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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A00968	The tragedy of Thierry King of France, and his brother Theodoret As it was diuerse times acted at the Blacke-Friers by the Kings Maiesties Seruants.	Fletcher, John, 1579-1625.; Massinger, Philip, 1583-1640.	1621 (1621)	STC 11074; ESTC S102375	40,778	76

afflictions Prot. No not we Sir Thier. How dare you then omit the ceremony Due to the funerall of all my hopes Or come vnto the marriage of my sorrowes But in such colours as may sort with them Prota. Alas we will weare any thing Brun. This is madnesse Take but my counsell Thier. Yours dare you againe Though armde with the authority of a mother Attempt the danger that will fall on you If such another sillable awake it Go and with yours be safe I haue such cause Of griefe nay more to loue it that I will not Hane such as these be sharers in it Lecure Madam Prota. Another time were better Brun. Doe not stir For I must be resolude and will be statues Enter Martell Thier. I thou art welcome and vpon my soule Thou art an honest man do you see he has teares To lend to him whom prodigall expence Of sorrow has made banker out of such treasure Nay thou doest well Mart. I would it might excuse The ill I bring along Thierry Thou makest me smile In the height of my calamities as if There could be the addition of an Atome To the gyant body of my miseries But try for I will heare thee all sit down 't is death To any that shall dare to interrupt him In looke gesture or word Mart. And such attention As is due to the last and the best story That euer was deliuerde will become you The grieude Ordella for all other titles But take away from that hauing from me Prompted by your last parting grone enquirde What drew it from you and the cause soone learn'd For she whom barbarisme could deny nothing With such preuailing earnestnesse desirde it 'T was not in me though it had bin my death To hide it from her she I say in whom All was that Athens Rome or warlike Sparta Haue registred for good in their best women But nothing of their ill knowing herselfe Markde out I know not by what powre but sure A cruell one to die to giue you children Hauing first with a setled countenance Look'd vp to heauen and then vpon her selfe It being the next best obiect and then smilde As if her ioy in death to do you seruice Would breake forth in despite of the much sorrow She showde she had to leaue you and then taking Me by the hand this hand which I must euer Loue better then I haue done since she touch'd it Go sayd she to my Lord and to go to him Is such a happinesse I must not hope for And tell him that he too much prizde a trifle Made only worthy in his loue and her Thankfull acceptance for her sake to robbe The Orphan kingdome of such gardians as Must of necessity descend from him And therefore in some part of recompence Of his much loue and to shew to the world That 't was not her fault only but her fate That did deny to let her be the mother Of such most certaine blessings yet for proofe She did not enuy her that happy her That is appointed to them her quicke end Should make way for her which no sooner spoke But in a moment this too ready engin Made such a battery in the choicest castle That euer nature made to defend life That straite it shooke and sunke Thier. Stay dares any Presume to shed a teare before me or Ascribe that worth vnto themselues to merit To do so for her I haue done now on Mart. Falne thus once more she smilde as if that death For her had studied a new way to seuer The soule and body without sence of paine And then tell him quoth she what you haue seenē And with what willingnesse 't was done for which My last request vnto him is that he Would instantly make choice of one most happy In being so chosen to supply my place By whom if heauen blesse him with a daughter In my remembrance let it beare my name Which sayd she dide Thier. I heare this and yet liue Hart art thou thunder proofe will nothing breake thee She 's dead and what her entertainement may be In th' other world without me is vncertaine And dare I stay heere vnresolude Mart. Oh Sir Brun. Deare son Prota. Great King Thier. Vnhand me am I falne So low that I haue lost the powre to be Disposer of my owne life Mart. Be but pleasde To borrow so much time of sorrow as To call to mind her last request for whom I must confesse a losse beyond expression You turne your hand vpon your selfe 't was hers And dying hers that you should liue and happy In seeing little models of your selfe By matching with another and will you Leaue any thing that she desirde vngranted And suffer such a life that was layd downe For your sake only to be fruitelesse Thier. Oh thou doest throw charmes vpon me against which I cannot stop my eares beare witnesse heauen That not desire of life nor loue of pleasures Nor any future comforts but to giue Peace to her blessed spirit in satisfying Her last demand makes me defer our meeting Which in my choice and suddaine choice shall be To all apparant Brun. How do I remoue one mischiefe To draw vpon my head a greater Thier. Go thou only good man to whom for her selfe Goodnesse is deare and prepare to interre it In her that was o my hart my Ordella A monument worthy to be the casket Of such a iewell Mart. Your command that makes way Vnto my absence is a welcome one For but your selfe there 's nothing here Martell Can take delight to looke on yet some comfort Goes backe with me to her who though she want it Deserues all blessings Exit Brun. So soone to forget The losse of such a wife beleeuē it will Be censurde in the world Thier. Pray you no more There is no argument you can vse to crosse it But does increase in me such a suspition I would not cherish who 's that Enter Memberge Memb. One no guarde Can put backe from accesse whose tongue no threats Nor praiers can silence a bould suitor and For that which if you are your selfe a King You were made so to grant it Iustice Iustice Thier. With what assurance dare you hope for that Which is denide to me or how can I Stand bound to be iust vnto such as are Beneath me that find none from those that are Aboue me Memb. Their is iustice 't were vnfit That any thing but vengeance should fall on him That by his giuing way to more then murther For my deare fathers death was parricide Makes it his owne Brun. I charge you heare her not Memb. Hell cannot stoppe iust prayers from entring heauen I must and will be heard Sir but remember That he that by her plot fell was your brother And the place where your pallace against all Th' inuiolable rites of hospitality Your word a kings word giuen vp for his safety His innocence his protection and the gods Bound to reuenge the impious breach