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 · 497 words
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Ha ha ha. Too well, Cal: but if you use This once again I shall entreat some other To see your offices be well discharged. Be merry Gentlemen it grows somewhat late, Amintor thou wouldst be a-bed again. Yes Sir. And you Euadne let me take thee in my arm, Melantius thou art as thou deservest to be, my friend, Still, and for ever good Call: Sleep soundly, it will bring thee to thyself. Sleep soundly! I sleep soundly now I hope, I could not be thus else. How dar'st thou stay Alone with me, knowing how thou hast used me? You cannot blast me with your tongue, and that's the strongest Part you have about ye. Dost not thou look for some great punishment for this? I feel myself begin to forget all my hate, And take't unkindly that mine enemy Should use me so extremely scurvily. I shall meet too, if you begin to take Unkindness, I never meant you hurt. Thou'lt anger me again; thou wretched rogue, Meant me no wrong! disgrace me with the King, Lose all my offices, this is no hurt Is it, I prithee what dost thou call hurt? To poison men because they love me not, To call the credit of men's wives in question, To murder children, betwixt me and Land, This I call hurt. All this thou think'st is sport, For mine is worse, but use thy will with me, For betwixt grief and anger I could cry. Be wise then and be safe, thou mayst revenge. I o'th' the King, I would revenge of thee. That you must plot yourself. I am a fine plotter. The short is, I will hold thee with the King In this perplexity till peevishness And his disgrace have laid thee in thy grave. But if thou wilt deliver up the fort, I'll take thy trembling body in my arms, And bear thee over dangers, thou shalt hold Thy wonted state. If I should tell the King, canst thou deny't again? Try and believe. Nay then thou canst bring any thing about, Melantius, thou shalt have the fort. Why well, here let our hate be buried, and This hand shall right us both, give me thy aged breast To compass. Nay I do not love thee yet, I cannot well endure to look on thee, And if I thought it were a courtesy, Thou shouldst not have it, but I am disgraced, My offices are to be ta'en away, And if I did but hold this fort a day, I do believe the King would take it from me, And give it thee, things are so strangely carried, near thank me for't, but yet the King shall know There was some such thing in't I told him of, And that I was an honest man. he'll buy that knowledge very dearly: Diph. What news with thee? This were a night indeed to do it in, The King hath sent for her.
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Ha ha ha. Too well, Cal: but if you vse This once agen I shall intreat some other To see your offices be well dischargd. Be merry Gentlemen it growes somewhat late, Amintor thou wouldst be a bed agen. Yes Sir. And you Euadne let me take thee in my arme, Melantius thou art as thou deseruest to be, my freind, Still, and for euer good Call: Sleepe soundly, it will bring thee to thy selfe. Sleepe soundly! I sleepe soundly now I hope, I could not be thus else. How dar'st thou stay Alone with me, knowing how thou hast vsed me? You cannot blast me with your tongue, and thats the strongest Part you haue about ye. Dost not thou looke for some great punishment for this? I feele My selfe beginne to forget all my hate, And tak't vnkindly that mine enemy Should vse me so extremely scuruily. I shall meet too, if you begin to take Vnkindnesse, I neuer meant you hurt. Thoult anger me agen; thou wretched roague, Meant me no wrong! disgrace me with the King, Lose all my offices, this is no hurt Is it, I prethee what dost thou call hurt? To poison men because they loue me not, To call the credit of mens wiues in question, To murder children, betwixt me and Land, This I call hurt. All this thou think st is sport, For mine is worse, but vse thy will with me, For betwixt griefe and anger I could crie. Be wise then and be safe, thou maist reuenge. I oth' the King, I would reuenge of thee. That you must plot your selfe. I am a ine plotter. The short is, I will hold thee with the King In this perplexitie till peeuishnesse And his disgrace haue laid thee in thy graue. But if thou wilt deliuer vp the fort, Ile take thy trembling body in my armes, And beare thee ouer dangers, thou shalt hold Thy wonted state. If I should tell the King, canst thou deni't agen? Trie and beleeue. Nay then thou canst bring any thing about, Melantius, thou shalt haue the fort. Why well, here let our hate be buried, and This hand shall right vs both, giue me thy aged brest To compasse. Nay I doe not loue thee yet, I cannot well endure to looke on thee, And if I thought it were a curtesie, Thou shouldst not haue it, but I am disgrac't, My offices are to be tane away, And if I did but hold this fort a day, I doe beleeue the King would take it from me, And giue it thee, things are so strangely carried, Nere thanke me fort, but yet the King shall know There was some such thing int I told him of, And that I was an honest man. Heele buy that knowledge very deerely: Diph. What newes with thee? This were a night indeed to doe it in, The King hath sent for her.