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 · 485 words
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I am dissolved. My frozen soul melts, may each sin thou hast, Find a new mercy, rise, I am at peace: Hadst thou been thus, thus excellently good Before that devil King tempted thy frailty Sure thou hadst made a Star, give me thy hand From this time I will know thee, and as far As honour gives me leave, be thy Amintor, When we meet next I will salute thee fairly, And pray the gods to give thee happy days, My Charity shall go along with thee Though my embraces must be far from thee, I should ha' killed thee, but this sweet repentance Locks up my vengeance, for which, thus I kiss thee The last kiss we must take, and would to heaven The holy Priest that gave our hands together, Had given us equal virtues, go Euadne The gods thus part our bodies, have a care My honour falls no further, I am well then. All the dear joys here, and above hereafter Crown thy fair soul, thus I take leave my Lord, And never shall you see the foul Euadne Till she have tried all honoured means that may Set her in rest, and wash her stains away. I cannot tell how I should credit this From you that are his enemy. I am sure he said it to me, and i'll justify it What way he dares oppose, but with my sword. But did he break without all circumstance To you his Foe, that he would have the fort To kill me, and then scape. If he deny it, i'll make him blush. It sounds incredibly. I so does every thing I say of late. Not so Callianax. Yes I should sit Mute whilst a Rogue with strong arms cuts your throat. Well I will try him, and if this be true I'll pawn my life i'll find it, if't be false And that you clothe your hate in such a lie You shall hereafter dote, in your own house, Not in the Court. Why if it be a lie Mine ears are false, for I be sworn I heard it, Old men are good for nothing, you were best Put me to death for hearing, and free him For meaning it, you would a trusted me Once, but the time is altered. And will still where I may do with justice to the world, you have no witness. Yes myself. No more I mean there were that heard it. How no more? would you have more? why am not I enough to hang a thousand Rogues. But so you may hang honest men too if you please. I may, 'tis like I will do so, there are a hundred will swear it for a need too, if I say it. Such witnesses we need not. And 'tis hard if my word cannot hang a boisterous knave. Enough, where's Strato.
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I am dissolued. My frozen soule melts, may each sin thou hast, Finde a new mercy, rise, I am at peace: Hadst thou beene thus, thus excellently good Before that deuill King tempted thy frailty Sure thou hadst made a Star, giue me thy hand From this time I will know thee, and as far As honour giues me leaue, be thy Amintor, When we meete next I will salute thee fairely, And pray the gods to giue thee happy daies, My Charity shall go along with thee Though my embraces must be far from thee, I should ha'kild thee, but this sweete repentance Lockes vp my vengeance, for which, thus I kisse thee The last kisse we must take, and would to heauen The holy Preist that gaue our hands together, Had giuen vs equall virtues, go Euadne The gods thus part our bodies, haue a care My honour falles no further, I am well then. All the deare ioyes here, and aboue hereafter Crowne thy faire soule, thus I take leaue my Lord, And neuer shall you see the foule Euadne Till she haue tried all honoured meanes that may Set her in rest, and wash her slaines away. I cannot tell how I should credit this From you that are his enemie. I am sure he said it to me, and ile iustifie it What way he dares oppose, but with my sword. But did he breake without all circumstance To you his Foe, that he would haue the fort To kill me, and then scape. If he deny it, ile make him blush. It sounds incredibly. I so does euery thing I say of late. Not so Callianx. Yes I should sit Mute whilst a Rogue with strong armes cuts your throate. Well I will trie him, and if this be true Ile pawne my life ile finde it, ift be false And that you cloath your hate in such a lie You shall hereafter doate, in your owne house, Not in the Court. Why if it be a lie Mine eares are false, for I besworne I heard it, Old men are good for nothing, you were best Put me to deah for hearing, and free him For meaning it, you would a trusted me Once, but the time is altered. And will still where I may doe with iustice to the world, you haue no witnesse. Yes my selfe. No more I meane there were that heard it. How no more? would you haue more? why am not I enough to hang a thousand Rogues. But so you may hang honest men too if you please. I may, tis like I will doe so, there are a hundred will sweare it for a need too, if I say it. Such witnesses we need not. And tis hard if my word cannot hang a boisterous knaue. Enough, where's Strato.