The Spanish Tragedie.
Bal. No, she is wilder and more hard withall,
Then beast, or bird, or tree, or stonie wall.
But wherefore blot I Bel-imperias name?
It is my fault, not she that merites blame.
My feature is not to content her sight,
My wordes are rude, and worke her no delight,
The lines I send her are but harsh and ill,
Such as doe drop from Pan and Marsias quill:
My presents are not of sufficient cost,
And being worthles, all my labours lost.
Yet might she loue me for my valiancie:
I, but thats slaundered by captiuitie.
Yet might she loue me to content her sire:
I, but her reason maisters his desire.
Yet might she loue me as her brothers friend:
I, but her hopes aime at some other end.
Yet might she loue me to vpreare her state:
I, but perhaps she hopes some nobler mate,
Yet might she loue me as her beautious thrall,
I, but I feare she can not loue at all.
Then beast, or bird, or tree, or stonie wall.
But wherefore blot I Bel-imperias name?
It is my fault, not she that merites blame.
My feature is not to content her sight,
My wordes are rude, and worke her no delight,
The lines I send her are but harsh and ill,
Such as doe drop from Pan and Marsias quill:
My presents are not of sufficient cost,
And being worthles, all my labours lost.
Yet might she loue me for my valiancie:
I, but thats slaundered by captiuitie.
Yet might she loue me to content her sire:
I, but her reason maisters his desire.
Yet might she loue me as her brothers friend:
I, but her hopes aime at some other end.
Yet might she loue me to vpreare her state:
I, but perhaps she hopes some nobler mate,
Yet might she loue me as her beautious thrall,
I, but I feare she can not loue at all.
Lor. My Lord, for my sake leaue these extasies,
And doubt not but weele finde some remedie,
Some cause there is that lets you not beloued:
First, that must needs be knowen, and then remoued.
What if my sister loue some other Knight?
And doubt not but weele finde some remedie,
Some cause there is that lets you not beloued:
First, that must needs be knowen, and then remoued.
What if my sister loue some other Knight?
Bal. My sommers day will turne to winters night.
Lor. I haue already found a strategeme,
To sound the bottome of this doubtfull theame.
My Lord, for once you shall be rulde by me,
Hinder me not what ere you heare or see.
By force, or faire meanes will I cast about,
To finde the trueth of all this question out.
Ho, Pedringano.
To sound the bottome of this doubtfull theame.
My Lord, for once you shall be rulde by me,
Hinder me not what ere you heare or see.
By force, or faire meanes will I cast about,
To finde the trueth of all this question out.
Ho, Pedringano.
Pedr. Signior.
Lor. Vien que presto.
Enter Pedringano.
Ped. Hath your Lordship any seruice to command mee?
Lor. I,
