Anonymous / Fletcher, John / Massinger, Philip · published 1621 · first performed or written 1617 [1613-1621] (Annals) tragedy · King's Men · Blackfriars unassigned nearest T11 Siblings, kin and confidants · 510 words
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'Tis a disgrace would dwell upon me Lady. Should you refuse. Your reason conquers; my grandmother's looks Have turned all air to earth in me, they sit Upon my heart like night charms, black and heavy. The Dance. You are too much libertine. The fortune of the fool persuades my laughter More than his cowardice; was ever rat ta'en by the tail thus? ha, ha, ha. Forbear I say. No eye looks this way, I will wink and Strike, Behind the state stab Theodoret. Lest I betray myself. Ha, did you not see one near me? How near you, why do you look so pale brother? Treason, treason. Oh my presage! Father. Brother. Prince, noble Prince. Make the gates sure, search into every angle And corner of the court; oh my shame! mother, Your son is slain, Theodoret, noble Theodoret, Here in my arms, too weak a sanctuary 'Gainst treachery and murder, say is the traitor taken. No man has passed the chamber on my life Sir. Set present fire unto the place, that all unseen May perish in this mischief who moves slow to't, Shall add unto the flame. What mean you? give me your private hearing. Persuasion is a partner in the crime, I will renounce my claim unto a mother, If you make offer on't. Ere a torch can take flame, I will produce The author of the fact. Withdraw but for your lights. Oh my too true suspicion? Martell, Memberge. Speak, where's the engine to this horrid act? Here, you do behold her, upon whom make good Your causeless rage; the deed was done by my incitement, Not yet repented. Whither did nature start, when you conceived A birth so unlike woman? say, what part Did not consent to make a son of him, Reserved itself within you to his ruin. Ha, ha, a son of mine! do not dissever Thy father's dust, shaking his quiet urn, To which thy breath would send so soul an issue, My son, thy brother? Was not Theodoret my brother, or is thy tongue Confederate with thy heart, to speak and do Only things monstrous? Hear me, and thou shalt make thine own belief, Thy still with sorrow mentioned, father lived Three careful years in hope of wished heirs, When I conceived, being from his jealous fear Enjoined to quiet home, one fatal day: Transported with my pleasure to the chase, I forced command, and in pursuit of game Fell from my horse, lost both my child and hopes. Despair which only in his love saw life Worthy of being, from a gardener's arms Snatched this unlucky brat, and called it mine, When the next year repayed my loss with thee: But in thy wrongs preserved my misery, Which that I might diminish though not end, My sighs and wet eyes, from thy father's will, Bequeathe this largest part of his dominions Of France unto thee, and only left Austracia unto that changeling, whose life affords Too much of ill 'gainst me to prove my words And call him stranger.
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'Tis a disgrace would dwell vpon me Lady. Should you refuse. Your reason conquers; my grandmothers lookes Haue turn'd all ayre to earth in me, they sit Vpon my heart like night charmes, black and heauy. The Dance. You are too much libertine. The fortune of the foole petswades my laughter More then his cowardice; was euer ratte Tane by the taile thus? ha, ha, ha. Forbeare I say. No eie lookes this way, I will wink and Strike, Behind the state stabe Theodoret. Lest I betray my selfe. Ha, did you not see one neere me? How neere you, why do you looke so pale brother? Treason, treason. Oh my presage! Father. Brother. Prince, noble Prince. Make the gates sure, search into euery angle And corner of the court; oh my shame! mother, Your son is slaine, Theodoret, noble Theodoret, Here in my armes, too weake a sanctuary 'Gainst treachery and murther, say is the traytor taken. No man has past the chamber on my life Sir. Set present fire vnto the place, that all vnseene May perish in this mischiefe who moues slow to't, Shall adde vnto the flame. What meane you? giue me your priuate hearing. Perswasion is a partner in the crime, I will renounce my claime vnto a mother, If you make offer on't. Ere a torch can take flame, I will produce The author of the fact. Withdraw but for your ilghts. Oh my too true suspition? Martell, Memberge. Speake, where's the engin to this horrid act? Here, you do behold her, vpon whom make good Your causles rage; the deed was done by my incitement, Not yet repented. Whither did nature start, when you conceiude A birth so vnlike woman? say, what part Did not consent to make a son of him, Reseru'd it selfe within you to his ruine. Ha, ha, a son of mine! do not disseuer Thy fathers dust, shaking his quiet vrne, To which thy breath would send so soule an issue, My son, thy brother? Was not Theodoret my brother, or is thy tongue Confederate with thy hart, to speake and do Only things monstrous? Heare me, and thou shalt make thine owne beleefe, Thy still with sorrow mentionde, father liude Three carefull yeares in hope of wished heires, When I conceiude, being from his iealious feare Enioynde to quiet home, one fatall day: Transported with my pleasure to the chase, I forc't command, and in pursuite of game Fell from my horse, lost both my child and hopes. Despaire which only in his loue saw life Worthy of being, from a gardners armes Snatcht this vn'ucky brat, and call'd it mine, When the next yeare repaide my losse with thee: But in thy wrongs preseru'd my misery, Which that I might diminish though not end, My sighes and wet eyes, from thy fathers will, Bequeathe this largest part of his dominions Of France vnto thee, and only left Austracia vnto that changeling, whose life affoords Too much of ill 'gainst me to proue my words And call him stranger.