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Cast. Sir, this your couch
Seems to invite some small repose :
[She sings. BERINTHIA enters softly. Cast. Sweet sleep charm his sad senses ;
And gentle thoughts, let fall
lies doron by him. Ber. Nature doth wrestle with
How much I loved him. [She stabs him upon his couch. Seb. (waking.) O, stay thy hand, Berinthia! no:
Ìhou hast done't. I wish thee Heaven's forgiveness. I
THE POLITICIAN: A TRAGEDY, BY JAMES SHIRLEY. MARPISA widow of Count ALTOMARUS is advanced to be Queen to the
KING OF NORWAY, by the practices of her paramour GOTHARUS. She has by her first husband a young son HARALDUS; to secure whose succession to the crown by the aid of GOTHARUS (in prejudice of the king's son, the lawful heir,) she tells GOTHARUS that the child is his. Hebelieves her, and tells HARALDUS ; who taking to heart his mother's dishonour, and his own stain of bastardy, falls into a mortal sickness.
QUEEN. HARALDUS. Queen. How is it with
child? Har. I know
I do not die
Queen. What is it hath made
The thought of life unpleasant ? which does court
Her thought of going to heaven.
Heaven hath a spacious ear, and power to punish
I beg your prayers and blessing.
Have but a will, and live.
thou shalt not die. Har. I have a wound within,
You do not see, more killing than all fevers.
It is my duty, though he gave me death.
father. Queen. How, thy father? Har. He told me so, and with that breath destroy'd me.
I felt it strike upon my spirits, mother:
Would I had ne'er been born!
Is done already ; death is charitable,
To quit me from the scorn of all the world. Queen. By all my hopes, Gotharus has abused thee.
Thou art the lawful burthen of my womb;
Thy father Altomarus.
To meet with saints and troops angelical)
I dare again repeat, thou art his son. Har. Ten thousand blessings now reward my
Speak it again, and I may live: a stream
without a blush call me your child,
But once again.
Thou art his and mine.
To give you thanks for it: I would you could resolve me
Call me the issue of his blood ?
He thinks thou art.
To call them back. He thinks I am his son.
The imagination. Forgive me, child,
And with what tears I'll wash away my sin.
I am not found, while you are lost. No time
Can restore you. My spirits faint.
pray you may have many. My soul flies Above this vain world: good mother, close mine eyes. Queen. Never died so much sweetness in his years'.
THE BROTHERS: A COMEDY, BY JAMES SHIRLEY. Don RAMIRES leaves his son FERNANDO with a heavy curse, and a threat
of disinheriting, if he do not renounce FELISARDA, the poor niece of DON CARLOS, whom he courts, when by his father's command he should address JACINTA the daughter and rich heiress of CARLOS, his younger brother FRANCISCO's Mistress.
Or the fierce winds, from their close caves let loose,
Now shake me into atoms?
Your masculine thoughts ? is this done like Fernando,
My father late come from you.
He hath left his curse upon me.
Shot from a father's angry breath ? unless
A thing that dare not give myself a name, 1 Mamillus in the Winter's Tale in this manner droops and dies from a conceit of his mother's dishonour.
But flung into the world's necessities,
Each clown may carve his motto. DON RAMIRES is seized with a mortal sickness, but forbids FERNANDO to approach his chamber till he shall send for him, on pain of his dying
Heaven has more charity than to let him die
Enter Servant and Physician.
art is meant Not to abuse mankind, employ it all
To cure my poor sick father.
To state a health ; your recipes, perplex'd
The doctor fears him much; your
[Exit. Fer. Francisco
may be honest, yet methinks