John Suckling

Name: The Works of Sir John Suckling in prose and verse — The Sad One
Author: John Suckling

The Works of Sir John Suckling in prose and verse… (1910)

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“The Works of Sir John Suckling in prose and verse — The Sad One”, published in 1910, is a work by John Suckling. It explores elements such as Drollio, Clarimont and Floretties.

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John Suckling, The Works of Sir John Suckling in prose and verse… (1910)

“ Enter Clarimont and Florelio senior.
⁠Clar. By heaven,
She's false, false as the tears of crocodiles,
Or what is yet more feign'd, I do confess.
Your pardon, Florelio, come, pray, your pardon;
Perchance I may deserve it.5
⁠Flor. You have it, so has she;
Would heaven would do it as easily as I.
⁠Clar. Heaven cannot do so foul an act. She has———
O, she has done too much! And, should not I
See justice done, the gods would punish me.10
Brother, clear up!
The world shall not be one day elder, ere
I see thy injuries revenged. ”

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John Suckling, The Works of Sir John Suckling in prose and verse… (1910)

“ Exeunt Florelio and Fidelio 45
These men are honest, and must be rewarded;
They do deserve it. 'Tis most rare to find
A greatness that enjoys true friends;
For commonly it makes us fear'd and hated.
The one doth breed offence: th' other leaves naked.50
Let the impartial eye but look upon
All we call ours, and then again behold
The many hungry eyes of expectation
That wait upon our bounty, and it shall find
That we have scarce enough to keep men's hopes up,55
We are rich if we can purchase friends. ”

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John Suckling, The Works of Sir John Suckling in prose and verse… (1910)

“ Enter Lorenzo and his father, with servants, whispering together and frowning. They pass over the stage, and exeunt
Scene II
Enter Lorenzo solus, as going to prison
Arm'd with the love of sovereignty and revenge,
I'll ravish fortune, and all engines try,
That heaven or hell have yet discovered;
But I will scale my end, and plant desire
As high as any thought durst e'er aspire.5
The dotage of the king shall not secure thee,
Poor old man!
Clarimont, I come: this night our quarrel ends!
Nothing but death could ever make us friends. ”

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John Suckling, The Works of Sir John Suckling in prose and verse… (1910)

“ Enter the Queen Amasia, Bellamino her favourite, Drollio, Attendants
⁠Bel. What is the matter, madam, that the court
Is in such clouds to-night?
The king feigns mirth and freeness; but withal
Flashes of fury make escapes.
⁠Queen. ⁠'Tis strange,
My lord, you should not know.5
⁠Bel. Faith, madam, I
Know nothing.
⁠Queen. ⁠Troth, nor I; but I suspect.
The clock no sooner struck, but all the statesmen
Started, as if they had been to run a race,
And the king told me 'twere fit I took my rest.10
There's something in't; but these designs of state
We women know no more than our own fate. ”

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John Suckling, The Works of Sir John Suckling in prose and verse… (1910)

“ O, could my Florelio but see
How all hot flames within me are gone forth,
Sure he would love again! Yet sure he would not!
Heavens,10
How just you are, and, O, how wicked I am!
My heart beats thick,
As if my end were nigh; and would it were!
A better time death cannot take.
An absolution I have had, and have confest15
My unchaste love unto my ghostly father.
My peace is made above; but here below?—
What mak'st thou here, Petruchio?
Enter Clarimont like to Petruchio
⁠Clar. [aside] . She weeps: the whore repents perchance. ”

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John Suckling, The Works of Sir John Suckling in prose and verse… (1910)

“ Now, as it is to have been wish'd that this tragedy had come whole and compleat to public view, so is it some happiness that there is so much of it preserved; it being true of our author what Dr. Donne said of a famous artist of his time—
⁠A HAND OR EYE
BY HILLIARD DRAWN, IS WORTH A HISTORY
BY A WORSE PAINTER MADE.
I shall add no more, but only say (with some just confidence) that I could not have answer'd myself, to the world, if I had suppressed this tragedy, and therefore may hope for some favour by its publication. Farewell. ”

