Fisher, Jasper · published 1633 · first performed or written 1625 [c.1611-1633] (Annals) history · at University T2 Roman politics: senate, consuls and civi typicality 0.74 · 489 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T2: rome, caesar, senate, sulla, roman, consul, brutus, romans, men, marius.
All thanks I render: your will shall guide ours, With treble-twisted love we'll strive to make One Soul inform three Bodies, keeping still The same affections both in good and ill. Now am I for a hunting match. You thickets Shelter a Boar, which spoils the ploughman's hope: Whose jaws with double sword, whose back is armed With bristled Pikes; whose fume inflames the air, And foam besnows the trampled Corn. This Beast I long to see come smoking to a feast. Here comes my Belgic friend, Landora's servant: What news, Rollano, that thy feet so strive To have precedence of each other? Speak, I read disturbed passions on thy brow. My trembling heart quavers upon my tongue, That scarce I can with broken sounds vent forth These sad, strange, sudden, dreary, dismal news. A Merchant's ship arrived tells, how the Roman Having run Gaul quite through with bloody arms, Prepares for you: His navy rigged in bay, Only expects a gale: Farther, they say, A pinnace landed, from him brings command, Either to lose your freedom, or your land. And dares proud Caesar back our untamed surges? Dreads he not our Sea-monsters? whose wild shapes Their Theatres near yet in Picture saw. Come Sirs, To arms, To arms: Let speedy posts Summon our petty Kings, and muster up Our valorous nations from the North, and West. Androgeus haste you to the Scots and Pictes, Two Names, which now Albania's kingdom share: Entreat their aid, if not for love, yet fear: For new foes should imprint swift-equal fear Through all the arteries of our I'll. Belinus, thy authority must rouse The vulgar troops within my special charge, Fire the Beacons, strike alarms loud, Raise all the country 'gainst this common Foe: we'll soon confront him in his full career; This news more moves my choler, than my fear. I am by birth a Belgic, whence I fled To Germany, for fear of Roman Arms: But when their bridge bridled the stately Rhine, I soon returned, And thought to hide my head In this soft haltions nest, this Britain I'll. But now, behold, Mars is a nursing here, And 'gins to speak aloud. Is no nook safe from Rome? do they still haunt me? Some peaceful God transport me through the air, Beyond cold Thule, or the sun's Bedchamber, Where only Swine or Goats do live and reign. Yet these may fight. Place me, where quiet Peace Hushes all storms, where sleep and silence dwell, Where never man nor beast did wrong the soil, Or crop the Firstfruits, Or made so much noise As with their breath. But foolish thoughts adieu: Now catch I must, or stand, or fall with you. The Court a wardrobe is of living shapes: And Ladies are the tissue-spangled suits, Which Nature wears on festival high days. The Court a Spring, each madam is a Rose. The Court is Heaven, fair Ladies are the Stars.
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All thankes I render: your will shall guide ours, With treble-twisted loue wee'l striue to make One Soule informe three Bodyes, keeping still The same affections both in good and ill. Now am I for a hunting match. You thickets Shelter a Boare, which spoyles the plough-mans hope: Whose iawes with double sword, whose backe is armd With bristled Pykes; whose fume inflames the ayre, And fome be-snowes the trampled Corne. This Beast I long to see come smoaking to a feast. Heere comes my Belgicke friend, Landoraes seruant: What newes, Rollano, that thy feet so striue To haue precedence of each other? Speake, I read disturbed passions on thy brow. My trembling hart quauers vpon my tongue, That scarce I can with broken sounds vent forth These sad, strange, sudden, dreary, dismall newes. A Merchants ship arriu'd tells, how the Romane Hauing run Gaule quite through with bloody armes, Prepares for you: His nauy rigg'd in bay, Onely expects a gale: Farther, they say, A pinnace landed, from him brings command, Either to loose your freedome, or your land. And dares proud Caesar backe our vn-tam'd surges? Dreads he not our Sea-monsters? whose wild shapes Their Theaters neere yet in Picture saw. Come Sirs, To armes, To armes: Let speedy poasts Summon our petty Kings, and muster vp Our valourous nations from the North, and West. Androgeus hast you to the Scots and Pictes, Two Names, which now Albaniaes kingdome share: Entreat their aide, if not for loue, yet feare: For new foes should imprint swift-equall feare Through all the arteries of our Ile. Belinus, thy authority must rouse The vulgar troopes within my speciall charge, Fire the Beacons, strike alarums loud, Raise all the countrey gainst this common Foe: Wee'l soone confront him in his full careere; This newes more moues my choller, then my feare. I am by birth a Belgicke, whence I fled To Germany, for feare of Romane Armes: But when their bridge brideled the stately Rhine, I soone returnd, And thought to hide my head In this soft Halcyons neast, this Britaine Ile. But now, behold, Mars is a nursing heere, And gins to speake aloud. Is no nooke safe from Rome? doe they still haunt me? Some peacefull God transport me through the ayre, Beyond cold Thule, or the Sunnes Bed-chamber, Where only Swine or Goates doe liue and raigne. Yet these may fight. Place me, where quiet Peace Hushes all stormes, where sleepe and silence dwell, Where neuer man nor beast did wrong the soyle, Or cropp the First-fruites, Or made so much noyse As with their breath. But foolish thoughts adieu: Now catch I must, or stand, or fall with you. The Court a wardrobe is of liuing shapes: And Ladies are the tissue-spangled suites, Which Nature weares on festiuall high dayes. The Court a Spring, each Madame is a Rose. The Court is Heauen, faire Ladies are the Starres.