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 · 520 words
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That hindrance Is easily removed. I owe the king For a royal visit which I straight will pay him, And having first reconciled you to his favour, A dispensation shall meet with us, I am wholly yours. On this book seal it. What hand and lip too, than the bargain's sure, You have no employment for me? Yes Gonzaga, Provide a royal ship. A ship? Saint Iohn, Whither are we bound now? You shall know hereafter, My lord your pardon, for my too much trenching upon your patience. Camiola. How do you Indisposed, but I attend you. The heavy curse that waits on perjury, And foul ingratitude, pursue thee ever. Yet why from me this? In this breach of faith My loyalty finds reward! what poisons him Proves Mithridate to me! I have performed All she commanded punctually, and now In the clear mirror of my truth, she may Behold his falsehood. O that I had wings To bear me to Palermo! This once known, Must change her love into a just disdain, And work her to compassion of my pain. Undone! undone! poor I that whilom was The top and ridge of my house, am on the sudden Turned to the pitifullest animal Of the lineage of the Syllies! What's the matter? The king! break girdle, break! Why? what of him? Hearing how far you doted on my person, Growing envious of my happiness, and knowing His brother, nor his favourite Fulgentio, Could get a sheep's eye from you, I being present, Is come himself a suitor, with the awl Of his authority to bore my nose, And take you from me, Oh, oh, oh. Do not roar so; The king! The king! yet loving Sylli is not So sorry for his own, as your misfortune, If the king should carry you, or you bear him, What a looser should you be? He can but make you A queen, and what a simple thing is that To the being my lawful spouse. The world can never Afford you such a husband. I believe you, But how are you sure the king is so inclined? Did not you dream this? With these eyes I saw him Dismiss his train, and lightning from his coach, Whispering Fulgentio in the ear. If so I guess the business It can be no other But to give me the bob, that being a matter Of main importance, yonder they are, I dare not Be seen, I am so desperate, if you forsake me, Send me word that I may provide a willow garland To wear when I drown myself. O Sylli, o Sylli! It will be worth your pains Sir to observe The constancy and bravery of her spirit, Though great men tremble at your frowns, I dare Hazard my head, your majesty set off With terror, cannot fright her. May she answer My expectation. There she is. My knees thus Bent to the earth (while my vows are sent upward For the safety of my Sovereign) pay the duty Due for so great an honour, in this favour Done to your humblest handmaid.
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That hindrance Is easily remov'd. I owe the king For a royall visit which I straight will pay him, And having first reconcil'd you to his favour, A dispensation shall meete with us, I am wholly yours. On this booke seale it. What hand and lip too, then the bargane's sure, You have no imployment for me? Yes Gonzaga, Provide a royall ship. A ship? Saint Iohn, Whither are we bound now? You shall know hereafter, My lord your pardon, for my too much trenching upon your patience. Camiola. How doe you Indisposed, but I attend you. The heavie curse that waites on perjurie, And foule ingratitude, pursue thee ever. Yet why from me this? In this breach of faith My loyalty findes rewrd! what poysons him Proves Mithridate to me! I have perform'd All she commanded punctually, and now In the cleare mirrour of my truth, she may Behold his falehood. O that I had wings To bare me to Palermo! This once knowne, Must change her love into a just disdaine, And worke her to compassion of my paine. Vndone! vndone! poore I that whilome was The top and ridge of my house, am on the sudden Turn'd to the pittifullest animal Of the lignage of the Sylli! What's the matter? The king! breake gyrdle, breake! Why? what of him? Hearing how far you doted on my person, Growing envios of my happines, and knowing His brother, nor his favorite Fulgentio, Could get a sheepe eie from you, I being present, Is come himselfe a suitor, with the awle Of his authoritie to bore my nose, And take you from me, Oh, oh, oh. Do not rore so; The king! The king! yet loving Sylli is not So sorrie for his owne, as your misfortune, If the king should carrie you, or you beare him, What a looser should you be? He can but make you A queene, and what a simpe thing is that To the being my lawful spouse. The world can never Affoord you such a huband. I beleeve you, But how are you sure the king is so inclin'd? Did not you dreame this? With these eyes I saw him Dismisse his traine, and lightng from his coch, Whispering Fulgentio in the ear. If so I ghesse the businesse It can be no other But to give me the bob, that being a matter Of maine importance, yonder they ae, I dare not Be seene, I am so desperate, if you forsake me, Send me word that I may provide a willow ghyrlond To weare when I drowne my selfe. O Sylli, ô Sylli! It will be woth your paines Sir to observe The constancie and bravry of her spirit, Though great men tremble at your frownes, I dare Hazzard my head, your majesty set off With terror, cannot fright her. May she answer My expectation. There she is. My knees thus Bent to the ear (while my vowes are sent upward For the safety of my Soverigne) pay the duty Due for so great an honor, in this favour Done to your humblest hand-maid.