Fisher, Jasper · published 1633 · first performed or written 1625 [c.1611-1633] (Annals) history · at University unassigned nearest T53 The crown: kingship claimed, resigned an · 498 words
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I do confess, You may complain aloud, And tear the Element with a dolorous note: Call down Astraea from her crystal chair, Or call up Nemesis from the direful deep, To expiate your wrongs. Else would the Manes of your father slain, In a white sheet come sliding to your Bed: And be revenged on you. He gave you life; How can you better spend it, than to wreak His death and slaughter? But our case and Cause, Brother, is not the same: Eulinus slew His innocent friend; And we defend the fact; With hostile noise drowning law's reverent voice: But Murder outcries Both. Give me then leave To be a Neutral: My young years unfit For any desperate course, can but complain: The King our Uncle doth not use us well. usurpers use this method still: At first He as Protector slily got the stern, During our nonage: Then the Commons voice, Bought with a fawning brow, and popular grace, Confirms his Regiment: we appointed shares, With empty titles to beguile our thoughts, Like puppet-Lords, dressed up with crown and scarf, Glad that we live, and hunt, and reign over brutes. Our Uncle is the King. So when he saw, His throne established, and his foes repulsed, Grown big with prosperous fortune, proudly spurns All fear of God or man. His anger nursed by jealousys must feed On PRINCE's flesh, who lose both state and life, If they but look awry. A tyrant's growth Reared up by Ruins, thence may learn his fall: For whom all fear, He justly feareth all. In Antiphones thus tune we female plaints: But plots and force beseem us. Thus. Great Caesar Shall pull him down below us. Thou Mandubrace, Sure pledges take of our revolt, and quickly Implore his aid: blow up his drooping fire With hopeful terms. But let him stronger come. I fly unseen, as charmers in a mist. Grateful Revenge, whose sharp-sweet relish fats My apprehensive Soul. Though all were pared of, Which doth accrue from Fortune, and a man left As barely poor, as Nature thrust him out: Nay worse, though spirits boil, rage, anger, care, And grief like wild-horse tear the affrighted mind: Though wrongs excoriate the heart: yet all is sweetened, If vengeance have her course. I wreak not how; Let Commonwealth expire, and owls proclaim Sad desolation in our Halls; Let heaps Of dust and rubbage Epitaph our towns; Let fire and water fight, who first shall spoil This universal frame. From North, or South, Revenge, thouart welcome. No sin worse than pity: A tyrant's only physic is Phlebotomy. Rejoice O Britanie, Britain O rejoice: The stormy cloud passed over, And only made a noise. A clattering sound was heard; And still we felt no wound: Rejoice; Rejoice: Thou happy Britain ground. O that sweet plenidh, Eloquent Orone, Were now to chant our victories, With a melodious tone: And rousing Echo from the dales, With harmony to sound: Rejoice; Rejoice: Thou happy Britain ground.
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I doe confesse, You may complaine aloud, And teare the Element with a dolorous note: Call downe Astraea from her chrystall chayre, Or call vp Nemesis from the dyrefull deepe, To expiate your wrongs. Else would the Manes of your father slaine, In a white sheet come sliding to your Bed: And be reveng'd on you. He gaue you life; How can you better spend it, than to wreake His death and slaughter? But our case and Cause, Brother, is not the same: Eulinus slew His innocent friend; And we defend the fact; With hostile noyse drowning Lawe's reuerent voyce: But Murder out-cries Both. Giue me then leaue To be a Neutrall: My young yeeres vnfit For any desperate course, can but complaine: The King our Vncle doth not vse vs well. Vsurpers vse this method still: At first Hee as Protector flily got the sterne, During our nonage: Then the Commons voyce, Bought with a fawning brow, and popular grace, Confirmes his Regiment: Wee appointed shares, With emptie titles to beguile our thoughts, Like puppet-Lords, drest vp with crowne and skarfe, Glad that wee liue, and hunt, and raigne ore brutes. Our Vncle is the King. So when he saw, His throne establish'd, and his foes repuls'd, Growne bigge with prosperous fortune, proudly spurnes All feare of God or man. His anger nurst by iealousies must feed On Princes flesh, who loose both state and life, If they but looke awry. A tyrants growth Rear'd vp by Ruines, thence may learne his fall: For whom all feare, Hee iustly feareth all. In Antiphones thus tune wee female plaints: But plots and force beseeme vs. Thus. Great Caesar Shall pull him downe below vs. Thou Mandubrace, Sure pledges take of our revolt, and quickly Implore his ayd: blow vp his drooping fire With hopefull termes. But let him stronger come. I flye vnseene, as charmers in a myst. Gratefull Reuenge, whose sharp-sweet rellish fats My apprehensiue Soule. Though all were par'd of, Which doth accrue from Fortune, and a man left As barely poore, as Nature thrust him out: Nay worse, though spirits boyle, rage, anger, care, And griefe like wild-horse teare the affrighted mind: Though wrongs excoriate the heart: yet all is sweetned, If vengeance haue her course. I wreake not how; Let Common-wealth expire, and owles proclaime Sad desolation in our Halls; Let heapes Of dust and rubbage Epitaph our townes; Let fire and water fight, who first shall spoyle This vniuersall frame. From North, or South, Reuenge, th'art wellcome. No sin worse than pitty: A tyrants onely physicke is Phlebotomy. Reioyce O Britanie, Britaine O reioyce: The stormy cloud past ouer, And onely made a noise. A clattering sound was heard; And still we felt no wound: Reioyce; Reioyce: Thou happy Britaine ground. O that sweet plenidh, Eloquent Orone, Were now to chaunt our victories, With a melodious tone: And rowsing Echo from the dales, With harmony to sound: Reioyce; Reioyce: Thou happy Britaine ground.