Massinger, Philip · published 1624 · first performed or written 1623 [licensed for stage, Dec 3] (Annals) tragicomedy · Lady Elizabeth's Men · Phoenix/Cockpit unassigned nearest T6 Money, debt and credit · 482 words
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Murder, help, Through me you shall pass to him. What's the matter? On whom is your Sword drawn? are you a judge? Or else ambitious of the hangman's office Before it be designed you? you are bold too, Unhand my daughter. she's my valour's prize. With her consent, not otherwise. You may urge Your title in the Court; if it prove good, Possess her freely: Guard him safely off too. You'll hear me, Sir? If you have aught to say, Deliver it in public; all shall find A just judge of Timoleon. You must Of force now use your patience. Vengeance rather Whirlwinds of rage possess me; you are wronged Beyond a stoic sufferance, yet you stand, As you were rooted. I feel something here, That boldly tells me, all the love and service, I pay Cleora, is another's due, And therefore cannot prosper. Melancholy, Which now you must not yield to. 'Tis apparent, In fact your sister's innocent, however Changed by her violent will. If you believe so, Follow the chase still: And in open court Plead your own interest; we shall find the judge Our friend I fear not. Some thing I shall say, But what— Collect yourself, as we walk thither. 'tis wondrous strange! nor can it fall within The reach of my belief, a slave should be The owner of a temperance, which this age Can hardly parallel in freeborn Lords, Or Kings proud of their purple. 'Tis most true. And though at first it did appear a fable, All circumstances meet to give it credit; Which work so on me, that I am compelled To be a Suitor, not be denied, He may have equal hearing. Sir, you graced me With the title of your Mistress, but my fortune Is so far distant from command, that I Lay by the power you gave me, and plead humbly For the preserver of my fame and honour. And pray you, Sir, in charity believe, That since I had ability of speech, My tongue has so much been enured to truth, I know not, how to lie, I'll rather doubt The Oracles of the gods, than question, what Your innocence delivers: and as far As justice with mine honour can give way, He shall have favour. Bring him in, unbound: And though Leosthenes may challenge from me, For his late worthy service, credit to All things he can allege in his own cause, Marullo (so I think you call his name) Shall find, I do reserve one ear for him, To let in mercy. Sit and take your places; The right of this fair virgin first determined, Your Bondmen shall be censured. With all rigour, We do expect. Tempered, I say, with mercy. Your hand Leosthenes: I cannot doubt You that have been victorious in the war, should in a combat fought with words come off, But with assured triumph.
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Murther, helpe, Through me you shall passe to him. What's the matter? On whom is your Sword drawne? are you a iudge? Or else ambitious of the hangmans office Before it be design'd you? you are bold too, Vnhand my daughter. Shee's my valours prize. With her consent, not otherwise. You may vrge Your title in the Court; if it proue good, Possesse her freely: Guard him safely off too. You'll heare me, Sir? If you haue ought to say, Deliuer it in publike; all shall finde A iust Iudge of Timoleon. You must Of force now vse your patience. Vengeance rather Whirle-windes of rage possesse mee; you are wrong'd Beyound a Stoicque sufferance, yet you stand, As you were rooted. I feele something here, That boldly tells mee, all the loue and seruice, I pay Cleora, is anothers due, And therefore cannot prosper. Melancholy, Which now you must not yeeld to. 'Tis apparent, In fact your Sisters innocent, howeuer Chang'd by her violent will. If you belieue so, Follow the chase still: And in open court Plead your owne interest; we shall finde the Iudge Our friend I feare not. Some thing I shall say, But what — Collect your selfe, as we walke thither. Tis wondrous strange! nor can it fall within The reach of my beliefe, a slaue should be The owner of a temperance, which this age Can hardly paralell in free-borne Lords, Or Kings proud of their purple. 'Tis most true. And though at first it did appeare a fable, All circumstances meet to giue it credit; Which work so on me, that I am compel'd To be a Sutor, not be deni'de, Hee may haue aequall hearing. Sir, you grac'd mee With the title of your Mistrisse, but my fortune Is so farre distant from command, that I Lay by the power you gaue me, and plead humbly For the preseruer of my fame and honour. And pray you, Sir, in charity beleeue, That since I had ability of speach, My tongue has so much beene enur'd to truth, I know not, how to lye, I'll rather doubt The Oracles of the gods, then question, what Your innocence deliuers: and as farre As iustice with mine honour can giue way, He shall haue fauour. Bring him in, vnbound: And though Leosthenes may challenge from me, For his late worthy seruice, credit to All things he can alleage in his owne cause, Marullo (so I thinke you call his name) Shall finde, I doe reserue one eare for him, To let in mercy. Sit and take your places; The right of this faire virgin first determin'd, Your Bond-men shall be censur'd. With all rigour, We doe expect. Temper'd, I say, with mercie. Your hand Leosthenes: I cannot doubt You that haue bin victorious in the war, should in a combat fought with words come off, But with assured triumph.