May, Thomas · published 1622 · first performed or written 1620 (Annals) comedy · Red Bull (Revels) Company (first) unassigned nearest T53 The crown: kingship claimed, resigned an · 499 words
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Surely this man Is nobly bred, howe'er his habit give him: But Sir, all physic comes to me too late, There is no hope my Philocles should live. Unless the King were pleased to grant his pardon, 'ttwere good that he were moved. Ah who should do it, I fear me 'tis in vain, Count Virro And my father both will cross it, but I would venture If I could get but thither. That's in my power To give you liberty, your father left me To be your keeper, but in an act So meritorious as this, I will not hinder you, Nay I will wait upon you to the Court. A thousand thanks to you, well i'll go, Grant oh you powers above, if virgin's tears, If a true love's prayers had ever power To move compassion grant it now to me, Armed with so strong a vigour, my weak words They may pierce deep into his kingly breast, And force out mercy in spite of all opposers. Come let's away. MY dearest Luce, were thy old Sire as just As thou art truly constant, our firm love Had never met these oppositions, All my designs as yet, all practises That I have used, I see are frustrated, For as my fair intelligencer writes, He will before the next court day provide Some careless person, that in spite of laws Shall marry her to Shallow, this being done, He means to hold the Court's severity To by a golden bit, and so he may, Al it is too true, I must preuent it, And that in time, before it grow too far; But how, there lies the point of difficulty: But what strange sight is this that greets mine eyes, Alphonso my old Captain, sure 'tis he. Thus once again from twenty years' exile, tossed by the storms of fortune too and fro, Has gracious heaven given me leave to tread My native earth of Sicily and draw That air that fed me in my infancy. 'tis he, most noble Captain, oh what power Has been so gracious as to bless mine eyes Once more with sight of my most honoured master. Kind youth the tears of joy that I have spent To greet my native country have quite robbed Mine eyes of moisture, and have left me none To answer thy affection, but tell me, Tell me how thou hast lived in Syracuse These five years here, since that unluckily storm Divided us at Sea. Faith poorly Sir, As one that knows no kindred nor alliance, Unknown of any have I shifted out, But I have heard you say that I was borne In Syracuse, tell me what stock I come of, What parentage, how mean soe'er they be, They cannot well be poorer than myself, Speak, do you know them Sir? Yes very well, And I am glad the fates have brought me home, For thy dear sake, that I may now disclose Thy honourable birth.
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Surely this man Is nobly bred, how ere his habite giue him: But Sir, all phyſicke comes to me too late, There is no hope my Philocles ſhould liue▪ Vnleſſe the King were pleaſd to grant his pardon, Twe're good that he were mou'd. Ah who ſhould doe it, I feare me tis in vaine, Count Virro And my father both will croſſe it, but I would venture If I could get but thither. Thats in my power To giue you liberty, your father left me To be your keeper, but in an act So meritorious as this, I will not hinder you, Nay I will waite vpon you to the Court. A thouſand thankes to you, well ile goe, Grant oh you powers aboue, if Virgins teares, If a true loues prayers had euer power To moue compaſſion grant it now to me, Arm'd with ſo ſtrong a vigor, my weake words They may pierce deepe into his kingly breſt, And force out mercy in ſpite of all oppoſers. Come lets away. MY deareſt Luce, were thy old Sire as iuſt As thou art truely conſtant, our firme loue Had neuer met theſe oppoſitions, All my deſignes as yet, all practiſes That I haue vs'd, I ſee are fruſtrated, For as my faire intelligencer writes, He will before the next court day prouide Some careleſſe perſon▪ that in ſpite of lawes Shall marry her to Shallow, this being done, He meanes to hold the Couts ſeuerity To by a golden bit, and ſo he may, Al it is too true, I muſt preuent it, And that in time, before it grow too farre; But how, there lies the point of difficulty: But what ſtrange ſight is this that greetes mine eyes, Alphonſo my old Captaine, ſure tis he. Thus once againe from twenty yeares exile, Toſt by the ſtormes of fortune too and fro, Has gratious heauen giuen me leaue to tread My natiue earth of Sicily and draw That aire that fed me in my infancy. Tis he, moſt noble Captaine, oh what power Has bene ſo gratious as to bleſſe mine eyes Once more with ſight of my moſt honored maſter. Kind yuth the teares of ioy that I haue ſpent To greet my natiue country haue quite robd Mine eyes of moyſture, and haue left me none To anſwer thy affection, but tell me, Tell me how thou haſt liu'd in Syracuſe Theſe fiue yeeres here, ſince that vnluckly ſtorme Diuided vs at Sea. Faith poorely Sir, As one that knows no kindred nor alliance, Vnknowne of any haue I ſhifted out, But I haue heard you ſay that I was borne In Syracuſe, tell me what ſtocke I come of, What parentage, how meane ſo ere they be, They canno well be poorer then my ſelfe, Speake, do you know them Sir? Yes very well, And I am glad the fates haue brought me home, For thy deare ſake, that I may now diſcloſe Thy honorable birth.