A King, and No King. Beaumont Francis
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Название: A King, and No King
Автор: Beaumont Francis
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Жанр: Драматургия
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Bes.
Your Majesty has a good opinion of my understanding.
Arb.
I have so good an opinion of it: 'tis whether thou be valiant.
Bes.
Some body has traduced me to you: do you see this sword Sir?
Arb.
Yes.
Bes.
If I do not make my back-biters eat it to a knife within this week, say I am not valiant.
Enter a Messenger.
Mes.
Health to your Majesty.
Arb.
From Gobrias?
Mes.
Yes Sir.
Arb.
How does he, is he well?
Mes.
In perfect health.
Arb.
Take that for thy good news. A trustier servant to his Prince there lives not, than is good Gobrias.
1 Gent.
The King starts back.
Mar.
His blood goes back as fast.
2 Gent. And now it comes again.
Mar.
He alters strangely.
Arb.
The hand of Heaven is on me, be it far from me to struggle, if my secret sins have pull'd this curse upon me, lend me tears now to wash me white, that I may feel a child-like innocence within my breast; which once perform'd, O give me leave to stand as fix'd as constancy her self, my eyes set here unmov'd, regardless of the world though thousand miseries incompass me.
Mar.
This is strange, Sir, how do you?
Arb.
Mardonius, my mother.
Mar.
Is she dead?
Arb.
Alas she's not so happy, thou dost know how she hath laboured since my Father died to take by treason hence this loathed life, that would but be to serve her, I have pardoned, and pardoned, and by that have made her fit to practise new sins, not repent the old: she now had stirr'd a slave to come from thence, and strike me here, whom Gobrias sifting out, took and condemn'd and executed there, the carefulst servant: Heaven let me but live to pay that man; Nature is poor to me, that will not let me have as many deaths as are the times that he hath say'd my life, that I might dye 'em over all for him.
Mar.
Sir let her bear her sins on her own head,
Vex not your self.
Arb.
What will the world
Conceive of me? with what unnatural sins
Will they suppose me loaden, when my life
Is sought by her that gave it to the world?
But yet he writes me comfort here, my Sister,
He saies, is grown in beauty and in grace.
In all the innocent vertues that become
A tender spotless maid: she stains her cheeks
With morning tears to purge her mothers ill,
And 'mongst that sacred dew she mingles Prayers
Her pure Oblations for my safe return:
If I have lost the duty of a Son,
If any pomp or vanity of state
Made me forget my natural offices,
Nay farther, if I have not every night
Expostulated with my wandring thoughts,
If ought unto my parent they have err'd,
And call'd 'em back: do you direct her arm
Unto this foul dissembling heart of mine:
But if I have been just to her, send out
Your power to compass me, and hold me safe
From searching treason; I will use no means
But prayer: for rather suffer me to see
From mine own veins issue a deadly flood,
Than wash my danger off with mothers blood.
Mar.
I n'ere saw such suddain extremities.
[Exeunt.
Enter Tigranes and Spaconia.
Tigr.
Why? wilt thou have me die Spaconia.
What should I do?
Spa.
Nay let me stay alone,
And when you see Armenia again,
You shall behold a Tomb more worth than I;
Some friend that ever lov'd me or my cause,
Will build me something to distinguish me
From other women, many a weeping verse
He will lay on, and much lament those maids,
That plac'd their loves unfortunately high,
As I have done, where they can never reach;
But why should you go to Iberia?
Tigr.
Alas, that thou wilt ask me, ask the man
That rages in a Fever why he lies
Distempered there, when all the other youths
Are coursing o're the Meadows with their Loves?
Can I resist it? am I not a slave
To him that conquer'd me?
Spa.
That conquer'd thee Tigranes! he has won
But half of thee, thy body, but thy mind
May be as free as his, his will did never
Combate thine, and take it prisoner.
Tigr.
But if he by force convey my body hence,
What helps it me or thee to be unwilling?
Spa.
O Tigranes, I know you are to see a Lady there,
To see, and like I fear: perhaps the hope
Of her make[s] you forget me, ere we part,
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