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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

day weares And those that haue bin offering earely prayers Are now retiring homeward Thier. Stand and marke then Mart. Is it the first must suffer Thier. The first woman Mart. What hand shall do it Sir Thier. This hand Martell For who lesse dare presume to giue the gods An incense of this offering Mart. Would I were she For such a way to die and such a blessing Can neuer crowne my parting Enter 2 men passing ouer Thierry What are those Mart. Men men Sir men Thier. The plagues of men light on vm They crosse my hopes like hares who 's that Enter a Priest Mart. a Priest Sir Thierry Would he were gelt Mart. May not these rascalls serue Sir Well hang'd and quarter'd Thierry No Mart. Here comes a woman Enter Ordella vail'd Thier. Stand and behold her then Mart. I thinke a faire one Thier. Moue not whilst I prepare her may her peace Like his whose innocence the gods are pleas'd with And offering at their altars giues his soule Far purer then those fires pull heauen vpon her You holy powers no humane spot dwell in her No loue of any thing but you and goodnes Tie her to earth feare be a stranger to her And all weake bloods affections but thy hope Let her bequeath to women heare me heauen Giue her a spirrit masculine and noble Fit for your selfes to aske and mee to offer O let her meete my blow doate on her death And as a wanton vine bowes to the pruner That by his cutting off more may encrease So let her fall to raise me fruite haile woman The happiest and the best if thy dull wil Do not abuse thy fortune France ere found yet Ordella She is more then dull Sir lesse and worse then woman That may inherit such an infinite As you propound a greatnesse so neare goodnesse And brings a will to rob her Thier. Tell me this then Was there ere woman yet or may be found That for faire fame vnspotted memory For vertues sake and only for it selfe sake Has or dare make a story Ordella Many dead Sir Liuing I thinke as many Thier. Say the kingdome May from a womans will receiue a blessing The king and kingdome not a priuate safety A generall blessing Lady Ordella A generall curse Light on her hart denies it Thier. Full of honor And such examples as the former ages Were but dim shadowes of and empty figures Ordella You strangely stir me Sir and were my weaknes In any other flesh but modest womans You should not aske more questions may I do it Thier. You may and which is more you must Ordella I ioy in 't Aboue a moderate gladnesse Sir you promise It shall be honest Thier. As euer time discouer'd Ordella Let it be what it may then what it dare I haue a mind will hazarde' it Thier. But harke yee What may that woman merit makes this blessing Ordella Only her duty Sir Thier. 'T is terrible Ordella 'T is so much the more noble Thier. 'T is full of fearefull shaddowes Ordella So is sleepe Sir Or anything that 's meerely ours and mortall We were begotten gods else but those feares Feeling but once the fires of nobler thoughts Fly like the shapes of clouds we forme to nothing Thier. Suppose it death Ordella I do Thier. And endlesse parting With all we can call ours with all our sweetenes With youth strength pleasure people time nay reason For in the silent graue no conuersation No ioyfull tread of friends no voyce of louers No careful fathers counsell nothing's hard Nor nothing is but all obliuion Dust and an endlesse darkenesse and dare you woman Desire this place Ordella 'T is of all sleepes the sweetest Children begin it to vs strong men seeke it And kings from heigth of all their painted glories Fall like spent exhalations to this center And those are fooles that feare it or imagine A few vnhandsome pleasures or lifes profits Can recompence this place and mad that staies it Till age blow out their lights or rotten humors Bring vm despers'd to the earth Thierry Then you can suffer Ordella As willingly as say it Thier. Martell a wonder Here is a woman that dares die yet tel me Are you a wife Ordella I am Sir Thierry And haue children She sighes and weepes Ordella O none Sir Thier. Dare you venter For a poore barren praise you ne're shall heare To part with these sweete hopes Ordella With all but heauen And yet die ful of children he that reades me When I am ashes is my son in wishes And those chast dames that keepe my memory Singing my yearely requiems are my daughters Thier. Then there is nothing wanting but my knowledge And what I must do Lady Ordella You are the king Sir And what you do I 'le suffer and that blessing That you desire the gods showre on the kingdome Thier. Thus much before I strike then for I must kill you The gods haue will'd it so they 'r made the blessing Must make France young agen and me a man Keepe vp your strength still nobly Ordella Feare me not Thier. And meete death like a measure Ordella I am stedfast Thier. Thou shalt be sainted woman and thy tombe Cut out in Cristall pure and good as thou art And on it shall be grauen euery age Succeeding peeres of France that rise by thy fall Tell thou liest there like old and fruitefull nature Darest thou behold thy happinesse Ordella I Dare Sir Thier. Ha Pulls off her vaile lets fall his sword Mart. O Sir you must not do it Thier. No I dare not There is an Angell keepes that paradice A fiery angell friend o vertue vertue Euer and endlesse vertue Ordella Strike Sir strike And if in my poore death faire France may merit Giue me a thousand blowes be killing me A thousand dayes Thier. First let the earth be barren And man no more remembred rise Ordella The nearest to thy maker and the purest That euer dull flesh shewed vs o my hart-strings Exit Mart. I see you full of wonder therefore noblest And truest amongst women I will tell you The end of this strange accident Ordella Amazement Has so much woue vpon my hart that truely I feele my selfe vnfit to heare o Sir My Lord has slighted me Mart. O no sweete Lady Ordella Robd me of such a glory by his pitty And most vnprouident respect Mart. Deare Lady It vvas not meant to you Ordella Else where the day is And houres distinguish time time runnes to ages And ages end the world I had bin spoken Deui. I 'le tell you what it was if but your patience Will giue me hearing Ordella If I haue transgrest Forgiue me Sir Mart. Your noble Lord was counsell'd Grieuing the barrennesse betweene you both And all the kingdome with him to seeke out A man that knew the secrets of the gods He went found such a one and had this answere That if he woo'd haue issue on this morning For this houre was prefixt him