Carlell, Lodowick · published 1629 · first performed or written 1629 [c.1622-1629] (Annals) tragicomedy · King's Men · before the Court unassigned nearest T1 Death, grief and revenge · 501 words
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Tush, they shall still believe me to be Honest Iacomo; Yet I will let the King know where Lysander is. Why villain, dost thou think I will not Discover thee? Yes, I do know you would; but I will take a course with your Ladyship for telling, when I have done with you. I know thou wilt not be so merciful to kill me. Yes, fear it not, rather than I will be hanged for a short minute's pleasure. Then kill me first, before thou dost dishonour me. It may be you'll be of another mind anon, and wish to live. The trees stand here too thin, I'll carry you into a thicker place. Help, Murder: is there no power that will transform me to a tree, and save my honour? Yes, I'll transform you, you may bear fruit too, if you will be willing. How happy are those men that lead a Country life, And in the nature of each several creature, View the great God of Nature's power, who can find Nothing in the whole frame, but either for the composition Or the existence, is worth our admiration! Murder, help, help, Murder! It was a woman's voice sure. Slave that I was, that did not stop her mouth, as well as bind her hands; it was well the bushes were so thick; for had he once got sight of me, he would have cooled my heat: since I have missed this pleasure, my revenge shall be the greater; I'll to the King and tell him what I know concerning Lysander, which will ingraft me in his favour, and for Clarinda's accusal, let me alone. Tell me pretty Boy, why did the villain bind thee? I thought thou hadst been a woman, when I heard thee cry: How pale thou look'st of a sudden; be not afraid, He dare not come again to hurt thee. My hard hearted Master I fear will come again. He had a hard heart indeed, that could hurt thee: It is the pretiest boy that yet I e'er did see, And yet methinks I have seen a face like this before: Where wert thou borne sweet child? Sir, I was borne in Naples. Sure I have seen a face like thine, Why dost thou blush? Where Sir, do you think you have seen A face like mine? Not in this Country, for I am here a stranger. Then Sir, you do not know the way to Gerards Lodge. Wouldst thou go thither? I think I do. Yes Sir, if I did know the way. I'll bring thee thither if I can. Sir, I do owe you much, And have no other payment but my thanks: But might I be so happy as to meet you In the City, I have some friends that would Perchance do you some pleasure. If thou wilt stay with me here in the Forest, At a little house where I do lie, tomorrow I will bring thee to the City.
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Tuſh, they ſhall ſtill belieue mee to be Honeſt Iacomo; Yet I will let the King know where Lyſander is. Why villaine, doſt thou thinke I will not Diſcouer thee? Yes, I doe know you would; but I will take a courſe with your Ladiſhip for telling, when I haue done with you. I know thou wilt not be ſo mercifull to kill me. Yes, feare it not, rather then I will be hang'd for a ſhort minutes pleaſure. Then kill me firſt, before thou doſt diſhonour me. It may bee you'l bee of another mind anon, and wiſh to liue. The trees ſtand here too thin, Ile carry you into a thicker place. Helpe, Murder: is there no power that will transforme me to a tree, and ſaue my honor? Yes, Ile transforme you, you may beare fruit too, if you will be willing. How happy are thoſe men that lead a Country life, And in the nature of each ſeuerall creature, View the great God of Natures power, who can finde Nothing in the whole frame, but either for the compoſition Or the exiſtence, is worth our admiration! Murder, helpe, helpe, Murder! It was a womans voyce ſure. Slaue that I was, that did not ſtop her mouth, as well as bind her hands; it was well the buſhes were ſo thicke; for had he once got ſight of me, he would haue coold my heate: ſince I haue miſt this pleaſure, my reuenge ſhall be the greater; Ile to the King and tell him what I know concerning Lyſander, which will ingraft me in his fauor, and for Clarinda's accuſall, let mee alone. Tell me prety Boy, why did the villaine bind thee? I thought thou hadſt beene a woman, when I heard thee cry: How pale thou lookſt of a ſodaine; be not afraid, He dare not come againe to hurt thee. My hard harted Maſter I feare will come agen. He had a hard heart indeed, that could hurt thee: It is the pretieſt boy that yet I ere did ſee, And yet me thinkes I haue ſeene a face like this before: Where wert thou borne ſweet child? Sir, I was borne in Naples. Sure I haue ſeene a face like thine, Why doſt thou bluſh? Where Sir, doe you thinke you haue ſeene A face like mine? Not in this Countrey, for I am here a ſtranger. Then Sir, you doe not know the way to Gerards Lodge. Wouldſt thou goe thither? I thinke I doe. Yes Sir, if I did know the way. Ile bring thee thither if I can. Sir, I doe owe you much, And haue no other payment but my thankes: But might I be ſo happie as to meet you In the City, I haue ſome friends that would Perchance doe you ſome pleaſure. If thou wilt ſtay with me here in the Forreſt, At a little houſe where I doe lie, to morrow I will bring thee to the City.