Fisher, Jasper · published 1633 · first performed or written 1625 [c.1611-1633] (Annals) history · at University unassigned nearest T50 Fleets, armies and generals: war by sea · 494 words
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No mediator is so fit as Comius: And here's the man. Do not the dangers which environ you, Call for a good conclusion? which I wish As friend to both sides. No Comius: There is more behind, than Caesar Hath overrun: Our Charioteers still drive, Our harness still is worn: Through woods and lakes we'll tire his dainty soldiers: Then set fire On Towns, and sacrifice ourselves, our wives, Our goods, and cattle, in one public flame: That wind may blow our ashes in his face. So shall dead Elements curse your causeless fury. Rather conclude some friendly peace. Thus far we hear you: If with honoured terms, And royal looks, he will accept our faith: We will obey, but never serve. I'll undertake as much. Thus civil war by me, and factious broils, Deface this goodly land: I am revenged: The cause Eulinus dead, my Anger dies. He is our Uncle, and in danger's mouth; Both claim relenting pity. Whom peace made A rampant Lion, war hath made a Lamb. Caesar shall not proceed, for private ends, To captivate our I'll: whose clamorous curse Doth knock, I know, at heaven's Star-nailed gates: For that Ioues bird, imped with our plumes, o'erfly The Ocean's wall; To seek her prey in Britain. ay, we have made a Rod for our own backs: Fetters of gold are fetters. No gap worse To let destruction in by, than to call A foreign aid: who having seen our weakness, And tasted once the fatness of our land, Is not so easily thrust out, as admitted. Such medicine is worse than the malady, Fretting the bowels of our kingdom. I know their hatred just; and here resign All my birthright to thee, my second self: I must forsake my country's sight, and seek New fortunes with this Emperor; In hope To be raised up, by his now rising wheel. O, do not so, dear Brother. So to part, Were to divide one Individual Soul. Nor think me so ambitious: I can live A private life, and see a regal Crown, With no more entry than I see the Sun, Glitter above me. Let not Lud's two sons Be parted by a Sea: I hold your presence, At higher price than a whole kingdom's pomp. Keep then your right: like those admired twins, Let us rejoice, mourn, live, and die together. You shall a Sceptre gain. And lose a Brother. Bear you the Sovereign power of this land. A body politic must on two legs stand: I'll bear a part, so to diminish envy. I must away, and shun the people's eye. If to yourself unkind, be kind to me: For my sake stay at home: why will you fly? Think you a stepdame soil gives sweeter sap? I: For trees transplanted do more goodly grow. And I'll count men but stocks, when they do so. I am resolved: All troubles brought asleep: To leave you with a parting kiss.
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No mediator is so fit as Comius: And heer's the man. Doe not the dangers which enuiron you, Call for a good conclusion? which I wish As friend to both sides. No Comius: There is more behind, than Caesar Hath ouer-runne: Our Chariotters still driue, Our harnesse still is worne: Through woods and lakes Wee'l tire his daintie souldiers: Then set fire On Townes, and sacrifice our selues, our wiues, Our goods, and cattell, in one publike flame: That wind may blow our ashes in his face. So shall dead Elements curse your causelesse fury. Rather conclude some friendly peace. Thus farre we heare you: If with honoured termes, And royall lookes, he will accept our faith: We will obey, but neuer serue. I'le vndertake as much. Thus ciuill warre by me, and factious broyles, Deface this goodly land: I am reueng'd: The cause Eulinus dead, my Anger dies. He is our Vncle, and in danger's mouth; Both claime relenting pitty. Whom peace made A rampant Lyon, warre hath made a Lambe. Caesar shall not proceede, for priuate ends, To captiuate our Ile: whose clamorous curse Doth knock, I know, at Heauens Starre-nailed gates: For that Ioues bird, impt with our plumes, ore-flew The Oceans wall; To seeke her prey in Britaine. I, we haue made a Rod for our owne backes: Fetters of gold are fetters. No gap worse To let destruction in by, than to call A forraine aide: who hauing seene our weaknesse, And tasted once the fatnesse of our land, Is not so easily thrust out, as admitted. Such medicine is worse than the maladie, Fretting the bowells of our kingdome. I know their hatred iust; and heere resigne All my birth-right to thee, my second selfe: I must forsake my Countries sight, and seeke New fortunes with this Emperour; In hope To be rais'd vp, by his now rising wheele. O, doe not so, deare Brother. So to part, Were to diuide one Indiuiduall Soule. Nor thinke me so ambitious: I can liue A priuate life, and see a regall Crowne, With no more entry than I see the Sunne, Glitter aboue me. Let not Lud's two sonnes Be parted by a Sea: I hold your presence, At higher price than a whole kingdomes pomp. Keepe then your right: like those admired twinnes, Let vs reioyce, mourne, liue, and die together. You shall a Scepter gaine. And loose a Brother. Beare you the Soueraigne power of this land. A body politicke must on two legges stand: I'le beare a part, so to diminish enuy. I must away, and shun the peoples eie. If to your selfe vnkind, be kind to me: For my sake stay at home: why will you flie? Thinke you a stepdame soile giues sweeter sappe? I: For trees transplanted do more goodly grow. And I'le count men but stockes, when they do so. I am resolu'd: All troubles brought a sleepe: To leaue you with a parting kisse.