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 · 522 words
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Farewell thou worthy man, there were two bonds That tied our loves, a brother and a King, The least of which might fetch a flood of tears: But such the misery of greatness is, They have no time to mourn, then pardon me. Sirs, which way went she? Never follow her, For she alas was but the instrument. News is now brought in that Melantius Has got the Fort, and stands upon the wall, And with a loud voice calls to those few that pass At this dead time of night, delivering The innocence of this act. Gentlemen, I am your King. We do acknowledge it. I would I were not: follow all, for this must have a sudden stop. If the dull people can believe I am armed, Be constant Diph. now we have time, Either to bring our banished honour's home, Or to create new ones in our ends. I fear not, My spirit lies not that way. Courage Callianax. Would I had any, you should quickly know it. Speak to the people, thou art eloquent. 'tis a fine eloquence to come to the gallows, You were borne to be my end, the devil take you, Now must I hang for company, 'tis strange I should be old, and neither wise, nor valiant. See where he stands as boldly confident, As if he had his full command about him. He looks as if he had the better cause, Sir, Under your gracious pardon let me speak it, Though he be mighty spirited and forward To all great things, to all things of that danger Worse men shake at the telling of, yet certain I do believe him noble, and this action Rather pulled on then sought, his mind was ever As worthy as his hand. 'tis my fear too, Heaven forgive all: summon him Lord Cleon. Ho from the walls there. Worthy Cleon welcome, We could a wished you here Lord, you are honest. Well thou art as flattering a knave, though I dare not tell thee so. Melantius. Sir. I am sorry that we meet thus, our old love Never required such distance, pray to heaven You have not left yourself, and sought this safety More out of fear then honour, you have lost A noble master, which your faith, Melantius, I'm sure might have preserved. Royal young man, those tears look lovely on thee, Had they been shed for a deserving one, They had been lasting monuments: Thy brother, Whilst he was good, I called him King, and served him, With that strong faith, that most unwearied valour, Pulled people from the farthest sun to seek him, And beg his friendship, I was then his soldier, But since his hot pride drew him to disgrace me, And brand my noble actions with his lust, (That never-cured dishonour of my sister, Base stain of whore, and which is worse, The joy to make it still so, like myself) Thus I have flung him off with my allegiance, And stand here mine own justice for revenge, What I have suffered in him, and this old man Wronged almost to lunacy.
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Farewell thou worthy man, there were two bonds That tied our loues, a brother and a King, The least of which might fetch a floud of teares: But such the miserie of greatnesse is, They haue no time to mourne, then pardon me. Sirs, which way went she? Neuer follow her, For she alas was but the instrument. Newes is now brought in that Melantius Has got the Fort, and stands vpon the wall, And with a loud voice cals to those few that passe At this dead time of night, deliuering The innocence of this act. Gentlemen I am your King. We doe acknowledge it. I would I were not: follow all, for this must haue a sudden stop. If the dull people can beleeue I am arm'd, Be constant Diph. now we haue time, Either to bring our banisht honours home, Or to create new ones in our ends. I feare not, My spirit lies not that way. Courage Callianax. Would I had any, you should quickly know it. Speake to the people, thou art eloquent. Tis a fine eloquence to come to the gallowes, You were borne to be my end, the deuill take you, Now must I hang for company, tis strange I should be old, and neither wise, nor valiant. See where he stands as boldly confident, As if he had his full command about him. He lookes as if he had the better cause, Sir, Vnder your gracious pardon let me speake it, Though he be mightie spirited and forward To all great things, to all things of that danger Wose men shake at the telling of, yet certaine I doe beleeue him noble, and this action Rather puld on then sought, his minde was euer As worthy as his hand. Tis my feare too, Heauen forgiue all: summon him Lord Cleon. Ho from the walls there. Worthy Cleon welcome, We could a wisht you here Lord, you are honest. Well thou art as flattering a knaue, though I dare not tell thee so. Melantius. Sir. I am sorrie that we meet thus, our old loue Neuer requir'd such distance, pray to heauen You haue not left your selfe, and sought this safetie More out of feare then honour, you haue lost A noble master, which your faith, Melantius, I'm sure might haue preserued. Royall young man, those teares looke louely on thee, Had they beene shed for a deseruing one, They had beene lasting monuments: Thy brother, Whilst he was good, I cald him King, and seru'd him, With that strong faith, that most vnwearied valour, Puld people from the farthest sunne to seeke him, And begge his friendship, I was then his souldier, But since his hot pride drew him to disgrace me, And brand my noble actions with his lust, (That neuer-cur'd dishonour of my sister, Base staine of whore, and which is worse, The ioy to make it still so, like my selfe) Thus I haue flung him off with my allegeance, And stand here mine owne iustice for reuenge, What I haue suffred in him, and this old man Wrongd almost to lunacie.