Fletcher, Phineas · published 1631 · first performed or written 1615 [Mar 13] (Annals) pastoral · at University unassigned nearest T1 Death, grief and revenge · 551 words
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After that hapless Nymph had heard her doom, As she was led toth' rock, i'th' middle way, Perindus flying fast, calls out, Stay: And for he thought his feet too slowly bore him, Before he came, he sent his voice before. Stay, stay, Dicaeus, thouart a man, I see, And well mayst err heavens not more pure than she. Yet since the doom is past I'll, pawn my breath, And make your fact less heinous by my death: I'll lose her life in me, and she shall spend My life in her, so both shall better end. This was no ill news to the Nymph. Yes, yes: then first she thought herself condemned, Death in him she feared and in herself contemned. That law itself (says she) should suffer death, Which one condemns, another punisheth. True, says Perindus, my life, my all's in thee, When thou offendest, why shouldst thou punish me? But brief to give their words in short contracted, Was never part of love more lovely acted: Both loath to live, and both contend to die, Where only death strove for the victory. Mean time I could but weep, nor I alone, That two such loves should die, not live in one. Their spotless faith's a crystal, where I see Too late my cankered hate's deformity. At length the law itself decides the strife, That he with loss of his might buy her life. Then and but then she, wept, and to prevent him, Down fell she with a deadly look and eye, Acting the prologue of his tragedy, And waked again, she 'gan to chide and rave, And vows to live no further than his grave; While he with cheerful steps the rocks ascending: Fearless beholds his death, that steep descending, And boldly standing on the utmost brow, Thus spoke: Poor life, I never knew thy worth till now, How thou art over valued to pay Her life with thine, gold with base alchemy. Just, just, you heavens, I have set a gin For them, and now myself the first am in. Then turning to his love, thus spoke his last: Farewell Glaucilla, live and in thy breast As in a heaven my love and life shall rest: Seek not by death thyself from grief to free, Remember now Perindus lives in thee. Cherish my heart, which in thy heart doth lie, For whilst thou liv'st, Perindus cannot die: So leapt he lightly from the cloudy rock. Is he then dead? No: for the guilty sea With soft embraces wrapped his limbs; It seems the waves moved with Sympathy, Would teach unhuman men humanity. Though they could not prevent, would ease his fall; And not consenting to his pious death, Restored him up again to air and breath: Briefly, those two his servants not regarding, Dicaeus threatening voice, and just awarding, With him took up his guilt, and to a ship That rides in the haven safe conveyed him, there They left him now revived, themselves were taken And as the law commands, were doomed to suffer The death of slaves: both to be strongly bound, And in those hills left to the greedy Cyclops: And now the stay is only in Dicaeus, At whose return they suffer, just they die, Who love their master more than equity.
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After that haplesse Nymph had heard her doome, As shee was led to'th' rocke, i'th' middle way, Perindus flying fast, calls out, Stay: And for he thought his feete too slowly bore him, Before he came, he sent his voyce before. Stay, stay, Dicaeus, th'art a man, I see, And well mayst erre heauens not more pure then she. Yet since the doome i past i'le, pawne my breath, And make your fact sse hanious by my death: I'le lose he life in me, and she shall spend My life in her, so both shall better nd. This was no ill newes to the Nymph. Yes, yes: then first she thought her selfe condemnd, Death in him shee fear'd and in her elfe contemnd. That law it selfe (says shee) should suffer death, Which one condemnes, another punnisheth. True, sayes Perindus, my life, my all's in thee, When thou offendst, why shouldst thou punish me? But briefe to giue their words in short contracted, VVas neuer part of loue more louely acted: Both loath to liue, and both contend to die, VVhere onely death stroue for the victory. Meane time I could but weepe, nor I alone, That two such loues should die, not liue in one. Their spotlesse fayth's a cristall, where I see Too late my cancred haes deformity. At length the law it selfe decides the strife, That he with losse of his might buy her life. Then and but then he, wept, and to preuent him, Downe fell shee with a deadly looke and eye, Acting the prologue of his tragedy, And wak'd againe, she 'gan to chide and raue, And vowes to liue no further then his graue; VVhile he with cheerfull steps the rockes asceding: Fearelesse beholds his death, that steepe descending, And boldly standing on the vtmost bowe, Thus spke: Poore life, I neuer knew thy worth till now, How thou art oue valewed to pay Her life with thine, gold with base alcumy. Iust, iust, you heauens, I haue set a gin For them, and now my selfe the first am in. Then turning to his loue, thus spake his last: Farewell Glaucilla, liue and in thy brest As in a heauen my loue and life shall rest: Seeke not by death thy selfe from griefe to free, Remember now Perindus liues in thee. Cherish my hear, which in thy heart doth lye, For whilst thou liu'st, Perindus cannot dye: So leapt he lightly from the cloudy rocke. Is hee then dead? No: for the guilty ea With soft embraces wrapt his limbes; It seemes the waues moou'd with Sympathy, Would teach vnhumane men humanity. Though they could not preuent, would ease his fall; And not consenting to his pious death, Restor'd him vp againe to aire and breath: Briefly, those two his seruants not regarding, Dicaeus threatning voyce, and iust awarding, With him tooke vp his guilt, and to a shippe That rides in the hauen safe conuayd him, there They left him now reuiu'd, themselues were taken And as the law commands, were doom'd to suffer The death of slaes: both to be strongly bound, And in those hils left to the greedy Cyclops: And now the stay is onely in Dicaeus, At whose returne they suffer, iust they dye, Who loue their master more then equity.