Beaumont, Francis / Fletcher, John · published 1619 · first performed or written 1611 (Annals) tragicomedy · King's Men · Globe unassigned nearest T1 Death, grief and revenge · 479 words
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If you be in earnest, Stand up, and give me but a gentle look, And two kind words, and I shall be in Heaven. Rise you then to; here I acknowledge thee My hope, the only jewel of my life, The best of sisters, dearer than my breath, A happiness as high as I could think; And when my actions call thee otherwise, Perdition light upon me. This is better Than if you had not frowned, it comes to me Like mercy at the block; and when I leave To serve you with my life, your curse be with me. Then thus I do salute thee, and again To make this knot the stronger; Paradise Is there: It may be you are still in doubt, This, this third kiss, blots it out. I wade in sin, And foolishly entice myself along: Take her away, see her a prisoner In her own chamber, closely Gobrius. Alas Sir, why? I must not stay the answer, do it. Good Sir. No more, do it I say. This is better and better. Yet hear me speak. I will not hear you speak; Away with her, let no man think to speak For such a creature: for she is a witch, A poisoner, and a traitor. Madam, this Office grieves me. Nay, 'tis well the King is pleased with it. Bessus, go you along too with her; I will prove All this that I have said, if I may live So long: but I am desperately sick, For she has given me poison in a kiss; She had it twixt her lips, and with her eyes She witch's people: go without a word. Why should you that have made me stand in war Like fate itself, cutting what threads I pleased, Decree such an unworthy end of me, And all my glories? what am I alas, That you oppose me? If my secret thoughts Have ever harboured swellings against you, They could not hurt you, and it is in you To give me sorrow, that will render me Apt to receive your mercy; rather so, Let it be rather so, then punish me With such unmanly sins: Incest is in me Dwelling already, and it must be holy That pulls it thence; where art Mardonius? Here Sir. I prithee bear me, if thou canst; Am I not grown a strange weight? As you were. No heavier? No Sir. Why, my legs Refuse to bear my body; O Mardonius, Thou hast in field beheld me, when thou know'st I could have gone, though I could never run. And so I shall again. O no, 'tis past. Pray ye go, rest yourself. Wilt thou hereafter when they talk of me, As thou shalt hear nothing but infamy; Remember some of those things. Yes, I will. I prithee do: for thou shalt never see me so again.
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If you be in earneſt, Stand vp, and giue me but a gentle looke, And two kind words, and I ſhall be in Heauen. Riſe you then to; here I acknowledge thee My hope, the onely Iewell of my life, The beſt of ſiſters, dearer then my breath, A happineſſe as high as I could thinke; And when my actions call thee otherwiſe, Perdition light vpon me. This is better Then if you had not frown'd, it comes to me Like mercy at the blocke; and when I leaue To ſerue you with my life, your curſe be with me. Then thus I doe ſalute thee, and againe To make this knot the ſtronger; Paradice Is there: It may be you are ſtill in doubt, This, this third kiſſe▪ blots it out. I wade in ſinne, And fooliſhly intice my ſelfe along: Take her away, ſee her a priſoner In her owne chamber▪ cloſely Gobrius. Alas Sir, why? I muſt not ſtay the anſwere, doe it. Good Sir. No more, doe it I ſay. This is better and better. Yet heare me ſpeake. I will not heare you ſpeake; Away with her, let no man thinke to ſpeake For ſuch a creature: for ſhee is a witch, A poyſoner, and a raytor. Madam, this Office grieues me. Nay, tis well the King is pleaſ'd with it. Beſſus, goe you along too with her; I will proue All this that I haue ſaid, if I may liue So long: but I am deſperately ſicke, For ſhee has giuen me poyſon in a kiſſe; Shee had it twixt her lips, and with her eyes Shee witches people: go without a word. Why ſhould you that haue made me ſtand in war Like fate it ſelfe, cutting what threds I pleaſ'd, Decree ſuch an vnworthy end of me, And all my glories? what am I alas, That you oppoſe me? If my ſecret thoughts Haue euer harbour'd ſwellings againſt you, They could not hurt you, and it is in you To giue me ſorrow, that will render me Apt to reeiue your mercy; rather ſo, Let it be rather ſo, then puniſh me VVith ſuch vnmanly ſinnes: Inceſt is in me Dwelling alreadie, and it muſt be holie That pulles it thence; where art Mardonius? Here Sir. I prethee beare me, if thou canſt; Am I not growne a ſtrange weight? As you were. No heauier? No Sir. VVhy, my legs Refuſe to beare mybodie; O Mardonius, Thou haſt in field beheld me, when thou know'ſt I could haue gone, though I could neuer runne. And ſo I ſhall againe. O no, tis paſt. Pray ye goe, reſt your ſelfe. VVilt thou hereafter when they talke of me, As thou ſhalt heare nothing but infamie; Remember ſome of thoſe things. Yes, I will. I prethee doe: for thou ſhalt neuer ſee me ſo again.