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PHILASTER
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A monologue from Act V, Scene iii
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by: Francis Beaumont and John Fletcher
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NOTE: Philaster, or Love Lies a-Bleeding was produced about 1609 and first printed in an imperfect quarto in 1620. It is now a public domain work and may be performed without royalties. |
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- BELLARIO: Right royal sir, I should
- sing you an epithalamion of these lovers,
- But having lost my best airs with my fortunes,
- And wanting a celestial harp to strike
- This blessed union on, thus in glad story
- I give you all. These two fair cedar branches,
- The noblest of the mountain where they grew,
- Straightest and tallest, under whose still shades
- The worthier beasts have made their lairs, and slept
- Free from [the fervor of] [1] the Sirian star
- And the fell thunderstroke, free from the clouds
- When they were big with humor [2], and delivered
- In thousand spouts their issues to the earth
- (O, there was none but silent quiet there),
- Till never-pleaséd Fortune shot up shrubs,
- Base underbrambles, to divorce these branches;
- And for a while they did so, and did reign
- Over the mountain, and choke up his beauty
- With brakes, rude thorns, and thistles, till the sun
- Scorched them even to the roots and dried them there.
- And now a gentle gale hath blown again,
- That made these branches meet and twine together,
- Never to be divided. The god that sings
- His holy numbers [3] over marriage beds
- Hath knit their noble hearts; and here they stand,
- Your children, mighty king; and I have done.
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1 From 1620 edn.
2 Moisture.
3 Verses.
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