The Maid's Tragedy

thumb|250px| The Maid's Tragedy is a play by Francis Beaumont and John Fletcher. It was first published in 1619. Quotes Text from the Second Folio (1679), edited by Arnold Glover (Cambridge UP, 1905) Act I Cinthia to thy power, and them        we obey.Joy to this great company,        and no dayCome to steal this night away,Till the rites of love are ended,And the lusty Bridegroom say,Welcome light of all befriended.Pace out you watry powers below,        let your feetLike the Gallies when they row,        even beat.Let your unknown measures setTo the still winds, tell to allThat Gods are come immortal great,To honour this great Nuptial. [First] Song Cynthia, to thy power and thee        We obey.Joy to this great company!        And no dayCome to steal this night away  Till the rites of love are ended,And the lusty bridegroom say,  Welcome, light, of all befriended!Pace out, you watery powers below;        Let your feet,Like the galleys when they row,        Even beat;Let your unknown measures, set  To the still winds, tell to allThat gods are come, immortal, great,  To honour this great nuptial! Oxford Book of English Verse (1900), no. 208: "Bridal Song" Act II Lay a Garland on my Hearse of the dismal yew;Maidens, Willow branches bear; say I died true:My Love was false, but I was firm from my hour of birth;Upon my buried body lay lightly gentle earth. Aspatia [singing] Lay a garland on my herse  Of the dismal yew;Maidens, willow branches bear;  Say, I died true.My love was false, but I was firm  From my hour of birth.Upon my buried body lie  Lightly, gentle earth! Oxford Book of English Verse (1900), no. 209: "Aspatia’s Song" Something whispers me,Go not to bed; my guilt is not so greatAs mine own conscience (too sensible)Would make me think. Evadne Timorous flesh,Why shak'st thou so? away my idle fears. Amintor Why, it is thou that wrongest me, I hate thee,Thou shouldst have kill'd thy self. Evadne I sooner will find out the beds of Snakes,And with my youthful blood warm their cold flesh,Letting them curle themselves about my Limbs,Than sleep one night with thee; this is not feign'd,Nor sounds it like the coyness of a Bride. Evadne A Maidenhead Amintor at my years? Aspatia A maidenhead, Amintor,At my years? The Maid's Tragedy, ed. T. W. Craik (Manchester UP, 1988), p. 90 Is flesh so earthly to endure all this?Are these the joyes of Marriage? Hymen keepThis story (that will make succeeding youthNeglect thy Ceremonies) from all ears. Amintor Act III thumb|250px|What could he do, ... But ruin thee for ever, if he had not killed thee? Do not I know the uncontroulèd thoughtsThat youth brings with him, when his bloud is highWith expectation and desires of thatHe long hath waited for? is not his spirit,Though he be temperate, of a valiant strain,As this our age hath known? what could he do,If such a sudden speech had met his blood,But ruine thee for ever. The King to Evadne Act IV My charity shall go along with thee,Though my embraces must be far from thee. Amintor to Evadne Act V thumb|250px|This steelComes to redeem the honour that you stole. I was a world of vertue,Till your curst Court and you (hell bless you for't)With your temptations on temptationsMade me give up mine honour. Evadne Evadne: Stay Sir, stay,You are too hot, and I have brought you PhysickTo temper your high veins.King: Prethee to bed then; let me take it warm,There you shall know the state of my body better.Evadne: I know you have a surfeited foul body,And you must bleed.King: Bleed!Evadne: Ay, you shall bleed: lie still, and if the DevilYour lust will give you leave, repent: this steelComes to redeem the honour that you stole. Evadne Die all our faults together; I forgive thee. Evadne I am not she: nor bear I in this breastSo much cold Spirit to be call'd a Woman:I am a Tyger: I am any thingThat knows not pity. Evadne 1 Gentleman: Come now she's gone, let's enter, the King expects it, and will be angry.2 Gentleman: 'Tis a fine wench, we'l have a snap at her one of these nights as she goes from him.1 Gentleman: Content: how quickly he had done with her! I see Kings can do no more that way than other mortal people. Two of the Bed-chamber Be sudden Sir to tieAll again; what’s done is past recal,And past you to revenge. Strato Be sudden, sir, to tieAll up again. What’s done is past recall,And past you to revenge. The Maid's Tragedy, ed. T. W. Craik (Manchester UP, 1988), p. 181 May this a fair example be to me,To rule with temper: for on lustful KingsUnlookt for sudden deaths from heaven are sent!But curst is he that is their instrument. Lysippus, closing speech Quotes about The Maid's Tragedy External links Category:Plays