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 · 487 words
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I prophesy success Despite of Scipio. Syphax Counsellors (Whose secret correspondency with us Taught the great means by which their Masters love Must be regained) a long experience Confirms our friends: then prosecute it throughly. My Lord' till now the accidents Caused by the Romans presence did prevent us From giving satisfaction to your doubts, Which were but justly grounded. Our young King Is full of's youthful passions, and so violant Ith' prosecution of them counsel rather Doth set a keener edge upon his appetite. We therefore give him way. But if we cannot Reduce his actions to a rule of judgement, we'll openly oppose him, or conspire As 'gainst a tyrant that makes will his law. See he's returned: be confident. How! whispering! I do suspect. If Syphax dare be private. Dare Hannibal! Hadst thou intents more black Than ever night gave execution to, Even in Carthage Senate house as well As in mine own Court, I dare stand th'encounter Of single Hannibal. Withdraw. They must not. The wrongs thou hast done Carthage must be witnessed: That when fame speaks them loudest, partial men Make not their incredulity an excuse For what no satisfaction can restore, Thy honour lost in infamy. Thou temptest me With these dark prefaces. Yet thy upbraidings Do seem so frivolous, my patience rather Laughs at their vainness. Clear my understanding Without more circumstance, for yet my innocence knows not t' accuse myself, unless foregiving Thy saucy taunts a privilege. What error But to defend itself will strive (though vainly) To mock truth out of truth? Well Syphax knows The expectation of a state deluded Cannot but trouble it. A King is more Than a mean person, bounded with dimensions Of the bare man. His actions are his peoples; And what he doth or suffers they must stand. Consider then when Carthage shall call up Revenge, and with all force pursue the injury To satisfaction; when her soldiers (Whom custom hath made pitiless) shall plough The wombs of teeming Mothers with their falchions, To prevent the issue that might vindicate A father slain; make your Numidian Virgins The ruins of their pleasure, and not leave An altar to your gods, nor private Lar That may defend a household from their violence: When these (whose very repetition carries Horror enough to fright men into peace) Shall happen— When they shall! it rather seems A positive threat. Tell Carthage were her power Of an extent that limits could not bound With any circumscription, I'd not fear it. To die for Rome were above victory. Furnished ten thousand choice Numidian Horsemen To wait on Scipio. Why are our commands No more respected? I'll have execution Forerun my Edicts that concern the good Of Rome and Scipio. Stand ye like dull statues Fixed to their first foundations; when your diligence Should borrow speed from winds, as if ye rid On the contracted air to hasten it?
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I prophesie successe Despight of Scipio. Syphax Counsailours (Whose secret correspondency with us Taught the great meanes by which their Masters love Must be regain'd) a long experience Confirmes our friends: then prosecute it throughly. My Lord' till now the accidents Caus'd by the Romanes presence did prevent us From giving satisfaction to your doubts, Which were but justly grounded. Our young King Is full of's youthfull passions, and so violant Ith' prosecution ofthem counsell rather Doth set a keener edge upon his appetite. We therefore give him way. But if we cannot Reduce his actions to a rule of judgement, Wee'l openly oppose him, or conspire As 'gainst a tyrant that makes will his law. See hee's return'd: be confident. How! whispering! I doe suspect. If Syphax dare be private. Dare Hannibal! Hadst thou intents more blaek Than ever night gave execution to, Even in Carthage Senate house as well As in mine owne Court, I dare stand th'encounter Of single Hannibal. Withdraw. They must not. The wrongs thou hast done Carthage must be witness'd: That when same speakes them lowdest, partiall men Make not their incredulity an excuse For what no satisfaction can restore, Thy honour lost in infamy. Thou tempt'st me With these darke prefaces. Yet thy upbraydings Doe seeme so frivolous, my patience rather Laughs at their vainnesse. Cleare my understanding Without more circumstance, for yet my innocence Knowesnot t' accuse my selfe, unlesse forgiving Thy sawcy taunts a priviledge. What errour But to defend it selfe will strive (though vainly) To mock truth out of truth? Well Syphax knowes The expectation of a state deluded Cannot but trouble it. A King is more Than a meane person, bounded with dimensions Of the bare man. His actions are his peoples; And what he doth or suffers they must stand. Consider then when Carthage shall call up Revenge, and with all force pursue the injury To satisfaction; when her souldiers (Whom custome hath made pittilesse) shall plough The wombes of teeming Mothers with their fauchions, To prevent the issue that might vindicate A father slaine; make your Numidian Virgins The ruines of their pleasure, and not leave An altar to your gods, nor private Lar That may defend a houshould from their violence: When these (whose very repetition carry's Horrour enough to fright men into peace) Shall happen— When they shall! it rather seemes A positive threat. Tell Carthage were her power Of an extent that limits could not bound With any circumscription, I'de not feare it. To dye for Rome were above victory. Furnisht ten thousand choyce Numidian Horsemen To wait on Scipio. Why are our commands No more respected? Ile have execution Forerunne my Edicts that concerne the good Of Rome and Scipio. Stand yee like dull statues Fixt to their first foundations; when your diligence Should borrow speed from winds, as if yee rid On the contracted ayre to hasten it?