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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A06177	Cupids reuenge As it hath beene diuers times acted by the Children of her Maiesties Reuels. By Iohn Fletcher	Beaumont, Francis, 1584-1616.; Fletcher, John, 1579-1625. aut; Sidney, Philip, Sir, 1554-1586. Arcadia.	1615 (1615)	STC 1667; ESTC S101156	44,739	83

wilt Thou leaue me as soone as I know thee Speake one word to me alas shee s past it She will nere speake more What noyse is that it is no matter who Enter Ismenus with the Lords Comes on me now What worse then mad are you That seeke out sorrowes if you loue delights Be gone from hence Isme. Syr for you we come as Souldiers to reuenge the wrongs you haue suffered vnder this naughtie Creature what shall bee done with her say I am ready Leu. Leaue her to heauen braue Cousen they shall tell her how she has sind against em my hand shall neuer be staind with such base bloud liue wicked Mother that reuerent title bee your pardon for I will vse no extremitie against you but leaue you to heauen Bac. Hell take you all if there be a place Of torment that exceedes that get you thither And till the diuels haue you may your liues Be one continued plague and such a one That knowes no friends nor ending May all ages that shall succeede curse you as I doe And if it be possible I aske it heauen That your base issues may be euer Monsters That must for shame of nature and succession Be drownd like dogs Would I had breath to please you Leu. Would you had loue within you and such Griefe as might become a Mother looke you there Know you that face that was Vrania These are the fruits of those vnhappy Mothers That labour with such horrid byrths as you doe If you can weepe there 's cause poore innocent Your wickednes has kild her I le weepe for you Isme. Monstrous woman Mars would weepe at this and yet she cannot Leu. Here lies your Minion too slaine by my hand I will not say you are the cause yet certaine I know you were too blame the Gods forgiue you Isme. See she stands as if she were inuenting Some new destruction for the world Leu. Ismenus thou art welcome yet to my sad companie Isme. I come to make you somewhat sadder sir Leu. You cannot I am at the height already Isme. Your Father 's dead Leu. I thought so heauen be with him ô woman woman weepe now or neuer thou hast made more sorrowes then we haue eyes to vtter Bac. Now let heauen fall I am at the worst of euils a thing so miserable wretched that euery thing the last of humane comforts hath left me I will not bee so base and colde to liue and wayte the mercies of these men I hate no t is iust I dye since Fortune hath left me my step discent attends me hand strike thou home I haue soule enough to guide and let all know as I stood a Queene the same I le fall and one with me She stabs the Prince with a knife Leu. Ho Isme. How doe you sir Leu. Neerer my health then I thinke any here my tongue begins to faulter what is man or who would be one when he sees a poore weake woman can in an instant make him none Dor. She is dead already Isme. Let her be damnd already as she is post all for Surgeants Leu. Let not a man sturre for I am but dead I haue some few words which I wold haue you heart And am afrayd I shall want breath to speake em First to you my Lords You know Ismenus is Vndoubtedly heyre of Licia I doe beseech you all When I am dead to shew your duties to him Lords We vow to do 't Leu. I thanke you Next to you Couzen Ismenus that shall be the Duke I pray you let the broken Image of Cupid Be reedified I know all this is done by him Isme. It shall be so Leu. Last I beseech you that my Mother-in-Law may haue a buriall acording to Dyes Ism. To what sir Dor. There is a full point Ism. I will interpret for him she shal haue buriall according to her owne deserts with dogs Dor. I would your Maiestie would haste for setling of the people Ism. I am ready Agenor goe and let the Trumpets sound Some mournefull thing whilst we conuey the body Of this vnhappy Prince vnto the Court And of that vertuous Virgin to a graue But dragge her to a ditch where let her lye Accurst whilst one man has a memory Exeunt Cupids Speech The time now of my Reuenge drawes neere Nor shall it lessen as I am a god With all the cryes and prayers that haue beene And those that be to come tho they be infinite In neede and number FINIS

am innocent And euer haue bin from all immoderate thoughts and Actions that carrie such rewards along with em Tima. Syr all I know my duety must reueale My country and my loue commaund it from mee For whom I le lay my life downe this night comming A Counsell is appointed by the Duke To sit about your apprehension If you dare trust my faith which by all good things Shall euer watch about you Goe along And to a place I le guide you where no word Shall scape without your hearing Nor no plot Without discouering to you which once known you haue your answers and preuention Is. You are not so mad to go shift of this fellow you shall bee rul'd once by a wise man rats bane get you gone or L. Peace peace for shame thy loue is too suspitious t is away offered to preserue my life and I will take it be my Guide Timantus and doe not minde this angry man thou knowst him I may liue to requite thee Ti. Sir this seruice is done for vertues sake not for reward how euer he may hold me Is. The great pox on you but