Shakespeare, William / Middleton, Thomas · published 1623 · first performed or written 1603 [1603-1604] (Annals) tragicomedy · King's Men unassigned nearest T38 Death, parting and grief at court · 458 words
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IN delivering my son from me, I bury a second husband. And I in going Madam, weep over my father's death anew; but I must attend his majesty's command, to whom I am now in Ward, evermore in subjection. You shall find of the King a husband Madame, you sir a father. He that so generally is at all times good, must of necessity hold his virtue to you, whose worthiness would stir it up where it wanted rather than lack it where there is such abundance. What hope is there of his Majesty's amendment? He hath abandoned his Physician's Madam, under whose practices he hath persecuted time with hope, and finds no other advantage in the process, but only the losing of hope by time. This young Gentlewoman had a father, O that had, how sad a passage 'tis, whose skill was almost as great as his honesty, had it stretched so far, would have made nature immortal, and death should have play for lack of work. Would for the King's sake he were living, I think it would be the death of the King's disease. How called you the man you speak of Madam? He was famous sir in his profession, and it was his great right to be so: Gerard de Narbon. He was excellent indeed Madam, the King very lately spoke of him admiringly, and mourningly: he was skilful enough to have lived still, if knowledge could be set up against mortality. What is it (my good Lord) the King languishes of? A Fistula my Lord. I heard not of it before. I would it were not notorious. Was this Gentlewoman the Daughter of Gerard de Narbon? His sole child my Lord, and bequeathed to my over looking. I have those hopes of her good, that her education promises her dispositions she inherits, which makes fair gifts fairer: for where an unclean mind carries virtuous qualities, there commendations go with pity, they are virtues and traitors too: in her they are the better for their simpleness; she derives her honesty, and atcheeves her goodness. Your commendations Madam get from her tears. 'Tis the best brine a Maiden can season her praise in. The remembrance of her father never approaches her heart, but the tyranny of her sorrows takes all livelihood from her cheek. No more of this Helena, go too, no more lest it be rather thought you affect a sorrow, then to have— I do affect a sorrow indeed, but I have it too. Moderate lamentation is the right of the dead, excessive grief the enemy to the living. If the living be enemy to the grief, the excess makes it soon mortal. Madam I desire your holy wishes. How understand we that?
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IN deliuering my ſonne from me, I burie a ſecond husband. And I in going Madam, weep ore my fathers death anew; but I muſt attend his maieſties command, to whom I am now in Ward, euermore in ſubiection. You ſhall find of the King a husband Madame, you ſir a father. He that ſo generally is at all times good, muſt of neceſſitie hold his vertue to you, whoſe worthineſſe would ſtirre it vp where it wanted rather then lack it where there is ſuch abundance. What hope is there of his Maieſties amendment? He hath abandon'd his Phiſitions Madam, vnder whoſe practiſes he hath perſecuted time with hope, and finds no other aduantage in the proceſſe, but onely the looſing of hope by time. This yong Gentlewoman had a father, O that had, how ſad a paſſage tis, whoſe skill was almoſt as great as his honeſtie, had it ſtretch'd ſo far, would haue made nature immortall, and death ſhould haue play for lacke of worke. Would for the Kings ſake hee were liuing, I thinke it would be the death of the Kings diſeaſe. How call'd you the man you ſpeake of Madam? He was famous ſir in his profeſſion, and it was his great right to be ſo: Gerard de Narbon. He was excellent indeed Madam, the King very latelie ſpoke of him admiringly, and mourningly: hee was skilfull enough to haue liu'd ſtil, if knowledge could be ſet vp againſt mortallitie. What is it (my good Lord) the King languiſhes of? A Fiſtula my Lord. I heard not of it before. I would it were not notorious. Was this Gentlewoman the Daughter of Gerard de Narbon? His ſole childe my Lord, and bequeathed to my ouer looking. I haue thoſe hopes of her good, that her education promiſes her diſpoſitions ſhee inherits, which makes faire gifts fairer: for where an vncleane mind carries vertuous qualities, there commendations go with pitty, they are vertues and traitors too: in her they are the better for their ſimpleneſſe; ſhe deriues her honeſtie, and atcheeues her goodneſſe. Your commendations Madam get from her teares. 'Tis the beſt brine a Maiden can ſeaſon her praiſe in. The remembrance of her father neuer approches her heart, but the tirrany of her ſorrowes takes all liuelihood from her cheeke. No more of this Helena, go too, no more leaſt it be rather thought you affect a ſorrow, then to haue— I doe affect a ſorrow indeed, but I haue it too. Moderate lamentation is the right of the dead, exceſſiue greefe the enemie to the liuing. If the liuing be enemie to the greefe, the exceſſe makes it ſoone mortall. Maddam I deſire your holie wiſhes. How vnderſtand we that?