Massinger, Philip · published 1624 · first performed or written 1623 [licensed for stage, Dec 3] (Annals) tragicomedy · Lady Elizabeth's Men · Phoenix/Cockpit unassigned nearest T48 Addressing a lady: love, desire and inti · 473 words
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Now I must Make in, or all is lost. What would Timandra? How wild she looks? How is it with thy Lady? Collect thyself, and speak. As you are noble, Have pity, or love piety. Oh! Take breath. Out with it boldly. O, the best of Ladies, I fear, is gone for ever. Who, Cleora? Deliver, how. 'Sdeath, be a man, Sir, speak. Take it then in as many sighs, as words My Lady. What of her? No sooner heard, Marullo was imprisoned, but she fell Into a deadly swoon. But she recovered. Say so, or he will sink too, hold, Sir, fie, This is unmanly. Brought again to life, But with much labour; she awhile stood silent, Yet in that interim vented sighs, as if They laboured from the prison of her flesh, To give her grieved soul freedom. On the sudden Transported on the wings of rage, and sorrow, She flew out of the house, and unattended Entered the common prison. This confirms What but before I feared. There you may find her, And if you love her, as a Sister— Damn her. Or you respect her safety, as a lover, Procure Marullo's liberty. Impudence Beyond expression. Shall I be a Bawd To her lust, and my dishonour? she'll run mad else, Or do some violent act upon herself. My Lord her Father, sensible of her sufferings. Labours to gain his freedom, O, the Devil! Has she bewitched him too? I'll hear no more. Come, Sir, we'll follow her, and if no persuasion Can make her take again her natural form, Which by lusts powerful spell she has cast off, This Sword shall disenchant her. O my heartstrings! I knew, 'twould take. Pardon me, fair Cleora. Though I appear a traitress, which thou wilt do In pity of my woes, when I make known My lawful claim, and only seek mine own. There's for your privacy. Stay, unbind his hands. I dare not, Madam. I will buy thy danger. Take more gold, do not trouble me with thanks; I do suppose it done. My better Angel Assumes this shape to comfort me, and wisely; Since from the choice of all celestial figures, He could not take a visible form so full Of glorious sweetness. Rise. I am flesh and blood, And do partake thy tortures. Can it be? That charity should persuade you to descend So far from your own height, as to vouchsafe To look upon my sufferings? How I bless My fetters now, and stand engaged to Fortune For my captivity, no, my freedom rather! For who dares think that place a Prison, which You sanctify with your presence? or believe, Sorrow has power to use her sting on him, That is in your compassion armed, and made Impregnable? though tyranny raise at once All engines to assault him.
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Now I must Make in, or all is lost. What would Timandra? How wilde she lookes? How is it with thy Lady? Collect thy selfe, and speake. As you are noble, Haue pitty, or loue pietie. Oh! Take breath. Out with it boldly. O, the best of Ladyes, I feare, is gone for euer. Who, Cleora? Deliuer, how. 'Sdeath, be a man, Sir, speake. Take it then in as many sighes, as words My Lady. What of her? No sooner heard, Marullo was imprison'd, but she fell Into a deadly swoune. But shee recouer'd. Say so, or he will sinke too, hold, Sir, fie, This is vnmanly. Brought againe to life, But with much labour; she awhile stood silent, Yet in that interim vented sighes, as if They labour'd from the prison of her flesh, To giue her grieu'd soule freedome. On the sodaine Transported on the wings of rage, and sorrow, Shee flew out of the house, and vnattended Enter'd the common prison. This confirmes What but before I fear'd. There you may finde her, And if you loue her, as a Sister — Damme her. Or you respect her safetie, as a louer, Procure Marullos libertie. Impudence Beyond expression. Shall I be a Bawd To her lust, and my dishonour? Shee'll runne mad else, Or doe some violent act vpon her selfe. My Lord her Father, sensible of her suffrings. Labours to gaine his freedome, O, the Diuell! Has she bewitch'd him too? I'le heare no more. Come, Sir, wee'll follow her, and if no perswasion Can make her take againe her naturall forme, Which by lusts powerfull spell she has cast off, This Sword shall dis-inchant her. O my heart-strings! I knew, 'twould take. Pardon me, faire Cleora. Though I appeare a traytresse, which thou wilt doe In pitty of my woes, when I make knowne My lawfull claime, and onely seeke mine owne. There's for your priuacy. Stay, vnbinde his hands. I dare not, Madam. I will buy thy danger. Take more gold, doe not trouble me with thankes; I doe suppose it done. My better Angell Assumes this shape to comfort me, and wisely; Since from the choyce of all coelestiall figures, Hee could not take a visible forme so full Of glorious sweetnesse. Rise. I am flesh and blood, And doe partake thy tortures. Can it bee? That charity should perswade you to discend So farre from your owne height, as to vouchsafe To looke vpon my suffrings? How I blesse My fetters now, and stand ingag'd to Fortune For my captiuity, no, my freedome rather! For who dares thinke that place a Prison, which You sanctifie with your presence? or belieue, Sorrow has power to vse her sting on him, That is in your compassion arm'd, and made Impregnable? though tyranny raise at once All engines to assault him.