Davenant, William · published 1629 · first performed or written 1628 [1626-1629] (Annals) tragedy · Unacted unassigned nearest T53 The crown: kingship claimed, resigned an · 485 words
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The Captive captivates the Conqueror. Three Moons have not expired their usual change, Since he was prisoner to the King; though now His Favourite. thouart too loud! If thou'lt talk safely, go get A sore throat; hoarse men speak low. The captived Rhodolinda, (whose father Albovine deprived of life and kingdom) Hath with such amorous subtlety behaved Her gesture, that Albovine is now her Prisoner. This martial progress was but made To visit her. She makes him guilty of Idolatry, and knows the thrifty use Of time: as she ascends, her Countrymen Must rise. You have called that Hermegild her Creature? He was her father's Councillor; a man Created in the dark: he walks invisibly; He dwells in Labyrinths; he loves silence: But when he talks, his language carries more Promiscuous sense, then ancient Oracles. So various in his shapes, that oft he is Disguised from his own knowledge. An error Much incident to humane Politics, Who strive to know others more than themselves. Observe their compliment. Pox o' these French jigs? Courtiers always dance. This is to Hermegild mere lechery: This wanton gesture doth obscure Thoughts of such consequence and weight, as hang Like Plummets on his heart. Paradine is A soft, easy fool, and must be gulled. O my sweet Lord— Now the Motion speaks. Such endearments would too much impoverish My gratitude: yet, 'tis meet our actions Carry smooth equality: your consent Must further all my Suits You are the king's jewel, and hang richly in his ear. You are precious unto her, whom loud noise Already calls our Queen: fair Rhodolinda! We may (if they prove natural and kind) Govern the Nation that hath conquered us; Gain our Country liberty, and yet Not stray from noble Arts: such hopes our free Embraces prophecy. The King. Your Troops (Sir) are so divided into mixed files, that to the City you do march Between thick walls of men. Let my Horse-guard bring up the Rear. We'll sport With war. We have no use of safety now, But of magnificence. The order is already given. It was Your Royal will, we hasten in our March, Therefore each Squadron double their paces. My Boy, I bring thee home my chief Trophy: Thou dost delight me more than victory. Retire. I am in love too violent. My embraces crush thee, thou art but yet Of tender growth— My Countryman would kiss your Royal hands, And then expect no greater happiness Till he arrive in heaven. He hath done your Rhodolinda service— Rhodolinda is your humblest captive. She inserts you often in her prayers, And called it my chief duty to present Her true service to your Majesty. Her name doth enrich our Language. My boy Can witness that I love her: she makes me Prattle in my sleep: I've drunk Mandragora, To become drowsy, in hope that I might Dream of her. Rise, and expect Honour.
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The Captiue captiuates the Conquerour. Three Moones haue not expir'd their vſuall change, Since he was priſoner to the King; though now His Fauorite. Th'art too loud! If thou'lt talke ſafely, go get A ſore throat; hoarce men ſpeake low. The captiu'd Rhodolinda, (whoſe father Albouine depriu'd of life and kingdome) Hath with ſuch amorous ſubtiltie behau'd Her geſture, that Albouine is now her Priſoner. This martiall progreſſe was but made To viſit her. She makes him guilty of Idolatry, and knowes the thrifty vſe Of time: as ſhe aſcends, her Countrimen Muſt riſe. You haue call'd that Hermegild her Creature? He was her fathers Councellor; a man Created in the darke: he walkes inuiſibly; He dwels in Labyrinths; he loues ſilence: But when he talkes, his language carries more Promiſcuous ſenſe, then ancient Oracles. So various in his ſhapes, that oft he is Diſguz'd from his owne knowledge. An error Much incident to humane Politicks, Who ſtriue to know others more then themſelues. Obſerue their complement. Pox o' theſe French ligges? Courtiers alwaies dance. This is to Hermegild meere lechery: This wanton geſture doth obſcure Thoughts of ſuch conſequence and weight, as hang Like Plummets on his heart. Paradine is A ſoft, eaſie foole, and muſt be guld. O my ſweet Lord— Now the Motion ſpeakes. Such indeerements would too much impoueriſh My gratitude: yet, tis meet our actions Carry ſmooth equalitie: your conſent Muſt further all my Sutes You are the Kings Iewell, and hang richly in his eare. You are precious vnto her, whom loud noiſe Already calls our Queene: faire Rhodolinda! We may (if they prooue naturall and kinde) Gouerne the Nation that hath conquered vs; Gaine our Countrey liberty, and yet Not ſtray from noble Arts: ſuch hopes our free Imbraces prophecy. The King. Your Troopes (Sir) are ſo diuided into Mix'd files, that to the City you doe march Betweene thick walles of men. Let my Horſe-guard bring vp the Rere. We'le ſport With warre. We haue no vſe of ſafety now, But of magnificence. The order is already giuen. It was Your Royall will, we haſten in our March, Therefore each Squadron double their paces. My Boy, I bring thee home my chiefe Trophy: Thou doſt delight me more then victory. Retire. I am in loue too violent. My embraces cruſh thee, thou art but yet Of tender growth— My Countriman would kiſſe your Royal hands, And then expect no greater happineſſe Till he arriue in heauen. He hath done your Rhodolinda ſeruice— Rhodolinda is your humbleſt captiue. She inſerts you often in her prayers, And call'd it my chiefe duty to preſent Her true ſeruice to your Maieſty. Her name doth inrich our Language. My boy Can witneſſe that I loue her: ſhe makes me Prattle in my ſleepe: I'ue drunke Mandragora, To become drowzie, in hope that I might Dreame of her. Riſe, and expect Honour.