Heywood, Thomas · published 1636 · first performed or written 1635 [1634-1636] (Annals) tragicomedy · King's Men · Blackfriars unassigned nearest T59 Spanish courts: war, honour and courtshi · 486 words
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Here's both their Ransoms, And there's both the slaves, A better pennyworth of flesh and blood Turk never sold. Nor Christian but a Spaniard Would ere have bought. Oh yes, your English Jews, they'll buy and sell their fathers, prostrate their wives, and make money of their own children, the male stews can witness that: come on Sir, you must along. How, must? And shall, prating you English slave? You know me now? Yes truly, for a Tyrant, And bloody hangman: had I known thee half so well. When on the Deck I had thee at my mercy, I would have ground my sword upon thy bones, And writ my freedom in thy blood. I live, To do the like by thee— And I breathe yet, To dare thee to thy utmost: and may win More honour of thee, by my manly suffering, Than thou, by base inflicting: My friend and I Like two chain-bullets, side by side, will fly Thorough the jaws of death. A strong resolve, But I shall quickly weaken, sunder them, With him there— quick, that Paper will point out Diet and lodging for him. Sunder them? that word Falls colder on me than the rheum of Death. Then you'll not fly like bullets in the jaws Of Death and danger? Hear me Valladaura, Since thou wilt needs take up the attribute And name of Tyrant, study thy trade perfect, Soil it not in performance, like a true Artist, Degree thy tortures, like an angry tempest, Rise calmly first, and keep thy worst rage last, Torment us jointly: sunder us at first, A plague so deadly, that whatever follows Will seem but as a Cordial: wouldst have devised After a thousand tortures, one to mad My manly patience, or to split my heart, It had been done in this one accent, part. Divide'em so. Mezentius. cruelty, Comes short of yours, he joined, but you divide A living man in two. Right spanish Pride. I used not you so though: but noble Sir, How well thou hast merited living? So I'll die, Thy thought's an Antidote 'gainst tyranny. Born on that confidence, lose not one tear, Nor spend a sigh, let guilty cowards fear. You'll find a change. Your churlsh— nor can we look to find usage more gentle. Revenge is unconfined. And so shall mine be: what the art of man Knows of tormentings, mine shall inflict, and can. This parting of you is the least and first, Of infinite to come. I dare the worst. Most divine Lady, in the late exile Of your depraver Bonvida; how Do you applaud my justice? Why, as justice. To have done less, should have disgraced me more Than all your worth could merit. Who doubts that, He were not worthy to be styled a Prince, Or to partake that goodness got in you, That should have let slip such proud arrogance, Without severest rigour.
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Here's both their Ransomes, And theres both the slaves, A better peny-worth of flesh and bloud Turk never sold. Nor Christian but a Spanyard Would ere have bought. Oh yes, your English Iewes, they' le buy and sell their fathers, prostrate their wives, and make money of their own children, the male stewes can witnesse that: come on Sir, you must along. How, must? And shall, prating you English slave? You know me now? Yes truly, for a Tirant, And bloody hangman: had I knownethee halfe so well. When on the Deck I had thee at my mercy, I would have ground my sword upon thy bones, And writ my freedome in thy blood. I live, To doe the like by thee— And I breathe yet, To dare thee to thy utmost: and may winne More honour of thee, by my manly suffering, Than thou, by base inflicting: My friend and I Like two chaine-bullets, side by side, will fly▪ Thorow the jawes of death. A strong resolve, But I shall quickly weaken, sunder them, With hin there—quicke, that Paper will point out Diet and lodging for him. Sunder them? that word Falls colder on me than the Rhewme of Death. Then you'le not flie like bullets in the jawes Of Death and danger? Heare me Valladaura, Since thou wilt needs tae up the attribute And name of Tyrant, studie thy trade perfect, Soile it not in perormance, like a true Artist, Degree thy tortures, like an angry tempest, Rise calmely first, and keepe thy worst rage last, Torment us joyntly: sunder us at first, A plague so deadly, that what ever followes Will seeme but as a Cordiall: wouldst have devis'd After a thousand tortures, one to mad My manly patience, or to split my heart, It had beene done in this one accent, part. Divide'em so. Mezentius. cruelty, Comes short of yours, he joynd, but you divide A living man in two. Right spanish Pride. I us'd not you so though: but noble Sir, How well thou hast merited living? So I'le die, Thy thought's an Antidote 'gainst tyrranie. Borne on that confidence, lose not one teare, Nor spend a sigh, let guilty cowards feare. You'l find a change. Your churlsh—nor can we looke to finde Vsage more gentle. Revenge is unconfin'd. And so shall mine be: what the art of man Knowes of tormentings, mine shall inflict, and can. This parting of you is the least and first, Of infinite to come. I dare the worst. Most divine Lady, in the late exile Of your depraver Bonavid; how Doe you applaud my justice? Why, as Iustice. To have done lesse, should have disgrac'd more Then all your worth could merit. Who doubts that, Hee were not worthy to be stil'd a Prince, Or to partake that goodnesse got in you, That should have let slip such proud arrogance, Without severest rigour.