Beaumont, Francis / Fletcher, John · published 1615 · first performed or written 1608 [c.1607-1608] (Annals) tragedy · Children of the Queen's Revels unassigned nearest T1 Death, grief and revenge · 488 words
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Heaven, heaven I thank thee, What a slave was I to have my hand so far from This brave rescue, 't'ad been a thing to brag on When I was old. Shall we run for a wager to the Next Temple and give thanks? As fast as wishes. Good friends go home again, there's not a man shall go with me. Will you not take revenge? I le call them on. All that love me depart: I thank you, and will serve you for your loves: But I will thank you more to suffer me To govern 'em once: more, I do beg ye, For my sake to your houses. Gods preserve you. And what house will you go to? Ismenus I will take the wariest courses that I can think of to defend myself, but not offend. You may kill your mother, and never offend your father an honest man. Thou know'st I can scape now, that's all I look for: I'll leave. Tima. a pox take him, would I had him here, I would kill him at his own weapon single scythes we have built enough on him: plague on't, I'm out of all patience: discharge such an Army as this, that would have followed you without paying, o gods! To what end should keep 'em? I am free. Yes, free o'th' Traitors, for you are proclaimed one. Should I therefore make my myself one? This is one of your moral Philosophy is it? Heaven bless me from subtleties to undo myself with; But I know if, reason herself were here, She would not part with her own safety. Well, pardon Ismenus, for I know My courses are most just; nor will I stain 'em With one bad action: for thyself, thou know'st, That though I may command thee, I shall be A ready servant to thee if thou needst: and so I'll Take my leave. of whom? Of thee. Heart, you shall take no leave of me. Shall I not? No by the gods shall you not: nay if you have no more wit but to go absolutely alone, I'll be in a little. Nay prithee good Ismenus part with me. I wonot i'faith, never move it any more; for by this good light I wonot. This is an ill time to be thus unruly: Ismenus you must leave me. Yes if you can beat me away: else, the gods refuse me if I will leave you till I see more reason; you shan't undo yourself. But why wilt not leave me? Why I'll tell you, Because when you are gone, then— life, if I have not forgot my reason— he'll take me: you put me out of patience so: O! marry when you are gone, then will your Mother: a pox confound her, she never comes in my head but she spoils my memory to: there are a hundred reasons. But show me one.
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Heauen, heauen I thanke thee, What a slaue was I to haue my hand so farre from This braue rescue, 'tad beene a thing to bragge on When I was olde. Shall we runne for a wager to the Next Temple and giue thanks? As fast as wishes. Good friends goe home againe, there's not a man shall goe with me. Will you not take reuenge? I le call them on. All that loue me depart: I thanke you, and will serue you for your loues: But I will thanke you more to suffer me To gouerne em once: more, I doe beg yee, For my sake to your houses. Gods preserue you. And what house will you goe too? Ismenus I will take the wariest courses that I can thinke of to defend my selfe, but not offend. You may kill your mother, and neuer offend your father an honest man. Thou knowst I can scape now, thats all I looke for: Ile leaue. Tima. a pox take him, would I had him here, I would kill him at his owne weapon single sithes wee haue built inough on him: plague ont, Ime out of all patience: discharge such an Army as this, that would haue followed you without paying, ô gods! To what end should keepe em? I am free. Yes, free o'th Traytors, for you are proclaymed one. Should I therefore make my selse one? This is one of your morall Philosophy is it? Heauen blesse me from subtilties to vndo my self with; But I know if, reason her selfe were here, She would not part with her owne safetie. Well, pardon Ismenus, for I know My courses are most iust; nor will I staine em With one bad action: for thy selfe, thou knowst, That though I may command thee, I shall be A ready seruant to thee if thou needst: and so Ile Take my leaue. of whome? Of thee. Heart, you shall take no leaue of me. Shall I not? No by the gods shall you not: nay if you haue no more wit but to goe obsolutely alone, Ile bee in a little. Nay prethee good Ismenus part with me. I wonnoty faith, neuer moue it any more; for by this good light I wonnot. This is an ill time to be thus vnruly: Ismenus you must leaue me. Yes if you can beat me away: else, the gods resuse me if I will leaue you till I see more reason; you sha'nt vndoe your selfe. But why wilt not leaue me? Why Ile tell you, Because when you are gone, then — life, if I haue not forgot my reason— heele take mee: you put mee out of patience so: O! marry when you are gone, then will your Mother: a pox confound her, she neuer comes in my head but she spoiles my memory to: there are a hūdred reasons. But shew me one.