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death_n	comfort_n	life_n	live_v	4,359	5	5.5637	4	false

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A57763	The birth of Merlin, or, The childe hath found his father as it hath been several times acted with great applause / written by William Shakespear and William Rowley.	Rowley, William, 1585?-1642?; Shakespeare, William, 1564-1616.; Birmingham Shakespeare Library.	1662 (1662)	Wing R2096; ESTC R7261	41,256	56

headlong from her Poor mortal thou and I are much uneven Thou must not speak of goodness nor of heaven if I confer with thee but be of comfort whilst men do breath and Britiains name be known The fatal fruit thou bear'st within thy womb Shall here be famous till the day of doom Clown 'Slid who 's that talks so I can see no body Ioan. Then art thou blind or mad see where he goes and beckons me to come oh lead me forth I 'le follow thee in spight of fear or death Exit Clown Oh brave she 'l run to the devil for a husband she 's stark mad sure and talks to a shaddow for I could see no substance well I 'le after her the childe was got by chance and the father must be found at all adventure Exit Enter Hermit Modesta and Edwin Modesta. Oh reverent sir by you my heart hath reacht at the large hopes of holy Piety and for this I craved your company Here in your sight religiouslly to vow My chaste thoughts up to heaven and make you now the witness of my faith Her Angels assist thy hopes Edwin What meanes my Love thou art my promis'd wife Modest. To part with willingly what friends and life Can make no good assurance of Edwin Oh finde remorse fair soul to love and merit and yet recant thy vow Modest. Never this world and I are parted now for ever Her To finde the way to bliss oh happy woman Th' ast learn'd the hardest Lesson well I see Now show thy fortitude and constancy Let these thy friends thy sad departure weep Thou shalt but loose the wealth thou could'st not keep My contemplation calls me I must leave ye Edwin O reverent Sir perswade not her to leave me Her My Lord I do not nor to cease to love ye I onely pray her faith may fixed stand Marriage was blest I know with heavens own hand Exit Edwin You hear him Lady 't is not a virgins state but sanctity of life must make you happy Modest. Good sir you say you love me gentle Edwin even by that love I do beseech you leave me Edwin Think of your fathers tears your weeping friends whom cruel grief makes pale and bloodless for you Modest. Would I were dead to all Edwin Why do you weep Modest. Oh who would live to see How men with care and cost seek misery Edwin Why do you seek it then What joy what pleasure can give you comfort in a single life Modest. The contemplation of a happy death which is to me so pleasing that I think no torture could divert me What 's this world wherein you 'd have me walk but a sad passage to a dread Judgement-Seat from whence even now we are but bail'd upon our good abearing till that great Sessions come when Death the Cryer will surely summon us and all to appear to plead us guilty or our bail to clear what musick 's this Soft Musick Enter two Bishops Edwin Donobert Gloster Cador Constancia Oswold Toclio. Edwin Oh now resolve and think upon my love this sounds the Marriage of your beauteous sister vertuous Constancia with the noble Cador look and behold this pleasure Modest. Cover me with night It is a vanity not worth the sight Dono. See see she 's yonder pass on son Cador. Daughter Constancia I beseech you all unless she first move speech salute her not Edwin what good success Edwin Nothing as yet unless this object take her Dono. See see her eye is fixt upon her sister seem careless all and take no notice of her on afore there come my Constancia Modest. Not speak to me nor dain to cast an eye To look on my despised poverty I must be more charitable pray stay Lady are not you she whom I did once call sister Constan. I did acknowledge such a name to one whilst she was worthy of it in whose folly Since you neglect your fame and friends together In you I drown'd a sisters name for ever Modest. Your looks did speak no less Glost. It now begins to work this sight has moved her Dono. I know this trick would take or nothing Modest. Though you disdain in me a sisters name yet charity me thinks should be so strong to instruct e're you reject I am a wretch even follies instance who perhaps have er'd not having known the goodness bears so high and fair a show in you which being exprest I may recant this low despised life And please those friends whom I mov'd to grief Cador. She is coming yfaith be merry Edwin Consta. Since you desire instruction you shall have it what i st should make you thus desire to live vow'd to a single life Modest. Because I know I cannot flie from death oh my good sister I beseech you hear me This world is but a Masque catching weak eyes With what is not our selves but our disguise A Vizard that falls off the Dance being done And leaves Deaths Glass for all to look upon Our best happiness here lasts but a night Whose burning Tapers makes false Ware seem right Who knows not this and will not now provide Some better shift before his shame be spy'd And knowing this vain world at last will leave him Shake off these robes that help but to deceive him Const. Her words are powerful I am amaz'd to hear her Dono. Her soul 's inchanted with infected Spells Leave her best Girl for now in thee I le seek the fruits of Age Posterity Out o' my sight sure I was half asleep or drunk when I begot thee Const. Good sir forbear What say you to that sister The joy of children a blest Mothers Name Oh who without much grief can loose such Fame Modest. Who can enjoy it without sorrow rather And that most certain where the joy 's unsure Seeing the fruit that we beget endure So many miseries that oft we pray The Heavens to shut up their afflicted day At best we do but bring forth Heirs to die And fill the Coffins of our enemy Const. Oh my soul Dono. Hear her no more Constantia she 's sure bewitcht with Error leave her Girl Const. Then must I leave all goodness sir away stand-off I say Dono. How 's this Const. I have no father friend no husband now all are but borrowed robes in which we masque to waste and spend the time when all our Life is but one good betwixt two Ague-days which from the first e're we have time to praise a second Fever takes us Oh my best sister my souls eternal friend forgive the rashness of my distemper'd tongue for how could she knew not her self know thy felicity from which worlds cannot now remove me Dono. Art thou mad too fond woman what 's thy meaning Const. To seek eternal happiness in heaven which all this world affords not Cador. Think of thy Vow thou art my promis'd Wife Const. Pray trouble me no further Omnes Strange alteration Cador. Why do you stand at gaze you sacred Priests you holy men

