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 · 489 words
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Monstrous woman, Mars would weep at this, and yet she cannot. Here lies your Minion too, slain by my hand, I will not say you are the cause: yet certain, I know you were too blame, the Gods forgive you. See, she stands as if she were inventing Some new destruction for the world. Ismenus, thou art welcome yet to my sad company. I come to make you somewhat sadder sir. You cannot, I am at the height already. Your Father's dead. I thought so, heaven be with him: o woman, woman, weep now or never, thou hast made more sorrows than we have eyes to utter. Now let heaven fall, I am at the worst of evils, a thing so miserable wretched, that every thing, the last of human comforts hath left me: I will not be so base and cold, to live and wait the mercies of these men I hate: no, 'tis just I die, since Fortune hath left me my step descent attends me: hand, strike thou home, I have soul enough to guide; and let all know, as I stood a Queen, the same I'll fall, and one with me. Ho. How do you sir? nearer my health, than I think any here, my tongue begins to falter: what is man? or who would be one, when he sees a poor weak woman can in an instant make him none. She is dead already. Let her be damned already as she is: post all for surgeons. Let not a man stir, for I am but dead: I have some few words which I would have you heart, And am afraid I shall want breath to speak 'em: First to you my Lords, You know Ismenus is Undoubtedly heir of Licia, I do beseech you all, When I am dead to show your duties to him. We vow to do't. I thank you. Next to you Cousin Ismenus, that shall be the Duke, I pray you let the broken Image of Cupid Be re-edified, I know all this is done by him. It shall be so. Last, I beseech you that my Mother-in-Law may have a burial according to— Dies. To what sir? There is a full point. I will interpret for him; she shall have burial according to her own deserts, with dogs. I would your Majesty would haste for settling of the people. I am ready. Agenor, go and let the Trumpets sound Some mournful thing, whilst we convey the body Of this unhappy Prince unto the Court, And of that virtuous Virgin to a grave: But drag her to a ditch, where let her lie Accursed, whilst one man has a memory. The time now of my Revenge draws near; Nor shall it lessen, as I am a god, With all the cries and prayers that have been; And those that be to come, though they be infinite, In need and number.
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Monstrous woman, Mars would weepe at this, and yet she cannot. Here lies your Minion too, slaine by my hand, I will not say you are the cause: yet certaine, I know you were too blame, the Gods forgiue you. See, she stands as if she were inuenting Some new destruction for the world. Ismenus, thou art welcome yet to my sad companie. I come to make you somewhat sadder sir. You cannot, I am at the height already. Your Fathers dead. I thought so, heauen be with him: ô woman, woman, weepe now or neuer, thou hast made more sorrowes then we haue eyes to vtter. Now let heauen fall, I am at the worst of euils, a thing so miserable wretched, that euery thing, the last of humane comforts hath left me: I will not bee so base and colde, to liue and wayte the mercies of these men I hate: no, tis iust I dye, since Fortune hath left me my step discent attends me: hand, strike thou home, I haue soule enough to guide; and let all know, as I stood a Queene, the same Ile fall, and one with me. Ho. How doe you sir? Neerer my health, then I thinke any here, my tongue begins to faulter: what is man? or who would be one, when he sees a poore weake woman can in an instant make him none. She is dead already. Let her be damnd already as she is: post all for Surgeants. Let not a man sturre, for I am but dead: I haue some few words which I wold haue you heart, And am afrayd I shall want breath to speake em: First to you my Lords, You know Ismenus is Vndoubtedly heyre of Licia, I doe beseech you all, When I am dead to shew your duties to him. We vow to do't. I thanke you. Next to you Couzen Ismenus, that shall be the Duke, I pray you let the broken Image of Cupid Be reedified, I know all this is done by him. It shall be so. Last, I beseech you that my Mother-in-Law may haue a buriall acording to — Dyes. To what sir? There is a full point. I will interpret for him; she shal haue buriall according to her owne deserts, with dogs. I would your Maiestie would haste for setling of the people. I am ready. Agenor, goe and let the Trumpets sound Some mournefull thing, whilst we conuey the body Of this vnhappy Prince vnto the Court, And of that vertuous Virgin to a graue: But dragge her to a ditch, where let her lye Accurst, whilst one man has a memory. The time now of my Reuenge drawes neere; Nor shall it lessen, as I am a god, With all the cryes and prayers that haue beene; And those that be to come, tho they be infinite, In neede and number.