Nabbes, Thomas · published 1637 · first performed or written 1635 (Annals) tragedy · Queen Henrietta Maria's Men · Phoenix/Cockpit unassigned nearest T60 Imperial Rome: rulers, favour and politi · 474 words
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Full well their age wise with experience knows To disobey a king's unjust commands Law and religion warrants. Syphax youth Were fitter to court beauty, than to sit At a state's helm, and steer the various course It's subject to, by his green violent passions. With which his bed ere this had been enriched, Had Carthage found him kind: Fair Sophonisba. That name hath startled him. She from whose eyes The amorous sun, resigning first his own; Might be ambitious to derive new fires. Yet she to be reserved for his embraces, Who slights that honour all the neighbouring Kings Have been competitors for, and would lay down Their Crowns to purchase; sell their very beings To be translated into a possession Of Sophonisba. It begins to work. Whence did th'intent of this great honour to me Derive itself? From a desire of friendship And league with Syphax: which his passionate love To Rome and Scipio (that admits no reason) Denying, I must publish the dishonour Done to a Lady, at whose least command A Nation shall be armed, led by such Captains As in their emulation will declare What mortals owe to her divine perfections; That warrant her revenge as just a quarrel, As ever stirred up valour in a conscience Scruples had cowarded. Here my commission Takes end, and I must go. Stay Hannibal. Strange passions war against my resolution; And love begins to circle me in flames ere my eye takes the fire. What's Rome or Scipio To Sophonisba? in whose richer beauty Mor's comprehended, than the Macedonian Could from his many conquests, and subversion Of Monarchies boast himself owner of. What's a King's promise but a politic (And that's allowed) evasion to gain time For counsel with his will? I'll be for Carthage To enjoy Sophonisba. I'm inflamed From the report, and if my senses find Truth answering fame, great Hannibal shall lead Numidias power 'gainst Rome, or any place He hath designed for conquest. But if Syphax Should again suffer Scipio's menacies To fright his weakness out of this resolve I My weakness! tempt me not with a suspect. Let me have Sophonisba, or I'll make A rape upon your Carthage, not on her, For what delight's in violence? inquire The cause of that loud shout. I come t'inform you. A stately ship from her rich laden womb, Hath on our shore delivered such a train Of glorious Virgins that attend on one, Who leads the rest— No more; 'tis Sophonisba. Receive her with religious ceremony. Perfume the air with incense richer than The Phoenix funeral pile. Let harmony Breath out her soul at every artists touch. Cover the pavement which her steps must hallow With Persian Tapestry. How I am ravished With th'expectation? and like some light matter Catched in a whirlwind, all my faculties Are hurried forward.
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Full well their age wise with experience knows To disobey a Kings unjust commands Law and religion warrants. Syphax youth Were fitter to court beauty, than to sit At a states helme, and steere the various course It's subject to, by his greene violent passions. With which his bed e're this had beene enricht, Had Carthage found him kind: Faire Sophonisba. That name hath stattled him. She from whose eyes The amorous sunne, resigning first his owne; Might be ambitious to derive new fires. Yet she to be reserv'd for his embraces, Who slights that honour all the neighbouring Kings Have beene competitors for, and would lay downe Their Crownes to purchase; sell their very beings To be translated into a possession Of Sophonisba. It begins to worke. Whence did th'intent of this great honour to me Derive it selfe? From a desire of friendship And league with Syphax: which his passionate love To Rome and Scipio (that admits no reason) Denying, I must publish the dishonour Done to a Lady, at whose least command A Nation shall be arm'd, led by such Captaines As in their emulation will declare What mortals owe to her divine perfections; That warrant her revenge as just a quarrell, As ever stir'd up valour in a conscience Scruples had cowarded. Here my commission Takes end, and I must goe. Stay Hanniball. Strange passions warre against my resolution; And love begins to circle me in flames E're my eye takes the fire. What's Rome or Scipio To Sophonisba? in whose richer beauty Mor's comprehended, then the Macedonian Could from his many conquests, and subversion Of Monarchies boast himselfe owner of. What's a King's promise but a politick (And that's allow'd) evasion to gaine time For counsaill with his will? Ile be for Carthage To enjoy Sophonisba. I'am enflam'd From the report, and if my senses find Truth answering fame, great Hannibal shall lead Numidias power' gainst Rome, or any place He hath design'd for conquest. But if Syphax Should againe suffer Scipio's menacies To fright his weaknesse out of this resolve I My weakenesse! tempt me not with a suspect. Let me have Sophonisba, or I'le make A rape upon your Carthage, not on her, For what delight's in violence? Enquire The cause of that lowd shout. I come t'informe you. A stately ship from her rich laden wombe, Hath on our shore deliver'd such a traine Of glorious Virgins that attend on one, Who lead's the rest— No more; 'tis Sophonisba. Receive her with religious ceremony. Perfume the ayre with incence richer then The Phoenix funerall pile. Let harmony Breath out her soule at every artists touch. Cover the pavement which her steps must hallow With Persian Tapestry. How I am ravish't With th'expectation? and like somelight matter Catch't in a whirle-wind, all my faculties Are hurried forward.