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love_n	heaven_n	love_v	soul_n	5,739	5	5.0400	4	true

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A94057	The floating island a tragi-comedy, acted before his Majesty at Oxford, Aug. 29. 1636. by the students of Christ-Church. / Written by William Strode, late orator of the University of Oxford. The aires and songs set by Mr. Henry Lavves, servant to his late Majesty in his publick and private musick.	Strode, William, 1600 or 1601-1645.; Lawes, Henry, 1569-1662.	1655 (1655)	Wing S5983; Thomason E844_8; ESTC R203677	40,616	49

on earth have travl'd to their home With such provision Tast One tast of these Forever frees from Hunger Thirst Want Griefe These are receites for immortality Tim. But through a mortal way Desp That sleeping Dos Will steal thy fearful soul insensibly Tim. Then that shall bear me hood-wink'd unto Lethe There I 'le forget my wrongs Hil. Manners however First let the Queen begin I broke that Rule My selfe and therefore m•m Well danc'd youd Scaffold He falls into a Chaire Desp These things the most of you desir'd All want Y' are wellcome all Hil. No no more I thank you Desp Death to the wretched soul as needful is As sleep unto the weary Why should men Condemnd to misery thus toile to mend Their Fates which cannot alter Hil. This Desperate What a gift he has he never was at th' University Never took Orders and yet lectures as good Divinity As commonly we finde in most Dutch Systems Or City-conventicles Desp Pleases your Highnesse To chuse and give the signal that we all May waite upon your dying Fan Reach me then The witty poyson Am. Me the loving mixt That when I die embracing her Idea My Soul may keep that print and bear from hence A heaven within me He that stript of flesh And lust still loves will shew true love indeed But you Malevolo shall take my part Mel. My place in heaven is sure what need I hast Yes 'cause I live in hell Desp Then take these banes Mentioned before Hil. Do as good he poyson thee As thou else drown thy selfe Mel. Poyson I have too much Already and in vain Reach me your halter Hil. Hoh hoh hoh a halter a dagger he 's so rotten He 'l ne're hold hanging Now for my part sleep Kills me sufficiently I le die before hand Conc. In lust I liv'd with man to kill that sin Lend me that ponyard so I 'le manly die Fug This Bodkin is my husband this alone Shall know my flesh and finde I was a Virgin Au. Come joyn Irato as we liv'd le ts hang Two nooses and one rope will serve us both Ir. T is a dogs death and therefore not unfit Hil. Hoh hoh hoh Mal. Choice I neglect whatever can dispatch Loath'd life is sweet My hate would faine turn home But cannot Still me thinks I feele content In seeing such a fruitful race of mischeife Because it sprung from me If Fancies madnesse Had not unhing'd the course of my design And brought remedilesse confusion On all the Passions here at once unseen Beloved and honor'd I with Art and Pleasure Had done what Desperato does by chance He onely held the Net I hunted in The store of game The praise is mine And now I die not with remorse of hate but want Of objects to be hated Thus the worme Having consum'd the Orb wherein it liv'd Doth lastly turn its hunger on it selfe Should I survive I could not finde more work Unlesse I learn d to pitty what is done That 's worse then death Desp When I have rid you all If I slink off let all the world besides Fling stones In such good company to fall Must needs be lightsome And before out death A Hymne is necessary Then sing good Fellow An Attendant sings in a base Come heavy souls oppressed with the weight Of Crimes or Pangs or want of your delight Come down in Lethe's sleepy lake Whatever makes you ake Drink health from poyson'd bowles Breathe out your cares together with your souls Cool Death 's a salve Which all may have There 's no distinction in the grave Lay down your loads before deaths iron dore Sigh and sigh out groan once and groan no more SCENA VIII Enter towards the end of the song Intellectus Agens with a book Livebyhope and Morphe Au. Ha! thou com'st to challeng but thou art spirit I cannot wound thee Stay some few short minutes Till I have quite undress'd me of my flesh And stand on equal termes then I will fight Else if thou canst kill me and take my flesh Then I 'le kill thee again Thus o're and o're Wel'l kill each other and be ghosts by turnes Ir. My anger is not high I onely guess He comes to shew the way to