Massinger, Philip · published 1632 · first performed or written 1631 [licensed for stage, Mar 11] (Annals) tragicomedy · King's Men · Blackfriars unassigned nearest T11 Siblings, kin and confidants · 516 words
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Sacred, as 'tis accursed Is proper to me. Sirrah, upon your life, Without a word concerning this, command Eudoxia to come to me; would I had ne'er known her by that name, my mother's name, Or that for her own sake she had continued Poor Athenais still— No intermission? Wilt thou so soon torment me? must I read Writ in the table of my memory, To warrant my suspicion, how Paulinus (Though ever thought a man averse to women) First gave her entertainment? made her way For audience to my sister; then I did myself observe how he was ravished with The gracious delivery of her story, (Which was I grant the bait that first took me too) she was his convert, what the rhetoric was He used I know not, and since she was mine, In private, as in public, what a mass Of grace and favours hath she heaped upon him! And but today this fatal fruit, she's come. Can she be guilty? You seem troubled Sir, My innocence makes me bold to ask the cause That I may ease you of it, no salute After four long hours absence? Prithee forgive me. Me thanks I find Paulinus on her lips, And the fresh Nectar that I drew from thence Is on the sudden paled, how have you spent Your hours since I last saw you? In the converse, Of your sweet sisters. Did not Philanax From me deliver you an apple? Yes Sir; Heaven! how you frown! pray you talk of something else, Think not of such a trifle. How! a trifle? Does any toy from me presented to you, Deserve to be so slighted? do you value What's sent, and not the sender? from a peasant It had deserved your thanks. And meets from you Sir All possible respect. I prized it Lady At a higher rate than you believe, and would not Have parted with it, but to one I did Prefer before myself. It was indeed The fairest that I ever saw. It was? And it had virtues in it, my Eudoxia Not visible to the eye. It may be so Sir, What did you with it, tell me punctually; I look for a strict account. What shall I answer? Do you stagger? ha? No Sir, I have eaten it. It had the pleasantest taste. I wonder that You found it not in my breath. I saith I did not, And it was wondrous strange. Pray you try again. I find no scent of't here. You play with me You have it still? By your sacred life, and fortune, An oath I dare not break, I have eaten it. Do you know how this oath binds? Too well, to break it. That ever man to please his brutish sense Should slave his understanding to his passions, And taken with soon fading white and red Deliver up his credulous ears to hear The magic of a Siren, and from these Believe there ever was, is, or can be More than a seeming honesty in bad woman This is strange language Sir.
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Sacred, as 'tis accurs'd Is proper to mee. Sirra, vpon your life, Without a word concerning this, command Eudoxia to come to mee; would I had Nere knowne her by that name, my mothers name, Or that for her owne sake shee had continued Poore Athenais still— No intermission? Wilt thou so soone torment mee? must I reade Writ in the table of my memorie, To warrant my suspition, how Paulinus (Though euer thought a man auerse to women) First gaue her entertainement? made her way For audience to my sister; then I did My selfe obserue how hee was rauish'd with The gratious deliuerie of her storie, (Which was I grant the bait that first took me too) She was his conuert, what the rethorick was Hee vs'd I know not, and since shee was mine, In priuate, as in publick, what a masse Of grace and fauours hath shee heap'd vpon him! And but to day this fatall fruite, Shee's come. Can shee bee guiltie? You seeme troubl'd Sir, My innocnce makes mee bold to aske the cause That I may ease you of it, no salute After foure long houres absence? Prethee forgiue mee. Mee thanks I finde Paulinus on her lips, And the fresh Nectar that I drew from thence Is on the suddaine pal'd, how haue you spent Your hours since I last saw you? In the conuerse, Of your sweete sisters. Did not Philanax From mee deliuer you an apple? Yes Sir; Heauen! how you frowne! pray you talke of something els, Thinke not of such a trifle. How! a trifle? Does any toy from mee presented to you, Deserue to be so sleighted? doe you valewe What's sent, and not the sender? from a peasant It had deseru'd your thanks. And meetes from you Sir All possible respect. I priz'd it Lady At a higher rate then you beleeue, and would not Haue parted with it, but to one I did Prefer before my selfe. It was indeed The fairest that I euer saw. It was? And it had vertues in it, my Eudoxia Not visible to the eye. It may be so Sir, What did you with it, tell mee punctually; I looke for a strict accompt. What shall I answer? Doe you stagger? ha? No Sir, I haue eaten it. It had the pleasantest tast. I wonder that You found it not in my breath. I saith I did not, And it was wondrous strange. Pray you try againe. I find no scent of't heere. You play with me You haue it still? By your sacred life, and fortune, An oth I dare not breake, I haue eaten it. Doe you know how this oth binds? Too well, to breake it. That euer man to please his brutish sense Should slaue his vnderstanding to his passions, And taken with soone fading white and red Deliuer vp his credulous eares to heare The magick of a Siren, and from these Beleeue there euer was, is, or can bee More then a seeming honestie in bad woman This is strange language Sir.