The Vnfortunate Mother A Tragedie |
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 | The Vnfortunate Mother |  |
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Ent. Mac. Pole. Vitt. Bon. Ben. Am. Mel. Guard.Mac.
What's this horrour?
The Scene presents a Tragedy; our Guard.
Our mother dead, and our two friends made livelesse
By one another? griefe seale up mine eyes
With an eternall darkenesse.
Am.
Most unhappy
Kneeling by Spurio.
Amanda, in the losse of all thy wishes;
Wee'le not be long divided, if my griefes
Meete not too stubborne and perverse resistance
From the soft heart I gave to thee.
Mac.
Remove
The bodies decently, and then support me:
Exit Guard with the Bodyes, the Ladyes following
My spirits faint. Corvino we would have
The best account you can of this sad businesse,
To which you cannot chuse but have relation,
Considering the persons and the manner;
Speake your best knowledge.
Corv.
I have now no language
But teares to be interpreted, and they
Are characters of inward sorrow onely;
Cannot expresse more then their propper meaning,
And whence they take their forme. Sir I am lost
To all my hopes of being, they being gone
On which it did depend, my sonnes; in whom
I had a lasting name, and should have liv'd
Unto succeeding times: now it will vanish
Like Clouds dissolv'd, to be forgotten.
Mac.
Know you
What were the motives to their difference,
That fir'd such anger in them?
Corv.
The remembrance
Of that calls up more griefe. Your mother sir.
The inconsiderate youths interpreted
Each other in desire, their passions met
By fury, joyn'd together, and begot
This sad effect: which when she understood,
And saw the dire events that had proceeded
From her so cleere intentions through mistaking,
Compassion broke her heart. This sir is all
My sad soule knowes.
Mac.
I would it ne're had bin,
Or I to know it.
Corv.
Shortly I shall pay
Nature her last debt, for my weakened age
Cannot resist these killing sorrowes long.
And my poore services desire your griefe
Not to be deafe to one request; that is,
You'ld take my daughter to your care, and be
A father to her: or—
Mac.
We will respect her.
Pole.
My information sir was truth. There is
More mistery to be unfoulded yet;
Times daughter will appeare, although she blush
To shew her nakednesse.
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