Beaumont, Francis / Fletcher, John · published 1619 · first performed or written 1611 (Annals) tragicomedy · King's Men · Globe unassigned nearest T38 Death, parting and grief at court · 501 words
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Which she had charmed, she made the world believe She was delivered of you: you grew up As the king's son, till you were six year old; Then did the King die, and did leave to me Protection of the Realm; and contrary To his own expectation, left this Queen Truly with child indeed of the fair Princess Panthaea: Than she could have torn her heir, And did alone to me yet durst not speak In public; for she knew she should be found A Traitor, and her talk would have been thought Madness or any thing rather than truth: This was the only cause why she did seek To poison you, and I to keep you safe: And this the reason why I sought to kindle Some spark of love in you to fair Panthaea, That she might get part of her right again. And have you made an end now, is this all? If not, I will be still till I am aged, Till all my heirs are silver. This is all. And is it true say you Madam? Yes God knows it is most true. Panthaea then is not my Sister. No. But can you prove this? If you will give consent: else who dare go about it. Give consent? Why I will have them all that know it racked To get this from 'em: All that waits without Come in, whate'er you be come in, and be Partakers of my joy: O you are welcome. Mardonius the best news, nay, draw no nearer They all shall hear it: I am found no King. Is that so good news? Yes, the happiest news that ere was heard. Indeed 'twere well for you, If you might be a little less obeyed. On, call the Queen. Why she is there. The Queen Mardonius, Panthaea is the Queen, And I am plain Arbaces, go some one, She is in Gobrius house; since I saw you There are a thousand things delivered to me You little dream of. So it should seem: My Lord, What fury's this. Believe me 'tis no fury, All that he says is truth. 'tis very strange. Why do you keep your hats off Gentlemen, Is it to me? in good faith it must not be: I cannot now command you, but I pray you For the respect you bore me, when you took Me for your King, each man clap on his hat at my desire. We will: but you are not found So mean a man, but that you may be covered As well as we, may you not? O not here, You may but not I, for here is my Father in presence, Where? Why there O the whole story Would be a wilderness to lose thyself For ever; O pardon me dear Father, For all the idle, and unreverent words That I have spoke in idle moods to you: I am Arbaces, we all fellow subjects, Nor is the Queen Panthaa now my Sister.
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VVhich ſhee had charm'd, ſhee made the world belieue Shee was deliuer'd of you: you grew vp As the Kings ſonne▪ till you were ſixe yeere olde; Then did the King die, and did leaue to me Protection of the Realme; and contrarie To his owne expectation, left this Queene Truly with childe indeed of the faire Princeſſe Panthaea: Then ſhee could haue torne her heire, And did alone to me yet durſt not ſpeake In publie; for ſhee knew ſhee ſhould be found A Traytor, and her talke would haue beene thought Madneſſe or any thing rather then truth: This was the onely cauſe why ſhee did ſeeke To poyſon you, and I to keepe you ſafe: And this the reaſon why I ſought to kindle Some ſparke of loue in you to faire Panthaea, That ſhee might get part of her right agen. And haue you made an end now, is this all? If not, I will be ſtill till I am aged, Till all my heires are ſiluer. This is all. And is it true ſay you Maddam? Yes God knowes it is moſt true. Panthaea then is not my Siſter. No. But can you proue this? If you will giue conſent: elſe who dare goe about it. Giue conſent? VVhy I will haue them all that know it rackt To get this from vm: All that waites without Come in, what ere you be come in, and be Partakers of my Ioy: O you are welcome. Mardonius the beſt newes, nay, draw no neerer They all ſhall heare it: I am found no King. Is that ſo good newes? Yes, the happieſt newes that ere was heard. Indeed twere well for you, If you might be a little leſſe obey'd. On, call the Queene. Why ſhe is there. The Queene Mardonius, Panthaea is the Queene, And I am plaine Arbaces, goe ſome one, She is in Gobrius houſe; ſince I ſaw you There are a thouſand things deliuerd to me You little dreame of. So it ſhould ſeeme: My Lord, VVhat furi's this. Beleeue me tis no fury, All that he ſayes is truth. Tis verie ſtrange. Why doe you keepe your hats off Gentlemen, Is it to me? good faith it muſt not be: I cannot now command you, but I pray you For the reſpect you bare me, when you tooke Me for your King, each man clap on his hat at my deſire. We will: but you are not found So meane a man, but that you may be couer'd As well as we, may you not? O not here, You may but not I, for here is my Father in preſence, VVhere? Why there O the whole ſtorie Would be a wilderneſſe to looſe thy ſelfe For euer; O pardon me deare Father, For all the idle, and vnreuerent words That I haue ſpoke in idle moodes to you: I am Arbaces, we all fellow ſubiects, Nor is the Queene Panthaa now my Siſter.