Sapho and Phao played beefore the Queenes Maiestie on Shroue-tewsday by Her Maiesties children and the boyes of Paules.
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Sapho and Phao played beefore the Queenes Maiestie on Shroue-tewsday by Her Maiesties children and the boyes of Paules.
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Lyly, John, 1554?-1606.
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Imprinted at London :: For Thomas Cadman,
1584.
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Sappho -- Drama.
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"Sapho and Phao played beefore the Queenes Maiestie on Shroue-tewsday by Her Maiesties children and the boyes of Paules." In the digital collection Early English Books Online. https://name.umdl.umich.edu/A06625.0001.001. University of Michigan Library Digital Collections. Accessed May 8, 2024.
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Actus quartus, Schaena prima.
Venus, Sapho, Cupid.
Venus.
Sapho, I haue heard thy complaintes, and pit∣tied
thine agonies.
Sapho.
O Venus, my cares are onely knowne to thee,
and by thee only came the cause. Cupid, why didst thou
wound me so deepe?
Cupid.
My mother bad me draw mine arrow to ye head.
Sapho.
Venus, why didst thou proue so hatefull?
Venus.
Cupid tooke a wrong shafte.
Sapho.
O Cupid too vnkinde, to make me so kind, that
almost I transgresse the modestie of my kinde.
Cupid.
I was blind, and could not see mine arrow.
Sapho.
How came it to passe, thou didst hit my hearte?
Cupid.
That came by the nature of the head, which be
ing once let out of the bowe, cā finde none other ligh∣ting
place but the heart.
Venus.
Be not dismaide, Phao shall yeelde.
Sapho.
If hee yeelde, then shal I shame to embrace one
so meane if not, die: because I cannot embrace one so
meane. Thus doe I finde no meane.
Venus.
Well, I will worke for thee. Farewell.
Sapho.
Farewell sweet Venus, and thou Cupid, which
art sweetest in thy sharpenesse.
Exit Sapho.
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