Beaumont, Francis / Fletcher, John · published 1619 · first performed or written 1611 (Annals) tragicomedy · King's Men · Globe unassigned nearest T11 Siblings, kin and confidants · 515 words
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Alas, she's not so happy; thou dost know How she hath laboured since my Father died To take by treason hence this loathed life, That would but be to serve her, I have pardoned And pardoned, and by that have made her fit To practise new sins, not repent the old; She now has hired a slave to come from thence And strike me here, whom Gobrias sifting out, Took, and condemned, and executed there The carefulst servant: Heaven let me but live To pay that man; Nature is poor to me, That will not let me have as many deaths As are the times that he hath saved my life, That I might die 'em over all for him. Sir let her bear her sins on her own head, Vex not yourself. What will the world Conceive of me? with what unnatural sins Will they suppose me laden, when my life Is sought by her that gave it to the world? But yet he writes me comfort here, my sister He says is grown in beauty, and in grace, In all the innocent virtues that become A tender spotless maid: she stains her cheeks With mourning tears to purge her Mother's ill, And 'mongst her sacred dew she mingles prayers, Her pure oblations for my safe return: If I have lost the duty of a son, If any pomp or vanity of state Made me forget my natural offices; Nay farther, if I have not every night Expostulated with my wandering thoughts, If aught unto my Parent they have erred, And called 'em back: do you direct her arm Unto this foul dissembling heart of mine: But if I have been just to her, send out Your power to compass me, and hold me safe From searching treason; I will use no means But prayers: for rather suffer me to see From mine own veins issue a deadly flood, Then wash my dangers off with Mother's blood: I near saw such sudden extremities. Why, wilt thou have me die Spaconia, What should I do? Nay, let me stay alone, And when you see Armenia again, You shall behold a Tomb more worth than I, Some friend that either loves me, or my cause, Will build me something to distinguish me From other women: Many a weeping verse He will lay on, and much lament those maids That place their loves unfortunately too light, As I have done, where they can never reach: But why should you go to Iberia? Alas, that thou wilt ask me; Ask the man That rages in a fever, why he lies Distempered there, when all the other youths Are coursing o'er the Meadows with their loves? Can I resist it? am I not a slave To him that conquered me? That conquered thee, Tigranes he has won but half of Thy body; but thy mind may be as free As his, his will did never combat thine, And take it prisoner: But if he by force Convey my body hence, what helps it me Or thee to be unwilling?
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Alas, ſhees not ſo happie; thou doſt know How ſhee hath labour'd ſince my Father died To take by treaſon hence this loathed life, That would but be to ſerue her, I haue pardon'd And pardon'd, and by that haue made her fit To practiſe new ſinnes, not repent the olde; Shee now has hir'd a ſlaue to come from thence And ſtrike me here, whom Gobrias ſifting ̇out, Tooke, and condemn'd, and executed there The carefulſt ſeruant: Heauen let me but liue To pay that man; Nature is poore to me, That will not let me haue as many deathes As are the times that he hath ſau'd my life, That I might die vm ouer all for him. Sir let her beare her ſins on her owne head, Vex not your ſelfe. VVhat will the world Conceiue of me? with what vnnaturall ſinnes VVill they ſuppoſe me laden, when my life Is ſought by her that gaue it to the world? But yet he writes me comfort here, my ſiſter He ſayes is growne in beautie, and in grace, In all the innocent vertues that become A tender ſpotleſſe maide: ſhee ſtaines her cheekes VVith mourning teares to purge her Mothers ill, And mongſt her ſacred dew ſhee mingles prayers, Her pure oblations for my ſafe returne: If I haue loſt the dutie of a ſonne, If any pompe or vanitie of ſtate Made me forget my naturall offices; Nay farther, if I haue not euerie night Expoſtulated with my wandring thoughts, If ought vnto my Parent they haue err'd, And cald vm backe: doe you direct her arme Vnto this foule diſſembling heart of mine: But if I haue beene iuſt to her, ſend out Your power to compaſſe me, and hold me ſafe From ſearching treaſon; I will vſe no meanes But prayers: for rather ſuffer me to ſee From mine own veines iſſue a deadly floud, Then waſh my dangers off with Mothers bloud: I nere ſaw ſuch ſudden extremities. Why, wilt thou haue me die Spaconia, What ſhould I doe? Nay, let me ſtay alone, And when you ſee Armenia againe, You ſhall behold a Toombe more worth then I, Some friend that either loues me, or my cauſe, VVill build me ſomething to diſtinguiſh me From other women: Many a weeping verſe He will lay on, and much lament thoſe maides That place their loues vnfortunately hight, As I haue done, where they can neuer reach: But why ſhould you goe to Iberia? Alas, that thou wilt aske me; Aske the man That rages in a feauer, why hee lies Diſtemper'd there, when all the other youths Are courſing ore the Meadowes with their loues? Can I reſiſt it? am I not a ſlaue To him that conquer'd me? That conquer'd thee, Tigranes he has won but halfe of Thy bodie; but thy minde may be as free As his, his will did neuer combate thine, And take it priſoner: But if hee by force Conuey my bodie hence, what helpes it me Or thee to be vnwilling?