Philaster, or Love Lies a-Bleeding · chunk 29 of 40
Beaumont, Francis / Fletcher, John · published 1620 · first performed or written 1609 [May(?)] (Annals) tragicomedy · King's Men · Globe unassigned nearest T38 Death, parting and grief at court · 489 words
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My Lord, help, help the Princess. I am well, forbear. Let me love lightnings, let me be embraced and kissed By scorpions, or adore the eyes of basilisks, Rather than trust the tongues of hell-bred women: Some good god look down, and shrink these veins up, Stick me here a stone, lasting to memory of this damned act. Hear me you wicked ones, you have put hills of fire Into my breast, not to be quenched with tears, For which may guilt sit on your bosoms, at your meals and beds, Despair await you, what, before my face, Poison of Asps between your lips, diseases be your best issues, Nature make a curse and throw it on you. Dear Phylaster, leave to enrage, and hear me. I have done, Forgive my passion, not the calmed sea, when Aeolus Locks up his windy brood, is less disturbed than I, I'll make you know, dear Arethusa, take this sword, And search how temperate a heart I have, than you, And this your boy, may live and reign in Just, without control. Wilt thou Bellario, I prithee kill me, Thou art poor, and mayst nourish ambitious thoughts When I am dead, thy way were freer, am I raging now? If I were mad, I should desire to live: Sirs, feel my pulse, Whether you have known a man in more Equal tune to die. Alas my Lord, your pulse keeps madmen's time, So does your tongue. You will not kill me then? Kill you, Not for the world. I blame not thee Bellario, thou hast done but that Which gods would have transformed themselves to do, Be gone, leave me without reply, this is the last Of all our meetings, kill me with this sword, be wise, Or worse will follow, we are two, earth cannot bear at once, resolve to do or suffer. If my fortunes be so good to let me sall upon thy hand, I shall have peace with earth, Yet tell me this, there will be no slanders, no jealousy, in the other world no ill here? No. Show me the way to joy. Then guide my feeble hand, you that have power To do it, for I must perform a piece of justice: If your youth have any way offended heaven, Let prayers short and effectual, reconcile you to't. I am prepared, I will see the king if he be in the Forest, I have hunted him this two hours, if I should come home, And not see him, my sisters would laugh at me, I can see nothing but people, better horsed than myself, That out ride me, I can hear nothing but shouting, These kings had need of strong brains, The whooping would put a man out of his wits: There's a Courtier with his sword drawn, by this hand upon a woman, I think. Are you at peace? wounds her. With heaven and earth.
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My Lord, helpe, helpe the Princesse. I am well, forbeare. Let me loue lightnings, let me be imbrast and kist By Scorpyons, or adore the eyes of Basaliskes, Rather then trust the tongues ofhell-bread women: Some good god looke downe, and shrinke these veines vp, Sticke me here a stone, lasting to memory of this damn'd act. Heare me you wicked ones, you haue put hils of fire Into my breast, not to be quencht with teares, For which may guilt sit on your bosomes, at your meales and beds, Dispaire awaite you, what, before my face, Poyson of Aspes betweene your lips, diseases bee your best issues, Nature make a curse and throw it on you. Deare Phylaster, leaue to inrage, and heare me. I haue done, Forgiue my passion, not the calmed sea, when Eolus Locks vp his windy broode, is lesse disturb'd then I, I'le make you know, deere Arethusa, take this sword, And search how temperate a heart I haue, then you, And this your boy, may liue and raigne in Iust, without controule. Wilt thou Bellario, I prethee kill me, Thou art poore, and maist nourish ambitious thoughts When I am dead, thy way were freer, am I raging now? If I were mad, I should desire to liue: Sirs, feele my pulse, Whether you haue knowne a man in more Equall tune to die. Alas my Lord, your pulse keepes madmens time, So dos your tongue. You will not kill me then? Kill you, Not for the world. I blame not thee Bellario, thou hast done but th at Which gods would haue transformd themselues to do, Be gone, leaue me without reply, this is the last Of all our meetings, kill me with this sword, be wise, Or worse wil follow, we are two, earth cannot beare at once, resolue to do or suffer. If my fortunes be so good to let me sall vpon thy hand, I shall haue peace with earth, Yet tell me this, there will be no slanders, no iealousie, in the other world no il here? No. Shew me the way to ioy. Then guide my feeble hand, you that haue power To do it, for I must performe a piece of Iustice: If your youth haue any way offended heauen, Let prayers short and effectuall, reconcile you to't. I am prepard, I will see the king if he be in the Forrest, I haue hunted him this two houres, if I should come home, And not see him, my sisters would laugh at me, I can see nothing but people, better horst then my selfe, That out ride me, I can heare nothing but shouting, These kings had neede of strong braines, The whooping would put a man out of his wits: Theres a Courtier with his sword drawne, by this hand vpon a woman, I thinke. Are you at peace? wounds her. With heauen and earth.