Markham, Gervase / Machin, Lewis · published 1608 · first performed or written 1608 [1607-1608] (Annals) tragicomedy · Children of the King's Revels unassigned nearest T24 Apollo, Phoebus and the Muses · 452 words
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No hope my Lord, the cure is desperate. Then I am king of grief, for in his words Found I more music then in quires of Angels, It was as silver as the chime of spheres. The breath of Lutes, or Ioves' deliciousness: Next to my Queen, he is my joy on earth: Nor shall the world contain that happy good Which with my tears I will not woo for him. My Lord of Epire, let it be strait proclaimed Thorough all the cities in our kingdoms verge, That who so will avow to cure this prince, And bring his work to wished effectualness Shall have ten thousand crowns and our best love; But if he fail in his great enterprise, His daring is the loss of present life, Since no man hitherto could do him good, The next shall help him or else lose his blood. Your majesty shall have your will performed. Not all so soon dear brother, what if a woman now Should turn Aesculapius and restore This dumb Hippolytus? nay do not look strange, I dare avow and undertake the cure. You sister, are you in your wits? Faith of the out side of them brother, yet a woman's tongue Whose burden still is superfluity, May lend a man an age's complement. Madam I would not have you with the bark Play yourself into day net, this great cure, I fear is far beyond your physics help. My Lord, you know not how Apollo loves me, I have been thought as fair as Oenone was, And dare be bold to claim this miracle. Mariana attend, glory & ruin compass thee about This hand shall raise thee to a golden throne, And grace thee with all styles of dignity; This cast thee down. Lower than lives misfortune and o'erwhelm Thy beauties with thy grave, perform be great, Fail and be worse than worst calamity. Stay gentle friend, my love doth bid thee stay, Attempt not, and be safe from misery. Sister you shall not grasp with mischief thus, My blood doth challenge interest in your ill, And I conjure you from this desperateness. Brother content yourself, words but augment our strife, I will perform or else my pawn's my life. Proceed fair virgin. Vouchsafe me privacy: now Venus be my speed, Speak gentle Philocles, thine oaths bond I untie And give thy vows a free enfranchisement, Thy well kept league hath showed thy strength of truth, And doth confirm me in my virtuousness: Thy martyrdom and sufferance is too long, And I restore it to new liberty. Then speak my Philocles, speak gentle Prince To her whose love respects and honours thee. How now, what virtue from thy charms?
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No hope my Lord, the cure is desperate. Then I am king of greife, for in his words Found I more musicke then in quires of Angels, It was as siluer as the chime of spheares. The breath of Lutes, or ioues deliciousnesse: Next to my Queene, he is my ioy on earth: Nor shall the world containe that happy good Which with my teares I will not wooe for him. My Lord of Epyre, let it be straight proclaim'd Thorow all the cities in our kingdomes verdge, That who so will avow to cure this prince, And bring his worke to wisht effectualnesse Shall haue ten thousand crownes and our best loue; But if he faile in his great enterprise, His daring is the losse of present life, Since no man hitherto could doe him good, The next shall help him or else loose his bloud. Your Maiesty shall haue your will performd. Not all so soone deare brother, what if a womā now Should turne Aesculapius and restore This dumbe Hypolitus? nay do not looke strange, I dare auow and vndertake the cure. You sister, are you in your wits? Faith of the out side of them brother, yet a womās tongue Whose burthen still is superfluity, May lend a man an ages complement. Madam I would not haue you with the barke Play your selfe into day net, this great cure, I feare is farre beyond your Physicks helpe. My Lord, you know not how Apollo loues me, I haue beene thought as faire as Oenon was, And dare be bold to claime this miracle. Mariana attend, glory & ruine compasse thee about This hand shall raise thee to a golden throne, And grace thee with all stiles of dignity; This cast thee downe. Lower then liues misfortune and orewhelme Thy beauties with thy graue, performe be great, Faile and be worse then worst calamitie. Stay gentle friend, my loue doth bid thee stay, Attempt not, and be safe from misery. Sister you shall not graspe with mischiefe thus, My bloud doth challenge interest in your ill, And I coniure you from this desperatnes. Brother content your selfe, words but augment our strife, I will performe or else my pawn's my life. Proceed faire virgin. Vouchsafe me priuacy: now Venus be my speed, Speake gentle Philocles, thine oaths bond I vntie And giue thy vowes a free infranchisment, Thy well kept league hath show'd thy strength of truth, And doth confirme me in my vertuousnesse: Thy martyrdome and sufferance is too long, And I restore it to new liberty. Then speake my Philocles, speak gentle Prince To her whose loue respects and honors thee. How now, what vertue from thy charmes?