Nabbes, Thomas · published 1637 · first performed or written 1635 (Annals) tragedy · Queen Henrietta Maria's Men · Phoenix/Cockpit unassigned nearest T2 Roman politics: senate, consuls and civi · 535 words
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Whom have we to fight with? Lead us again to action, we'll express A courage doubled by this little rest: And from the hopes of such another conquest We will act wonders, to make victory Dote on our valours. You like Carthaginians Speak from the sonleses of men. Muster your Soldiers: We will again to Rome, and with the terror Of our approach make earthquakes in the hearts Of her gowned Senators; burn the proud trophies, Adorn her Capitol, or make them scarecrows: Bury her high-ascending Towers in heaps Of their own ruins; and till Tyber's died With blood of his own children, not an arm Shall cease from slaughter. Have we cut our way Thorough Mountains, and thawed rocks of Ice for passage To reach the head of Rome, and shall we not Triumph in her rich spoils? Yes; we will triumph. Or by the Genius of my native Carthage, And the religious oath I made my Father, When yet my youth had seen the progress but Of nine suns through the twelve celestial mansions, I'll level all the rugged Apennines; And mount the humblest valleys, till their heads Be wrapped in clouds; whence thunder shall not force me, Till I survey the plains of Italy, Like earth manured chalked with the bones of Romans, After their flesh is buried in the gorges Of Kites and Vultures. Speak like Hannibal. What Lady's that? she's of Salapia. She's lovely. What unusual passions Soften me on a sudden? I methinks Could play with air, and wanton with the breath Of such a Mistress: court her amorously, And not mistake a phrase, nor fright her tenderness With any repetitions of wars horrors. Cease your rebellion thoughts. I must be man, And keep my freedom. Dost observe his eye How it is fixed? What did creation mean A woman for, but pleasure? Should not I Pursue it then since 'tis the end of all We either do or wish? 'tis action's soul That makes it live. I must enjoy it this way. Desire's a law set down by nature's Counsel, And not to be disputed. So my Lord! Example shall direct us: we may well, If Anniball turn Courtier. One at once. Sweet gentlemen. Though I should covet change At once I'd not admit plurality. To you (fair storehouse of your sex's excellence) I would direct the language of my heart. 'Tis sure a noble dialect, my Lord, That must express it. Lady it can speak. Nothing but passion. You have wounded it. And from the self same eye that shot the dart I must have balm to cure it. Y'are my Lord A conqueror; and may command the wills Of all beneath you. But I am your captive. And in that pleasant bondage would abide, Though I might force my ransom. Violence Would it become those virtues same proclaim's To have possessed you: and I dare be confident Nothing could tempt you to turn ravisher, Though I should boast virginity. Suspect Of such an ill, wrong's your own innocence. My love is zealous, and the passive flame Fed with a pure desire. I would enjoy you To mix our souls, not merely to delight The wanton senses.
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Whom have we to sight with? Lead us againe to action, wee'l expresse A courage doubled by this little rest: And from the hopes of such another conquest We will act wonders, to make victory Dote on our valours. You like Carthaginians Speake from the sonles of men. Muster your Souldiers: We will againe to Rome, and with the terrour Of our approach make earthquakes in the hearts Of her gown'd Senators; burne the proud trophees, Adorne her Capitoll, or make them scar-crowes: Bury her high-ascending Towers in heapes Of their owne ruines; and till Tyber's dy'd With bloud of his owne children, not an arme Shall cease from slaughter. Have we cut our way Thorow Mountaines, and thaw'd rocks of Ice for passage To reach the head of Rome, and shall we not Triumph in her rich spoyles? Yes; we will triumph. Or by the Genius of my native Carthage, And the religious oath I made my Father, When yet my youth had seene the progresse but Of nine sunnes through the twelve celestial mansions, Ile level all the rugged Appennines; And mount the humblest valleys, 'till their heads Be wrapt in clouds; whence thunder shall not force me, Till I survey the playnes of Italy, Like earth manur'd chalkt with the bones of Romanes, After their slesh is buried in the gorges Of Kites and Vultures. Speake like Hanniball. What Lady's that? Shee's of Salapia. She's lovely. What unusuall passions Soften me on a sudden? I me thinkes Could play with ayre, and wanton with the breath Of such a Mistresse: court her amorously, And not mistake a phrase, nor fright her tendernesse With any repetitions of warres horrours. Cease your rebellion thoughts. I must be man, And keepe my freedome. Dost observe his eye How it is fixt? What did creation meane A woman for, but pleasure? Should not I Pursue it then since 'tis the end of all We either doe or wish? 'tis actions soule That makes it live. I must enjoy it this way. Desire's a law set downe by natures Counsell, And not to be disputed. So my Lord! Example shall direct us: we may well, If Anniball turne Courtier. One at once. Sweet gentlemen. Though I should covet change At once l'de not admit plurality. To you (faire storehouse of your sexes excellence) I would direct the language of my heart. 'Tis sure a noble dialect, my Lord, That must expresse it. Lady it can speake. Nothing but passion. You have wounded it. And from the selfe same eye that shot the dart I must have balme to cure it. Y' are my Lord A conqueror; and may command the wills Of all beneath you. But I am your captive. And in that pleasant bondage would abide, Though I might force my ransome. Violence Would it become those vertues same proclaim's To have possest you: and I dare be confident Nothing could tempt you to turne ravisher, Though I should boast virginity. Suspect Of such an ill, wrong's your owne innocence. My love is zealous, and the passive flame Fed with a pure desire. I would enjoy you To mixe our soules, not merely to delight The wanton senses.