Davenant, William · published 1629 · first performed or written 1628 [1626-1629] (Annals) tragedy · Unacted unassigned nearest T53 The crown: kingship claimed, resigned an · 486 words
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I'd rather lose my eyes then see him. When you did triumph in your father's Court, My entreaty then had power to alter Your commands; reward my young service With kindness to yourself. When the tall Cedar falls, with burly weight it strikes The neighbouring shrubs, low, into the ground: So we that spring like Rushes near your root, Must in your death receive a funeral. What's this? D'ye moralize? The King may have his anger warranted. For heaven forbids such wild division 'tween those whom holy Church unites. Hark, Thesina! She has been gossipping With the holy Sisters: she preaches to me Of Matrimonial zeal. Troth Valdaura, If thy husband do infuse such schism, I'll practise a divorce. We Court Ladies grow so squeamish after We have tasted Man. Your Majesty may Much profit her behaviour, if you A while divide her from her Lord. So soon? Ere Time permits them second Their embraces? I Hermegild. If those embraces do Include such high delight, such rhapsody; She makes me envious then; since all my hopes Are widowed by the King. tonight, Valdaura, You are to sleep beneath my Roof. This I Impose as a command. Is not this a harsh compulsion? Sir, I willingly obey it. But as You're Noble, use your ablest skill, t'instruct The Queen how of her anger to dispose A safer way, than 'gainst the King. Alas! I'd rather cut my Eyelids off To prevent sleep then lose one minute that Could advantage a design so pious. And be it part of your kind charity, T' endear me to your Lord. 'tis all the pride In my ambition to do him service. Sir, he already knows your worth, and thinks Your friendship precious. I kiss your fair hands. The King already come? I must seem pensive as the night. She's lost, my Boy: blown from my fist: her wings Have gathered wind: they fly (like those of Time) Swiftly forward, but never back return. Sir, I have hope, she will repent this breach Of duty, and court your Royal smiles again. Is it a sin to drink? Nature has given To fishes a prerogative, greater Than we enjoy. They can ever tipple And not be drunk. Fishes are dumb (Sir) they never fox themselves With talk. Slave! thy mirth is treacherous! Paradine! Thou hast consumed tonight the wealth of love, Wasted thy lips in moist kisses, embraced A warmth, that would give life to marble. Whilst I, (like the solitary Phoenix) Expect no heat but in my funeral flame: And strive t'engender of myself. Yet Boy, Thou canst not make me envious; thou art more Delightful; then my Rodolinda's sins. Let me survey those blue circles: his lids Fall down, as if weighty Plummets hung on Their sins. Thou art not temperate. Preserve Thy dear eyes. Love was pictured blind, because It makes men blind. I hug thee as my health—
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I'ld rather loſe my eyes then ſee him. When you did triumph in your fathers Court, My entreaty then had power to alter Your commands; reward my young ſeruice With kindneſſe to your ſelfe. When the tall Cedar falls, with burly weight it ſtrikes The neighbouring ſhrubs, low, into the ground: So we that ſpring like Ruſhes neere your roote, Muſt in your death receiue a funerall. VVhat's this? D'ye moralize? The King may haue his anger warranted. For heauen forbids ſuch wilde diuiſion▪ 'Tweene thoſe whom holy Church vnites. Harke, Theſina! She has been goſſiping▪ VVith the holy Siſters: ſhe preaches to me Of Matrimoniall zeale. Troth Valdaura, If thy husband doe infuſe ſuch ſchiſme, Ile practiſe a diuorce. We Court Ladies grow ſo ſqueamiſh after VVe haue taſted Man. Your Maieſty may Much profit her behauiour, if you A while deuide her from her Lord. So ſoone? Ere Time permits them ſecond Their imbraces? I Hermegild. If thoſe imbraces doe Include ſuch high delight, ſuch rapſody; She makes me enuious then▪ ſince all my hopes Are widdowed by the King. To night, Valdaura ▪ You are to ſleepe beneath my Roofe. This I Impoſe as a command. Is not this a harſh compulſion? Sir, I willingly obey it. But as Y'are Noble, vſe your ableſt skill, t'inſtruct▪ The Queene how of her anger to diſpoſe A ſafer way, then 'gainſt the King. Alas! I'ld rather cut my Eye-lids off To preuent ſleepe then loſe one minute that Could aduantage a deſigne ſo pious. And be it part of your kinde charity, T' indeere me to your Lord. Tis all the pride In my ambition to doe him ſeruice. Sir, he already knowes your worth, and thinks Your friendſhip precious. I kiſſe your faire hands. The King already come? I muſt ſeeme penſiue as the night. She's loſt, my Boy: blowne from my fiſt: her wings Haue gather'd wind: they flye (like thoſe of Time) Swiftly forward, but neuer backe returne. Sir, I haue hope, ſhe will repent this breach Of duty, and court your Royall ſmiles agen. Is it a ſinne to drinke? Nature has giuen To fiſhes a prerogatiue, greater Then we inioy. They can euer tipple And not be drunke. Fiſhes are dumb (Sir) they neuer fox themſelues With talke. Slaue! thy mirth is treacherous! Paradine! Thou haſt conſum'd to night the wealth of loue, Waſted thy lips in moyſt kiſſes, imbrac'd A warmth, that would giue life to marble. Whilſt I, (like the ſolitary Phoenix) Expect no heate but in my funerall flame: And ſtriue t'ingender of my ſelfe. Yet Boy, Thou canſt not make me enuious; thou art more Delightfull; then my Rodolinda's ſinnes. Let me ſuruay thoſe blue circles: his lids Fall downe, as if weighty Plummets hung on Their ſinnes. Thou art not temperate. Preſerue Thy deare eyes. Loue was pictur'd blind, becauſe It makes men blinde. I hugge thee as my health —