Beaumont and Fletcher's Works, Vol. 09 of 10Fletcher, John
General
Beaumont and Fletcher's Works, Vol. 09 of 10
Fletcher, John
English drama
_Our losses fall so thick, we must needs leave._ Florish.
_Actus Primus. Scæna Prima._
_Enter_ Hymen _with a Torch burning: a Boy, in a white Robe_
_before, singing, and strewing Flowers: after_ Hymen, _a_
_Nymph, encompassed in her Tresses, bearing a wheaten_
_Garland. Then_ Theseus _between two other Nymphs, with_
_wheaten Chaplets on their heads. Then_ Hippolita _the Bride_
_lead by_ Theseus, _and another holding a Garland over her_
_head (her Tresses likewise hanging.) After her_ Emilia _holding_
_up her Train_.
The SONG. Musick.
_Roses their sharp spines being gone,_
_Not royal in their smells alone,_
_But in their hew,_
_Maiden-Pinks, of odour faint,_
_Daizies smell-less, yet most quaint_
_And sweet Time true._
_Primrose first born, child of Ver,_
_Merry Spring time's Harbinger,_
_With her bels dimm._
_Oxlips in their Cradles growing,_
_Marigolds on death-beds blowing,_
_Larks-heels trim._
_All dear natures children sweet,_
_Lie fore Bride and Bridegrooms feet,_ [Strew Flowers.
_Blessing their sence._
_Not an Angel of the Air,_
_Bird melodious, or Bird fair,_
_Is absent hence._
_The Crow, the slanderous Cuckooe, nor_
_The boading Raven, nor Clough h[ee]_
_Nor chatt'ring Pie,_
_May on our Bridehouse pearch or sing,_
_Or with them any discord bring_
_But from it fly._
_Enter three Queens in Black, with vails stain'd, with Imperial_
_Crowns. The first Queen falls down at the foot of_ Theseus;
_The second fals down at the foot of_ Hippolita. _The third_
_before_ Emilia.
_1 Qu._ For pities sake, and true gentilities,
Hear and respect me.
_2 Qu._ For your Mothers sake.
And as you wish your womb may thrive with fair ones,
Hear and respect me.
_3 Qu._ Now for the love of him whom _Jove_ hath mark'd
The honor of your Bed, and for the sake
Of clear Virginity, be Advocate
For us, and our distresses: This good deed
Shall raze you out o'th' Book of Trespasses
All you are set down there.
_Thes._ Sad Lady rise.
_Hip._ Stand up.
_Emil._ No knees to me.
What Woman I may steed that is distrest,
Does bind me to her.
_Thes._ What's your request? Deliver you for all?
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