Carlell, Lodowick · published 1629 · first performed or written 1629 [c.1622-1629] (Annals) tragicomedy · King's Men · before the Court T0 Court life: dukes, favour and honour typicality 0.82 · 497 words
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We lose time; for since we cannot both Enjoy Clarinda, both must not live. Fortune, I thank thee, Now I am even with you, rise. I owe you for my life; we were but quit before; I would our quarrel were of another nature. I would it were; but as it is One of us must lie cold upon this grass, Before we part. Ah poor Clarinda, this is too sad a witness Of thy perfections; would thou were here yet, That I might take my last farewell. O dear Madame, what a sad object's this? Be not afraid, See if the breath have quite forsaken that body. O my best love Clarinda, Receive from my dying lips, a dying kiss. How's this! madam, the breath hath quite forsaken this body, as I think: O my dear Brother! Is it Lysander then, whom I have longed so much to see? I saw him not since he came home from travail, And much it grieves me that I see him thus, This is the second time that I have seen him: Besmeared in blood! Dear Brother speak, who hath hurt you? Dear Sister, What blessed Angel hath brought you hither? This it no fit time for questions Mariana, Let's help him to the Lodge, before his loss of blood o'ercome his spirits. Fair and courteous Lady, pardon me, My sight did fail through my excessive bleeding, Which made me to mistake. Brother it is the Princess. O madam, lead me no further then; For you will curse your charity if you preserve me. Why Sir? Because I have by this unlucky hand, Robbed you of such a Kinsman, as our Sovereign And yourself were justly proud of. Who is that? The Duke, who lies there as you see. It cannot be. madam, it is too true. Alas my cousin! Sir, you have an unlucky hand indeed; For you have this day murdered two: justice will at your hands require his blood. O madam say not so, had you but e'en now So great a care to save his life, and are you now So cruel to say that he must perish by the hand Of justice, though he should scape these wounds? Would not the Duke have killed him if he could? I'll pawn my life upon 't, my Brother killed him fairly. What shall I do, if I help to preserve him That killed my Kinsman, it is unnatural in me, And I beside may lose my Brother's good opinion; And should I be the cause that Mariana's brother perish, I shall lose her for ever; either she'll die for grief, Or else she'll hate me. I'll do as I did first intend, My conscience tells me it is the nobler course; Besides, there is something, I know not what it is, Bids me preserve Lysander, the great desire I had To see him, bred from the general commendations which The world bestows upon him, imported something.
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We loſe time; for ſince we cannot both Enioy Clarinda, both muſt not liue. Fortune, I thank thee, Now I am euen with you, riſe. I owe you for my life; we were but quit before; I would our quarrell were of another nature. I would it were; but as it is One of vs muſt lye colde vpon this graſſe, Before we part. Ah poore Clarinda, this is too ſad a witneſſe Of thy perfections; would thou were here yet, That I might take my laſt farewell. O deare Madame, what a ſad obiect's this? Bee not afraid, See if the breath haue quite forſaken that body. O my beſt loue Clarinda, Receiue from my dying lips, a dying kiſſe. How's this! Madame, the breath hath quite forſaken this body, as I thinke: O my deare Brother! Is it Lyſander then, whom I haue long'd ſo much to ſee? I ſaw him not ſince he came home from trauaile, And much it grieues me that I ſee him thus, This is the ſecond time that I haue ſeene him: Beſmeard in bloud! Deare Brother ſpeake, who hath hurt you? Deare Siſter, What bleſt Angell hath brought you hither? This it no fit time for queſtions Mariana, Let's helpe him to the Lodge, before his loſſe of bloud O'recome his ſpirits. Faire and courteous Lady, pardon me, My ſight did faile through my exceſſiue bleeding, Which made me to miſtake. Brother it is the Princeſſe. O Madame, lead me no further then; For you will curſe your charity if you preſerue me. Why Sir? Becauſe I haue by this vnlucky hand, Robd you of ſuch a Kinſman, as our Soueraigne And your ſelfe were iuſtly proud of. Who is that? The Duke, who lyes there as you ſee. It cannot be. Madame, it is too true. Alas my Cozen! Sir, you haue an vnlucky hand indeed; For you haue this day murdered two: Iuſtice will at your hands require his blood. O Madame ſay not ſo, had you but eu'n now So great a care to ſaue his life, and are you now So cruell to ſay that he muſt periſh by the hand Of Iuſtice, though he ſhould ſcape theſe wounds? Would not the Duke haue kild him if he could? Ile pawn my life vpon 't, my Brother kild him fairly. What ſhall I doe, if I helpe to preſerue him That kild my Kinſman, it is vnnaturall in me, And I beſides may loſe my Brothers good opinion; And ſhould I be the cauſe that Mariana's brother periſh, I ſhall loſe her for euer; either ſhee'l dye for griefe, Or elſe ſhee'l hate me. Ile doe as I did firſt intend, My conſcience tels me it is the nobler courſe; Beſides, there is ſomething, I know not what it is, Bids me preſerue Lyſander, the great deſire I had To ſee him, bred from the generall commendations which The world beſtowes vpon him, imported ſomthing.