Massinger, Philip · published 1632 · first performed or written 1631 [licensed for stage, Mar 11] (Annals) tragicomedy · King's Men · Blackfriars unassigned nearest T14 Royal love, favour and dynastic relation · 490 words
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Weep not. I desire By your persuasion, or commanding power, The restitution of mine own, or that To keep my frailty from temptation, In your compassion of me, you would please I as a handmaid may be entertained To do the meanest offices to all such As are honoured in your service. Thou art welcome. What is thy name? The forlorn Athenais. The sweetness of thy innocence strangely takes me; Forget thy brother's wrongs, for I will be In my care a mother, in my love a sister to thee; And were it possible thou couldst be wooned To be of our belief. May it please your excellence, That is an easy task, I; though no scholar, Dare undertake it; clear truth cannot want Rhetorical persuasions. 'tis a work, My Lord, will well become you; break up the Court, May your endeavours prosper. Come my fair one, I hope my convert. Never, I will die As I was borne. Better you ne'er had been. What does your majesty think of? the maid's gone. She's wondrous fair, and in her speech appeared Pieces of scholarship. Make use of her learning And beauty together, on my life she will be proud To be so converted. From foul lust heaven guard me. We only talk when we should do. I'll second you, Begin, and when you please. Be constant in it. That resolution which grows cold today, Will freeze tomorrow. 'Slight, I think she'll keep him Her ward for ever, to herself engrossing The disposition of all the favours And bounties of the Empire. we that by The nearness of our service to his person, Should raise this man, or pull down that, without Her licence hardly dare prefer a suit, Or if we do, 'tis crossed. You are troubled for Your proper ends, my aims are high and honest The wrong that's done to Maiesty I repine at: I love the Emperor, and 'tis my ambition To have him know himself, and to that purpose I'll run the hazard of a check. And I The loss of my place. I will not come behind, Fall what can fall. Let us put on sad aspects To draw him on; charge home, we'll fetch you off, Or lie dead by you. How's this? clouds in the chamber, And the air clear abroad. When you our Sun Obscure your glorious beams, poor we that borrow Our little light from you, cannot but suffer A general Eclipse. Great Sir, 'tis true, For till you please to know, and be yourself, And freely dare dispose of what's your own Without a warrant; we are falling meteors; And not fixed flarres. The pale faced Moon that should Govern the night, usurp the rule of day, And still is at the full in spite of nature, And will not know a change. Speak you in riddles? I am no Oedipus, but your Emperor, And as such would be instructed.
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Weepe not. I desire By your perswasion, or commanding power, The restitution of mine owne, or that To keepe my frailty from temptation, In your compassion of me, you would please I as a handmaid may be entertaind To do the meanest offices to all such As are honor'd in your seruice. Thou art welcome. What is thy name? The forlorne Athenais. The sweetnes of thy innocence strangely takes me Forget thy brothers wrongs, for I will be In my care a mother, in my loue a sister to thee; And were it possible thou could'st be wooned To be of our beleefe. May it please your excellence, That is an easie task, I though no schollar, Dare vndertake it; cleere truth cannot want Rhetoricall perswasions. Tis a work, My Lord, will well become you; break vp the Court, May your endeuors prosper. Come my faie one, I hope my conuert. Neuer, I will die As I was borne. Better you nere had beene. What does your maiesty think of? the maid's gone. She' wondrous faire, and in her speech appear'd Peeces of schollarship. Make vse of her learning And beauty together, on my life she will be proud To be so conuerted. From foule lust heauen guard me. We only talk when we should do Ile second you, Begin, and when you please. Be constant in it. That resolution which growes cold to day, Will freeze to morrow. 'Slight, I think sheele keepe him Her ward for euer, to her selfe ingrossing The disposition of all the fauors And bounties of the Empire. Wee that by The neerenesse of our seruice to his person, Should raise this man, or pull downe that, without Her licence hardly dare prefer a suit, Or if wee doe, 'tis cross'd. You are troubled for Your proper ends, my aimes are high and honest The wrong that's done to Miesty I repine at: I loue the Emperor, and 'tis my ambition To haue him know himselfe, and to that purpose Ile run the hazard of a check. And I The losse of my place I will not come behinde, Fall what can fall. Let vs put on sad aspects To draw him on; charge home, weele fetch you off, Or ly dead by you. How's this? clouds in the chamber And the ayre cleere abroad. When you our Sunne Obscure your glorious beames, poore we that borrow Our little light from you, cannot but suffer A generall Eclipse. Great Sir, 'tis true, For 'till you please to know, and be your selfe, And freely dare dispose of what's your owne Without a warrant; we are falling meteors; And not fixed flarres. The pale fac'd Moon that should Gouerne the night, vsurpe the rule of day, And still is at the full in spite of nature, And will not know a change. Speak you in riddles? I am no Oedipus, but your Emperor, And as such would be instructed.