Chapman, George · published 1612 · first performed or written 1604 [1604-1605] (Annals) comedy · Children of the Queen's Revels · Blackfriars unassigned nearest T38 Death, parting and grief at court · 481 words
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O would himself descend, and me command. Dance; and his heart catch in another's hand. Now, what the Power and my torch's influence Hath in the blessings of your Nuptial joys (Great Bride and Bridegroom) you shall amply part Betwixt your free loves, and forego it never. Thanks to great Hymen, and fair Syluanes ever. I Hope Sir by this time. Put on man, by ourselves. The edge of your confidence is well taken off; would you not be content to withdraw your wager? Faith fellow Lycus, if my wager were weakly built, this unexpected accident might stagger it, For the truth is, this strain is extraordinary, to follow her husband's body into the Tomb, and there for his company to bury herself quick: it's new and stirring, but for all this, I'll not despair of my wager. Why Sir, can you think such a passion dissembled? All's one for that, What I think I think; In the mean time forget not to write to my Brother, how the plot hath succeeded, that the news of his death hath taken; a funeral solemnity performed, his supposed Corpse bestowed in the monument of our Family, thou and I horrible mourners: But above all that his intolerable virtuous Widow, for his love; (and for her love) Ero her handmaid, are descended with his Corpse into the vault; There wipe their eyes time out of mind, drink nothing but their own tears, and by this time are almost dead with famine. There's a point will sting it (for you say 'tis true) where left you him? At Dipolis Sir, some twenty miles hence. He keeps close. ay sir, by all means; skulks unknown under the name of a strange Knight. That may carry him without descrying, for there's a number of strange Knights abroad. You left him well. Well Sir, but for this jealous humour that haunts him. Well, this news will absolutely purge that humour. Write all, forget not to describe her passion at thy discovery of his slaughter: did she perform it well for her husband's wager? Perform it, call you it? you may jest; men hunt Hares to death for their sports, but the poor beasts die in earnest: you wager of her passions for your pleasure, but she takes little pleasure in those earnest passions. I never saw such an ecstasy of sorrow, since I knew the name of sorrow. Her hands flew up to her head like Furies, hid all her beauties in her dishevelled hair, & wept as she would turn fountain. I would you and her husband had been behind the Arras but to have heard her. I assure you Sir, I was so transported with the spectacle, that in despite of my discretion, I was forced to turn woman, and bear a part with her. Humanity broke loose from my heart, and streamed through mine eyes.
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O would himselfe descend, and me command. Dance; and his heart catch in an others hand. Now, what the Power and my Torches influence Hath in the blessings of your Nuptiall ioyes (Great Bride and Bridegroome) you shall amply part Betwixt your free loues, and forgoe it neuer. Thankes to great Hymen, and faire Syluanes euer. I Hope Sir by this time. Put on man, by our selues. The edge of your confidence is well taken off; would you not bee content to with-draw your wager? Faith fellow Lycus, if my wager were weakely built, this vnexpected accident might stagger it▪ For the truth is, this strain is extraordinarie, to follow her husbands bodie into the Tombe, and there for his companie to burie her selfe quick: it's new and stirring, but for all this, Ile not despaire of my wager. Why Sir, can you thinke such a passion dissembl'd? All's one for that, What I thinke I thinke; In the meane time forget not to write to my Brother, how the plot hath succeeded, that the newes of his death hath taken; a funerall solemnitie perform'd, his suppos'd Corse bestow'd in the monument of our Familie, thou and I horrible mourners: But aboue all that his intollerable vertuous Widow, for his loue; (and for her loue) Ero her hand-maid, are discended with his Corse into the vault; There wipe their eies time out of minde, drinke nothing but their own teares, and by this time are almost dead with famine. There's a point will sting it (for you say tis true) where left you him? At Dipolis Sir, some twentie miles hence. He keepes close. I sir, by all meanes; skulks vnknowne vnder the name of a strange Knight. That may carrie him without discrying, for there's a number of strange Knights abroad. You left him well. Well Sir, but for this iealous humour that hants him. Well, this newes will absolutely purge that humor. Write all, forget not to describe her passion at thy discouerie of his slaughter: did shee performe it well for her husbands wager? Performe it, call you it? you may iest; men hunt Hares to death for their sports, but the poore beasts die in earnest: you wager of her passions for your pleasure, but shee takes little pleasure in those earnest passions. I neuer saw such an extasie of sorrow, since I knew the name of sorrow. Her hands flew vp to her head like Furies, hid all her beauties in her discheuel'd haire, & wept as she would turne fountaine. I would you and her husband had beene behind the Arras but to haue heard her. I assure you Sir, I was so transported with the spectacle, that in despight of my discretion, I was forc't to turne woman, and beare a part with her. Humanitie broke loose from my heart, and stream'd through mine eies.