The Mad Lover, a Tragi-Comedy

The Mad Lover, a Tragi-Comedy - The Works of Francis Beaumont and John Fletcher (3 of 10)

Astorax, King of Paphos. Memnon, the General and the Mad Lover. Polydor, Brother to Memnon, beloved of Calis. Eumenes, } two eminent Souldiers. Polybius, Chilax, an old merry Souldier. Syphax, a Souldier in love with the Princess. Stremon, a Souldier that can sing. Demagoras, Servant to the General. Chirurgion. Fool. Page. Courtiers. Eume. Health to my Soveraign. King. Eumenes, welcome: Welcome to Paphos, Souldier, to our love, And that fair health ye wish us, through the Camp May it disperse it self, and make all happy; How does the General, the valiant Memnon, And how his Wars, Eumenes? Eume. The Gods have giv'n you (Royal Sir) a Souldier, Better ne're sought a danger, more approv'd In way of War, more master of his fortunes, Expert in leading 'em; in doing valiant, In following all his deeds to Victories, And holding fortune certain there. King. O Souldier, Thou speak'st a man indeed; a Generals General, A soul conceiv'd a Souldier. Eumen. Ten set Battels Against the strong usurper Diocles (Whom long experience had begot a Leader, Ambition rais'd too mighty) hath your Memnon Won, and won gloriously, distrest and shook him Even from the head of all his hopes to nothing: In three, he beat the Thunder-bolt his Brother, Forc'd him to wall himself up: there not safe, Shook him with warlike Engins like an Earthquake, Till like a Snail he left his shell and crawl'd By night and hideous darkness to destruction: Disarm'd for ever rising more: Twelve Castles, Some thought impregnable; Towns twice as many; Countries that like the wind knew no command But savage wildness, hath this General With loss of blood and youth, through Storms and Tempests Call'd to your fair obedience. [Pg 3]King. O my Souldier That thou wert now within my arms; what drums { Drumswithin. Are those that beat Eumenes? Eumen. His, my Soveraign; Himself i'th' head of conquest drawing home, An old man now to offer up his glories, And endless conquest at your shrine. King. Goe all, And entertain him with all Ceremonie, We'l keep him now a Courtier. Eumen. Sir, a strange one, Pray God his language bear it; by my life, Sir He knows no complement, nor curious casting Of words into fit places e're he speak 'em, He can say fight well fellow, and I'le thank thee: He that must eat, must fight; bring up the rear there, Or charge that wing of horse home. [Flourish. King. Goe too, goe too. ......Buy Now (To Read More)

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Ebook Number: 35000
Author: Beaumont, Francis
Release Date: Jan 18, 2011
Format: eBook
Language: English

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Contributor (Author): Fletcher, John, 1579-1625