call you Sons for by the Honor of my Fathers House I 'le part my estate most equally betwixt you Edwin Cador. Sir y' are most noble Flor. Tromp Enter Edol with Drum and Colours Oswold bearing the Standard Toclio the Sheild with the Red Dragon pictur'd in 'em two Bishops with the Crown Prince Vter Merlin Artesia bound Guard and Clown Prince Set up our Sheild and Standard noble Soldiers We have firm hope that tho' our Dragon sleep Merlin will us and our fair Kingdom keep Clown As his Uncle lives I warrant you Glost. Happy Restorer of the Brittains fame uprising Sun let us salute thy glory ride in a day perpetual about us and no night be in thy thrones zodiack why do we stay to binde those Princely browes with this Imperial Honor Prince Stay noble Gloster that monster first must be expel'd our eye or we shall take no joy in it Dono. If that be hindrance give her quick Judgement and send her hence to death she has long deserv'd it Edol. Let my Sentence stand for all take her hence and stake her carcase in the burning Sun till it be parcht and dry and then fley off her wicked skin and stuff the pelt with straw to be shown up and down at Fairs and Markets two pence a piece to see so foul a Monster will be a fair Monopoly and worth the begging Artes. Ha ha ha Edol. Dost laugh Erictho Artes. Yes at thy poor invention is there no better torturemonger Dono. Burn her to dust Artes. That 's a Phaenix death and glorious Edol. I that 's to good for her Prince Alive she shall be buried circled in a wall thou murdress of a King there starve to death Artes. Then I le starve death when he comes for his prey and i' th' mean time I le live upon your curses Edol I 't is diet good enough away with her Artes. With joy my best of wishes is before Thy brother's poison'd but I wanted more Exit Prince Why does our Prophet Merlin stand apart sadly observing these our Ceremonies and not applaud our joys with thy hid knowledge Let thy divining Art now satisfie some part of my desires for well I know 't is in thy power to show the full event that shall both end our Reign and Chronicle speak learned Merlin and resolve my feats whether by war we shall expel the Saxons or govern what we hold with beauteous peace in Wales and Brittain Mer. Long happiness attend Pendragons Reign what Heaven decrees fate hath no power to alter The Saxons sir will keep the ground they have and by supplying numbers still inccrease till Brittain be no more So please your Grace I will in visible apparitions present you Prophecies which shall concern Succeeding Princes which my Art shall raise Till men shall call these times the latter days Prince Do it my Merlin and Crown me with much joy and wonder Merlin strikes Hoeboys Enter a King in Armour his Sheild quarter'd with thirteen Crowns At the other door enter divers Princes who present their Crowns to him at his feet and do him homage then enters Death and strikes him he growing sick Crowns Constantine Exeunt Mer. This King my Lord presents your Royal Son who in his prime of years shall be so fortunate that thirteen several Princes shall present their several Crowns unto him and all Kings else shall so admire his fame and victories that they shall all be glad either through fear or love to do him homage But death who neither favors the weak nor valliant in the middest of all his glories soon shall seize him scarcely permitting him to appoint one in all his purchased Kingdoms to succeed him Prince Thanks to our Prophet for this so wish'd for satisfaction and hereby now we learn that always Fate must be observ'd what ever that decree All future times shall still record this Story Of Merlin's learned worth and Arthur's glory Exeunt Omnes FINIS