Beaumont, Francis / Fletcher, John · published 1619 · first performed or written 1611 (Annals) tragicomedy · King's Men · Globe unassigned nearest T50 Fleets, armies and generals: war by sea · 504 words
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Well again, an't please your grace; why I was run twice through the body, and shot i'th' head with a cross arrow, and yet am well again. I do not care how thou dost, is he well? Not care how I do, let a man out of the mightiness of his spirit fructify foreign Countries with his blood for the good of his own, and thus he shall be answered: why, I may live to relieve with spear and shield such a Lady distressed. Why, I will care, I am glad that thou art well; I prithee is he so? The King is well, and will be here tomorrow. My prayers are heard; now I will open mine. Bacurius, I must ease you of your charge: Madam, the wonted mercy of the King That overtakes your faults, has met with this, And struck it out; he has forgiven you freely, Your own will is your Law, be where you please. I thank him You will be ready To wait upon his Majesty tomorrow? I will. Madam, be wise hereafter: I am glad I have lost this Office. Good Captain Bessus, tell us the discourse Between Tigranes and our King, and how We got the victory. I prithee do, And if my brother were in any danger, Let not thy tale make him abide there long, Before thou bring him off; for all that while My heart will beat. Madam, let what will beat, I must tell truth, and thus it was: They fought single in lists but one to one, as for my own part I was dangerously hurt but three days before, else perhaps we had been two to two; I cannot tell, some thought we had; and the occasion of my hurt was this, the enemy had made trenches. Captain, without the manner of your hurt be much material to this business, we'll hear it some other time. ay, I prithee leave it, and go on with my brother. I will, but 'twould be worth your hearing: To the lists they came, and single sword and gauntlet was their fight. Alas. Without the lists there stood some dozen Captains of either side mingled, all which were sworn, and one of those was I: and 'twas my chance to stand near a Captain of the enemy's side, called Tiribasus; valiant they said he was: whilst these two Kings were stretching themselves, this Tiribasus cast something a scornful look on me, and asked me whom I thought would overcome: I smiled, and told him, if he would fight with me, he should perceive by the event of that whose King would win; something he answered, and a scuffle was like to grow, when one Zipetus offered to help him: I— All this is of thyself, I prithee Bessus Tell something of my brother, did he nothing? Why yes, I'll tell your Grace; they were not to fight till the word given, which for my own part by my troth I was not to give.
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VVell againe, ant pleaſe your grace; why I was run twice through the bodie, and ſhot ith head with a croſſe arrow, and yet am well againe. I doe not care how thou doſt, is he well? Not care how I doe, let a man out of the mightineſſe of his ſpirit fructifie forraigne Countries with his bloud for the good of his owne, and thus he ſhall be anſwered: why, I may liue to relieue with ſpeare and ſhield ſuch a Ladie diſtreſſed. Why, I will care, I am glad that thou art well; I prethee is he ſo? The King is well, and will be here to morrow. My prayers are heard; now I will open mine. Bacurius, I muſt eaſe you of your charge: Madam, the wonted mercie of the King That ouertakes your faults, has met with this, And ſtrucke it out; he has forgiuen you freelie, Your owne will is your Law, be where you pleaſe▪ I thanke him You will be readie To waite vpon his Maieſtie to morrow? I will. Madam, be wiſe hereafter: I am glad I haue loſt this Office. Good Captaine Beſſus, tell vs the diſcourſe Betweene Tigranes and our King, and how We got the victorie. I prethee doe, And if my brother were in any danger, Let not thy tale make him abide there long, Before thou bring him off; for all that while My heart will beate. Madam, let what will beate, I muſt tell truth, and thus it was: They fought ſingle in liſts but one to one, as for my own part I was dangerouſlie hurt but three dayes before, elſe perhaps wee had beene two to two; I cannot tell, ſome thought wee had; and the occaſion of my hurt was this, the enemie had made trenches. Captaine, without the manner of your hurt be much materiall to this buſineſſe, weele heare it ſome other time. I, I prethee leaue it, and goe on with my brother. I will, but 'twould be worth your hearing: To the liſts they came, and ſingle ſword and gauntlet was their fight. Alas. Without the liſts there ſtood ſome dozen Captaines of either ſide mingled, all which were ſworne, and one of thoſe was I: and twas my chance to ſtand neee a Captaine of the Enemies ſide, called Tiribaſus; valiant they ſaid he was: whilſt theſe two Kings were ſtretching themſelues, this Tiribaſus caſt ſomething a ſcornefull looke on mee, and askt mee whom I thought would ouercome: I ſmilde, and told him, if hee would fight with me, he ſhould perceiue by the euent of that whoſe King would winne; ſomething hee anſwered, and a ſcuffle was like to grow, when one Zipetus offerd to helpe him: I— All this is of thy ſelfe, I prethee Beſſus Tell ſomething of my brother, did he nothing? Why yes, Ile tell your Grace; they were not to fight till the word giuen, which for my owne part by my troth I was not to giue.