Goffe, Thomas · published 1633 · first performed or written 1617 [c.1613-c.1618] (Annals) tragedy · at University unassigned nearest T53 The crown: kingship claimed, resigned an · 481 words
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Nay, Pylady, see here, O give me leave to descant on these bones: This was my Father's scull; but who can know Whether it were some subject's scull, or no: Where be these Princely eyes, commanding face, The brave Majestic look, the Kingly grace, where's the imperious frown, the Godlike smile, The graceful tongue, that spoke a soldier's style? Ha, ha, worms eat them: could no princely look, No line of eloquence writ in this book, Command, nor yet persuade the worms away! Rebellious worms! could a King bear no sway? Injurious worms! what could no flesh serve, But Kings for you? By heaven you all shall starve: Had I but known't; what must my father make A feast for you? O ye devouring creatures! Now some Archilocus to help him make Vengeful iambics, that would make these worms To burst themselves; Passion must please itself by words, grief told itself doth ease. You cowardly bones, would you be thus unclothed By little crawling worms! by Ioue I never thought My Father's bones could e'er have been such cowards: O you ungrateful worms how have you used him; See their ingratitude: O ambitious creatures, How they still domineer, o'er a king's carcase, How could they think Orestes, when thou cam'st to the crown That thou shouldst bear, that these should eat thy father, True? Pylades, should not I rend their maws, device some new tortures? O most horrible treason, That worms should come unto a great king's face, And eat his eyes: why, I would undertake But at one stamp to kill a thousand of 'em, And I will kill these: Go you Kings-eating creatures: I will mar All your digestion. Alas, where be his wits? He stands declaiming against senseless worms, And turns more senseless than the worms themselves; where's now the oracle you should consult, The great Magician, now the Centaurs thought Shall be example to all future years, And now transcend Proserpina's invention, Ha, hast thou found them out, ha, were they worms? O prithee laugh not at me me, call her, call her; Whilst I stand gathering up my Father's bones, His dear disjected bones; O, I remember, here Ran the strong sinews, 'twixt his knitting joints, Here to this bone was joined his Princely arm, Here stood the hand that bore this warlike shield, And on this little joint was placed the head, That Atlas-like bore up the weight of Greece, Here, here betwixt these hollow yawning jaws Stood once a tongue, which with one little word Could have commanded thousand souls to death: Good hands endure this your weighty task, And good eyes strive not to make moist his bones With weeping tears: What sin's our Procustes ever could Have hacked a King into such things as these; Alas her's every part now so deformed, I know not which was his, yet all was his.
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Nay, Pylady, see here, O giue me leaue to descant on these bones: This was my Fathers scull; but who can know Whether it were some subiects scull, or no: Where be these Princely eyes, commanding face, The braue Maiesticke looke, the Kingly grace, Wher's the imperious frowne, the Godlike smile, The gracefull tongue, that spoke a souldiers stile? Ha, ha, worms eate them: could no princely looke, No line of eloquence writ in this booke, Command, nor yet perswade the worms away! Rebellious worms! could a King beare no sway? Iniurious worms! what could no flesh serue, But Kings for you? By heauen you all shall sterue: Had I but known't; what must my father make A feast for you? O ye deuouring creatures! Now some Archilocus to helpe him make Vengefull Iambiques, that would make these worms To burst themselues; Passion must please It selfe by words, griefe told it selfe doth ease. You cowardly bones, would you be thus vncloth'd By little crawling wormes! by Ioue I neuer thought My Fathers bones could e're haue beene such cowards: O you vngratefull wormes how haue you vs'd him; See their ingratitude: O ambitious creatures, How they still domineere, or`e a Kings carcasse, How could they thinke Orestes, when thou cam'st to the crown That thou shouldst beare, that these should eate thy father, True? Pylades, should not I rend their maws, Deuise some new tortures? O most horrible treason, That worms should come vnto a great Kings face, And eate his eyes: why, I would vndertake But at one stampe to kill a thousand of 'em, And I will kill these: Goe you Kings-eating creatures: I will marre All your digestion. Alas, where be his wits? He stands declaming against senselesse worms, And turnes more senslesse then the worms themselues; Wher's now the oracle you should consult, The great Magician, now the Centaurs thought Shall be example to all future yeers, And now transcend Proserpina's inuention, Ha, hast thou found them out, ha, were they worms? O prethe laugh not at me me, call her, call her; Whilst I stand gathering vp my Fathers bones, His deare disiected bones; O, I remember, here Ran the strong sinews, twixt his knitting ioynts, Here to this bone was ioyn'd his Princely arme, Here stood the hand that bare this warlike shield, And on this little ioynt was place't the head, That Atlas-like bare vp the weight of Greece, Here, here betwixt these hollow yawning iaws Stood once a tongue, which with one little word Could haue commanded thousand souls to death: Good hands indure this your weighty taske, And good eyes striue not to make moyst his bones With weeping teares: What sin's our Procustes euer could Haue hackt a King into such things as these; Alas her's euery part now so deform'd, I know not which was his, yet all was his.