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 · 502 words
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Show you, what a stir here is, why I will show you: Do you think; well, well, I know what I know, I pray come, come. 'tis in vain: but I am sure. devils take 'em, what do I meddle with 'em? You know yourself. Soul, I think I am: is there any man i'th' world? as if you knew not this already better than I. Pish, pish, I le give no reason. But I will tell thee one why thou shouldst stay: I have not one friend in the Court but thou, On whom I may be bold to trust to send me Any intelligence: and if thou lov'st me Thou wilt do this, thou needst not fear to stay, For there are newcome Proclamations out; Where all are pardoned but myself. 'tis true, and in the same Proclamation your fine sister Urania, whom you used so kindly, is proclaimed heir apparent to the Crown. What though, thou mayst stay at home without danger. Danger, hang danger, what tell you me of danger? Why if thou wilt not do't, I think thou dar'st not. I dare not: if you speak it in earnest, you are a boy. Well fir, if you dare, let me see you do't. Why so you shall, I will stay. Why God a mercy. You know I love you but too well. Now take these few directions: farewell, send to me by the wariest ways thou canst: I have a soul tells me we shall meet often. The gods protect thee. Pox o'me self for an Ass, I me crying now, God be with you, if I never see you again: why then pray get you gone, for grief and anger wonot let me know what I say. I'll to the Court as fast as I can, and see the new heir apparent. What hast thou sound him? madam he is coming in. Gods bless my brother wheresoe'er he is: And I you keep me fro the bed Of any naughty Tyrant whom my mother Would ha' me have to wrong him. What would her new Grace have with me? Leave us a while. My Lord Ismenus, I pray for the love of heaven and God, That you would tell me one thing, which I know You can do we'll. Where's her feign Grace? You know me we'll enough, but that you mock, I am she my sen. God bless him that shall be thy husband, if thou wear'st breeches thus soon, thou'lt be as impudent as thy mother. But will you tell me this one thing? What be't? if it be no great matter whether I do or no, perhaps I will. Yes faith 'tis matter. And what be't? I pray you let we know where the Prince my brother is. i'faith you shan be hanged first, is your mother so foolish to think your good Grace can sift it out of me? If you have any mercy left i'you to a poor wench tell me.
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Shew you, what a stirre here is, why I will shew you: Doe you thinke; well, well, I know what I know, I pray come, come. Tis in vaine: but I am sure. Diuels take em, what doe I meddle with em? You know your selfe. Soule, I thinke I am: is there any man ith world? as if you knew not this already better then I. Pish, pish, I le giue no reason. But I will tell thee one why thou shouldst stay: I haue not one friend in the Court but thou, On whom I may be bold to trust to send mee Any intelligence: and if thou lou'st me Thou wilt doe this, thou needst not feare to stay, For there are new-come Proclamations out; Where all are pardoned but my selfe. Tis true, and in the same Proclamation your fine sister Vrania, whome you vs'd so kindly, is preclaymd heyre apparant to the Crowne. What though, thou mayst stay at home without danger. Danger, hang danger, what tell you mee of danger? Why if thou wilt not do't, I think thou dar'st not. I dare not: if you speake it in earnest, you are a boy. Well fir, if you dare, let me see you do't. Why so you shall, I will stay. Why God a mercy. You know I loue you but too well. Now take these few directions: farewell, send to me by the wariest wayes thou canst: I haue a soule tells me we shall meete often. The gods protect thee. Poxe o'me selfe for an Asse, I me crying now, God be with you, if I neuer see you againe: why then pray get you gone, for griefe and anger wonnot let me know what I say. Ile to the Court as fast as I can, and see the new heyre apparant. What hast thou sound him? Madame he is comming in. Gods blesse my brother where so ere he is: And I be seech you keepe me fro the bed Of any naughtie Tyrant whom my mother Would ha me haue to wrong him. What would her new Grace haue with me? Leaue vs a while. My Lord Ismenus, I pray for the loue of heauen and God, That you would tell me one thing, which I know You can doe weele. Wheres her faine Grace? You know me weel inough, but that you mock, I am she my sen. God blesse him that shall bee thy husband, if thou wearst breeches thus soone, thoult bee as impudent as thy mother. But will you tell me this one thing? What ist? if it be no great matter whether I doe or no, perhaps I will. Yes faith tis matter. And what ist? I pray you let we know whaire the Prince my brother is. I faith you shan be hangd first, is your mother so foolish to thinke yonr good Grace can sift it out of me? If you haue any mercy left i'you to a poore wench tell me.