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 · 529 words
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I talk not to thee. Shall the wild words of this distempered man; Frantic with age and sorrow make a breach Betwixt your Majesty and me, 'twas wrong To hearken to him, but to credit him As much, at least, as I have power to bear. But pardon me, whilst I speak only truth, I may commend myself— I have bestowed My careless blood with you, and should be loath To think an action that would make me lose That, and my thanks too: when I was a boy I thrust myself into my country's cause, And did a deed, that plucked five years from time And styled me man then, and for you my king Your Subjects all have fed by virtue of my arm, And you yourself have lived at home in ease, So terrible I grew that without swords My name hath fetched you conquest, and my heart And limbs are still the same, my will as great To do you service: let me not be paid With such a strange distrust. Melantius I held it great injustice to believe Thine enemy, and did, if I did, I do not, let that satisfy, what struck With sadness all? more wine. A few fine words have overthrown my truth, a thouart a Villain. Why, thou wert better let me have the fort, Dotard, I will disgrace thee thus for ever, There shall no credit lie upon thy words, Think better and deliver it. My liege, he's at me now again to do it, speak Deny it if thou canst, examine him Whilst he is hot, for if he cool again, He will forswear it. This is lunacy I hope, Melantius. He hath lost himself Much since his daughter missed the happiness My sister gained, and though he call me Foe, I pity him. A pity a pox upon you. Mark his disordered words, and at the Mask Diagoras knows he raged, and railed at me, And called a Lady Whore so innocent She understood him not, but it becomes Both you and me to forgive distraction, Pardon him as I do. I'll not speak for thee, for all thy cunning, if you will be safe chop off his head, for there was never known so impudent a Rascal. Some that love him get him to bed, why? pity should not let age make itself contemptible, we must be all old, have him away. Callianax the King believes you, come, you shall go home, and rest, you ha' done well, you'll give it up When I have used you thus a month, I hope. Now, now, 'tis plain Sir, he does move me still, He says he knows i'll give him up the fort When he has used me thus a month, I am mad Am I not still? Ha ha ha. I shall be mad indeed if you do thus, Why should you trust a sturdy fellow there, (That has no virtue in him, all's in his sword) before me; do but take his weapons from him And he's an Ass, and I am a very fool Both with him, and without him, as you use me.
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I talke not to thee. Shall the wilde word of this distempered man; Frantique with age and sorrow make a breach Betwixt your Maiestie and me, twas wrong To harken to him, but to credit him As much, at least, as I haue power to beare. But pardon me, whilst I speake onely truth, I may commend my selfe — I haue bestowd My carelesse bloud with you, and should be loath To thinke a action that would make me loose That, and my thankes too: when I was a boy I thrust my selfe into my Countries cause, And did a deed, that pluckt fiue yeares from time And stil'd me man then, and for you my king Your Subiects all haue fed by vertue of my arme, And you your selfe haue liu'd at home in ease, So terrible I grew that without swords My name hath fetcht you conquest, and my heart And limmes are still the same, my will as great To doe you seruice: let me not be paid With such a strange distrust. Melantius I held it great iniustice to beleeue Thine enemie, and did, if I did, I doe not, let that satisfie, what strooke With sadnesse all more wine. A few fine words haue ouerthrowne my truth, a th'art a Villaine. Why, thou wert better let me haue the fort, Dotard, I wil disgrace thee thus for euer, There shall no credit lie vpon thy words, Thinke better and deliuer it. My leige, hees at me now agen to doe it, speake Denie it if thou canst, examine him Whilst he is hot, for if hee coole agen, He will forsweare it. This is lunacie I hope, Melantius. He hath lost himselfe Much since his daughter mist the happinesse My sister gaind, and though he call me Foe, I pittie him. A pittie a pox vpon you. Marke his disordered words, and at the Maske Diagoras knowes he rag'd, and raild at me, And cald a Ladie Whore so innocent She vnderstood him not, but it becomes Both you and me to forgiue distraction, Pardon him as I doe. Ile not speake for thee, for all thy cunning, if you will be safe chop off his head, for there was neuer knowne so impudent a Rascall. Some that loue him get him to bed, why? pittie should not let age make it selfe contemptible, we must be all old, haue him away. Callianax the King beleeues you, come, you shall go home, and rest, you ha done well, youle giue it vp When I haue vsd you thus a month, I hope. Now, now, tis plaine Sir, he does moue me still, He saies he knowes ile giue him vp the fort When he has vsd me thus a month, I am mad Am I not still? Ha ha ha. I shall be mad indeed if you doe thus, Why should you trut a sturdie fellow there, (That has no virtue in him, alls in his sword) before me; doe but take his weapons from him And hees an Asse, and I am a very foole Both with him, and without him, as you vse me.