Beaumont, Francis / Fletcher, John · published 1619 · first performed or written 1610 [c.1610-1611] (Annals) tragedy · King's Men · Blackfriars unassigned nearest T1 Death, grief and revenge · 482 words
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Do not I know the uncontrolled thoughts, That youth brings with him, when his blood is high, With expectation and desire of that He long hath waited for, is not his spirit Though he be temperate, of a valiant strain As this our age hath known, what could he do If such a sudden speech had met his blood, But ruin thee for ever, if he had not killed thee He could not bear it thus, he is as we Or any other wronged man. This is dissembling, Amintor, thou hast an ingenious look, And shouldst be virtuous, it amazeth me That thou shouldst make such base malicious lies. What my dear wife. Dear wife, I do despise thee, Why nothing can be baser than to sow Dissension amongst lovers, lovers? who. The King and I. Oh God. Who should live long and love without distaste, Were it not for such pick-thanks as thyself, Did you lie with me, swear now, and be punished in hell For this. The faithless sin I made To fair Aspatia, is not yet revenged, It follows me, I will not lose a word To this wild woman, but to you my King, The anguish of my soul thrusts out this truth, You're a tyrant, and not so much to wrong An honest man thus, as to take a pride In talking with him of it. Now sir, see how loud this fellow lies. You that can know to wrong, should know how Men must right themselves, what punishment is due, From me to him that shall abuse my bed, It is not death, nor can that satisfy, Unless I show how nobly I have freed myself. Draw not thy sword, thou know'st I cannot fear A subjects hand, but thou shalt feel the weight Of this if thou dost rage. The wait of that, If you have any worth, for heavens sake think I fear not swords, for as you are mere man, I dare as easily kill you for this deed, As you dare think to do it, but there is. Divinity about you, that strikes dead My rising passions, as you are my King, I fall before you and present my sword, To cut mine own flesh if it be your will, Alas! I am nothing but a multitude of walking griefs, yet should I murder you, I might before the world take the excuse Of madness, for compare my injuries, And they will well appear too sad a weight For reason to endure, but fall I first Amongst my sorrows, ere my treacherous sword Touch holy things, but why? I know not what I have to say, why did you choose out me To make thus wretched, there are thousands Easy to work on, and of state enough Within the Land. I would not have a fool, it were no credit for me.
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Doe not I know the vncontrouled thoughts, That youth brings with him, when his blood is high, With expectation and desire of that He long hath waited for, is not his spirit Though he be temperate, of a valiant traine As this our age hath knowne, what could he doe If such a suddaine speech had met his blood, But ruine thee for euer, if he had not kild thee He could not beare it thus, he is as we Or any other wrong'd man. This is dissembling, Amintor, thou hast an ingenious looke, And should'st be vertuous, it amazeth me That thou should'st make such base malicious lies. What my deere wife. Deere wife, I doe despise thee, Why nothing can be baser then to sow Discention amongst louers, Louers? who. The King and I. Oh God. Who should liue long and loue without distast, Were it not for such pickthanks as thy selfe, Did you lie with me, sweare now, and be punisht in hell For this. The faithlesse sin I made To faire Aspati, is not yet reueng'd, It followes me, I will not loose a word To this wilde woman, but to you my King, The anguish of my soule thrusts out this truth, Y'are a tirant, and not so much to wrong An honest man thus, as to take a pride In talking with him of it. Now sir, see how loud this fellow lies. You that can know to wrong, shold know how Men must right themselues, what punishment is due, From me to him that shall abuse my bed, It is not death, nor can that satisfie, Vnlesse I show how nobly I haue freed my selfe. Draw not thy sword, thou knowst I cannot feare A subiects hand, but thou shalt feele the weight Of this if thou doest rage. The waite of that, If you haue any worth, for heauens sake thinke I feare not swords, for as you are meere man, I dare as easily kill you for this deede, As you dare thinke to doe it, but there is. Diuinitie about you, that strikes dead My rising passions, as you are my King, I fall before you and present my sword, To cut mine owne lesh if it be your will, Alas! I am nothing but a multitude of walking griefes, yet should I murder you, I might before the world take the excuse Of madnesse, for compare my iniuris, And they will well appeare too sad a weight For reason to endure, but fall I first Amongst my sorrowes, ere my treacherous sword Touch holy things, but why? I know not what I haue to say, why did you choose out me To make thus wretched, there are thousands Easie to worke on, and of state enough Within the Land. I wold not haue a foole, it were no credit for me