Shakespeare, William / Wilkins, George · published 1609 · first performed or written 1608 [1606-1608] (Annals) romance · King's Men · Globe unassigned nearest T14 Royal love, favour and dynastic relation · 493 words
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It shall no longer grieve, without reproof. And cursed be he that will not second it. Follow me then: Lord Hellicane, a word. With me? and welcome happy day, my Lords. Know, that our griefs are risen to the top, And now at length they overflow their banks. Your griefs, for what? Wrong not your Prince, you love. Wrong not yourself then, noble Hellican, But if the Prince do live, let us salute him, Or know what ground's made happy by his breath: If in the world he live, we'll seek him out: If in his grave he rest, we'll find him there, And be resolved he lives to govern us: Or dead, give's cause to mourn his funeral, And leave us to our free election. Whose death in deed, the strongest in our censure, And knowing this Kingdom is without a head, Like goodly Buildings left without a Roof, Soon fall to ruin: your noble self, That best know how to rule, and how to reign, We thus submit unto our Sovereign. Live noble Hellicane. Try honours cause; forbear your suffrages: If that you love Prince Pericles, forbear, (Take I your wish, I leap into the seas, Where's hourly trouble, for a minutes ease) A twelvemonth longer, let me entreat you To forbear the absence of your King; If in which time expired, he not return, I shall with aged patience bear your yoke: But if I cannot win you to this love, Go search like nobles, like noble subjects, And in your search, spend your adventurous worth, Whom if you find, and win unto return, You shall like Diamonds fit about his Crown. To wisdom, he's a fool, that will not yield: And since Lord Hellicane enjoineth us, We with our travels will endeavour. Then you love us, we you, & we'll clasp hands: When Peers thus knit, a Kingdom ever stands. Good morrow to the good Sim●ui●eses. Knights, from my daughter this I let you know, That for this twelvemonth, she'll not undertake A married life: her reason to herself is only known, Which from her, by no means can I get. May we not get access to her (my Lord?) faith, by no means, she hath so strictly Tied her to her Chamber, that 'tis impossible: One twelve Moons more she'll wear Diana's livery: This by the eye of Cynthia hath she vowed, And on her Virgin honour, will not break it. Loath to bid-farewell, we take our leaves. So, they are well dispatched: Now to my daughter's Letter; she tells me here, she'll wed the stranger Knight; Or never more to view nor day nor light. 'tis well Mistress, your choice agrees with mine: I like that well: nay how absolute she's in't, Not minding whether I dislike or no. Well, I do commend her choice, and will no longer Have it be delayed: Soft, here he comes, I must dissemble it. All fortune to the good Symonides.
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It shall no longer grieue, without reprofe. And curst be he that will not second it. Follow me then: Lord Hellicane, a word. With mee? and welcome happy day, my Lords. Know, that our griefes are risen to the top, And now at length they ouer-flow their bankes. Your griefes, for what? Wrong not your Prince, you loue. Wrong not your selfe then, noble Hellican, But if the Prince do liue, let vs salute him, Or know what ground's made happy by his breath: If in he liue, wee'le seeke him out: If in his raue he rest, wee'le find him there, And be resolued he liues to gouerne vs: Or dead, giu's cause to mourne his funerall, And leaue vs to our free election. Whose death in deed, the strongest in our sensure, And knowing this Kingdome is without a head, Like goodly Buyldings left without a Roofe, Soone fall to ruine: your noble selfe, That best know how to rule, and how to raigne, Wee thus submit vnto our Soueraigne. Liue noble Hellicane. Try honours cause; forbeare your suffrages: If that you loue Prince Pericles, forbeare, (Take I your wish, I leape into the seas, Where's howerly trouble, for a minuts ease) A twelue-month longer, let me intreat you To forbeare the absence of your King; If in which time expir'd, he not returne, I shall with aged patience beare your yoake: But if I cannot wne you to this loue, Goe search like nobles, like noble subiects, And in your search, spend your aduenturous worth, Whom if you find, and winne vnto returne, You shall like Diamonds it about his Crowne. To wisedome, hee's a foole, that will not yeeld: And since Lord Hellicane enioyneth vs, We with our trauels will endeauour. Then you loue vs, we you, & wee'le claspe hands: When Peeres thus knit, a Kingdome euer stands. Good morrow to the good Simuies. Knights, from my daughter this I let you know▪ That for this twelue-month, shee'le not vndertake A maried life: her reason to her selfe is onely knowne, Which from her, by no meanes can I get. May we not get accesse to her (my ?) Fayth, by no meanes, she hath so strictly Tyed her to her Chamber, that t'is impossible: One twelue Moones more shee'le weare Dianas liuerie: This by the eye of Cinthya hath she vowed, And on her Virgin honour, will not breake it. Loth to bid-farewell, we take our leaues. So, they are well dispatcht: Now to my daughters Letter; she telles me heere, Shee'le wedde the stranger Knight; Or neuer more to view nor day nor light. T'is well Mistris, your choyce agrees with mine: I like that well: nay how absolute she's in't, Not minding whether I dislike or no. Well, I do commend her choyce, and will no longer▪ Haue it be delayed: Soft, heere he comes, I must dissemble it. All fortune to the good Symids.