following ghosts Fan I gave him once a house my most remote Perchance 't is in Elysium he invites me Am. But Morphe stands as if she bid me come Like a clear spirit fitly to salute her Mal. Why should that sight fling Ice into this heart Tim. and Fug. O horrid Desp Come what will I can but die Mal. Hath this shrewd Scholer conjur'd up these ghosts Int. I see you are amazd the snares of death Are tangled on your hands you think these sights A pair of ghosts feel and when you feel them True flesh alive and warme next you must know They are a token sent from Prudentius Am. How from Prudentius hath he rais'd the dead And wretched both at once and sent me Morphe Fan And giv'n me hope again a dainty show Who'ere contriv'd it Am. Be thou shade or substance Since thou appear'st in such a lovely shap My soul I 'e mingle with thine airy hand And strive to suck from thence the hated poyson But soft I may do rashly Int. Know once more These are not ghosts nor ever were but live Preserv'd with care and sent with love from him Whom ye refus'd your King Prudentius Am. By heav'n true flesh and warme Fan Why speaks not Hope If he have breath Ir. Speak free us from thy blood For which we have been angry with our selves Au. Speak if thou canst thou must Liv I fear'd to startle Unsettled heads with unexpected speech High Mistresse your distracted griefe for me Had almost kill'd me when I was recover'd Fan I am recover'd by this voice Then tell me Thy preservation Liv Audax and Irato Know how they left me Au. Kill us for amends Liv Alas your death's would profit me no more Then mine could you but gracious Intellectus Found and releiv'd me while Sir Amorous Carri'd in Morphe Int. Him I took up gasping Temper'd like Ice before it thaw and crack In such a glimmering state of doubtful life As Candles have before they blaze and vanish Mal. These ropes will all be mine Int. And her I sav'd By looking on her mixt and poysnous physick The simples I extracted and gave out The same effect which likely would have follow'd Am. Pardon my fault I nothing mixt but love Those villaines added poison Mor. Heav'n forgive As I forgive you all Am. Give me some poyson Int. Liv. and Mor. stay him You stay me too Mor. Although I love thee not Beyond an honest man I cannot see Thee die neglected Hil. What a coile is here With ghosts I cannot take my rest for ghosts People y' ar wellcome to this world How fare My fellow sleepers ghosts your Country-men Int. Thank not my care for this but thank Prudentius Ask not what Genius sent me to releive Expiring Hope

Conspires to bear down Innocence Hold heart Hold my weake spirits for if this continue I shall grow desperate SCENA VIII Enter to her Malevolo Fug Pitty me Father My name is stain'd beyond all patience Sir Timerous having foolishly put on My shape in stead of me was rudely ravish'd By blustring Audax The reproach is mine You know a darksome cloud can much obscure The face of water though as pure as Christal Mal. Audax shall rue this base attempt whose shadow Blots your opinion and portends more danger Unto your Person Cast your cares on me Fug I may communicate not cast them off Ex Fug. Mal. I thought to use him in a bold design Gainst Liveby and I will 't is dangerous Unto himselfe If combat raine one Vengeance persues the other thus I le make The vanquish'd and the victor both my prey And whilst they fight my selfe shall win the day SCENA IX Enter by him Irato and Audax quarreling Ir. What you that Office know your turn give place First to your betters You be General Au. Yes I. And know that whilst I hold a Sword To prove my worth the Sun beholds none better Neither your Lordship nor Controwlership Can dastard me Ir. But I shall teach you distance Au. Make me draw back one inch and gain this place Then thou gain'st That Be calmer good Irato Ir. Unwing the Lightning stop Araxes floods Then mayest thou stop my wrath and guard thy selfe Against my stroke Mal. Hold hold what means this Fury May I be Umpire in your difference Au. Know it you may this feirce and haughty Lord Crosses my aime and stands Competitour For what he understands not to be General Ir. Not understand give way Malevolo Au. You may be fit to quarrel in a Tavern But not to lead an Army Ir. Give me scope Unlesse thou wouldst be broach'd on the same blade And coupled plung in Styx open the way Mal. Why would you seek this Office Ir. Cause I scorn That any man should be prefer'd before me Mal. And why would you Au. Because