thou hast that curse so much t will grow a blessing in thee shortly Sir for wisdomes sake court not your death I am your friend and subiect and I shall lose in both if I lou'd you not I would laugh at you and see you run your neck into the noose and cry a Woodcocke Leu. So much of man and so much fearefull fye prethee haue peace within thee I shall liue yet many a golden day to hold thee heere deerest and neerest to me Goe on Timantus I charge you by your loue no more no more Exeunt Leuc. Tim. Is. Goe and let your owne rod whip you I pity you And dog if he miscarry thou shalt pay for t I le study for thy punishment and it shall last Longer and sharper then a tedious Winter Till thou blasphemst and then thou diest and dambst Exit Enter Leontius and Tellamon Leon. I wonder the Dutchesse comes not Tet. She has hard sir your will to speake with her But there is some thing leaden at her heart Pray God it be not mortall that euen keepes her From conuersation with her selfe Enter the Dutchesse B. O whither will yee me crosse affections pull me Fortune Fate you whose powers direct our actions And dwell within vs you that are Angells Guiding to vertue wherefore haue you giuen So strong a hand to euill wherefore sufferd A Temple of your owne you Deities Where your faire selues dwelt onely your goodnes Thus to be soyld with sinne Leon. Heauen blesse vs all From whence coms this distemper speak my faire one Bac. And haue you none loue and obedience You euer faithfull Seruants to imploy In this strange story of impietie But mee a Mother Must I bee your strumpet To lay blacke treason vpon and in him In whome all sweetnes was in whom my loue Was proud'de to haue a being in whome Iustice And all the gods for our imaginations Can worke into a man were more then vertues Ambition downe to Hell where thou wert fosterd Thou hast poysond the best soule the purest whitest And meerest innocentst it selfe that euer Mens greedy hopes gaue life to Leon. This is still stranger lay this treason Open to my correction Bac. O what a combat duety and affection Breedes in my bloud Leon. If thou concealst him may Beside my death the curses of the Countrey Troubles of conscience and a wretched ende Bring thee vnto a poore forgotten graue Bach. My being for another tongue to tell it Cease a mother some good man that dares Speake for his King and Countrey I am full Of too much womans pittie yet ô Heauen Since it concernes the safety of my soueraigne Let it not be a cruelty in mee Nor draw a Mothers name in question Amongst vnborne people to giue vp that man To law and Iustice that vnrighteously Has sought his fathers death be dease be dease Syr Your Sonne is the Offendor Now haue you all Would I might neuer speake againe Leon. My Sonne Heauen helpe mee No more I thought it and since His life is growne so dangerous Let them that Gaue him take him Hee shall dye And with him all my feares Bac. O vse your mercie you haue a braue subiect To bestowe it on I le forgiue him Syr and for his Wrong to mee I le be before yee Leon. Durst his villenie extend to thee Bac. Nothing but heates of youth Syr Leon. Vppon my life hee sought my Bed Bach. I must confesse he loued mee Somewhat beyond a Sonne and still pursude it With such a Lust I will not say Ambition That cleane forgetting all obedience And onely following his first heate vnto mee Hee hotely fought your death and me in Marriage Leon. O Villaine Bac. But I forget all and am halfe ashamde To presse a man so farre Enter Timantus Where is the Duke for Gods sake bring me to him Leon. Here I am Each corner of the Dukedome Sends new affrights forth what wouldst thou speake Timantus I cannot Sir my feare tyes vp my tongue Leon. Why what 's the matter Take thy courage To thee and boldly speake where are the Guard In the Gods name cut with it Tim. Treason treason Leon. In whome Bac. Double the Guard Timantus There is a fellow Syr Leon. Leaue shaking man Timant. 'T is not for feare but wonder Leon Well Timant. There is a fellow Syr close i th Lobby You othe Guarde looke to the dore there Leon. But let me knowe the businesse Tima. O that the hearts of men shuld be so hardned Against so good a Duke for Gods sake Syr Seeke meanes to saue your selfe This wretched slaue Has his sword in his hand I knowe his heart Oh it hath almost killd mee with the thought of it Leon. Where is hee Enter the Guard and bring him in Timant. The Lobby Syr close in a corner Looke to your selues for Heauens sake Mee thinkes hee is here already Fellowes of the Guard be valiant Leon. Goe sirs and apprehend him Treason shall Neuer dare mee in mine owne Gates Tim. T is done There they bring the Prince in Bac: And thou shalt finde it to thy best content Lesn. Are these the comforts of my Age They re happy that ende theyr dayes Contented With a little and liue aloofe from dangers to a King Euery coutent doth a newe perill bring O let mee liue no longer shame of Nature Bastard to Honour Traytor Murderer Diuell in a humane shape A way with him Hee shall not breath his hote infection here Leuc. Syr heare mee Leon. Am I or hee your Duke away with im To a close prison your Highnes now shall know Such branches must be cropt before they growe Leuc. What euer Fortune comes I bid it welcome My innocencie is my Armor Gods preserue you Exit Bac. Fare thee well I shal neuer see so braue a Gētl Would I could weepe out his offences