Heywood, Thomas · published 1608 · first performed or written 1607 [1606-1608] (Annals) tragedy · Queen Anne's Men · Red Bull unassigned nearest T14 Royal love, favour and dynastic relation · 491 words
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Not lovesick, but love lunatic, love-mad, I am all fire, impatience, and my blood boils on my heart, with loose and sensual thoughts. A chair for the Prince, may't please your highness sit. Madam, with you. It will become the wife of Collatine to wait upon your trencher. You shall sit, behind us at the camp we left our state, We are but your guest, indeed you shall not wait, Her modesty hath such strong power o'er me, And such a reverence hath fate given her brow, That it appears a kind of blasphemy, To have any wanton word harsh in her ears, I cannot woe, and yet I love 'bove measure, 'tis force, not suit, must purchase this rich treasure. Your highness cannot taste such homely cates. Indeed I cannot feed, but on thy face, Thou art the banquet that my thoughts embrace. Knew you, my Lord, what free and zealous welcome We tender you, your highness would presume Upon your entertainment, oft, I many times I have heard my husband speak of Sextus' worth, Extol your worth, praise your perfection, I dote upon your valour, and your friendship prize next his Lucrece. Oh impious lust, in all things base, respectless & unjust, Thy virtue, grace and fame I must enjoy, Though in the purchase I all Rome destroy. madam, if I be welcome, as your virtue bids me presume I am, Carouse to me a health unto your husband. A woman's draft my Lord to Collatine. Nay, you must drink off all. Your grace must pardon the tender weakness of a woman's brain. It is to Collatine. methinks 'twould ill become the modesty Of any Roman Lady to carouse, And drown her virtues in the juice of grapes. How can I show my love to my husband, To do his wife such wrong, by too much wine I might neglect the charge of this great house, Left solely to my keep, else my example Might in my servants breed encouragement So to offend, both which were pardonless, Else to your grace I might neglect my duty, And slack obeisance to so great a guest: All which being accidental unto wine, Oh let me not so wrong my Collatine. We excuse you, her imperfections like a torrent With violence breaks upon me, and at once Invert and swallow all that's good in me. Preposterous fates, what mischiefs you involve Upon a captive Prince left to the fury Of all grand mischief, hath the grandam world Yet smothered such a strange abortive wonder, That from her virtues should arise my sin: I am worse than what's most ill, deprived all reason, My heart all fiery lust, my soul all treason. My Lord, I fear your health, your changing brow Hath shown so much disturbance, noble Sextus, Hath not your venturous travel from the camp, Nor the moist rawness of these humorous night impaired your health? Divinest Lucrece no. I cannot eat.
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Not loue-sicke, but loue lunatike, loue-mad, I am all fire, impatience, and my bloud Boyles on my heart, with loose and sensuall thoughts. A chaire for the Prince, may't please your highnes sit. Madam, with you. It will become the wife of Collatine to waite vpon your trencher. You shall sit, behind vs at the campe we left our state, We are but your guest, indeed you shall not waite, Her modestie hath such strong power ore me, And such a reuerence hath fate giuen her brow, That it appeares a kind ofblasphemy, To haue any wanton word harsh in her eares, I cannot woe, and yet I loue boue measure, Tis force, not suite, must purchase this rich treasure. Your highnesse cannot taste such homely cates. Indeed I cannot feed, but on thy face, Thou art the banquet tht my thoughts embrace. Knew you, my Lord, what free and zelous welcome We tender you, your highnesse would presume Vpon your entertainement, oft, I many times I haue heard my husband speake of Sextus worth, Extoll your worth, praise your perfection, I dote vpon your valor, and your friendship prise next his Lucrece. Oh impious lust, in all things base, respectles & vniust, Thy vertue, grace and fame I must enioy, Though in the purchase I all Rome destroy. Madame, if I be welcome, as your vertue bids me presume I am, Carouse to me a health vnto your husband. A womans draught my Lord to Collatine. Nay, you must drinke off all. Your grace must pardon the tender weaknesse of a womans braine. It is to Collatine. Me thinks twould ill become the modesty Of any Romane Lady to carouse, And drowne her vertues in the iuice of grapes. How can I shew my loue to my husband, To do his wife such wrong, by too much wine I might neglect the charge of this great house, Left soly to my keepe, else my example Might in my seruants breed encouragement So to offend, both which were pardonlesse, Else to your grace I might neglect my duty, And slacke obeysance to so great a guest: All which being accidentall vnto wine, Oh let me not so wrong my Collatine. We excuse you, her imperfections like a torrent With violence breakes vpon me, and at once Inuert and swallow all thats good in me. Preposterous fates, what mischiefes you inuolue Vpon a captiue Prince left to the fury Of all grand mischiefe, hath the grandame world Yet smothred such a strange abortiue wonder, That from her vertues should arise my sinne: I am worse then whats most ill, depriude all reason, My hart all firie lust, my soule all treason. My Lord, I feare your health, your changing brow Hath shewne so much disturbance, noble Sextus, Hath not your ventrous trauell from the campe, Nor the moyst rawnes of these humorous night impairde your health? Diuinest Lucrece no. I cannot eate.