Massinger, Philip · published 1632 · first performed or written 1621 [1621-1622; prologue, 1629/30(?)] (Annals) tragicomedy · Queen Henrietta Maria's Men · Phoenix/Cockpit T0 Court life: dukes, favour and honour typicality 0.82 · 498 words
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I believe it You ransomed him, and supplied his wants imagine That is already spoken; and-what vows Of service he made to me is apparent; His joy of me, and wonder too perspicuous; Does not your story end so? Would the end Had answered the beginning, in a word, Ingratitude, and perjury at the height Cannot express him. Take heed. Truth is armed And can defend itself. It must out, Madam. I saw, the presence full, the amorous Duchess Kiss and embrace him, on his part accepted With equal ardour, and their willing hands No sooner joined, but a remove was published, And put in execution. The proofs are Too pregnant. O Bertoldo! he's not worth Your sorrow, Madam. Tell me, when you saw this Did not you grieve as I do now to hear it? His precipice from goodness raising mine, And serving as a foil to set my faith off, I had little reason. In this you confess The devilish malice of your disposition. As you were a man, you stood bound to lament it, And not in flattery of false your hopes To glory in it: when good men pursue The path marked out by virtue, the blessed Saints With joy look on it, and Seraphic Angels Clap their celestial wings in heavenly plaudits, To be a scene of grace so well presented, The fiends and men made up of envy mourning; Where as now on the contrary as far As their divinity can partake of passion, With me they weep, beholding a fair Temple Built in Bertoldo's loyalty turned to ashes By the flames of his inconstancy, the damned Rejoicing in the object: 'Tis not well In you Adorni. What a temper dwells In this rare Virgin, can you pity him That hath shown none to you? I must not be Cruel by his example, you perhaps, Except now I should seek recovery Of what I have lost by tears, and with bent knees Beg his compassion. No; my towering virtue From the assurance of my merit scorns To stoop so low. I'll take a nobler course, And confident in the justice of my cause, The King his brother, and new Mistress, judges, Ravish him from her arms, you have the contract In which he swore to marry her? 'Tis here Madam. He shall be then against his will my husband, And when I have him, I'll so use him, doubt not, But that your honesty being unquestioned, This writing with your testimony clears all. And buries me in the dark mists of error. I'll presently to Court, pray you give order For my caroche. A cart for me were fitter To hurry me to the gallows O false men! Inconstant! perjured! my good Angel help me In these my extremities! If you ever will see brave sight, Lose it not now. Bertoldo, and the Duchess Are presently to be married. There's such pomp And preparation. If I marry, 'tis This day or never.
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I beleeve it Yo ransom'd him, and suppli'd his wants imagine That is already spoken; and-what vowes Of service he made to me is apparent; His joy of me, and wonder too perspicuous; Does not your ry end so? Would the end Had answered the beginning, in a word, Ingratitude, and perjury at the height Cannot expresse him. Take heed. Truth is arm'd And can defend it selfe. It must out, Madam. I saw, the presence full, the amorous Dutchesse Kisse and embrace him, on his part accepted With equall ardor, and their willing hands No sooner joyn'd, but a remove was publish'd, And put in execution. The proofes are Too pregnant. O Bertoldo! Hee's not worth Your sorrow, Madam. Tell mee, when you saw this Did not you grieve as I do now to heare it? His precipice from goodnesse raising mine, And serving as a foyle to set my faith off, I had little reason. In this you confesse The divellish malice of your disposition. As you were a man, you stood bound to lament it, And not in flattery of false your hopes To glory in it: when good men pursue The path mark'd out by vertue, the bless'd Saints VVith joy looke on it, and Seraphique Angels Clap their celestiall wings in heavenly plaudits, To be a scene of grace so well presented, The fiends and men made up of envy mourning; VVhere as now on the contray as far As their divinity can partake of passion, VVith me they weepe, beholding a faire Temple Built in Bertoldo's loyalty turn'd to ashes By the flames of his inconstancy, the damn'd Rejoycing in the object: 'Tis not well In you Adorni. VVhat a temper dwells In this rare Virgin, can you pitty him That hath shown none to you? I must not be Cruell by his example, you perhaps, Expept now I should seeke recovery Of what I have lost by teares, and with bent knees Begge his compassion. No; my towring vertue From the assurance of my merit scornes To stoope so low. I'll take a nobler course, And confident in the justice of my cause, The King his brother, and new Mstresse, judges, Ravish him from her armes, you have the contract In which he swore to marry her? 'Tis here Madam. He shal be then against his wil my husband, And when I have him, I'll so use him, doubt not, But that your honesty being unquestion'd, This writing with your testimony cleares all. And buries me in the darke mists of error. I'll presently to Court, pray you give order For my caroch. A cat for mee were sitter To hurry me to the gallowes O false men! Inconstant! perjur'd! my good Angell helpe mee In these my extremities! If you ever will see brave sight, Lose it not now. Bertoldo, and the Dutchesse Are presently to be married. There's such pompe And preparation. If I marry, 'tis This day or never.