The Spanish Tragedie by Kyd, Thomas, 1558-1594
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A word from our supporters: File extension PIP | I haue no credit with her as before, And therefore know not if she loue or no. And feare shall force what frendship cannot winne. Thy death shall bury what thy life conceales. Thou dyest for more esteeming her than me! And shield thee from what-euer can ensue, And will conceale what-euer proceeds from thee; But, if thou dally once againe, thou diest! And thou shalt finde me kinde and liberall. Stand vp, I say, and feareles tell the truth. Full-fraught with lines and arguments of loue, Perferring him before Prince Balthazar. And that thou wilt conseale what thou hast tolde. But, if I proue thee periurde and vniust, This very sword whereon thou tookst thine oath Shall be the worker of thy tragedie. Be still conceald from Bel-imperia. Besides, your Honors liberalitie Deserues my duteous seruice euen till death. Be watchfull when and where these louers meete, And giue me notice in some secret sort. Thou knowest that I can more aduance thy state Then she: be therefore wise and faile me not. Goe and attend her as thy custome is, Least absence make her think thou doost amisse. Where wordes preuaile not, violence preuailes. But golde doth more than either of them both. How likes Prince Balthazar this strategeme? Glad, that I know the hinderer of my loue; Sad, that I fear she hates me whome I loue; Glad, that I know on whome to be reueng'd; Sad, that sheele flie me if I take reuenge. Yet must I take reuenge or dye my-selfe; For loue resisted growes impatient. I think Horatio be my destind plague: First, in his hand he brandished a sword, And with that sword he fiercely waged warre, And in that warre he gaue me dangerous wounds, And by those wounds he forced me to yeeld, And by my yeelding I became his slaue; Now, in his mouth he carries pleasing words, Which pleasing wordes doe harbour sweet conceits, Which sweet conceits are lim'd with slie deceits, Which slie deceits smooth Bel-imperias eares, And through her eares diue downe into her hart, And in her hart set him, where I should stand. Thus hath he tane my body by force, And now by sleight would captiuate my soule; But in his fall Ile tempt the Destinies, And either loose my life or winne my loue. Doe but follow me, and gaine your loue; Her fauour must be wonne by his remooue. [ACT II. SCENE 2.] |



