Stay ile bring them to you preſently. Health to this place: ſir, let me ſpeake with you. Do you not ſorrow inward at your hart, For your looſe life you haue ſo wanton ſpent. Yes: from my hart Sir, and do thinke it long, That this vild life of mine doth breath ſo long.