Massinger, Philip · published 1624 · first performed or written 1623 [licensed for stage, Dec 3] (Annals) tragicomedy · Lady Elizabeth's Men · Phoenix/Cockpit unassigned nearest T50 Fleets, armies and generals: war by sea · 512 words
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If those glories You so set forth were mine, they might plead for me; But I can lay no claim to the least honour, Which you with foul injustice ravish from her; Her beauty, in me wrought a miracle, Taught me to aim at things beyond my power, Which her perfections purchased, and gave to me From her free bounties; she inspired me with That valour, which I dare not call mine own: And from the fair reflection of her mind, My soul received the sparkling beams of courage. she from the magazine of her proper goodness, Stocked me with virtuous purposes; sent me forth To trade for honour; and she being the owner Of the bark of my adventures, I must yield her A just account of all, as fits a Factor: And howsoever others think me happy, And cry aloud, I have made a prosperous voyage: One frown of her dislike at my return, (Which, as a punishment for my fault, I look for) Strikes dead all comfort. Tush, these fears are needless, She cannot, must not, shall not be so cruel. A free confession of a fault wins pardon; But being seconded by desert, commands it. The General is your own, and sure; my Father Repents his harshness: for myself, I am Ever your creature, one day shall be happy In your triumph, and your Marriage. May it prove so, With her consent, and pardon. Ever touching On that harsh string? she is your own, and you Without disturbance seize on what's your due. She has her health then: Yes, Sir, and as often As I speak of you, lends attentive ear To all that I deliver; nor seems tired, Though I dwell long on the relation of Your sufferings for her, heaping praise on praise, On your unequalled temperance, and command, You hold o'er your affections. To my wish: Have you acquainted her with the defeature Of the Carthaginians, and with what honours Leosthenes comes Crowned home with? With all care. And how does she receive it? As I guess With a seeming kind of joy, but yet appears not Transported, or proud of his happy fortune. But when I tell her of the certain ruin, You must encounter with at their arrival In Syracusa, and that death with torments Must fall upon you, which you yet repent not; Esteeming it a glorious martyrdom, And a reward of pure, unspotted love, Preserved in the white robe of Innocence: Though she were in your power, and still spurred on By insolent lust; you rather chose to suffer The fruit untasted, for whose glad possession, You have called on the fury of your Lord, Then that she should be grieved, or tainted in Her Reputation. Doth it work compunction? Pities she my misfortune? she expressed All signs of sorrow, (which) her vow observed, Could witness a grieved heart. At the first hearing She fell upon her face, rent her fair hair, Her hands held up to heaven, and vented sighs, In which she silently seemed to complain, Of heaven's injustice.
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If those glories You so set forth were mine, they might plead for mee; But I can laye no claime to the least honour, Which you with foule iniustice rauish from her; Her beauty, in me wrought a myracle, Taught me to ayme at things beyond my power, Which her perfections purchas'd, and gaue to me From her free bounties; she inspir'd me with That vallour, which I dare not call mine owne: And from the faire reflexion of her minde, My soule receau'd the sparckling beames of courage. Shee from the magazine of her proper goodnesse, Stock'd me with vertuous purposes; sent me forth To trade for honour; and she being the owner Of the barke of my aduentures, I must yeeld her A iust accompt of all, as fits a Factor: And howsoeuer others thinke me happy, And cry aloud, I haue made a prosperous voyage: One frowne of her dislike at my returne, (Which, as a punishment for my fault, I looke for) Strikes dead all comfort. Tush, these feares are needlesse, Shee cannot, must not, shall not be so cruell. A free confession of a fault winnes pardon; But being seconded by desert, commands it. The Generall is your owne, and sure; my Father Repents his harshnesse: for my selfe, I am Euer your creature, one day shall be happy In your triumph, and your Mariage. May it proue so, With her consent, and pardon. Euer touching On that harsh string? she is your owne, and you Without disturbance seaze on what's your due. She has her health then: Yes, Sir, and as often As I speake of you, lends attentiue eare To all that I deliuer; nor seemes tyr'de, Though I dwell long on the relation of Your suffrings for her, heaping praise on praise, On your vnequal'd temperance, and command, You hold o're your affections. To my wish: Haue you acquainted her with the defeature Of the Carthaginians, and with what honours Leosthenes comes Crown'd home with? With all care. And how does she receaue it? As I ghesse With a seeming kinde of ioy, but yet appeares not Transported, or proud of his happy fortune. But when I tell her of the certaine ruine, You must encounter with at their arriuall In Syracusa, and that death with torments Must fall vpon you, which you yet repent not; Esteeming it a glorious martyrdome, And a reward of pure, vnspotted loue, Preseru'd in the white robe of Innocence: Though she were in your power, and still spurr'd on By insolent lust; you rather chose to suffer The fruit vntasted, for whose glad possession, You haue call'd on the furie of your Lord, Then that she should be grieu'd, or tainted in Her Reputation. Doth it worke compunction? Pitties she my misfortune? Shee express'd All signes of sorrow, (which) her vow obseru'd, Could witnesse a grieu'd heart. At the first hearing Shee fell vpon her face, rent her faire haire, Her hands held vp to heauen, and vented sighes, In which shee silently seem'd to complaine, Of heauens iniustice.