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 · 506 words
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O more than impious times! when not alone Subordinate Ministers of justice are Corrupted, and seduced, but kings themselves, (The greater wheels by which the lesser move) Are broken or disjointed; could it be else A king, to soothe his politic ends, should so far Forsake his honour, as at once to break Th'Adamant chains of nature and religion, To bind up Atheism, as a defence To his dark counsels? will it ever be That to deserve too much is dangerous, And virtue, when too eminent a crime? Must she serve fortune still? or when stripped of Her gay, and glorious favours, lose the beauties Of her own natural shape? O my Bertoldo! Thou only Sun in honour's Sphere, how soon Art thou eclipsed and darkened! not the nearness Of blood prevailing on the king; nor all The benefits to the general good dispensed Gaining a retribution! But that To owe a courtesy to a simple Virgin Would take from the deserving, I find in me Some sparks of fire, which fanned with honour's breath Might rise into a flame, and in men darken Their usurped splendour. Ha! my aim is high, And for the honour of my sex to fall so, Can never prove inglorious. 'Tis resolved: Call in Adorni. I am happy in Such employment, Madam. he's a man, I know that at a reverend distance loves me, And such are ever faithful: What a Sea Of melting ice I walk on! what strange censures Am I to undergo! but good intents Deride all future rumours. I obey Your summons, Madam. Leave the place Clarinda, One woman, in a secret of such weight, Wisemen may think too much, nearer Adorni. I warrant it with a smile. I cannot ask Safer protection, what's your will? To doubt Your ready desire to serve me, or prepare you With the repetition of former merits, Would in my diffidence wrong you. But I will And without circumstance, in the trust that I Impose upon you, free you from suspicion. I foster none of you. I know you do not. You are Adorni by the love you owe me. The surest conjuration. Take me with you, Love borne of duty, but advance no further, You are Sir as I laid to do me service, To undertake a task, in which your faith, judgement, discretion, in a word, your all That's good, must be engaged, nor must you study In the execution, but what may make For the ends I aim at. They admit no rivals. You answer well, you have heard of Bertoldo's Captivity? and the king's neglect? the greatness Of his ransom, fifty thousand crowns, Adorni, Two parts of my estate. To what tends this? Yet I so love the gentleman (for to you I will confess my weaknesses) that I purpose Now, when he is forsaken by the king, And his own hopes to ransom him, and receive him Into my bosom as my lawful husband, Why change you colour 'Tis in wonder of Your virtue, Madam.
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O more then impious times! when not alone Subordinate Ministers of justice are Corrupted, and seduc'd, but kings themselves, (The greater wheeles by which the leser move) Are broken or disjonted; could it be else A king, to sooth his politique ends, should so far Fosake his honor, as at once to breake Th'Adamant chaines of nature and religion, To binde up Atheisme, as a defence To his darke counsailes? will it ever be That to deserve too much is dangerous, And vertue, when too eminent a crime? Must she serve fortune still? or when stripp'd of Her gay, and glorious favours, loose the beauties Of her owne naturall shape? O my Bertoldo! Thou onely Sun in honors Spheare, how soone Art thou eclipsed and darkened! not the nearnesse Of blood prevailing on the king; nor all The benefits to the generall good dispens'd Gayning a retribution! But that To owe a courtesie to a simple Virgin Would take from the deserving, I finde in me Som sparks of fire, which fann'd with honors breath Might rise into a flame, and in men darken Their usurp'd splendor. H! my aime is high, And for the honor of my sex to fall so, Can never prove inglorious. 'Tis resolv'd: Call in Adorni. I am happy in Such imployment, Madam. Hee's a man, I know that at a reverend distance loves me, Ad such are ever faithfull: What a Sea Of melting ice I walke on! what strange censures Am I to undergoe! but good intent Deride all future rumors. I obey Your summons, Madam. Leave the place Clarinda, One woman, in a secret of such waight, Wisemen may thinke too much, nearer Adorni. I warrant it with a smile. I cannot aske Safer protection, what's your will? To doubt Your ready desire to serve me, or prepare you With the repetition of former merits, Would in my diffidence wrong you. But I will And without circumstance, in the trust that I Impose upon you, free you from suspition. I foster none of you. I know you do not. You are Adorni by the love you owe me. The surest conjuration. Take me with you, Love borne of duty, but advance noe further, You are Sir as I layd to do me service, To undertake a taske, in which your faith, udgement, discretion, in a word, your all That's good, must be ingag'd, nor must you studie In he execution, but what may make For the ends I aime at. They admit no rivalls. You answer well, you have heard of Bertoldo's Capivity? and the kings neglect? the greatnesse Of his ransome, fiftie thousand crownes, Adorni, Two parts of my estate. To what tends this? Yet I so love the gentleman (for to you I will confesse my weaknesses) that I purpose Now, when he is forsaken by the king, And his owne hopes to ransome him, and receive him Into my bosome as my lawfull husband, Why change you colour 'Tis in wonder of Your vertue, Madam.