Beaumont, Francis / Fletcher, John · published 1619 · first performed or written 1611 (Annals) tragicomedy · King's Men · Globe unassigned nearest T11 Siblings, kin and confidants · 513 words
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I'll moan the King, he is most strangely altered; I guess the cause I fear too right, Heaven has some secret end in't, and 'tis a scourge no question justly laid upon him: He has followed me through twenty rooms, and ever when I stay to await his command, he blushes like a girl, and looks upon me, as if modesty kept in his business: so turns away from me, but if I go on, he follows me again. See, here he is, I do not use this, yet I know not how, I cannot choose but weep to see him: his very enemies I think, whose wounds have bred his fame, if they should see him now, would find tears in their eyes. I cannot utter it, why should I keep A breast to harbour thoughts? I dare not speak: Darkness is in my bosom, and there lies A thousand thoughts that cannot brook the light; How wilt thou vex me when this deed is done Conscience? that art afraid to let me name it. How do you Sir? Why very well Mardonius; how dost thou? Better then you I fear. I hope thou art; for to be plain with thee, Thou art in hell else: secret scorching flames That far transcend earthly material fires, Art crept into me, and there is no cure; Is not that strange Mardonius, there's no cure? Sir, either I mistake, or there is something hid That you would utter to me. So there is, but yet I cannot do it. Out with it Sir, if it be dangerous I shall not shrink to do you service, I shall not esteem my life a weightier matter than indeed it is, I know 'tis subject to more chances than it hath hours, and I were better lose it in my king's cause, then with an ague. or fall, or sleeping to a thief; as all these are probable enough: let me but know what I shall do for you. It will not out: were you with Gobrius, And bade him give my sister all content The place affords, and give her leave to send And speak to whom she please? Yes Sir, I was. And did you to Bacurius say as much About Tigranes? Yes. That's all my business. O say not so, You had an answer of all this before, Besides, I think this business might be uttered More carelessly. Come, thou shalt have it out; I do beseech thee By all the love thou hast professed to me, To see my Sister from me. Well, and what? That's all. That's strange, shall I say nothing to her? Not a word; But if thou lovest me, find some subtle way To make her understand by signs. But what, what should I make her understand? O Mardonius, for that I must be pardoned. You may, but I can only see her then. 'tis true; Bear her this ring then, and on more advice Thou shalt speak to her: Tell her I do love My kindred all; wilt thou?
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Ile mone the King, hee is moſt ſtrangely alter'd; I gueſſe the cauſe I feare too right, Heauen has ſome ſecret end in't, and tis a ſecurge no queſtion iuſtly laid vpon him: Hee has followed mee through twenty roomes, and euer when I ſtay to await his command, he bluſhes like a girle, and lookes vpon me, as if modeſtie kept in his buſineſſe: ſo turnes away from me, but if I goe on, hee followes me againe. See, here he is, I doe not vſe this, yet I know not how, I cannot chuſe but weepe to ſee him: his very enemies I thinke, whoſe wounds haue bred his fame, if they ſhould ſee him now, would find teares in their eyes. I cannot vtter it, why ſhould I keepe A breaſt to harbour thoughts? I dare not ſpeake: Darkeneſſe is in my boſome, and there lies A thouſand thoughts that cannot brooke the light; How wilt thou vex me when this deede is done Conſcience? that art afraid to let me name it. How doe you Sir? Why very well Mardonius; how doſt thou? Better then you I feare. I hope thou art; for to be plain with thee, Thou art in hell elſe: ſecret ſcorching flams That farre tranſcend earthly materiall fiers, Art crept into me, and there is no cure; Is not that ſtrange Mardonius, theres no cure? Sir, either I miſtake, or there is ſomething hid That you would vtter to me. So there is, but yet I cannot doe it. Out with it Sir, i it be dangerous I ſhall not ſhrinke to doe you ſeruice, I ſhal no eſte my life a waightier matter then indeed it is, I nw tis ſubict to more chances then it hath houes, and I were better looſe it in my King cauſe, then with an gue. or fall, or ſleepin to a thie; as all theſe are roable enog: let me ut know ha I ſhal do foryou. It will not out: were you with Gobrius, And bad him giue my ſiſter all content The place affoords, and giue her leaue to ſend And ſpeake to whom ſhee pleaſe? Yes Sir▪ I was. And did you to Bacurius ſay as much About Tigranes? Yes. Thats all my buſineſſe. O ſay not ſo, You had an anſwere of all this before, Beſides, I th ne this buſineſſe might be vtterd More careleſlie. Come, thou ſhalt haue it out; I doe beſeech thee By all the loue thou haſt profeſt to me, To ſee my Siſter from me. VVell, and what? Thats all. That's ſtrange, ſhall I ſay nothing to her? Not a word; But if thou loueſt me, find ſome ſubtill way To make her vnſterſtand by ſignes. But what▪ what ſ old I make her vnderſtand? O Mardonius, for that I muſt be pardon'd. You may, but I can onelie ſee her then. Tis true; Beare her this ring then, and on more aduice Thou ſhalt ſpeake to her: Tell her I doe loue My kindred all; wilt thou?