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 · 491 words
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Come Sophonisba You must consent: there's fame in't that will give you An everlasting being in the memory O benefits your Country will derive from't. Children shall first be taught to speak your name; And from their aged grandsires learn your story. Whose often repetition shall take from The tediousness of age, and make them seem As if they danced for joy, when palsies shake them. Am I enslamed, and shall I not enjoy? Mock me not Lady into a despair. You show me heaven, and shut the gates against me. Make not a King, that deigns to be your servant, A slave unto your cruelty. To give Syphax a satisfaction, your competitor False Massanissa, he that shares your Kingdom. And would engross it all, hath long solicited For Sophonisba's love. Oh Massanissa. He having now forsaken Carthage, she Out of her piety to do her Country A good, prefers you: and that her revenge May be pursued with greater violence, allows her elf your right; though she's a treasure Might be disposed of to a more advantage Of Carthage strength. Will Sophonisba love then If I fight Carthage's quarrel? Yes; your fortune Wh 'tis at hight: but the least declination Waving it to an ebb, I from that fall Must mount to higher honours, if a gale Meet it to raise me. Massanissas person It seems could limit your desires. He was A man made up of fire; no gross earth clogged His spirit when 'twould mount to honour's top, And load same with his acts. Had he not fallen From Carthage, Sophonisba had but been The price of his desert. And yet I love him. Dear Massanissa! She hath overcome me. I will be great; every day's action Shall raise me a step higher, and I'll take You with me Lady: no; you shall lead me The tribute I will pay for every kiss Shall be a victory o'er your enemies. Proud Rome shall find Syphax can be a Soldier, When Sophonisba bids him put on steel. The not to be resisted power of beauty. Carthage I will salute thee now with joy. Nor shall the thought of thy ingratitude Make me less willing to pursue thy good Through a deep sea of vanquished. Roman's blood. we'll feast, than fight. Who led by such bright eaves Would not match on to any enterprise? Syphax so soon revolted I what weak man Would mock away his safety? Children thus Playing with fire to please their foolish sense Are often burnt and make their sport the instrument Of their own danger. Massanissa yet Is constant, and by this time hath subdued him. Success must follow those attempts that rise From a just cause, and crown the enterprise. Lelius what news? I labour with th'event; joy hinders a delivery. Massanissa Girt in a conquest, greater never made A triumph glorious, is returning back To present Scipio with Numidias spoils, And Syphax captived.
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Come Sophonisba You must consent: ther's fame in't that will give you An everlasting being in the memory O benefits your Country will derive from't. Children shall first be taught to speake your name; And from their aged grandsires learne your story. Whose often repetition shall take from The tediousnesse of age, and make them seeme As if they danc't for joy, when palsies shake them. Am I enslam'd, and shall I not enjoy? Mock me not Lady into a despaire. You shew me heaven, and shut the gates against me. Make not a King, that daign's to be your servant, A slave unto your cruelty. To give Syphax a satisfaction, your competitor False Massanissa, he that shar's your Kingdome. And would ingrosse it all, hath long solicited For Sophonisbas love. Oh Massanissa. He having now forsaken Carthage, shee Out of her piety to doe her Country A good, preferr's you: and that her revenge May be pursu'd with greater violence, Allow's her elfe your right; though she's a treasure Might be dispos'd of to a more advantage Of Carthage strength. Will Sophonisba love then If I fight Carthag's quarrell? Yes; your fortune Wh 'tis at hight: but the least declination Waving it to an ebb, I from that fall Must mount to higher honours, if a gale Meete it to raise me. Massanissas person It seem's could limit your desires. He was A man made up of fire; no grosse earth clog'd His spirit when 'twould mount to honours top, And load same with his acts. Had he not falln From Carthage, Sophonisba had but beene The price of his desert. And yet I love him. Deere Massanissa! Shee hath overcome me. I will be great; every dayes action Shall raise me a step higher, and I'le take You with me Lady: no; you shall lead me The tribute I will pay for every kisse Shall be a victory o're your enemies. Proud Rome shall find Syphax can be a Souldier, When Sophonisba bid's him put on steele. The not to be resisted power of beauty. Carthage I will salute thee now with joy. Nor shall the thought of thy ingratitude Make me lesse willing to pursue thy good Through a deepe sea of vanquisht. Roman's blood. Wee'l feast, then fight. Who led by such bright eves Would not match on to any enterprize? Syphax so soone revolted I what weake man Would mock away his safetie? Chldren thus Playing with fire to please their foolish sense Are often burn't and make their sport the instrument Of their owne danger. Massanissa yet Is constant, and by this time hath subdu'd him. Successe must follow those attemps that rise From a just cause, and crowne the enterprise. Lelius what newes? I labour with th'event; Ioy hinder's a delivery. Massanissa Guirt in a conquest, greater never made A triumph glorious, is returning back To present Scipio with Numidias spoyles, And Syphax cativ'd.