Rowley, William · published 1633 · first performed or written 1619 [c.1619-1620(?)] (Annals) tragedy · Prince Charles's Men (first) · Phoenix/Cockpit unassigned nearest T53 The crown: kingship claimed, resigned an · 485 words
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And hark you, having done, ascend the Turret And see if you can discover his Majesty Coming to the Castle: this house he appointed For his recreation, if you do, descend, And give me warning. I will. So I have lulled my Lord asleep, I see he takes my music heavily, Therefore I'll sing no more: now to my Turret To see if the king come, now he may take him napping. There is no resting place within a prison To make my sorrows less by recounting. I throw 'em forth, but empty none at all; Ha, asleep? ay, security can sleep, Griefes a true watchman: how the d hell within him, and what a hideous noise Th I could with h office But I have better thoughts, these keyes may give me My release Of better release, no, I will not delay it, I will keep back my sins from multitudes, And I may fly for safety to my father. There's divers ways, heaven instruct the privat'st. And best for my escape: fare ill, not well, Thou and thy lustful Master: from all but one, This key now frees me, O! that I bear about, Which none but mercy's key can deliver out. My Lord, I spy the king coming privately By himself, my Lord, one were as good attempt To wake a watchman at three o'clock in the morning, My Lord, lend me your keys if you'll not stir yourself: methinks he should wake himself with snoring, but it may be The more noise makes him sleep the sounder; the best is, I take it, the king has a private key to let in himself; If he have, he will do his own work himself, and my Lord For this time shall be an innocent pander, In this act of sleep a harmless husband may be so To his own wife, 'tis as I guest, he is come In of himself. Where's your Master? Hs h In his private meditation, my Li. He was ever heavy, where's Iacinta? Safe enough, My Liege, she strike my Lord into these damps With the very music of her tongue, but they were all discord. Command here hither, her father sends me He has a noble fortune to bring Conquest and royal captives, I shall not well Requite him: therefore I must now What I return, how the villain snores! Sleep on Sir, your sin will be the less, in being My bawd. Now where is she? Alas my Lord, I have been—. been imp, where have you been? Seeking about all the corners in the Castle For Iacinta. Why, is she to seek slave? I can neither hear nor see her anywhere. Rogue, thou neither seest, nor hear'st more if I see not her: I'll go seek better, my Liege, I doubt some legerdemain, But if I find not her within, I know the way out.
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And hearke you, having done, ascend the Turret And see if you can discover his Maiesty Comming to the Castle: this house he appointed For his recreation, if you do, descend, And give me rning. I will. So I have luld my Lord asleepe, I see he takes my musique hearily, Therefore I'le sing no more: now to my Turret To see if the king come, now he may take him napping. There is no resting place within a prison To make my sorrows lesse by recounting. I throw 'um forth, but empty none all; Ha, asleepe? I, security can sleepe, Griefes a true watchman: how the d Th ell within hi, and what a noise Th I could with h office But I have better tho may give me My release Of better release, no, I will not delay it, I will keepe backe my sinnes from multitudes, And I may flie for safety to my father. Theres divers wayes, heaven instruct the privat'st. And best for my escape: fare ill, not well, Thou and thy lustfull Master: from all but one, This key now frees me, O! that I beare about, Which none but mercies key can deliver out. My Lord, I spie the king comming priely By himselfe, my Lord, one were as good attempt To wake a watchman at three a clocke in the morning, My Lord, lend me your keyes if you'le not your selfe: Me thinkes he should wake himselfe with , but may be The more noise makes him sleepe the sounder; the best is, I take it, the king has a private key to let in himselfe; If he have, he will do his own work himselfe, and my Lord For this time shall be an innocent pander, In this act of sleepe a harmlesse husband may be so To his owne wife, Tis as I guest, he is come In of himselfe. Where's your Master? Hs h In his private meditation, my Li. He was ever heavie, where's ? Safe enough, My Leige, she my Lord into these With the very musique of her tongue, but they all discod. Command h , her father , He has a noble fortune to ing Conquest and royall , I not well Requite him: therefore I What I returne, how the villaine snores! Sleepe on Sir, your sinne will be the lesse, in being My bwd. Now where is she? Alas my Lord, I have beene—. Beene impe, where have you beene? Seeking about all the corners in the Castle For Iacinta. Why, is she to seeke slave? I can neither heare nor see her any where. Rogue, thou neither feest, nor her'st more if I see not her: I'le go seeke better, my Lige, I doubt some legerdemaine, But if I finde not her within, I know the way out.