I can do service And would gain honour equal unto His Mal. There 's yet no Army levi'd there 's no cause But doubtful Rumour Au. When there is I le lead it Mal. Yes both alike while you contend for shadows Liveby will bear the substance from you both Rid him then you may talk Au. What sayes Irato Ir. Agreed Mal. Then you shall take him now in th' Evening Comming from Intellectus there 's his haunt Ex. Ir. Au. Now try your fury on a third for I Stanch'd not this combat out of love but hate To turn them hot and mad on Liveby's blood That done meet seas again I 'le be no Isthmus But spur their heat and clap them on the shoulder For I my selfe first rais'd this bruite of war For fuel of some new commotion Which luckily takes fire betwixt these two SCENA X. Enter by him Amorous and Musitian Then Morphe Mal. Now Amorous you sit in Fortunes lap Your Mistresse sits in yours you spend your dayes In Honour and Delight Am. I shall the more If with your liking Mal. Mine I am your Theme For mirth at Court one of your Hobby-horses And glad of such perferment but I 'le dash And poyson your sweet delicates Am. Your hate Ex. Mal. Shall not break off my Scene of Love Stand there And send thy notes like shafts through Morphe's Eare Musitian Sings Sweet Morphe lend a feeling eare To the soft straines wherein I bear My soul and sigh it out to thee Compos'd of sweeter harmony With one kind word or smile Reprive the man a while Who life doth crave Thy print to save And feares to make his breast thy Pictures grave Mor. Above Why do you trouble both your selfe and me With such fond circumstance of open wooing Am. I 'm glad at any rate to hear your voice Though sent in chiding But my dearest Morphe I have a businesse to you from the Queen Besides mine own Mor. This you pretend to wrong me Though I be loyal yet my loyalty Ought not to make me Traytor to my selfe Am. If I be false or any way immodest Accuse and shun me Mor. Shall I then believe you Am. Adde to that curse a greater if you can And may it fall upon me Mor. Well I come Mor. descends Am. Now having liberty to act my will No Law but this vain curse to hold me in How shall I bear my self Mor. What wills the Queen Am. She calls you to her company at Court She wants your privacy you likewise want Her publick presence O you wrong your beauty By shutting such a Jewel from the gaze Of solemne adoration Mor. Pray excuse me If I have beauty let me keep it well The various Fashions and new Fancies there In the opinion of us plainer beauties Do but Sophisticate the Elements Of native Colour and distort the lines Of proper figure What should I do there Say I am sickly as this newes hath made me Farewell Sir Amorous Am. Nay t is not modesty But blunt stupidity to part so soon May I not walk and take you by the arme And passe a faire discourse what hurt in This May I not feed my spirits with the aire That fans your cheekes lighten mine eye from yours Is this immodest Mor. Hark Am. 'T is the clash of weapons SCENA XI Enter Live by hope persued by Audax and Irato They speed him and pass along Liv Help Amorous help O it comes too late Am. Ignoble Swords and bloody butcherers Who would believe that two such Hercules Should joyn against a single Hylas thus It was not manly Morphe O my life Mor. Sownes This hideous sight hath struck her gentle spirits With frighted numnesse Water spirits help Enter Mus. and out again Out strip the wind fly for a Physitian I 'le rub her Temples rouze her by the name Which she best knows Morphe Liv O! Am. Life there appears Is there none here how should I save them both Help there 't is but a Sowne I feele some breath I 'le bear her hence O that my armes might clasp Ex. Am Her living thus and willing SCENA XII Enter Intellectus Agens Int. Hence did thrill That peircing noise What 's here see false mine eyes Poor Liveby slaine then for thy Soveraignes favour Thou diedst a Martyr Liv O Intellectus help Int. He speaks ther 's hope of life If Art can save A thrid so mangled thus I le bear thee to 't Although my breast have us'd to bear it's burden Ex. Int. bearing Liv. Within and not without Am. above Looke carefully Unto your Lady Let the Physitan First speak with me Now to my second loade He descends What vanish'd I have heard of walking ghosts Never of walking carcasses Then surely The Murderers have drag'd him hence His blood Will rise upon their cheekes and it shall speak Lowd on my Tongue SCENA XIII Enter by him Fancie in a Turbant Fuga