Beaumont, Francis / Fletcher, John · published 1619 · first performed or written 1610 [c.1610-1611] (Annals) tragedy · King's Men · Blackfriars unassigned nearest T38 Death, parting and grief at court · 503 words
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madam good night, may all the marriage joys That longing maids imagine in their beds Prove so unto you, may not discontent Grow twixt your love and you, but if there do, inquire of me and I will guide your moan, And teach you an artificial way to grieve, To keep your sorrow waking, love your Lord No worse than I, but if you love so well, Alas you may displease him, so did I, This is the last time you shall look on me: Ladies farewell, as soon as I am dead, Come all and watch one night about my hearse. Bring each a mournful story and a tear, To offer at it when I go to earth; With flattering ivy clasp my coffin round, Write on my brow my fortune, let my beer Be borne by Virgins that shall sing by course, The truth of maids, and perjuries of men. Alas I pity thee. madam good night. Come we'll let in the Bridegroom. Where's my Lord? Here take this light, he'll find her in the dark. Your lady's scarce a-bed, you must help her. Go and be happy in your ladies love, May all the wrongs that you have done to me, Be utterly forgotten in my death, I'll trouble you no more, yet I will take A parting kiss, and will not be denied, You'll come my Lord and see the virgins weep, When I am laid in earth; though you yourself Can know no pity, thus I wind myself Into this willow garland, and am prouder That I was once your love, (though now refused) Then to have had another true to me. So with prayers I leave you, and must try Some yet unpractised way to grieve and die, Come Ladies will you go. Good night my Lord. Much happiness unto you all. I did that Lady wrong, methinks I feel A grief shoot suddenly through all my veins, Mine eyes rain, this is strange at such a time, It was the King first moved me to't, but he Has not my will in keeping,— why did I perplex myself thus; something whispers me, Go not to bed, my guilt is not so great as mine own conscience, too sensible Would make me think, I only break a promise, And 'twas the King enforced me, timorous flesh, Why shak'st thou so, away my idle fears, Yonder is she, the luster of whose eye, Can blot away the sad remembrance Of all these things:— oh my Euadne spare That tender body, let it not take cold, The vapours of the night shall not fall here, To bed my love, Hymen will punish us, For being slack performers of his rights, camest thou to call me. No? Come, come, my love, And let us lose ourselves to one another, Why art thou up so long. I am not well. To bed, then let me wind thee in these arms, Till I have banished sickness. Good my Lord I cannot sleep.
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Madame good night, may all the mariage ioyes That longing maides imagine in their beds Proue so vnto you, may not discontent Grow twixt your loue and you, but if there doe, Enquire of me and I will guide your mone, And teach you an artificiall way to grieue, To keepe your sorrow waking, loue your Lord No worse then I, but if you loue so well, Alas you may displease him, so did I, This is the last time you shall looke on me: Ladies farewell, as soone as I am dead, Come all and watch one night about my hearse. Bring each a mournefull stoie and a teare, To offer at it when I goe to earth; With flattering Iuy claspe my coffin round, Write on my brow my fortune, let my beere Be borne by Virgins that shall sing by course, The truth of maides, and periuries of men. Alas I pittie thee. Madame good night. Come weele let in the Bridegroome. Where's my Lord? Here take this light, Heele finde her in the darke. Your Ladye's scarse a bed, you must helpe her. Goe and be happy in your Ladyes loue, May all the wrongs that you haue done to me, Be vtterly forgotten in my death, Ile trouble you no more, yet I will take A parting kisse, and will not be denied, You'le come my Lord and see the virgins weepe, When I am laid in earth; though you your selfe Can know no pittie, thus I winde my selfe Into this willow garland, and am prouder That I was once your loue, (though now refus'd) Then to haue had another true to me. So with praiers I leaue you, and must trie Some yet vnpractis'd way to grieue and die, Come Ladies will you goe. Good night my Lord. Much happinesse vnto you all. I did that Lady wrong, me thinkes I feele A griefe shoot suddenly through all my veines, Mine eyes raine, this is strange at such a time, It was the King first mou'd me too't, but he Has not my will in keeping, — why did I perplex my selfe thus; something whispers me, Goe not to bed, my guilt is not so great as mine owne conscience, too sencible Would make me thinke, I onely breake a promise, And twas the King inforst me, timerous flesh, Why shakst thou so, away my idle feares, Yonder is she, the lster of whose eie, Can blot away the sad remembrance Of all these things: — oh my Euadne spare That tender body, let it not take cold, The vapors of the night shall not fall here, To bed my loue, Hymen will punish vs, For being slack performers of his rights, Camst thou to call me. No? Come, come, my loue, And let vs loose our selues to one another, Why art thou vp so long. I am not well. To bed, then let me winde thee in these armes, Till I haue banisht sicknesse. Good my Lord I cannot sleepe.