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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Our Spies inform That th'other half (which I conceive is Hannibal) intends upon th'event of one great battle To hazard all. His Camp's already pitched Near Zama: whence a messenger is sent That shows the Carthaginian much desires To have some conference with you. we'll dispose Our Army thitherward. methinks I see Victory crowned already clap her wings Over our heads. What a strange circulation Is in times accidents? From victory Peace is derived; from peace security; Thence lust; ambition: two main grounds of jars: We fight for peace, and peace again breeds wars. Pray take no notice that we know th'event Of the late battle. I already have Employed my Faction 'bout a peace, and Scipio Is not far off. It shall not be the act Of Hannibal to boast of. When we have Betrayed him to the Romans, the conditions Besides are easy. Mind the public Bostar: D'you think it not concerns you? I was my riches Made me a Senator: my wisdom never Deserved the purple. Be you politic; Let me preserve my state. Your wealth! 'tis granted Raised you to this high place. Necessity May corrupt justice in a Magistrate: Which to prevent, at least our jealousies, Our Carthaginian custom in election Of Senators, sometimes prefers the rich Before the best men. Take your seat. To fill it: Fear will not let me sleep. Attend the Message: It seems from Hannibal. A worthy man. He sent us home three bushels full of rings, Of which I shared the most. Before I speak, methinks the air about me as the sound Of my sad words doth pass through it, should thicken Into a cloud; then melt at every period Into a weeping rain, till none be left To give us breathe for sighs. Our Hannibal Is vanquished by the Romans. We shall then Have no more wealth brought home, nor safely keep What we possess already. Curse on chance That mocks us thus. I'll never make her statue Of gold hereafter, and by consequent ne'er worship her: I have but cold devotion Towards a wooden goddess. 'Tis not fit Evils remediless should be lamented. From a misfortune something may arise To prevent greater, if it be applied With an exact consideration O'all occurrents that may make it useful. Relate it then. Before the battle joined The world's two Captains (for besides them none Merit's the name in equal competition) Met to have conference: where for a space They stood astonished at each other's presence: And like two Comets tilting in the air 'Gainst one another, shot prodigious flames From either's eyes; and with a counterchange Of fierce and angry looks seemed to begin An eager fight: till Hannibal broke silence, And moved a peace: Which Scipio (or suspecting it To be but wonted policy, or confident Both of his own strength and success) refused. Then like two clouds swollen big with a might's tempest,
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Our Spyes informe That th'other halfe (which I conceive is Hannibal) Intend's upon th'event of one great battell To hazard all. His Camp's already pitch't Neere Zama: whence a messenger is sent That show's the Carthaginian much desit's To have some conference with you. Wee'l dispose Our Army thitherward. Me thinks I see Victory crown'd already clap her wings Over our heads. What a strange circulation Is in times accidents? From victory Peace is deriv'd; from peace security; Thence lust; ambition: two maine grounds of jarres: We fight for peace, and peace agen breed's warres. Pray' take no notice that we know th'event Of the late battaile. I already have Employ'd my Faction 'bout a peace, and Scipio Is not farre off. It shall not be the act Of Hannibal to boast of. When we have Betray'd him to the Romanes, the conditions Besides are casie. Mind the publick Bostar: D'you thinke it not concern's you? I was my riches Made me a Senatour: my wisedome never Deserv'd the purple. Be you politick; Let me preserve my state. Your wealth! 'tis granted Rais'd you to this high place. Necessity May corrupt justice in a Magistrate: Which to prevent, at least our jealousies, Our Carthaginian custome in election Of Senatours, sometimes preferr's the rich Before the best men. Take your seate. To fill it: Feare will not let me sleep. Attend the Message: It seem's from Hannibal. A worthy man. He sent us home three bushels full of rings, Of which I shar'd the most. Before I speake, Me thinks the ayre about me as the sound Of my sad words doth passe through it, should thicken Into a clowd; then melt at every periode Into a weeping raine, till none be left To give us breath for sighes. Our Hannibal Is vanquish't by the Romanes. We shall then Have no more wealth brought home, nor safely keepe What we possesse already. Curse on chance That mock's us thus. I'le never make her statue Of gold hereafter, and by consequent Ne're worship her: I have but cold devotion Towards a wooden goddesse. 'Tis not fit Evils remedilesse should be lamented. From a misfortune something may arise To prevent greater, if it be apply'd With an exact consideration O'all occurents that may make it usefull. Relate it then. Before the battaile joyn'd The worlds two Captaines (for besides them none Merit's the name in equall competition) Mett to have conference: where for a space They stood astonish't at each others presence: And like two Comets tilting in the ayre 'Gainst one another, shot prodigious flames From eithers eyes; and with a counterchange Of fierce and angry lookes seem'd to begin An eagre fight: 'till Hannibal broke silence, And mov'd a peace: Which Scipio (or suspecting it To be but wonted policy, or confident Both of his owne strength and successe) refus'd. Then like two clowds swoln big with a mights tempest,