Massinger, Philip · published 1632 · first performed or written 1621 [1621-1622; prologue, 1629/30(?)] (Annals) tragicomedy · Queen Henrietta Maria's Men · Phoenix/Cockpit unassigned nearest T53 The crown: kingship claimed, resigned an · 466 words
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This is something yet, though I missed the mark I shot at. This Gentleman is of a noble temper. And I too harsh, perhaps in my reproof, Was I not Clarinda? I am not to censure Your actions madam: but there are a thousand Ladies, and of good fame, in such a cause. Would be proud of such a servant. It may be; Let me offend in this kind. Why uncalled for? The Signiors, madam, Gasparo and Anthonio, (Selected friends of the renowned Bertoldo) ashore this morning. Without him? I think so. Never think more than. They have been at Court. Kissed the king's hand; and there first duties done To him, appear ambitions to tender To you their second service. Wait 'em hither. Fear do not rack me, reason, now if ever, Haste with thy aid, and tell me such a wonder, As my Bertoldo is, with such care fashioned, Must not, nay cannot, in heavens providence, So soon miscarry; pray you forbear, ere you Take the privilege, as strangers to salute me, (Excuse my manners) make me first understand, How it is with Bertoldo? The relation Will not I fear deserve your thanks. I wish Some other should inform you. She dead? You see, though with some fear, I dare inquire it. Dead! Would that were the worst, a debt were paid then, Kings in their birth owe nature. Is there ought More terrible than death? Yes to a spirit Like his. Cruel imprisonment, and that Without the hope of freedom. You abuse me, The royal King cannot in love to virtue, (Though all springs of affection were dried up) But pay his ransom. When you know what 'tis You will think otherwise; No less will do it Then fifty thousand crowns. A pretty sum, The price weighed, with the purchase, 50. thousand? To the King 'tis nothing. He that can spare more To his minion for a mask, cannot but ransom Such a brother at a million, you wrong The king's magnificence. In your opinion, But 'tis most certain. He does not alone In himself refuse to pay it, but forbids All other men. Are you sure of this? You may read The edict to that purpose, published by him, That will resolve you. Possible! pray you stand off, I I doe not mutter treason to my selfe My heart will break; yet I will not curse him, He is my king. The news you have delivered, Makes me weary of your company, we'll salute When we meet next. I'll bring you to the door. Nay pray you no more compliments. One thing more And that's substantial. Let your Adorni. Look to himself. The king is much incensed Against him for Fulgentio. As I am For your slowness to depart Farewell sweet Lady.
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This is something yet, tho I mist the mark I shot at. This Gentleman is of a noble temper. And I too harsh, perhaps in my reproofe, Was I not Clarinda? I am not to censure Your actions Madame: but there are a thousand Ladies, and of good fame, in such a cause. Would be proud of such a servant. It may be; Let me offend in this kinde. Why uncall'd for? The Signiors, Madame, Gasparo and Anthonio, (Selected friends of the renowned Bertoldo) Pu a shore this morning. Without him? I thinke so. Never thinke more then. They have beene at Court. Kiss'd the Kings hand; and there first duties done To him, appeare ambitions to tender To you their second service. Waite 'em hither. Feare doe not racke me, reason, now if ever, Haste with thy ayde, and tell me such a wonder, As my Bertoldo is, with such care fashion'd, Must not, nay cannot, in hev'ns providence, So soone miscarry; pray you forbeare, ere you Take the priveledge, as strangers to salute mee, (Excuse my manners) make me first undrstaud, How it is with Bertoldo? The relation Will not I feare deserve your thankes. I wish Some other should informe you. he dead? You see, though with some feare, I dare enquire it. Dead! Would that were the worst, debt were pay'd then, Kings in their birth owe nature. Is there ought More terrible then death? Yes to a spirit Like his. Cruell imprisonment, and that Without the hope of freedome. You abuse me, The royall King cannot in love to vertue, (Though all springs of affection were dri'd up) But pay his ranome. When you know what 'tis You will thinke otherwise; No lesse will do it Then fifty thousand crownes. A prettie sum, The price waigh'd, with the purchase, 50. thousand? To the King 'tis nothing. He that can spare more To his minion for a masque, cannot but ransome Such a brother at a million, you wrong The Kings magnificence. In your opinion, But 'tis most certaine. He does not alone In himselfe refuse to pay it, but forbids All other men. Are you sure of this? You may reade The edict to that purpose, publish'd by him, That will resolve you. Possible! pray you stand off, I I doe not mutter treason to my selfe My heart will breake; yet I will not curse him, He is my king. The newes you have delivered, Makes me wearie of your company, wee'll salue When we meete next. I'll bring you to the dore. Nay pray yo no more complements. One thing more And that's substantiall. Let your Adorni. Looke to himselfe. The king is much incens'd Against him for Fulgentio. As I am For yuor slownesse to depart Farewell swoet Lady.