Anonymous / Fletcher, John / Massinger, Philip · published 1621 · first performed or written 1617 [1613-1621] (Annals) tragedy · King's Men · Blackfriars unassigned nearest T1 Death, grief and revenge · 499 words
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Live, and confirm the gods then, live and be loaden With more than olives bear, or fruitful Autumn; This way you kill your merit, kill your cause, And him you would raise life to; where, or how Got you these bloody thoughts? what devil durst Look on that Angel face, and tempt? do you know What 'tis to die thus, how you strike the stars, And all good things above? do you feel What follows a self blood, whither you venture, And to what punishment? excellent Lady, Be not thus cozened, do not fool yourself, The priest was never his own sacrifice, But he that thought his hell here. I am counseled. And I am glad on't, lie I know you dare not. I never have done yet. Pray take my comfort, Was this a soul to lose? two more such women Would save their sex; see, she repents and prays, O hear her, hear her, if there be a faith Able to reach your mercies, she hath sent it. Now good Martell confirm me. I will Lady, And every hour advise you, for I doubt Whether this plot be heavens, or hell's; your mother And I will find it, if it be in mankind To search the centre of it: in the mean time I'll give you out for dead, and by yourself, And show the instrument, so shall I find A joy that will betray her. Do what's finest; And I will follow you. Then ever live Both able to in gross all love, and give. I am in labour To be delivered of that burdenous project t'hey've so long gone with; ha? here's the midwife, Or life, or death: If in the supposition Of her death in whose life you die, you ask me, I think you are safe. Is she dead? I have used All means to make her so, I saw him waiting At the Temple door, and used such art within, That only she of all her sex, was first Given up unto his fury. Which if love Or fear made him forbear to execute The vengeance he determined, his fond pity, Shall draw it on himself: for were there left Not any man but he to serve my pleasures, Or from me to receive commands, which are The joys for which I love life; he should be removed, and I alone left to be Queen o'er any part of goodness that's left in me. If you are so resolved, I have provided A means to ship him hence: look upon this, But touch it sparingly, for this once used, Say but to dry a tear, will keep the eyelid From closing, until death perform that office. give't me, I may have use of't, and on you I'll make the first experiment: if one sigh Or heavy look beget the least suspicion, Childish compassion can thaw the ice Of your so long congealed and flinty hardness. 'slight, go on constant, or I shall.
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Liue, and confirme the gods then, liue and be loaden With more then oliues beare, or fruitefull Autum; This way you kill your merit, kill your cause, And him you would raise life to; where, or how Got you these bloody thonghts? what diuell durst Looke on that Angell face, and tempt? do you know What'tis to die thus, how you strike the stars, And all good things aboue? do you feele What followes a selfe blood, whither you venter, And to what punishment? excellent Lady, Be not thus cozen'd, do not foole your selfe, The priest was neuer his owne sacrifice, But he that thought his hell here. I am counsell'd. And I am glad on't, lie I know you dare not. I neuer haue done yet. Pray take my comsort, Was this a soule to lose? two more such women Would saue their sex; see, she repents and prayes, O heare her, heare her, if there be a faith Able to reach your mercies, she hath sent it. Now good Martell confirme me. I will Lady, And euery houre aduise you, for I doubt Whether this plot be heauens, or hells; your mother And I will find it, if it be in mankind To search the center of it: in the meane time I'le giue you out for dead, and by your selfe, And shew the instrument, so shall I find A ioy that will betray her. Do what's finest; And I will follow you. Then euer liue Both able to in grosse all loue, and giue. I am in labour To be deliuerde of that burthenous proiect Thaue so iong gone with; ha? here's the mid-wife, Or life, or death: If in the supposition Of her death in whose life you die, you aske me, I thinke you are safe. Is she dead? I haue vsde All meanes to make her so, I saw him waiting At the Temple doore, and vsde such art within, That only she of all her sexe, was first Giuen vp vnto his fury. Which if loue Or feare made him forbeare to execute The vengeance he determinde, his fond pitty, Shall draw it on himselfe: for were there left Not any man but he to serue my pleasures, Or from me to receiue commands, which are The ioyes for which I loue life; he should be Remoude, and I alone left to be Queene O're any part of goodnesse that's left in me. If you are so resolude, I haue prouided A meanes to ship him hence: looke vpon this, But touch it sparingly, for this once vsde, Say but to drie a teare, will keepe the eyelidde From closing, vntill death performe that office. Giue't me, I may haue vse of't, and on you I'le make the first experiment: if one sigh Or heauy looke beget the least suspition, Childish compassion can thaw the ice Of your so long congealde and flinty hardnesse. Slight, go on constant, or I shall.