Massinger, Philip · published 1632 · first performed or written 1631 [licensed for stage, Mar 11] (Annals) tragicomedy · King's Men · Blackfriars unassigned nearest T1 Death, grief and revenge · 492 words
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His displeasure Reflects on none of those particulars, Which you have mentioned, though some jealous Princes In a subject cannot brook 'em. None of these? In what then am I worthy his suspicion? But it may, nay it must be, some informer To whom my innocence appeared a crime, Hath poisoned his late good opinion of me. 'tis not to die, but in the censure of So good a Master guilty, that afflicts me. There is no remedy. No, I have a friend yet, Could the strictness of your warrant give way to it, To whom the state I stand in now delivered, That by fair intercession for me would So far prevail, that my defence unheard I should not innocent, or guilty suffer, Without a fit distinction. These false hopes My Lord abuse you. What man, when condemned, Did ever find a friend? or who dares lend An eye of pity to that star-crossed subject On whom his sovereign frowns. She that dares plead For innocence without a fee, the Empress, My great, and gracious Mistress! There's your error. Her many favours which you hoped should make you, Prove your undoing. she poor Lady is Banished for ever from the emperor's presence, And his confirmed suspicion, to his wrong, That you have been over familiar with her, Dooms you to death. I know you understand me. Over familiar? In sharing with him; Those sweet and secret pleasures of his bed, Which can admit no partner. And is that The crime for which I am to die? Of all My numerous sins, was there not one of weight Enough to sink me, if he borrowed not The colour of a guilt I never saw, To paint my innocence, in a deformed And monstrous shape? but that it were profane To argue heaven of ignorance, or injustice, I now should tax it. Had the stars that reigned At my nativity such cursed influence, As not alone to make me miserable, But in the neighbourhood of her goodness to me To force contagion upon a Lady, Whose purer flames were not inferior, To theirs, when they shine brightest? to die for her Compared with what she suffers is a trifle. By her example warned, let all great women hereafter throw pride, and contempt on such As truly serve 'em, since a retribution In lawful courtesies, is now styled lust, And to be thankful to a servant's merits Is grown a vice, no virtue. These complaints Are to no purpose: think on the long flight, Your better part must make. she is prepared Nor can the freeing of an innocent From the emperor's furious jealousy hinder her. It shall out, 'tis resolved, but to be whispered To you alone. What a solemn preparation Is made here to put forth an inch of taper In itself almost extinguished? mortal poison? The hangman's sword, the halter? 'tis left to you, To make choice of which you please.
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His displeasure Reflects on none of those particulars, Which you haue mention'd, though some iealous Princes In a subiect cannot brooke 'em. None of these? In what then am I worthy his suspition? But it may, nay it must bee, some informer To whom my innocence appeard a crime, Hath poysond his late good opinion of mee. Tis not to dye, but in the censure of 'So good a Master guilty, that afflictes mee. There is no remedy. No, I haue a friend yet, Could he strictnesse of your warrant giue way to it, To whom the sate I stand in now deliuer'd, That by faire intercession for mee would So far preuaile, that my defence vnheard I should not innocent, or guiltie suffer, Without a fi distinction. These false hopes My Lord abuse you. What man, when condemn'd, Did euer find a riend? or who dares lend An eye of pitty to that starcros'd subiect On whom his soueraigne frownes. Shee that dares plead For innocence without a fee, the Empresse, My greate, and gratious Mistrisse! There's your error. Her many fauours which you hop'd should make you, Proue your vndoing. Shee poore Lady is Bannish'd for euer from the Emperours presence, And his confirm'd suspition, to his wrong, That you haue bene ouer familiar with her, Doomes you to death. I know you vnderstand mee. Ouer familiar? In sharing with him; Those sweete and secret pleasures of his bed, Which can admit no partner. And is that The crime for which I am to dye? Of all My numerous sinnes, was there not one of waight Enough to sinke mee, if he borrow'd not The colour of a guilt I neuer saw, To paint my innocence, in a deform'd And mostrous shape? but that it were prophane To argue heauen of ignorance, or iniustice, I now should tax it. Had the stars that raign'd At my natiuity such cursed influence, As not alone to make ee miserable, But in the neighbourhood of her goodnesse to mee To force contagion vpon a Lady, Whose purer flames were not inferior, To theirs, when they shine brightest? to dye for her Copar'd with what shee suffers is a trifle. By her example warn'd, let all greate women Heereafer throw pride, and contempt on such As truely serue 'em, since a retribution In lawfull courtesies, is now stil'd lust, And to be thankfull to a seruants merits Is growne a vice, no vertue. These complaints Are to no purpose: think on the long flight, Your better part must make. Shee is prepar'd Nor can the freeing of an innocent From the Emperours furious iealousie hinder her. It shall out, 'tis resolu'd, but to bee whisper'd To you alone. What a solmne preparation Is made heere to put forth an inch of taper In it selfe almost extinguish'd? mortall poison? The hangmans sword, the halter? Tis left to you, To make choice of which you please.