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A07237
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The Duke of Millaine A tragædie. As it hath beene often acted by his Maiesties seruants, at the blacke Friers. Written by Philip Massinger Gent.
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Massinger, Philip, 1583-1640.
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1623
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Marcelia Marc. Good Sir haue patience I can as well partake your aduerse fortune As I thus long haue had an ample share In your prosperitie T is not in the power Of Fate to alter me For while I am In spight of 't I am yours Sf. But should that will To be so forc'd Marcelia And I liue To see those Eyes I prize aboue mine owne Dart fauours though compel'd vpon another Or those sweet Lips yeelding Immortall Nectar Be gently touch'd by any but my selfe Thinke thinke Marcelia what a cursed thing I were beyond expression Marc. Doe not feed Those iealous thoughts The only blessing that Heauen hath bestow'd on vs more then on beasts Is that 't is in our pleasure when to dye Besides were I now in anothers power There are so many wayes to let out life I would not liue for one short minute his I was borne only yours and I will dye so Sf Angels reward the goodnesse of this Woman All I can pay is nothing Why vncall'd for Ent. Francis Franc. It is of waight Sir that makes me thus presse Vpon your priuacies Your constant friend The Marquisse of Pescara tyr'd with hast Ha h businesse that concernes your life and fortunes And with speed to impart Ex. Franc. Sf. Waite on him hether And deerest to thy Closet Let thy prayers Assist my connsels Marc. To spare imprecations Against my selfe without you I am nothing Ex. Marc. Sf. The Marquisse of Pescara A great Souldier And though he seru'd vpon the aduerse partie Euer my constant friend Enter Francisco Pescara Franc. Yonder he walkes Full of sad thoughts Pesc. Blame him not good Francisco He hath much cause to grieue Would I might end so And not ad this to feare Sf. My deere Pescara A miracle in these times a friend and happie Cleaues to a falling fortune Pesc. If it were As well in my weake power in act to raise it As 't is to beare a part of sorrow with you You then should haue iust cause to say Pescara Look'd not vpon your State but on your Vertues When he made suit to be writ in the List Of those you fauord But my hast forbids All complement Thus then Sir to the purpose The cause that vnattended brought me hether Was not to tell you of your losse or danger For Fame hath many Wings to bring ill tidings And I presume you haue heard it But to giue you such Such friendly counsell as perhaps may make Your sad disaster lesse Sf You are all goodnesse And I giue vp my selse to be dispos'd of As in your wisedome you thinke fit Pesc. Thus then Sir To hope you can hold out against the Emperor Were flatterie in your selfe to your vndooing Therefore the safest course that you can take Is to giue vp your selfe to his discretion Before you be compeld For rest assur'd A voluntarie yeelding may find grace And will admit defence at least excuse But should you linger doubtfull till his Powers Haue seas'd your Person and Estates perforce You must expect extreames Sf. I vnderstand you And I will put your counsell into act And speedilie I only will take order For some Domesticall affaires that doe Concerne me neerely and with the next Sun Ride with you In the meane time my best friend Pray take your rest Pesc. Indeed I haue trauaild hard And will embrace your counsell Ex. Pescara Sf. With all care Attend my Noble friend Stay you Francisco You see how things stand with me Franc. To my griese And if the losse of my poore life could be A Sacrifise to restore them as they were I willingly would lay it downe Sf. I thinke so For I haue euer found you true and thankful Which makes me loue the building I haue rays'd In your aduancement And repent no grace I haue conferd vpon you And beleeue me Though now I should repeate my fauours to you The Titles I haue giuen you and the meanes Sutable to your Honours that I thought you VVorthy my Sister and my Family And in my Dukedome made you next my selfe It is not to vpbraid you But to tell you I find you are worthy of them in your loue And seruice to me Franc. Sir I am your Creature And any shape that you would haue me weare I gladly will put on Sf. Thus then Francisco I now am to deliuer to your trust A weightie secret Of so strange a nature And 't will I know appeare so monstrous to you That you will tremble in the execution As much as I am tortur'd to command it For 't is a deed so horrid that but to heare it Would strike into a Russian flesh'd in murthers Or an obdurate Hang-man soft compassion And yet Francisco of all Men the deerest And from me most deseruing such my state And strange condition is that thou alone Must know the fatall seruice and performe it Franc. These preparations Sir to worke a stranger Or to one vnacquainted with your bounties Might appeare vsefull But to me they are Needlesse impertinances For I dare doc What e're you dare command Sf. But thou must sweare it And put into thy Oath all ioyes or torments That fright the wicked or confirme the good Not to conceale it only that is nothing But whensoe're my will shall speake strike now To fall vpon 't like Thunder Franc. Minister The Oath in any way or forme you please I stand resolu'd to take it Sf. Thou must doe then What no maleuolent Star will dare to looke on It is so wicked For which Men will curse thee For being the Instrument And the blest Angels Forsake me at my need for being the Author For 't is a deed of Night of Night Francisco In which the memorie of all good Actions We can pretend too shall be buried quick Or if we be remembred it shall be To fright posteritie by our example That haue out-gone all presidents of Villaines That were before vs And such as succeed Though taught in hels black schoole shal ne're com nere vs Art thou not shaken yet Franc. I grant you moue me But to a Man confirm'd Sf. He try your temper What thinke you of my Wife Franc. As a thing Sacred To whose faire Name and memorie I pay gladly These signes of dutie Sf. Is the not the abstract Of all that 's rare or to be wish't in Woman Franc. It were a kind of blasphemy to dispute it But to the purpose Sir Sf. Ad to her goodnesse Her tendernesse of me Her care to please me Her vnsuspected chastity nere equall'd Her Innocence her honor O I am lost In the Ocean of her vertues and her graces When I thinke of them Fran. Now I finde the end Of all your coniurations there 's some seruice To be done for this sweet Lady If she haue enemies That she would haue remou'd Sf. Alas Francisco Her greatest enemy is her greatest louer Yet in that hatred her Idolater One smile of hers would make a sauage tame One accent of that tongue