Markham, Gervase / Machin, Lewis · published 1608 · first performed or written 1608 [1607-1608] (Annals) tragicomedy · Children of the King's Revels unassigned nearest T38 Death, parting and grief at court · 499 words
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THe Queen is all for revels, her light heart, Unladen from the heaviness of state, Bestows itself upon delightfulness. She follows her creation and her sex. In my conceit it is as vile a thing, To see the worthy model of a woman, Who had not been at all; but to give life, And stirring spleen to man's alacrity, To sit o'erwhelmed with thought, with dark amuse And the sad sullenness of a grieved dislike; As to behold an old man in his furs, Whose well spent youth, hath given his age full strength To be his country's best physician, To caper to his grave, and with vain gauds Trick up his coffin, and upon his tomb, To leave no knowledge but his levity. 'tis true indeed, and nature in herself, Doth give us still distaste in contraries. And in my thoughts it is as base to see a woman man As see a man a long robed feminine. Well, we forget ourselves my Lord, What is the music ready? I pray you command the guard to take their halberds in their hands, the ushers should have seen this room perfumed, in faith they are too negligent: here comes the Queen. Loud music there, and let the God of Harmony Ravish our senses with delightful airs, Tuned to the music of the higher sphere, And with that mortal sign rarely show, The joys in Joves' high court, to feast the Gods, Making that place abound in happiness. Come noble Philocles I cease you first, (Mariana there are choice of other Lords) In gracing you, it is the king I grace. Come honest Lord, 'tis you must stand to me, The Queen in mine doth challenge interest, And I must fly for shelter to my friends. And i'll be glad to be your coverture. O no my Lord, not till the weather change. Well when you please, mean time you do me grace. Nay my Lord, there's a Lady worth the handling. Sound music then, fill earth with heavens pleasure, My Queen is out of time, though she keep measure. Be lucky villainy, Hit now the mark that mine ambition aims at Me thinks I see that lean Italian devil, jealousy, dance In his eyes: possess him spirit of rage, Mufflle his understanding with black thoughts, Let passion govern reason, falsehood truth, Oblivion hide his age, hate kill his youth. Thou dancest on my heart lascivious Queen, Even as upon these rushes, which thou treadest: See how her motions wind about his eyes, And doth present to him her passions, Now doth her moistening palm glow in his hand And courts him unto dalliance: she dies, 'tis just, she's slave to murder that is slave to lust. Thou curse of greatness, waking eyed suspicion, Now help thy poor friends, murder and ambition. This strain contained a preticke change. Proceed unto the next. Sin follows sin, and change on change doth wait, Thy change doth change my love to cruel hate.
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THe Queene is all for reuelles, her light heart, Vnladen from the heauinesse of state, Bestowes it selfe vpon delightfulnesse. She followes her creation and her sexe. In my conceit it is as vile a thing, To see the worthy modell of a woman, Who had not beene at all; but to giue life, And stirring spleene to mans allacrity, To sit orewhelmd with thought, with darke amuze And the sad sullennesse of a grieued dislike; As to behold an old man in his furres, Whose well spent youth, hath giuen his age full strength To be his countries best physitian, To caper to his graue, and with vaine gaudes Trick vp his coffin, and vpon his tombe, To leaue no knowledge but his leuitie. Tis true indeed, and nature in her selfe, Doth giue vs still distaste in contraries. And in my thoughts it is as base to see a woman man As see a man a long roab'd feminine. Well, we forget our selues my Lord, What is the musicke ready? I pray you command the guard to take their halberts in their hands, the Vshers should haue seene this roome perfum'd, in faith they are too negligent: here comes the Queene. Loud musicke there, and let the God of Harmony Rauish our senses with delightfull aires, Tun'd to the musicke of the higher spheare, And with that mortall signe rarely shew, The ioyes in Ioues high court, to feast the Gods, Making that place abound in happinsse. Come noble Philocles I ceaze you first, (Mariana there are choice of other Lords) In gracing you, it is the king I grace. Come honest Lord, tis you must stand to me, The Queene in mine doth challenge interest, And I must flie for shelter to my friends. And ile be glad to be your couerture. O no my Lord, not till the weather change. Wel when you please, meane time you do me grace. Nay my Lord, ther's a Lady worth the handling. Sound musicke then, fill earth with heauens pleasure, My Queene is out of time, though she keep measure. Be luckie villainie, Hit now the marke that mine ambition aimes at Me thinks I see that leane Italian diuell, iealousie, daunce In his eies: possesse him spirit of rage, Mufflle his vnderstanding with black thoughts, Let passion gouerne reason, falshood truth, Obliuion hide his age, hate kill his youth. Thou dauncest on my heart lasciuious Queene, Euen as vpon these rushes, which thou treadest: See how her motions winde about his eies, And doth present to him her passions, Now doth her moistning palme glow in his hand And courts him vnto dalliance: she dies, tis iust, Shee's slaue to murder that is slaue to lust. Thou curse of greatnesse, waking ei'd suspition, Now help thy poore friends, murder and ambition. This straine contain'd a preticke change. Proceed vnto the next. Sinne follows sin, and change on change doth wait, Thy change doth change my loue to cruell hate.