Markham, Gervase / Machin, Lewis · published 1608 · first performed or written 1608 [1607-1608] (Annals) tragicomedy · Children of the King's Revels unassigned nearest T53 The crown: kingship claimed, resigned an · 511 words
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Speak softly gentle Lord behold, behold The silly birds are tangled in your snare, And have no way to scape your punishment: See how her eyes do court him, and his looks pay to her love a double interest: fie fie, they are toe blame. What are you my Lord? Your highness servant, but misfortunes slave. Your game I mean. Nothing in show, yet somewhat in account, Madam I am blank. You are a double game, and I am no less, there's an hundred, & all cards made but one knave. Mark that, of my life she means your majesty. True, I know she holds me as her varlet, And that I am imperfect in her game, But my revenge shall give me better place, Beyond the hate of her foul impudence. Nay good my Lord observe, they will confirm you better. What's your game now? Four Kings as I imagine. Nay I have two, yet one doth me little good. Indeed mine are 2 Queens, & one I'll throw away. Doth your majesty mark that? You are the King that she is weary of, And my sister the Queen that he will castaway. Can you decard Madam? Hardly but I must do hurt. But spare not any to confirm your game. Would you have more plain proof of their foul treason? They do not plot your highness death alone. But others which they think depend on me. Myself and those which do you services, They are bloody minded, yet for myself, Were it not for your safety, I could wish You would remit and blot these errors out, In hope that time would bring them to more virtue. O than thou didst not love me, nor thy faith took hold upon my scandals, fie I am mad, Shamed and disgraced, all wit-stung, wisdomless. Within there ho? Did your majesty call? Go instantly, (nay do not look sad or pale, Neither dispute with me nor with thy thoughts: But as thou lov'st thy life, effect my will) Call all my guard, ascend the Queen's privy chamber, And in my name arrest her and Prince Philocles of treason: Make no delay but in thy diligence Show how thou dost respect me, arrested once, Convey them unto straightest prison: away. For you my Lord, go instantly prepare, And summon all the Princes of our land Unto an instant Parliament, where we Will have them both condemned immediately, Without their answers plaints or piteousness. Since women's tears do blunt revenges sword, I will not see nor hear them speak one word. Madam and Prince Philocles, in the King's name I arrest you both of high treason. He lies that saith I ever knew the word. I pray thee do not affright me gentle Lord, Thy words do carry death even in their sound. Madam I am most sorry 'tis my fortune, But what I do is by the King's commission. Whence is that warrant grounded, or what's our treason? I am his instrument but not his counsellor. Witness my tears that I am innocent.
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Speak softly gentle Lord behold, behold The sillie birds are tangled in your snare, And haue no way to scape your punishment: See how her eies doe court him, and his lookes pay to her loue a double interest: fie fie, they are toe blame. What are you my Lord? Your highnes seruant, but misfortunes slaue. Your game I meane. Nothing in show, yet somewhat in account, Madam I am blanke. You are a double game, and I am no lesse, theres an hundred, & all cards made but one knaue. Marke that, of my life she meanes your Maiesty. True, I know she holds me as her varlet, And that I am imperfit in her game, But my reuenge shall giue me better place, Beyond the hate of her foule impudence. Nay good my Lord obserue, they will confirme you better. Whats your game now? Foure Kings as I imagine. Nay I haue two, yet one doth me little good. Indeed mine are 2 Queenes, & one Ile throw away. Doth your Maiesty marke that? You are the King that she is wearie of, And my sister the Queene that he will castaway. Can you decard Madam? Hardly but I must doe hurt. But spare not any to confirme your game. Would you haue more plaine proofe of their foule treason? They doe not plot your highnes death alone. But others which they thinke depend on me. My selfe and those which doe you seruices, They are bloudy minded, yet for my selfe, Were it not for your saftie, I could wish You would remit and blot these errors out, In hope that time would bring them to more vertue. O then thou didst not loue me, nor thy faith Tooke hold vpon my scandals, fie I am mad, Sham'd and disgrac't, all wit-stung, wisdomlesse. Within there ho? Did your maiesty call? Go instantly, (nay doe not looke sad or pale, Neither dispute with me nor with thy thoughts: But as thou lou'st thy life, effect my will) Call all my guard, ascend the Queenes priuie chamber, And in my name arrest her and Prince Philocles of treason: Make no delay but in thy diligence Shew how thou dost respect me, arrested once, Conuey them vnto straitest prison: away. For you my Lord, go instantly prepare, And summon all the Princes of our land Vnto an instant Parliament, where we Will haue them both condemn'd imediately, Without their answeres plaints or pitiousnes. Since womens teares doe blunt reuenges sword, I will not see nor heare thē speake one word. Madam and Prince Philocles, in the Kings name I arrest you both of high treason. He lies that saith I euer knew the word. I pray thee doe not affright me gentle Lord, Thy words doe cary death euen in their sound. Madam I am most sorrie tis my fortune, But what I doe is by the Kings commission. Whence is that warrant grounded, or whats our treason? I am his instrument but not his counsailor. Witnesse my teares that I am innocent.