Beaumont, Francis / Fletcher, John · published 1619 · first performed or written 1610 [c.1610-1611] (Annals) tragedy · King's Men · Blackfriars unassigned nearest T53 The crown: kingship claimed, resigned an · 483 words
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That heap of age, which I should reverence, If it were temperate, but testy years Are most contemptible. Good sir forbear. There is just such another as yourself. He will wrong you, or me, or any man, And talk as if he had no life to lose Since this our match: the King is come in, I would not for more wealth than I enjoy He should perceive you raging, he did hear You were at difference now, which hastened him. Make room there. Melantius thou art welcome, and thy love Is with me still; but this is not a place To brabble in, Calianax, join hands. He shall not have mine hand. This is no time To force you to't I do love you both, Calianax you look well to your office, And you Melantius are welcome home, Begin the mask. Sister I joy to see you, and your choice, You looked with my eyes when you took that man, Be happy in him. O my dearest brother, Your presence is more joyful than this day, Our reign is now, for in the quenching sea The Sun is drowned, and with him fell the day, Bright Cinthia hear my voice, I am the night For whom thou bear'st about, thy borrowed light, Appear, no longer thy pale visage shroud, But strike thy silver horns quite through a cloud, And send a beam upon my swarthy face, By which I may discover all the place And persons that have many longing eyes, Are come to wait on our solemnities. How dull and black am I, can I not find This beauty without thee, am I so blind, methinks they show like to those eastern streaks, That warn us hence before the morning breaks, Back my pale servant, for these eyes know how, To shoot far more and quicker rays than thou. Great Queen they be a troop for whom alone, One of my clearest moons I have put on, A troup that looks as if thyself and I, Had plucked our reins in, and our whips laid by To gaze upon those, that appear Brighter than we. Then let us keep 'em here, And never more our chariots drive away, But hold our places and outshine the day. Great Queen of shadows you are pleased to speak, Of more than may be done, we may not break The gods decrees, but when our time is come, Must drive away and give the day our room. Then shine at full pale Queen, & by that power, Produce a birth to fill this happy hour, Of nymphs and shepherds, and let their songs discover, Easy and sweet who is a happy lover, Or if thou wilt thine own Endymion From the sweet flowery bank he lies upon, On Latmus' brow thy pale beams drawn away, And of his long night let him make thy day.
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That heape of age, which I should reuerence, If it were temperate, but testie yeares Are most contemptible. Good sir forbeare. There is iust such another as your selfe. He will wrong you, or me, or any man, And talke as if he had no life to loose Since this our match: the King is come in, I would not for more wealth then I enioy He should perceiue you raging, he did heare You were at difference now, which hastned him. Make roome there. Melantius thou art welcome, and thy loue Is with me still; but this is not a place To brable in, Calianax, ioyne hands. He shall not haue mine hand. This is no time To force you too't I doe loue you both, Calianax you looke well to your office, And you Melantius are welcome home, Begin the maske. Sister I ioy to see you, and your choyce, You lookt with my eies when you tooke that man, Be happy in him. O my deerest brother, Your presence is more ioyfull then this day, Our raigne is now, for in the quenching sea The Sun is drownd, and with him fell the day, Bright Cinthia heare my voyce, I am the night For whom thou bearst about, thy borrowed light, Appeare, no longer thy pale visage shrowde, But strike thy siluer hornes quite through a cloud, And send a beame vpon my swarthie face, By which I may discouer all the place And persons that haue many longing eies, Are come to waite on our solemnities. How dull and black am I, can I not finde This beautie without thee, am I so blinde, Me thinkes they shew like to those easterne streaks, That warne vs hence before the morning breaks, Back my pale seruant, for these eies know how, To shoote farre more and quicker rayes then thou. Great Queen they be a troop for whom alone, One of my clearest moones I haue put on, A troope that lookes as if thy selfe and I, Had pluckt our reines in, and our whips laid by To gaze vpon those, that appeare Brighter then we. Then let vs keepe 'em here, And neuer more our chariots driue away, But hold our places and out-shine the day. Great Queene of shaddowes you are pleasd to speake, Of more then may be done, we may not breake The gods decrees, but when our time is come, Must driue away and giue the day our roome. Then shine at full pale Queen, & by that power, Produce a birth to fill this happy houre, Of Nimphes and shepheards, and let their songs discouer, Easie and sweete who is a happy louer, Or if thou w'oot thine owne Endimion From the sweete lowrie banck he lies vpon, On Lamus brow thy pale beames drawne away And of his long night let him make thy day.