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 · 505 words
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She shall perform it then, go Diph. And take from this good man my worthy friend The fort, he'll give it thee. ha' you got that? Art thou of the same breed? canst thou deny This to the King too? With a confidence as great as his. Faith like enough. Away and use him kindly. Touch not me, I hate the whole strain, if thou follow me a great way off, I'll give thee up the fort, and hang yourselves. Be gone. he's finely wrought. This is a night spite of Astronomers To do the deed in, I will wash the stain That rests upon our house, off with his blood. Melantius now assist me if thou be'st That which thou sayst, assist me, I have lost All my distempers, and have found a rage So pleasing, help me. Who can see him thus, And not swear vengeance? what's the matter friend? Out with thy sword, and hand in hand with me Rush to the chamber of this hated King, And sink him with the weight of all his sins To hell for ever. 'twere a rash attempt, Not to be done with safety, let your reason Plot your revenge, and not your passion. If thou refusest me in these extremes, Thou art no friend, he sent for her to me, By heaven to me, myself, and I must tell ye I love her as a stranger, there is worth In that vild woman, worthy things Melantius, And she repents, I'll do't myself alone, Though I be slain, farewell. he'll overthrow my whole design with madness, Amintor. Think what thou dost, I dare as much as valour, But 'tis the King, the King, the King, Amintor, With whom thou fightest, I know he's honest. And this will work with him. I cannot tell What thou hast said, but thou hast charmed my sword Out of my hand, and left me shaking here Defenceless. I will take it up for thee. What a wild beast is uncollected man! The thing that we call honour bears us all Headlong unto sin, and yet itself is nothing. Alas how variable are thy thoughts? just like my fortunes, I was run to that, I purposed to have chid thee for some plot I did distrust thou hadst against the King By that old fellows carriage, but take heed, There's not the least limb growing to a King But carries thunder in't. I have none against him. Why come then, and still remember we may not think revenge. I will remember. Sir is the King a-bed? Madam an hour ago. Give me the key then, and Sir let none be near. 'tis the king's pleasure. I understand you Madam, would 'twere mine, I must not wish good rest unto your Ladyship. You talk, you talk. 'tis all I dare do Madam, but the King will wake, and then methinks. Saving your imagination, pray good night Sir. A good night be it then, and a long one Madam, I am gone.
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She shall performe it then, goe Diph. And take from this good man my worthy friend The fort, heele giue it thee. Ha you got that? Art thou of the same breed? canst thou denie This to the King too? With a confidence as great as his. Faith like enough. Away and vse him kindly. Touch not me, I hate the whole straine, if thou follow me a great way off, Ile giue thee vp the fort, and hang your selues. Be gone. Hees finely wrought. This is a night spight of Astronomers To doe the deed in, I will wash the staine That rests vpon our house, off with his bloud. Melantius now assist me if thou beest That which thou saist, assist me, I haue lost All my distempers, and haue found a rage So pleasing, helpe me. Who can see him thus, And not sweare vengeance? whats the matter friend? Out with thy sword, and hand in hand with me Rush to the chamber of this hated King, And sinke him with the weight of all his sins To hell for euer. Twere a rash attempt, Not to be done with safetie, let your reason Plot your reuenge, and not your passion. If thou refusest me in these extremes, Thou art no friend, he sent for her to me, By heauen to me, my selfe, and I must tell ye I loue her as a stranger, there is worth In that vild woman, worhy things Melantius, And she repents, Ile doo't my selfe alone, Though I be slaine, farewell. Heele ouerthrow my whole designe with madne, Amintor. Thinke what thou doest, I dare as much as valour, But tis the King, the King, the King, Amintor, With whom thou fightest, I know hees honest. And this will worke with him. I cannot tell What thou hast said, but thou hast charmd my sword Out of my hand, and left me shaking here Defencelesse. I will take it vp for thee. What a wilde beast is vncollected man! The thing that we call honour beares vs all Headlong vnto sinne, and yet it selfe is nothing. Alas how variable are thy thoughts? Iust like my fortunes, I was run to that, I purposd to haue hid thee for some plot I did distrust thou hadst against the King By that old fellowes carriage, but take heed, Theres not the least limbe growing to a King But carries thunder in't. I haue none against him. Why come then, and still remember wee may not thinke reuenge. I will remember. Sir is the King abed? Madam an houre agoe. Giue me the key then, and Sir let none be neere. Tis the Kings pleasure. I vnderstand you Madam, would twere mine, I must not wish good rest vnto your Ladiship. You talke, you talke. Tis all I dare doe Madam, but the King will wake, and then me thinkes. Sauing your imagination, pray good night Sir. A good night be it then, and a long one Madam, I am gone.