A Select Collection of Old English Plays: Originally Published by Robert Dodsley in the year 1744
General
A Select Collection of Old English Plays: Originally Published by Robert Dodsley in the year 1744
English drama
You villains twain, with raging force
Ye set my heart on fire:
If I consent that she shall die,
How dare ye crave her life?
You two to ask this at my hand
Doth much enlarge my strife;
Were it not for shame, you two should die,
That for her life do sue:
But favour mine from you is gone,
My lords, I tell you true.
I sent for Cruelty of late;
If he would come away,
I would commit her to his hands
His cruel part to play.
Even now I see where he doth come,
It doth my heart delight.
_Enter_ CRUELTY _and_ MURDER.
CRUELTY.
Come, Murder, come; let us go forth with might;
Once again the king’s commandment we must fulfil.
MURDER.
I am contented to do it with a good will.
KING.
Murder and Cruelty, for both of you I sent,
With all festination your offices to frequent:
Lay hold on the queen, take her to your power,
And make her away within this hour;
Spare for no fear, I do you full permit:
So I from this place do mean for to flit.
BOTH.
With courageous hearts, O king, we will obey.
KING.
Then come, my lords, let us depart away.
BOTH THE LORDS.
With heavy hearts we will do all your grace doth say.
[_Exeunt_ KING _and_ LORDS.
CRUELTY.
Come, lady and queen, now are you in our handling:
In faith, with you we will use no dandling:
MURDER.
With all expedition, I Murder will take place,
Though thou be a queen, ye be under my grace.
QUEEN.
With patience I will you both obey.
CRUELTY.
No more words, but go with us away.
QUEEN.
Yet, before I die, some psalm to God let me sing.
BOTH.
We be content to permit you that thing.
QUEEN.
Farewell, you ladies of the court,
With all your masking hue:
I do forsake these broder’d guards,
And all the fashions new,
The court and all the courtly train,
Wherein I had delight;
I banished am from happy sport,
And all by spiteful spite.
Yet with a joyful heart to God
A psalm I mean to sing,
Forgiving all, and the king,
Of each kind of thing.
[_Sing and Exeunt._
_Enter_ AMBIDEXTER _weeping_.
AMBIDEXTER.
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
Reviews
Reviews
No reviews yet
Be the first to share your thoughts on this work.
Elsewhere in the archive
Join the Discussion
Join the discussion
Sign in to leave a comment or review.
Sign InorCreate an account