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 · 499 words
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Having a wife so fair as Anabell, Beloved of me thy foe, and to entirely, That I do offer up my life for hers, Should mercy pardon now what law doth threaten, Thou must immagin if that we too live, I still should go about to murder thee, To enjoy thy wife, whom I so much do love, therefore beg of the king that only I may die, to save her honour, and thy infamy. Hark you housewife, do you hear all this: Doth not your heart melt at this amis. Melt Blunt yes, and doth weep brinish tears, to see what james them, and doth me confound, Here is a glass for such as lives by lust, See what 'tis to be honest, what 'tis to be just, Why this is well: now Sovereign hear me speak, I he that is upposed slaine doth liue, Then friendly may we reconsile these jars, Our law doth light on none, but guilty crimes: And that it punisheth as justice wills. Why then vouchsafe all in this princely presence, This gentleman and I brought all to pass, He in a Doctors shape, hath saved the life O my frend Sentloe, and o Anabell, I in like sort have aved Vallenger, And Sentloe which by me should have been slain, I saved him by an honest policy. And now alive present him to your sight, To make a pleasing end of these sad sights. This breathes new life into my hated heart. Sweet beauteous lets the causer of my smart, Forget in me, what I have done amiss, And seal my pardon with one balmy kiss My soul reputes her lewd impiety. My bloods dear solace, and my best content, My only dear esteemed Vallenger, Not all the world being turned into pleasure, Can give my soul such sweet contented treasure, Thou art more dear, more pleasing to my mind, then at the first: before thou provest unkind, 'tis incident for young men to offend, And wives must stay their leisures to amend. This kind contryssion of young vallenger, More joys my heart, than rest to travelers, Live long together, and may never fate, this new joined league of marriage separate. The like say I, to thee that now hath tried, A friends firm faith, that nothing can divide. the which I will endeavour to deserve, And not so much as once in thought to swerve. Since all things sorteth to this happiness, And pining care, is turned to joyful mirth, I will be partner in your merriment, Away with that same tradgike monument, For that same Florence there, because we see, she sorrows something for her follies past, Let her be had among the Conuertines. And as her faults shall vanish or else stay, Let her be used accordingly. Away with her, Glad parents, and glad friends, In Bristol here a while ourselves will stay, And spend some sportful hours to crown your joy After so many troubles, and tired annoy.
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Hauing a wie o faire as Anabell, Beloued of me thy foe, and o intierly, That I do offer vp my li e for hers, Should mercy pardon now what law doth threaten, Thou muſt immagin if that we too liue, I ſtill ſhould go about to murder thée, To inioy thy wie, whom I o much do loue, thereore beg of the king that onely I may die, to ſaue her honor, and thy inamie. Hark you huſwie, do you heare all this: Doth not your hart melt at this amis. Melt Blunt yes, and doth wéepe briniſh tears, to ſée what ames them, and doth me confound, Héere is a glaſſe for ſuch as liues by luſt, See what tis to be honeſt, what tis to be iuſt, Why this is wel: now Soueraine hear me ſpeak, I he that is uppoſed ſlaine doth liue, Then riendly may we reconſile thee iars, Our law doeth light on none, but guilty crimes: And that it puniſheth as iuſtice willes. Why then vouchſae all in this princely preſence, This gentleman and I brought all to paſſe, He in a Docters ſhape, hath ſaued the life O my frend Sentloe, and o Anabell, I in like ſort haue aued Vallenger, And Sentloe which by me ſhould haue bin ſlaine, I ſaued him by an honeſt policie. And now aliue preſent him to your ſight, To make a pleaſing end o theſe ſad ſightes. This breaths new life into my hated hart. Sweet beautious lettes the cauſer of my ſmart, Forget in me, what I haue done amiſſe, And ſeale my pardon with one balmy kiſſe My ſoule repents her lewd impyetie. My blouds déere ſolace, and my beſt content, My onely déere eſteemed Vallenger, Not all the world being turned into pleaſure, Could giue my ſoule ſuch ſwéet contented treaſure, Thou art more deere, more pleaſing to my mind, then at the firſt: before thou proueſt vnkind, tis inſident for yong men to offend, And wiues muſt ſtay their leaſures to amend. This kind contryſſion of yong vallenger, More ioyes my hart, then reſt to trauelers, Liue long together, and may neuer fate, this new ioynd league of marriage ſeperate. The like ſay I, to thee that now hath tryed, A friends firme faith, that nothing can deuide. the which I will indeuer to deſerue, And not ſo much as once in thought to ſwerue. Since all things ſorteth to this happines, And pining care, is turned to ioyull mirth, I will be partner in your meryment, Away with that ſame tradgike monument, For that ſame Florence there, becaue we ſée, ſhe orrowes ſomthing for her follies paſt, Let her be had among the Conuertines. And as her faults ſhall vaniſh or elſe ſtay, Let her be ved accordingly. Away with her, Glad parents, and glad frends, In Briſtow here a while our ſelues will ſtay, And ſpend ſome ſportfull houres to crowne your ioy After ſo many troubles, and tyerd annoy.