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John Suckling, The Works of Sir John Suckling in prose and verse… (1910)

“ Enter young Clarimont, Fidelio, and young Florelio
⁠Clar. Then, with a pause fill'd up with sighs,
Ask him how strong his guards are; but, above all,
Be sure t' apply inflaming corrosives:
Screw up his anger to the height, and make
His fears be double.5
Officious friends and mediation
May else prove remedies.
⁠Fid. ⁠Enough. If we
Do fail to act our parts to th' life in's tragedy,
May all those horrors that do threaten him
Fall upon us! Farewell. ”

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John Suckling, The Works of Sir John Suckling in prose and verse… (1910)

“ Enter Lepido and Drollio
⁠Drol. A rare masque, no doubt; who contriv'd it?
⁠Lep. Marry, he that says 'tis good, howsoe'er he has made it,
Signior Multecarni.
⁠Drol. ⁠Who, the poet-laureat?
⁠Lep. The same.
⁠Drol. O, then, 'twere blasphemy to speak against it.5
What, are we full
Of Cupids? Do we sail upon the vast,
And re-sail, and fetch the masque from the clouds?
⁠Lep. Away, critic! thou never understood'st him.
⁠Drol. Troth, I confess it; but my comfort is,10
Others are troubled with the same disease,
'Tis epidemical, Lepido; take't on my word. ”

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John Suckling, The Works of Sir John Suckling in prose and verse… (1910)

“ How have the heavens his lower wishes bless'd!
Sleep makes his labours sweet, and innocence
Does his mean fortunes truly recompense:
He feels no hot loves, nor no palsy-fears,40
No fits of filthy lusts, or of pale jealousies:
He wants, it's true, our clothes, our masks, our diet,
And wants our cares, our fears, and our disquiets.
But this
Is all but raving, and does distemper more.45
I'll sleep. [Lies all along on the ground.] Boy, sing the song I gave you.
A Song to a Lute
Hast thou seen the down i' th' air,
⁠when wanton blasts have tost it ”

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John Suckling, The Works of Sir John Suckling in prose and verse… (1910)

“ Where is the courage of thy house become?
When didst thou cease to be thyself? Shall two30
Brave families be wrong'd—most basely wrong'd—
And shall we tamely, like philosophers,
Dispute it without reasons? ”

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John Suckling, The Works of Sir John Suckling in prose and verse… (1910)

“ Ere long surrender.
⁠Clar. ⁠O Fidelio,65
When kings do tempt, th' had need be angels that
Endure the shock, not women.
⁠Fid. ⁠'Tis true, my lord.
Yet let not uncertain fears create new griefs.
Doubt is of all the sharpest passion,
And often turns distempers to diseases.70
Collect yourself, and be assur'd my zeal
Shall watch abroad ”

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John Suckling, The Works of Sir John Suckling in prose and verse… (1910)

“ Why, there's another abuse i' th' state: a man
Shall have his ears cut off for speaking a truth.25
A sick government, Drollio, and a weak one, believe't.
It never thriv'd, since Spain and we grew so great. ”

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John Suckling, The Works of Sir John Suckling in prose and verse… (1910)

“ To make sure o' th' husband, by my advice, as if
He did intend some jest, means to change lodgings
With wrong'd Florelio the favourite.
Enter Petruchio
Petruchio, welcome! You have other clothes;
These I should borrow for a little while:65
In masquing times disguises are in fashion. ”

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John Suckling, The Works of Sir John Suckling in prose and verse… (1910)

“ He was i' th' midst of all your praises, when
Your highness ent'red.
⁠Bel. [Aside.] ⁠Hum! there's yet some hope then.
⁠King. O, you are glad we are come, then! That discourse25
Was tedious.
⁠Fran. ⁠No, my lord;
I should have been well pleas'd to have heard him longer.
⁠King. You are grown a courtier, fair one! Sileo,
Are the coaches ready?
⁠Sil. ⁠Yes, and 't please your majesty. ”

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