Beaumont, Francis / Fletcher, John · published 1619 · first performed or written 1611 (Annals) tragicomedy · King's Men · Globe unassigned nearest T11 Siblings, kin and confidants · 480 words
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And then see if you want an owner, They are talking. Nations shall own you for their Queen. Tigranes, art not thou my prisoner? I am. And who is this? she is your Sister. she is so. Is she so again, that's well: And how dare you then offer to change words with her? Dare do it, why you brought me hither Sir To that intent. Perhaps I told you so, If I had sworn it, had you so much folly To credit it: The least word that she speaks Is worth a life: rule your disordered tongue, Or I will temper it. Blessed be that breath. Temper my tongue; such incivilities As these, no barbarous people ever knew: You break the law of Nature, and of Nations; You talk to me, as if I were a prisoner For theft: my tongue be tempered? I must speak If thunder check me, and I will. You will. Alas my Fortune. Do not fear his frown, dear Madam hear me. Fear not my frown: but that 'twere base in me To fight with one I know I can o'ercome, Again thou shouldst be conquered by me. He has one ransom with him already, methinks 'twere good to fight double, or quit. Away with him to prison; Now Sir see If my frown be regardless: why delay you? Seize him Bacurius, you shall know my word Sweeps like a wind, and all it grapples with▪ Are as the chaff before it. Touch me not. Help there. Away. It is in vain to struggle. You must be forced. Sir, you must pardon us, we must obey. Why do you dally there? Drag him away By any thing. Come Sir. justice, thou oughtst to give me strength enough To shake all these off: This is tyranny Arbaces, subtler than the burning Bulls, Or that famed tyrant's bed. Thou mightst as well Search in the depth of winter through the Snow For half starved people, to bring home with thee To show 'em fire, and send 'em back again, As use me thus. Let him be close Bacurius. I near rejoiced at any ill to him, But this imprisonment: what shall become Of me forsaken? You will not let your sister Depart thus discontented from you Sir? By no means Gobrius, I have done her wrong, And made myself believe much of myself, That is not in me: you did kneel to me, Whilst I stood stubborn and regardless by; And like a god incensed, gave no ear To all your prayers: behold, I kneel to you, Show a contempt as large as was my own, And I will suffer it; yet at the last forgive me. O you wrong me more in this, Then in your rage you did: you mock me now. Never forgive me then, which is the worst Can happen to me.
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And then ſee if you want an owner, They are talking. Nations ſhall owne you for their Queene. Tigranes, art not thou my priſoner? I am. And who is this? Shee is your Siſter. Shee is ſo. Is ſhee ſo againe, thats well: And how dare you then offer to change words with her? Dare doe it, why you brought me hither Sir To that intent. Perhaps I told you ſo, If I had ſworne it, had you ſo much follie To credit it: The leaſt word that ſhee ſpeakes Is worth a life: rule your diſorderd tongue, Or I will temper it. Bleſt be that breath. Temper my tongue; ſuch inciuilities As theſe, no barbarous people euer knew: You breake the law of Nature, and of Nations; You talke to me, as if I were a priſoner For theft: my tongue be temperd? I muſt ſpeake If thunder checke me▪ and I will. You will. Alas my Fortune. Doe not feare his frowne, deare Madam heare me. Feare not my frowne: but that 'twere baſe in me To fight with one I know I can orecome, Againe thou ſhouldſt be conquerd by me. He has one ranſome with him already, me thinkes twere good to fight double, or quit. Away with him to priſon; Now Sir ſee If my frowne be regardleſſe: why delay you? Seize him Bacurius, you ſhall know my word Sweepes like a wind, and all it grapples with▪ Are as the chaffe before it. Touch me not. Helpe there. Away. It is in vaine to ſtruggle. You muſt be forc't. Sir, you muſt pardon vs, we muſt obey. Why doe you dally there? Drag him away By any thing. Come Sir. Iuſtice, thou oughtſt to giue me ſtrength enough To ſhake all theſe off: This is tyranie Arbaces, ſubtiller then the burning Buls, Or that fam'd Tyrants bed. Thou mightſt as well Search in the depth of winter through the Snow For halfe ſtaru'd people, to bring home with thee To ſhew vm fire, and ſend vm backe againe, As vſe me thus. Let him be cloſe Bacurius. I nere reioyc'd at any ill to him, But this impriſonment: what ſhall become Of me forſaken? You will not let your ſiſter Depart thus diſcontented from you Sir? By no meanes Gobrius, I haue done her wrong, And made my ſelfe beleeue much of my ſelfe, That is not in me: you did kneele to me, Whilſt I ſtood ſtubborne and regardleſſe by; And like a god incenſed, gaue no eare To all your prayers: behold, I kneele to you, Shew a contempt as large as was my owne, And I will ſuffer it; yet at the laſt forgiue me. O you wrong me more in this, Then in your rage you did: you mocke me now. Neuer forgiue me then, which is the worſt Can happen to me.