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A12137
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The gamester As it vvas presented by her Majesties Servants at the private house in Drury-Lane. Written by Iames Shirly.
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Shirley, James, 1596-1666.
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1637
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STC 22443; ESTC S105182
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Your daughter may affect me ther 's at once Two blessings are they not and mightie ones Considering what I am how low how lost T'oth common aire Hu. Now you are wise Beo. But if Your daughter would confirme this and propound Her selfe my victorie Hu. What then Beo. I should condemne her and despise the conquest These things may bribe an Atheist not a Lover But you perhaps are ignorant I have given My faith away irrevocablie 't is The wealth of Violante and I wonot Basely steale backe a thought and yet I thanke you I am not so inhumane Hu. Will you not Preferre your life To honor and religion Beo. For shame be silent could you make me Lord Of my owne destiny and that Leonora Had empires for her dower and courted mee With all the flatteries of life to quit My vowes to Violante I would die Upon her bosome to meete death Hu. And death You must expect which will take off this braverie Beo. And I will kisse it kisse it like a Bride Hu. So resolute Beo. And if I cannot live My Violantes I will die her sacrifice Good sir no more you do not well to trouble The quiet of a Prisoner thus that cannot Be a too carefull Steward of those minuts Left him to make his peace tempt me no further The Earth is not so fixt as my resolues Rather to die then in one thought transplant My love from Violante Hu. Bee undone And this contempt shall hasten the divorce Of soule and love die and be soone forgotten Exit Enter Violante Beo. My Violante if there can be any joy Neighbour too so much greife I 'le powre it out To pay thy bounteous visit if my eyes Admit no fellowship in weeping 't is Because my heart which saw thee first would bid Thee welcome thither scorning to acknowledge There can be any thing but joy where thou art Vio. But sadnes my deere Beaumont while there is A cause that maks thee Prisoner I must weepe And empty many springs my eyes are now No prophets of thy sorrow but the witnes And when I thinke of death that waits upon thee I wither to a Ghost Beo. Why Violante We must all die restraine these weeping Fountaines Keepe 'em till I am dead dispence 'em then Upon my grave and I shall grow agen And in the sweete disguise of a faire Garden Salute the spring that gave mee greene and odour Why should not love transforme us Vio. Bee not lost In these imaginations Beo. Or perhapps Th' ast ambition she whose love made up A wonder to the World beside the pledge Of duty to her Lord fam'd Arthemisia Shall bee no more in storie for her Tombe For on the Earth that weighes my body downe When I am dead thy teares by the cold breath Of Heaven congeal'd to Beaumonts memorie Shall raise a monument of Pearle to our doe The great Mausolus Sepulcher Vio. No more Of this vaine language if you have any pittie On the poore Violante Ber. I ha done And yet I am going now to a long silence Allow my sorrow to take leave Violante Vio. It shall be so be valiant my heart Beaumont I come not to take leave of thee Be. Perhapps you 'le see me agen Vio. Agen and often Thy starres are gentle to thee many daies And yeeres are yet betweene thee and that time That threatens losse of breath see I can thus Disperse the Clouds sate heavie on my brow Wipe the moisture hence t is day agen Take beames into thy eye and let them sinke Upon thy better fortune live live happilie Be. Is Delamore alive Vio. Dead and interr'd Be. From what can this hope rise Vio. From thy selfe Beaumont If thou wilt save thy selfe I have heard all And by the duty of my love am bound To hide your resolution can you be So merciles to your selfe to refuse life When it is offer'd with the best advantage Is Leonoras love a price that should Buy you from all the World be counsell'd sir Oh do not loose your selfe in a vaine passion For thought of me I cancell all your vowes And give you backe your heart bee free againe If you will promise me to live and love Be. Leonora Vio. That best of woman-kinde a mine of sweetnes Be. But can you leave mee then Vio. I justifie Thy choice of me in that that to preserve thee Dare give thee backe agen be Leonoras For being mine th' art lost to all the World Better a thousand times thou be made hers Then we both loose I 'le pawne my faith shee le love thee I 'le be content to heare my Beaumonts well And visite thee sometimes like a glad sister And never beg a kisse but if I weepe At any time when we are together Do not beleeve 't is sorrow makes my eyes So wet but joy to see my Beaumont living As it is now to hope Be. If thou dost meane thus Thou dost the more to inflame me to be constant Be not a miracle and I may be tempted To love my life above thee by this kisse Oh give me but another in my death It will restore me by this innocent hand While as I wish my soule I wonot leave thee For the Worlds Kingdome Vio. But you must unlesse You change for Leonora thinke of that Thinke ere you be to rash Be. I 'le thinke of thee And honor to be read I love Violante But never could deserve her live thou happie And by thy vertue teach a neerer way To heaven we may meete yonder do not make me More miserable then I am by adding perjurie To my bloody sinne the memory of thee Will at my execution advance My spirit to a that men shall thinke I have chang'd my cause for martyrdome Vio. Then here As of a dying man I take my leave Farewell unhappie Beaumont I 'le pray for thee Beo. T is possible I may live yet and be thine Vio. These teares embalme thee If in this World we never meete My life is buried in thy winding sheete Beo. This exceeds all my sorrow Act. V. Enter Wilding Wi. I am justly punish'd now for all my tricks And pride o' th flesh I had ambition To make men cuckolds now the divell has paid me Paid me i' th same coine and I 'le compare My forehead with the broadest of my neighbors But ere it spreads too monstrous I must have Some plot upon this Hazard he supposes He has enjoy'd Penelope and my tricke To drive the opinion home to get him marrie her And make her satisfaction the wench Has oft commended him he may be wonne too 't I never meant to part with all her portion Perhaps hee le thanke me for the moytie And this dispos'd on shee 's conjur'd to silence It must bee so Enter Hazard Ha. Jacke Wilding how i st man How goes the Plough at home what sayes the Lady Guinever that was humbled in your absence You have the credit with her all the glorie Of my nights worke