Davenant, William · published 1629 · first performed or written 1628 [1626-1629] (Annals) tragedy · Unacted unassigned nearest T53 The crown: kingship claimed, resigned an · 490 words
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High Heaven increase your joys! And may you live together until Time Shall sicken with his age. Conrad. Long live Albovine, King of the Lombard's! Cry up Rhodolinda too! Conrad. Live Rhodolinda, Queen of the Lombard's! Governor! 'tis our will that you expect Honour, and true safety. Your City's love I shall perceive by popular noise, and your Behaviour in this great solemnity. Let the Sun smile; the Wind sport with our Plumes! This day let sickmen too forget to groan. Let all glad Hymns in one mixed concord sound, And make the echoing heaven your mirth rebound. The King's head must now convert to rotten wood. Why, Grimold? That Court earwigs may live there, and devour His brains. Dost not perceive how they begin To creep into his ears? Generous souls are still most subject to Credulity. He is a German in his drink: busied With a wanton pride, which his Flatterers Admire for mirth, but his friends do pity. He should be told his sins. By whom? Vollterri, now the King forsakes The Camp, he must maintain luxurious mouths, Such as can utter perfumed breath, and these strait compose a faction, engross his ears. They limit still his conversation. even as the slow finger of the Dial Doth in its motion circular remove To distant figures: so by a subtle Leisure, they do prefix the hours, When he must change his rotten Parasite, For one more skilful, how t'admire, and praise. No honest Tongue can ever interpose To tell him he is mortal. It is the chief misery of Princes, ne'er to understand their own crimes, to sin In ignorance. True, his Confessor, that in sight extern A Patriarch seems, will gain by flattery, And superscribe unto the King, as to the Pope (His holiness.) But Gondibert, Whom Conclaves here in Court do canonize For Saints, will scarce be admitted in heaven For Angels. Now Rhodolinda is become his Rival In high Sovereignty, she will permit No errors but her own: The King must mend What she mislikes. She gives us leisure to expect Her character. Women make themselves more known When they do rule, then when th'obey. Valdaura is enriched with a sweetness So religious, that Paradine must sin In private, or need no mercy. thoust named her! Though my obdurate sufferance In active war hath quite deprived me of All amorous gesture. Though not these forty Winters, I have seen any of her sex But Suttlers wives, who, in stead of Fillets, Wrap their sooty hair in horses' girts. Though My marrow is frozen in my bones, Yet I melt before her eyes. When I see her, I grow proud below the Navel. For she Is none o' th' French Nursery, that practice The sublime frisk. None o' your jigging Girls, That perch paraquitoes on their fists, And ride toth' Court like Venus' Falconers. Grimold, hoarse men speak low, thou hast not caught A cold yet.
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High Heauen increaſe your ioyes! And may you liue together vntill Time Shall ſicken with his age. Conrad. Long liue Albouine, King of the Lombards! Cry vp Rhodolinda too! Conrad. Liue Rhodolinda, Queene of the Lombards! Gouernor! Tis our will that you expect Honour, and true ſafety. Your Cities loue I ſhall perceiue by popular noiſe, and your Behauiour in this great ſolemnitie. Let the Sunne ſmile; the Winde ſport with our Plumes! This day let ſick-men too forget to groane. Let all glad Hymnes in one mix'd concord ſound, And make the ecchoing heauen your mirth rebound. The King's head muſt now conuert to rotten wood. Why, Grimold? That Court Earewiggs may liue there, and deuoure His brains. Doſt not perceiue how they begin To creepe into his eares? Generous ſoules are ſtill moſt ſubiect to Credulitie. He is a Germane in his drinke: buſied With a wanton pride, which his Flatterers Admire for mirth, but his friends doe pitie. He ſhould be told his ſinnes. By whom? Vollterri, now the King forſakes The Campe, he muſt maintaine luxurious mouthes, Such as can vtter perfum'd breath, and theſe Straite compoſe a faction, engroſſe his eares. They limit ſtill his conuerſation. Euen as the ſlow finger of the Diall Doth in its motion circular remoue To diſtant figures: ſo by a ſubtill Leaſure, they doe prefix the houres, When he muſt change his rotten Paraſite, For one more skilfull, how t'admire, and praiſe. No honeſt Tongue can euer interpoſe To tell him he is mortall. It is the chiefe miſery of Princes, Nere to vnderſtand their owne crimes, to ſinne In ignorance. True, his Confeſſor, that in ſight externe A Patriarke ſeemes, will gaine by flattery, And ſuperſcribe vnto the King, as to the Pope (His holineſſe.) But Gondibert, Whom Conclaues here in Court doe canonize For Saints, will ſcarce be admitted in heauen For Angels. Now Rhodolinda is become his Riuall In high Soueraigntie, ſhe will permit No errors but her owne: The King muſt mend What ſhe miſlikes. She giues vs leaſure to expect Her character. Women make themſelues more known When they doe rule, then when th'obey. Valdaura is inrich'd with a ſweetneſſe So religious, that Paradine muſt ſinne In priuate, or need no mercy. Th'aſt nam'd her! Though my obdurate ſufferance In actiue warre hath quite depriu'd me of All amorous geſture. Though not theſe forty Winters, I haue ſeene any of her ſex But Suttlers wiues, who, in ſtead of Fillets, Wrap their ſooty haire in Horſes girts. Though My marrow is frozen in my bones, Yet I melt before her eyes. When I ſee her, I grow proud below the Nauell. For ſhe Is none o' th' French Nourſery, that practice The ſublime friske. None o' your ijgging Girles, That pearch Paraqueeto's on their fiſts, And ride toth' Court like Venus Falconers. Grimold, hoarce men ſpeake low, thou haſt not caught A cold yet.