Massinger, Philip · published 1624 · first performed or written 1623 [licensed for stage, Dec 3] (Annals) tragicomedy · Lady Elizabeth's Men · Phoenix/Cockpit unassigned nearest T1 Death, grief and revenge · 484 words
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Indeed virtue, With which you have made evident proofs, that you Are strongly fortified, cannot fall, though shaken With the shock of fierce temptations, but still triumphs In spite of opposition. For myself I may endeavour to confirm your goodness, (A sure retreat which never will deceive you) And with unfeigned tears express my sorrow, For what I cannot help. Do you weep for me? O save that precious balm for nobler uses, I am unworthy of the smallest drop, Which in your prodigality of pity You throw away on me. ten of these pearls Were a large ransom to redeem a kingdom From a consuming plague, or stop heaven's vengeance Called down by crying sins, though at that instant In dreadful flashes falling on the roofs Of bold blasphemers. I am justly punished For my intent of violence to such pureness; And all the torments flesh is sensible of A soft and gentle penance. Which is ended In this your free confession. What an object Have I encountered? I am blasted too: Yet hear a little further. Could I expire now, These white and innocent hands closing my eyes thus, 'Twere not to die, but in a heavenly dream To be transported, without the help of Charon To the Elysian shades. You make me bold: And but to wish such happiness, I fear, May give offence. No, for, believe't, Marullo, You have won so much upon me, that I know not That happiness in my gift, but you may challenge. Are you yet satisfied? Nor can you wish, But what my vows will second, though it were Your freedom first, and then in me full power To make a second tender of myself, And you receive the present. By this kiss (From me a virgin bounty) I will practise All arts for your deliverance; and that purchased In what concerns your father aims, I speak it, Do not despair, but hope. To have the Hangman, When he is married to the cross, in scorn, To say, gods give you joy. But look on me, And be not too indulgent to your folly, And then (but that grief stops my speech) imagine, What language I should use. Against thyself. Thy malice cannot reach me. How? So, brother; Though you join in the Dialogue to accuse me, What I have done, I'll justify; and these favours, Which you presume will taint me in my honour; Though jealousy use all her eyes to spy out One stain in my behaviour; or Envy As many tongues to wound it, shall appear My best perfections. For to the world I can in my defence allege such reasons, As my accusers shall stand dumb to hear 'em, When in his Fetters this man's worth and virtues But truly told shall shame your boasted glories, Which fortune claims a share in. The base villain Shall never live to hear it.
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Indeed vertue, With which you haue made euident proofes, that you Are strongly fortified, cannot fall, though shaken With the shocke of fierce temptations, but still triumphs In spight of opposition. For my selfe I may endeauour to confirme your goodnesse, (A sure retreate which neuer will deceaue you) And with vnfayned teares expresse my sorrow, For what I cannot helpe. Doe you weepe for mee? O saue that pretious balme for nobler vses, I am vnworthy of the smallest drop, Which in your prodigalitie of pitty You throw away on me. Tenne of these pearles Were a large ransome to redeeme a kingdome From a consuming plague, or stop heauens vengeance Call'd downe by crying sinnes, though at that instant In dreadfull flashes falling on the roofes Of bold blasphemers. I am iustly punish'd For my intent of violence to such purenesse; And all the torments flesh is sensible of A soft and gentle pennance. Which is ended In this your free confession. What an obiect Haue I encounter'd? I am blasted too: Yet heare a little further. Could I expire now, These white and innocent hands closing my eyes thus, 'Twere not to die, but in a heauenly dreame To be transported, without the helpe of Charon To the Elizian shades. You make mee bold: And but to wish such happinesse, I feare, May giue offence. No, for, beleeu't, Marullo, You haue wonne so much vpon me, that I know not That happinesse in my gift, but you may challenge. Are you yet satisfied? Nor can you wish, But what my vowes will second, though it were Your freedome first, and then in me full power To make a second tender of my selfe, And you receiue the present. By this kisse (From me a virgin bounty) I will practise All arts for your deliuerance; and that purchas'd In what concernes your father aymes, I speake it, Doe not despaire, but hope. To haue the Hangman, When he is married to the crosse, in scorne, To say, gods giue you ioy. But looke on me, And be not too indulgent to your folly, And then (but that griefe stops my speech) imagine, What language I should vse. Against thy selfe. Thy malice cannot reach me. How? So, brother; Though you ioyne in the Dialogue to accuse me, What I haue done, I'le iustifie; and these fauours, Which you presume will taint me in my honour; Though iealousie vse all her eyes to spie out One stayne in my behauiour; or Enuy As many tongues to wound it, shall appeare My best perfections. For to the world I can in my defence alleage such reasons, As my accusers shall stand dumbe to heare 'em, When in his Fetters this mans worth and vertues But truly told shall shame your boasted glories, Which fortune claimes a share in. The base villaine Shall neuer liue to heare it.