Beaumont, Francis / Fletcher, John · published 1619 · first performed or written 1611 (Annals) tragicomedy · King's Men · Globe unassigned nearest T11 Siblings, kin and confidants · 475 words
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But 'tis not in the power of any Force Or policy to conquer them. Panthaea, What shall we do? shall we stand firmly here, and gaze our eyes out? Would I could do so; But I shall weep out mine. Accursed man, Thou boughtest thy reason at too dear a rate; For thou hast all thy actions bounded in With curious rules, when every Beast is free: What is there that acknowledges a kindred But wretched Man? whoever saw the Bull Fearfully leave the Heifer that he liked, Because they had one Dam? Sir, I disturb you, And myself too; 'twere better I were gone: I will not be so foolish as I was. Stay, we will love just as becomes our births, No otherwise: Brothers and Sisters may Walk hand in hand together; so will we Come nearer: Is there any hurt in this? I hope not. Faith there's none at all: And tell me truly now, is there not one You love above me? No by Heaven. Yet you sent unto Tigranes' Sister. True, but for another: for the truth— No more, I'll credit thee; I know thou canst not lie, Thou art all truth. But is there nothing else That we may do, but only walk; methinks Brothers and sisters lawfully may kiss. And so they may Panthaea, so will we, And kiss again too; we were scrupulous And foolish, but we will be so no more. If you have any mercy, let me go To prison, to my death, to any thing: I feel a sin growing upon my blood, Worse than all these, hotter I fear than yours. That is impossible, what should we do? Fly Sir for God's sake. So we must, away; Sin grows upon us more by this delay. SIR, the King has seen your Commission, and believes it, and freely by this warrant gives you leave to visit Prince Tigranes your noble Master. I thank his Grace, and kiss his hands. But is the main of all your business Ended in this? I have another, but a worse; I am ashamed, it is a business.— You serve a worthy person, and a stranger I am sure you are; you may employ me if you please, without your purse, such Office should ever be their own rewards. I am bound to your nobleness. I may have need of you, and then this courtesy, If it be any, is not ill bestowed: But may I civilly desire the rest? I shall not be a hurter, if no helper. Sir, you shall know I have lost a foolish daughter, And with her all my patience; pilfered away, By a mean Captain of your Kings. Stay there Sir: If he have reached the noble worth of Captain, He may well claim a worthy gentlewoman, Though she were yours, and noble.
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But tis not in the power of any Force Or pollicie to conquer them. Panthaea, VVhat ſhall wee doe? ſhall we ſtand firmely here, and gaze our eyes out? Would I could doe ſo; But I ſhall weepe out mine. Accurſed man, Thou boughtſt thy reaſon at too deare a rate; For thou haft all thy actions bounded in With curious rules, when cuerie Beaſt is free: What is there that acknowledges a kindred But wretched Man? Who euer ſaw the Bull Fearefully leaue the Heifer that he likt, Becauſe they had one Dam? Sir, I diſturbe you, And my ſelfe too; twere better I were gone: I will not be ſo fooliſh as I was. Stay, we will loue iuſt as becomes our birthes, No otherwiſe: Brothers and Siſters may VValke hand in hand together; ſo will we Come neerer: Is there any hurt in this? I hope not. Faith theres none at all: And tell me truly now, is there not one You loue aboue me? No by Heauen. Yet you ſent vnto Tigranes Siſter. True, but for another: for the truth— No more, Ile credit thee; I know thou canſt not lie, Thou art all truth. But is there nothing elſe That we may doe, but onely walke; me thinkes Brothers and ſiſters lawfully may kiſſe. And ſo they may Panthaea, ſo will we, And kiſſe againe too; we were ſcrupulous And fooliſh, but we will be ſo no more. If you haue any mercy, let me goe To priſon, to my death, to any thing: I feele a ſinne growing vpon my bloud, Worſe then all theſe, hotter I feare then yours. That is impoſſible, what ſhould we doe? Flie it for Gods ſake. So we muſt, away; Sin growes vpon vs more by this delay. SIR, the King has ſeene your Commiſſion, and eleeus it, and freely by this warrant giues you leaue to viſit Prince Tigranes your noble Maſter. I thanke his Grace, and kiſſe his hanes. But is the maine of all your buſineſſe Ended in this? I haue another, but a worſe; I am aſham'd, it is a buſineſſe.— You ſerue a worthy perſon, and a ſtranger I am ſure you are; you may imploy mee if you pleaſe, without your purſe, ſuch Office ſhould euer be their owne rewards. I am bound to your nobleneſſe. I may haue neede of you, and then this curteſie, If it be any, is not ill beſtowed: But may I ciuilly deſire the reſt? I ſhall not be a hurter, if no helper. Sir, you ſhall know I haue loſt a fooliſh daughter, And with her all my patience; pilferd away, By a meane Captaine of your Kings. Stay there Sir: If he haue reacht the noble worth of Captaine, He may well claime a worthy gentlewoman, Though ſhee were yours, and noble.