Beaumont, Francis / Fletcher, John · published 1615 · first performed or written 1608 [c.1607-1608] (Annals) tragedy · Children of the Queen's Revels unassigned nearest T14 Royal love, favour and dynastic relation · 480 words
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The Lord Ismenus, your General, for his dispatch. Onephen we have no use to employ your Virtue in our war: now the province is well settled: Hear you aught of the Marquis? No Sir, 'tis strange he should be gone thus: This 5. days he was not seen. I'll hold my life, I could boult him in an hour: where's my Daughter? About the purging of the Temples, Sir. she's chaste and virtuous; Fetch her to me, And tell her I am pleased to grant her now Her last request, without repenting me. Be it what it will: she is wise Dorialus, And will not press me farther than a Father. I pray the best may follow: yet if your grace Had taken the opinions of your people, At least of such, whose wisdoms ever wake About your safety, I may say it Sir, Under your noble pardon: that this change Either had been more honour to the Gods, Or I think not at all. Sir the princess. O my Daughter, my health! And did I say my soul, I lied not; Thou art so near me, speak, and have whatever Thy wise will leads thee too: had I a Heaven, It were too poor a place for such a goodness. What's here? An ape's skin stuffed I think, 'tis so plump. Sir, you have passed your word, Still be a prince, and hold you to it. Wonder not I press you, my life lies in your word, If you break that, you have broke my heart, I must ask That's my shame, and your will must not deny me: Now for Heaven be not for sworn. By the Gods I will not, I cannot, were there no other power, Than my love called to a witness of it. They have much reason to trust, You have for sworn one of 'em out o'th' country already. Then this is my request: This Gent: be not ashamed, Sir: You are worth a Kingdom. In what? In way of marriage. How? In way of Marriage, it must be so. Your Oath is tied to heaven: as my love to him, I know thou dost but try my Age, Come ask again. If I should ask all my life time, this is all still. Sir I am serious, I must have this worthy man without inquiring why; and suddenly, and freely: Do not look for reason or obedience in my words: My Love admits no wisdom: Only haste, and hope hangs on my fury. Speak Sir, speak, but not as a Father, I am deaf and dull to counsel: my inflamed blood Hears nothing but my will, For God's sake speak. Here's a brave alteration. This comes of Chastity. Will not you speak Sir? The God begins his vengeance; what a sweet youth he has sent us here, with a pudding in's belly?
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The Lord Ismenus, your Generall, for his dispatch. Onphn Wee haue no vse to imploy your Vertue in our warre: now the prouince is well setled: Heare you ought of the Marquis? No Syr, Tis strange hee should be gone thus: This 5. dayes hee was not seene. Ile hold my life, I could boult him in an houre: Wher's my Daughter? About the purging of the Temples, Syr. Shees chast and vertuous; Fetch her to mee, And tell her I am pleasd to graunt her now Her last request, without repenting mee. Be it what it will: shee is wise Dorialus, And will not presse me farther then a Father. I pray the best may follow: yet if your grace Had taken the opinions of your people, At least of such, whose wisedomes euer wake About your safety, I may say it Syr, Vnder your noble pardon: that this change Either had bene more honour to the Gods, Or I thinke not at all. Syr the princesse. O my Daughter, my health! And did I say my soule, I lyde not; Thou art so neere mee, speake, and haue what euer Thy wise will leades thee too: had I a Heauen, It were too poore a place for such a goodnes. Whats heere? An Apes skin stufft I thinke, tis so plumpe. Syr, you haue past your word, Still be a prince, and hold you to it. Wonder not I presse you, my life lyes in your word, If you break that, you haue broke my hart, I must aske Thats my shame, and your will must not deny mee: Now for Heauen be not for sworne. By the Gods I will not, I cannot, were there no other power, Then my loue calld to a witnes of it. They haue much reason to trust, You haue for sworn one of em out oth coutrey already. Then this is my request: This Gent: Bee not ashamd, Syr: You are worth a Kingdome. In what? In way of marriage. How? In way of Marriage, it must be so. Your Oath is tyde to heauen: as my loue to him, I know thou doest but trie my Age, Come aske againe. If I should aske all my life time, this is all still. Syr I am serious, I must haue this worthy man without enquyring why; and suddenly, and freely: Doe not looke for reason or obedience in my words: My Loue admits no wisedome: Onely hast, and hope hangs on my furie. Speake Syr, speake, but not as a Father, I am deafe and dull to counsell: my inflamed bloud Heares nothing but my will, For Gods sake speake. Heres a braue alteration. This comes of Chastitie. Will not you speake Syr? The God begins his vengeance; what a sweet youth he has sent vs here, with a pudding ins belly?