May, Thomas · published 1622 · first performed or written 1620 (Annals) comedy · Red Bull (Revels) Company (first) unassigned nearest T34 Thebes and royal catastrophe: siege, sla · 502 words
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I my Francisco noble. Lord Euphues son, I am amazed. I hear Lysandro that you are married. Yes my Lord, this is my Bride, the Daughter and Heir of this rich Gentleman, 'twas only she that when my state was nothing, my poor self and Parentage unknown, vouchsafed to know, nay grace me with her love, her constant love. Such merit must not be forgot my son, Daughter much joy attend upon your choice. Now wants but your consent. Which with a willing heart I do bestow, Pardon me worthy son, I have so long Been hard to you, 'twas ignorance Of what you were, and care I took for her. Your care needs no Apology. But now Lysandro I must make thee sad Upon thy wedding day, and let thee know There is no pure and uncompounded joy Lent to mortality, in depth of woe Thou metst the knowledge of thy parentage, Thy elder brother Philocles must die, And in his tragedy, our name and house Had sunk for ever, had not gracious heaven Sent as a courtier to my childless age, Thy long lost self supporter of the name. But can there be no means to save his life. ther 's none, the King has ta'en an oath Never to pardon him, but since they say His Majesty repents, and fain would save him. Then up I wretched, like a man long blind, That comes at last to see the wished for son, But find it in eclipse, such is my case, To meet in this dark woe my dearest friends, Had you not heard this news before Lysandro? Yes Sir, and did lament, As for a worthy stranger, but ne'er knew My sorrow stood engaged by such a tie As brotherhood, where may we see him Sir? This morning he's arraigned, put of that habit You are in, and go along with me, leave your Friends hear awhile. Farewell father, Dear Luce till soon farewell, nought but so sad A chance, could make me cloudy now. Well Luce thy choice has proved better than we Expected, but this cloud of grief has dimmed Our mirth, but will I hope blow over, Heaven grant it may. And signior Shallow, though you have missed what My love meant you once, pray be my guest. I thank you Sir, I'll not be strange. Nicanor, I would find some privy place Where I might stand unseen, unknown of any, To hear the arraignment of young Philocles. The judges are now entering, please you Sir Here to ascend, you may both hear and see. Well I'll go up, And like a jealous husband here and see That that will strike me dead, am I a King And cannot pardon such a small offence, I cannot do't, nor am I Caesar now, Lust has uncrowned me, and my rash ta'e oath Has reft me of a king's prerogative, Come come Nicanor, help me to ascend, And see that fault that I want power to mend.
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I my Franciſco noble. Lord Euphues ſonne, I am amaz'd. I heare Lyſandro that you are married. Yes my Lord, this is my Bride, the Daughter and Heyre of this rich Gentleman, twas onely ſhe that when my ſtate was nothing, my poore ſelfe and Parentage vnknowne, vouchſaf't to know, nay grace mee with her loue, her conſtant loue. Such merit muſt not be forgot my ſonne, Daughter much ioy attend vpon your choiſe. Now wants but your conſent. Which with a willing heart I do beſtow, Pardon me worthy ſonne, I haue ſo long Beene hard to you, twas ignorance Of what you were, and care I tooke for her. Your care edes no Apoogy. But now Lyſandro I muſt make thee ſad Vpon thy wedding day, and let thee know There is no pure and vncompounded ioy Lent to , in depth of woe Thou the knowledge of thy parentage, Thy elder Philocles muſt dye, And , our name and houſe Had euer, had not gracious heauen Sent as a to my age, Thy long loſt ſelfe ſupporter of the name. But can there e no meanes to ſaue his life. none, the King has tane an oath Neuer to him, but ſince they ſay His rpents, and faine would ſaue him. Then wretched, like a man long blind, That comes at laſt ſee the wiſht for ſonne, But finde it in ecclipſe, ſuch is my caſe, To meete in this darke woe my deareſt friends, Had you not heard this newes before Lyſandro? Yes Sir, and did lament, As for a worthy ſtranger, but nere knew My ſorrow ſtood engag'd by ſuch a tye As brotherhood, where may we ſee him Sir? This morning hee's arraign'd, put of that habite You are in, and goe along with me, leaue your Friends heare awhile. Farewell father, Deare Luce till ſoone farewell, nought but ſo ſad A chaunce, could make mee cloudy now. Well Luce thy choice has proued better then we Expected, but this cloud of griefe has dimde Our mirth, but will I hope blow ouer, Heauen graunt it may. And ſignior Shallow, though you haue miſt what My loue meant you once, pray be my gueſt. I thanke you Sir, Ile not be ſtrange. Nicanor, I would find ſome priuy place Where I might ſtand vnſeene, vnknowne of any, To heare the arraignment of yong Philocles. The Iudges are now entring, pleaſe you Sir Heere to aſcend, you may both heare and ſee. Well Ile goe vp, And like a iealous husband heere and ſee That that will ſtrike me dead, am I a King And cannot pardon ſuch a ſmall offence, I cannot doo't, nor am I Caeſar now, Luſt ha vncrown'd me, and my raſh tane oath Hs of a Kings prerogatiue, Come come Nicanor, helpe me to aſcend, And ee that fault that I want power to mend.