Thou shew'st thee now unfaithful, to accept Of all the stock of men, his enemy, His cruel'st enemy. Cast. Indeed I am sure it was; he spoke all truth; To be your boy; alas, I am willing, sir, Seb. All is as true As oracle by heaven; dost thou believe so? Seb. Yet be not rash; 'Tis no advantage to belong to me: I have no power nor greatness in the court So much observance, as I shall expect Cast. All the ambition of my thoughts shall be Seb. Besides, I shall afflict thy tenderness Only in love with sorrow, never merry, In th' height I break them. Come, I shall undo thee. In So hard a heart but I could shed a tear To bear my master company. Seb. I will not leave thee, if thou'll dwell with me, For wealth of Indies: be my loved boy Come in with me; thus I'll begin to do Some recompence for dead Antonio. Berinthia kills her brother Sebastiano sleeping. Cast. Sir, if the opportunity I use Seb. Prithee boy, he patient. The more I strive to throw off the remembrance Cast. Alas, they are past; Bind up your own for honour's sake, and shew Seb. Alas, good boy, it will but add more weight Accord my thoughts. Cast. Sir, this your couch Seems to invite some small repose: Oh, I beseech you taste it. I will beg A little leave to sing. Berinthia enters softly. Cast. Sweet sleep charm his sad senses: And gentle thoughts let fall (She sings.) Your flowing numbers here; and round about That That none offend his quiet. Sleep begins And dream on him that dreams not what I am. (She lies down by him.) Ber. Nature doth wrestle with me, but revenge Doth arm my love against it; justice is Above all tie of blood. Sebastiano, Thou art the first shall tell Antonio's ghost, How much I lov'd him. (She stabs him upon his couch.) Seb. (waking.) Oh, stay thy hand, Berinthia! no: Thou'st done't. I wish thee heaven's forgiveness. I can not Tarry to hear thy reasons; at many My life runs out, and yet Berinthia doors Doth in her name give me more wounds than these. Be friends again. (Dies.) THE THE POLITICIAN. A TRAGEDY. BY JAMES SHIRLEY. Marpisa widow of Count Altomarus is advanced to be Queen to the King of Norway, by the practices of her paramour Gotharus. She has by her first husband a young son Haraldus; to secure whose succession to the crown by the aid of Gotharus (in prejudice of the king's son, the_lawful heir) she tells Gotharus that the child is his. He believes her, and tells Haraldus; who taking to heart his mother's dishonour, and his own stain of bastardy, falls into a mortal sickness. Queen. How is it with my child? Yet I must tell you truth, I cannot live. Queen. What is't hath made. The thought of life unpleasant? which does court Thy wish can be ambitious of, yet all These treasures nothing to thy mother's love, Har. Oh take heed, mother. Heaven has a spacious ear, and power to punish Queen. Queen. Thou art dejected. Have but a will, and live. Har. 'Tis in vain, mother. Queen. Sink with a fever into earth! Look up, thou shalt not die. Har. I have a wound within, You do not see, more killing than all fevers. Queen. A wound? where? who has murther'd thee? Har. Gotharus Queen. Ha! furies persecute him. Har. Oh pray for him: It is my duty, though he gave me death. He is my father. Queen. How, thy father? Har. He told me so, and with that breath destroy'd me. I felt it strike upon my spirits, mother; Would I had ne'er been born! Queen. Believe him not. Har. Oh do not add another sin to what Is done already; death is charitable, To quit me from the scorn of all the world. Queen. By all my hopes, Gotharus has abused thee. Thou art the lawful burthen of my womb; Thy father Altomarus. Har. Ha! Queen. Before whose spirit (long since taken up To meet with saints and troops angelical) I dare again repeat, thou art his son. Har. Ten thousand blessings now reward my mother! Speak it again, and I may live: a stream Of pious joy runs through me; to my soul You've struck a harmony, next that in heaven. Queen. Were it my latest breath; Thou'rt his and mine. Har. Enough, my tears do flow To |