Massinger, Philip · published 1623 · first performed or written 1621 [1621-1623] (Annals) tragedy · King's Men · Blackfriars T0 Court life: dukes, favour and honour typicality 0.82 · 476 words
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Is this her privacy? Though with the hazard of a check, perhaps, This may go to the Duke. Your face is full Of fears and doubts. The reason? O best Madam, They are not counterfeit. I your poor convert, That only wish to live in sad repentance, To mourn my desperate attempt of you, That have no ends, nor aims, but that your goodness Might be a witness of my penitence, Which seen would teach you, how to love your mercy, Am robbed of that last hope. The Duke, the Duke, I more than fear, hath found, that I am guilty. By my unspotted honour, not from me, Nor have I with him changed one syllable Since his return, but what you heard. Yet, malice Is Eagle-eyed, and would see that which is not. And jealousy's too apt to build upon Unsure foundations. jealousy? It takes. Who dares but only think, I can be tainted! But for him, though almost on certain proof, To give it hearing, not belief, deserves My hate for ever. Whether grounded on Your noble, yet chaste favours shown unto me, Or her imprisonment, for her contempt To you, by my command, my frantic wife Hath put it in his head. Have I then lived So long, now to be doubted? Are my favours The themes of her discourse? Or what I do, That never trod in a suspected path, Subject to base construction? Be undaunted, For now, as of a creature that is mine, I rise up your protectress. All the grace I hither to have done you, was bestowed With a shut hand. It shall be now more free, Open, and liberal. But let it not, Though counterfeited to the life, teach you To nourish saucy hopes. May I be blasted When I prove such a monster. I will stand, then, Between you, and all danger. He shall know, Suspicion o'erturns, what confidence builds, And he that dares but doubt, when there's no ground, Is neither to himself, nor others sound. So, let it work, her goodness, that denied, My service branded with the name of Lust, Shall now destroy itself. And she shall find, When he's a suitor, that brings Cunning armed With power to be his advocates, the denial Is a disease as killing as the plague, And chastity a clew, that leads to death. Hold but thy nature, Duke, and be but rash, And violent enough, and then at leisure Repent. I care not. And let my plots produce this longed-for birth, In my revenge I have my heaven on earth. You promised to be merry. There are pleasures And of all kinds to entertain the time. Your excellence vouchsafing to make choice Of that, which best affects you. Hold your prating. Learn manners too, you are rude. I have my answer, Before I ask the question.
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Is this her priuacie? Though with the hazard of a check, perhaps, This may goe to the Duke. Your face is full Of feares and doubts. The reason? O best Madam, They are not counterfeit. I your poore conuert, That only wish to liue in sad repentance, To mourne my desperate attempt of you, That haue no ends, nor aymes, but that your goodnesse Might be a witnesse of my penitence, Which seene would teach you, how to loue your mercie, Am robb'd of that last hope. The Duke, the Duke, I more then feare, hath found, that I am guiltie. By my vnspotted honor, not from me, Nor haue I with him chang'd one sillable Since his returne, but what you heard. Yet, malice Is Eagle-ey'd, and would see that which is not. And Iealousie's too apt to build vpon Vnsure foundations. Iealousie? It takes. Who dares but only thinke, I can be tainted! But for him, though almost on certaine proofe, To giue it hearing, not beleefe, deserues My hate for euer. Whether grounded on Your noble, yet chast fauors showne vnto me, Or her imprisonment, for her contempt To you, by my command, my frantique wife Hath put it in his head. Haue I then liu'd So long, now to be doubted? Are my fauors The theames of her discourse? Or what I doe, That neuer trode in a suspected path, Subiect to base construction? Be vndanted, For now, as of a creature that is mine, I rise up your protrectesse. All the grace I hither to haue done you, was bestowed With a shut hand. It shall be now more free, Open, and liberall. But let it not, Though counterfeited to the life, teach you To nourish sawcie hopes. May I be blasted When I proue such a monster. I will stand, then, Betweene you, and all danger. He shall know, Suspition o're-turnes, what confidence builds, And he that dares but doubt, when ther's no ground, Is neither to himselfe, nor others sound. So, let it worke, her goodnesse, that deny'd, My seruice branded with the name of Lust, Shall now destroy it selfe. And she shall finde, When he's a sutor, that brings Cunning arm'd With power to be his aduocates, the denyall Is a disease as killing as the plague, And chastitie a clew, that leads to death. Hold but thy nature, Duke, and be but rash, And violent enough, and then at leasure Repent. I care not. And let my plots produce this long'd-for birth, In my reuenge I haue my heauen on earth. You promis'd to be merrie. There are pleasures And of all kinds to entertaine the time. Your excellence vouchsafing to make choice Of that, which best affects you. Hold your prating. Learne manners too, you are rude. I haue my answere, Before I aske the question.