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The tragedy of Albouine, King of the Lombards: by Wm. D'auenant; Albovine
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D'Avenant, William, Sir, 1606-1668.
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1629
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expire their course which then No Antidote nor humane skill resists Mount mount my thoughts that I may tread on Kings Or if I chance to fall thus soaring high I melt like Icarus in the Sunnes Eye Exit Enter Paradine and his Page Par. The Sun doth melt vs with his scorching beames Goe fill my vsuall Beuiridge I le drinke Till I am cold Exit Page The constitution of my Soule agrees Not with this Climate I grow weary Of mortalitie Euen in my first growth Since my Corselet was my loade I haue tooke My breeding in the Campe where had I still Remain'd a dull practike souldier and nere seene A Woman nor the Court I might haue had Some hope to gaine by faith but now I reach At wilde despaire Enter Page with a Bowle Page My Lady Sir commends her loue and this To your acceptance she made the mixture With her owne hands Par. The Queene prescrib'd this houre for her returne That she growes black with sinne peruerts my sense I must seem not to know 't Say I greet her health-drinks Exit Page Enter Valdaura in close mourning Parad. Hah why Valdaura dost thou appeare like A funerall night in darke and swarthy weedes Valdau. I mourne for you since you must hasten your Eternall absence now from me and all That else are mortall Par. Speak things that are lesse dangerous to my sense This wonder will distract me Vald. Ere winged Time shall with swift motion adde Another houre to th' life of this sicke day Thou shalt begin thy last sleepe Parad. A pale Swanne hath sung my Dirge O fatall Musick but how comes this intelligence To Eares of flesh and blood haue you of late Been gossiping with the grim Stygian Dames And seene their Cisers gall my vitall Thread For to my owne sense I need no Physicke My faculties enioy that pleasant strength Which appertaines to youth and temperance Why should I yet die Vald. How Paradine Art thou so full of guilt Most vlcerous and deform'd yet thinkst to keepe Thy life at Natures charge t' exist till age Makes thee a Cripple then in thy bed Like some good old Patriarke thy soule dismisse With a diuine rapture No no iust Heauen Prouides more rash and horrid deaths for such As in adultery bathe their silken limmes Parad. Hah Vald. I know thy guilt the King hath told me all 'T was wondrous strange Our vowes but new arriu'd In heauen that did obliege our mutuall Faiths In loue and thou with sauage lust to breake them Though griefe hath much consum'd my teares yet I Haue some still left t' expresse my pitty Parad. My adultery already knowne both to The King and her why these are prodigies Indeed How sinne imboldens the aspect She doth accuse me for a guilt which yet Remaines vnpardon'd in her selfe Mine was A dire mistake but hers that must be knowne And then her veines shall weepe Vald. You are poyson'd Paradine Parad. With that cold draught you sent me now i th' Bowle Vald. The Vipers vomit nor the blue steame Which fat Toades doe breathe in tired motion Beares not such a dangerous enmitie 'Gainst humane Nature as that you drunke Parad. Stay Me thinks I feele no insurrection In my blood nor need an Iron Corselet To containe my flesh sure it swels not yet Vald. It takes a subtill leasure to disperse Thorow all your Organs and your Arteries That it may straite with abler violence Consume your strength Parad. And then I shall look goggle-ey'd and stretch i th' cheekes till my face shew like a Pompeon Round and yellow Vald. Farre farre more deform'd Par. Will 't make my eies start from my skull or drop Like bullets at my feete Speake shall I fome At mouth like some young Courser that is hot And angry with his bit Vald. Not the first Chaos was so vgly and Confus'd as you 'll appeare when this distilment works Parad. Yet I forgiue you all e'en from my heart Whilst my cogitations now are sober And can distinguish things with pregnant sense I doe applaude this cruell benefit These subtill vanities of Court haue tyr'd My obseruation I was nourc'd within Some Armory and tooke a proud delight In actiue Warre but since our Drummes haue ceas'd Their noble clamour I finde no businesse Vpon Earth for me t is fit I grow immortall Vald. I did not thinke his fancy at this newes Could proue so temperate Par. To sleepe in cold earth whilst my dead neighbour Neuer at my Coffin knocks to inquire my health By way of visit for all are silent In the graue Harsh destiny Such as I Could ne'r expect from thee Valdaura Vald. My nature you shall finde much different From what your knowledge heretofore discern'd I haue contriu'd another way to punish Thy adulterous heate Par. You find my sufferance tame enough Publish all Vald. To meet your sin with apt reuenge I 'm growne A foule loose whore Par. Hah containe thy speech Expresse but so much Modesty as may secure thy life for My death doth not concerne my rage so much As this foule murder of thy fame Vald. T is truth and I confirm 't with pride Par. Oh oh these are the Mandrakes groanes fatall For whoso heares them straight incounters death Now smile sweet Heauen since thus I but returne Her owne iustice For my adulterous act She takes my life and shall I let that bold Adulteresse liue Stabs her with 's Ponyard Vald. Oh oh Hold hold Leaue me a little breath To vse in prayer Parad. I am not fraught with diuels spleene I would Not hurt thy soule here solitary sit Whilst I send vp an humble sacrifice That shall bespeake a pardon for thy crime Ere thou ariue neere heauen Puts her in a Chaire Vald. Dare you trust my last vtterance Par. O speak ere thou dost catch an euerlasting cold And shalt be heard no more Vald. I am not false vnto your bed I ne'r In act nor guilty thought did violate My Marriage vowes Parad. Art thou not a Whore Vald. No Vestall that preseru'd with quickning oyle The sacred flame was in her chastity More cold more timorous then I nor are You poyson'd Parad. Hah was not that a mixture of distill'd Venome which I drunke Vald. 'T was healthfull as the blood of Grapes to age And all your faculties doe still preserue Their wonted harmony Parad. Sweet spirit doe not riddle thus with Heauen Nor sport thy soule away Why didst accuse Thy selfe of sterne murder and pernicious lust Yet art thus cleere from both Vald. 'T was to inrage your violence with hope To make you soone my executioner For hearing you were false I found no ioy In life your hand hath seal'd my wishes Par. New Arts t' increase my wonder I 'm orereach'd Where I thought my nature was most skilfull E'en in loue O stay had not distraction Ceaz'd my memory I should at first haue told you The mistake by which the sinfull Queene And Hermegild betray'd my chaste Honour Vald.