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 0.86 · 461 words
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I hope he never shall come back alive, he knows I am a villain, I was too forward in my offers to him, till I had tried his dispositions better. It is kindly done of him and of Lysander yet to spare my pains: there now wants nothing of my wish but that the Duke be killed, and I to find out where Lysander is, than I shall be revenged upon them both, and be possessed of that which is my due, (Lysander's land) for so the King hath promised. My way to find Lysander if he hath killed the Duke, is for to give Clarinda a firm belief that I do dearly love him; for sure if he be living, she shall hear of him, and if I find him, I have another villainy in my head, which I will put in act, besides my giving notice of him to the King. My villainy shall Virtue be in show, For all shall think me honest Iacomo. I fear the Duke hath notice of our loves; for he hath sent to me to meet him armed, I fear it is to fight, if it be so, and I survive the Combat, I will send you word where I abide, if I be killed, I do conjure you by your virtues, not to to be ungrateful unto the Duke, who you see doth not desire to live, without he may enjoy you for his wife. No my Lysander, in that hour when I shall hear That thy fair soul is parted from thy body, I will quickly follow thee. madam, the King is at the gate, and in a rage, Threatens your Father's death and yours, they say Lysander Hath killed the Duke. I feared as much, This comes of my dissembling. Why is your Majesty offended with your Vassal, Who as yet never so much as in a thought offended you. Where is that Enchantress, which you call Clarinda? Here Sir, is the unhappy object of your anger. I am amazed, I never till now saw true beauty. Why kneel you Lady? It is my duty Sir, you are my Sovereign. Rise fair Creature; came I to chide, and do I kiss. This is the force of Beauty; who lives That can be offended with so sweet a Creature? I cannot now blame the Duke, for valuing Her so much. I would she were the Daughter. Of some neighbouring King, that I without Disparagement might love her: but I forget myself, these are poor humble thoughts, And far beneath the Majesty of a King. Lady, I came to chide, I fear you are the cause That I have lost a Kinsman, a worthy one In all the world's opinion, excepting yours.
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I hope he neuer ſhall come backe aliue, he knowes I am a villaine, I was too forward in my offers to him, til I had tried his diſpoſitions better. It is kindly done of him and of Lyſander yet to ſpare my paines: there now wants nothing of my wiſh but that the Duke be kild, and I to find out where Lyſander is, then I ſhall be reueng'd vpon them both, and be poſſeſt of that which is my due, (Lyſanders land) for ſo the King hath promis'd. My way to find Lyſander if he hath kild the Duke, is for to giue Clarinda a firme beleefe that I doe dearly loue him; for ſure if he be liuing, ſhe ſhall heare of him, and if I finde him, I haue another villanie in my head, which I will put in act, beſides my giuing notice of him to the King. My vilny ſhall Vertue be in ſhow, For all ſhall thinke me honeſt Iacomo. I feare the Duke hath notice of our loues; for he hath sent to me to meete him armed, I feare it is to fight, if it be ſo, and I ſuruiue the Combate, I will ſend you word where I abide, if I be kild, I doe coniure you by your vertues, not to to bee vngratefull vnto the Duke, who you ſee doth not deſire to liue, without he may enioy you for his wife. No my Lyſander, in that houre when I ſhall heare That thy faire ſoule is parted from thy body, I will quickly follow thee. Madame, the King is at the gate, and in a rage, Threatens your Fathers death and yours, they ſay Lyſander Hath kild the Duke. I fear'd as much, This comes of my diſſembling. Why is your Maieſtie offended with your Vaſſall, Who as yet neuer ſo much as in a thought offended you. Where is that Inchantreſſe, which you call Clarinda? Here Sir, is the vnhappy obiect of your anger. I am amaz'd, I neuer till now ſaw true beauty. Why kneele you Lady? It is my duty Sir, you are my Soueraigne. Riſe faire Creatue; came I to chide, and doe I kiſſe. This is the force of Beauty; who liues That can be offended with ſo ſweet a Creature? I cannot now blame the Duke, for valuing Her ſo much. I would ſhe were the Daughter. Of ſome neighbouring King, that I without Diſparagement might loue her: but I forget My ſelfe, theſe are poore humble thoughts, And farre beneath the Maieſtie of a King. Lady, I came to chide, I feare you are the cauſe That I haue loſt a Kinſman, a worthy one In all the worlds opinion, excepting yours.