Penny Dreadfuls, 1602 · page 68 of 400
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# This Page from *Albions England* This is a page of running verse poetry, not a penny dreadful as initially described. The text presents a tragic love story in early modern English verse: a character named Doracles grieves over the death of Daphles, a queen who died for unrequited love. The passage describes Doracles' despair at her tomb, where he declares his own life forfeit in recompense for her loss, before stabbing himself with a dagger. The verse concludes by noting this tragic matter suited the style of someone named Cacus, though merrier content might have been more appropriate for restraint.
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A ilas as( then did fhe rou in jaca) var pada were by, To take it ftom his cies, not eares, that 1 for him doedie: d leat spethaps,be would confeffle my loue tobe no lie. ] Bu (Want-wit 1) offenfiue fights to Doracles I craue: Lc -ong line deare Hart,not minding me when Lam laid in oraue, f A nd you (my Lords)by thofe fame Goddes, whofe fight I hope a , ci oniure that ye hin inuett your King when Lam gon. Alonely fay Lliu’d and died to him aLouer true, And that my parting Ghoft did found,fweete Doracles adue. aie concluding {uch her words, theclofed vp hereye : Not one of vs,bebolding it,that feemed not to die, dus to your Grace | leaue to gefle howtragick Daphies died: I in Tuc my Lord,yealouing you,that her of Loue denied, ~The piCture,and this fame difcourfe afford fufficient woe To him,that,maimed in his minde,did to his Pallace goe. ‘ heare Doracles did fetabroacha world of thingsforgot: Vhat meaneft thou man? (ah frantick man ) how art thou ouerfhot He {aid) to hate the {ubftance then and louethe fhadow now, er painted boord,whofe amorous hart did breake whilft I not bow 2. A And couldft thou churlifh wretch,cOtemn the loue of fuch a Queene ? fe) Gods,I graunt forfuch contempt I iuftly bide your teene. Her Br oncly beautie (worthy Joxe,that now on me hath power) | /as worthie of farre worthier Loue,without a further dower. But gaze thou on her fenceles Signe, whofe felte thou mad'ft thy pny And gazing peri(h: for thy life is debt to her decay, Time going on, greefe it grewe on,of dolour fprung difpaire, When Doracles to Daphles Tombe did fecretly repaire: 4 tablet a preface to the reft)thefe only words he fpake : Thy Loue was loffe, for loffe my life in recompence do take, ¢ Deare Daphles. So adaggers ftab a Tragedie did make. _ Well did this Tragicke matter fortto Cacus Tragicke vaine : 31 putt merrier matter did behoue fuch humour to reftraine. “ . ba e én ee Om I Ee a ee That , * ne an > ao oe Ye a Gomiebooks:¢ 5% s " . + ¢ > ‘ * wa 7 . * 6 ’ 4 4 oe) Fr°. ) oS" " ‘ f TE, - ’ P , . r) MK 8 he wid | es eae e on . 4 eve “re ee Wy : we PN eR) A hal wie