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 · 504 words
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Ha! my judges. What envy though 'twere stilled from the black galls Of lean Erinys Adders, can so blemish My life or same, that from the least suspect I might incur a sentence! Wa''t for this I have through blood and sweat made Carthage great As Rome herself; and had not politic dotage Infected with your private avarice (That would not spare me what myself bestowed Upon your case) prevented it by calling Me and my Army home, I had ere this Made Rome your tributary; and am I Returned now to be judge, because I have After so many victories lost one battle! The monstrous birth of your ingratitude Were able to fright manhood from posterity, And check all undertakings. Whence did you Receive commission to move peace with Scipio? From mine own judgement that foresaw the danger My power could not prevent. It seems you were Declaimed to coward. there's no privilege Under your gown for that. Learn to know man; Then be his judge. Pray heaven he hurt not me. Most valiant Hannibal. I hate your flattery, 'tis mixed with scorn; and I will rather trample Upon your purple. Good my Lord forbear Your violence. Consider but their persons And dignities. Should Jove himself provoke me With a disgrace like this, I'd challenge him To meet upon a cloud rammed full of thunder: And dart it at him, till with flames I had Consumed the brass supporters of his heaven; Tumbling him down with all his petty gods Unto their first mortality. The custom Of Carthage government commands respect Unto their difference. Let the respect Be likewise taught them that belongs to me. And if my labour hath maintained their ease. In which they have both studied and established Civil formalities, my rugged life Did never practise, it may well excuse A greater error. Who is my accuser? yourself. myself! myself will be my judge then: And make th'abused seat honoured for a justice, Which your corrupted souls would never suffer Your power to execute. Look Carthaginians; And if your reasons eyes can see the errors Your blinded envy led it to, with blushes Guide them to reformation. I that took An oath at nine years old before the Altar, When it was smoking with the horrid sacrifice Of immolated men, to be Rome's enemy, And perfect what my Father had begun; I that transferred the wealth of Spain to Carthage, And thorough the frozen Alps melted my way Into the fertile plains of Italy; That waded with my army thorough the fens Of gloomy Arnus, in whose fogs I lost One of my bodies comfortable lights; I that o'erthrew six Consuls, and at Cannas In one sight killed a hundred Roman Senators, And thence presented Carthage with a prey That might outvie an Indian treasury crammed with the choicest wealth; I that abroad Whilst here you bathed in pleasures made my body Propose 'gainst a tempest, and endured the rage Of more prodigious storms then ever frighted Mortals into religion.
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Ha! my Iudges. What envy though 'twere still'd from the black galls Ofleane Erinnis Adders, can so blemish My life or same, that from the least suspect I might incurre a sentence! Wa'st for this I have through blood and sweat made Carthage great As Rome her selfe; and had not politick dotage Infected with your private avarice (That would not spare me what my selfe bestow'd Vpon your case) prevented it by calling Me and my Army home, I had e're this Made Rome your tributary; and am I Return'd now to be judge, because I have After so many victories lost one battle! The monstrous bith of your ingratitude Were able to fright manhood from posterity, And check all undertakings. Whence did you Receive commission to move peace with Scipio? From mine owne judgement that foresaw the danger My power could not prevent. It seem's you were Declm'd to coward. Ther's no priviledge Vnder your gowne for that. Learne to know man; Then be his judge. Pray heaven he hurt not me. Most valiant Hanniball. I hate your slattery, Tis mixt with scorne; and I will rather trample Vpon your purple. Good my Lord forbeare Your violence. Consider but their persons And dignities. Should Jove himselfe provoke me With a disgrace like this, l'de challenge him To meet upon a cloud ram'd full of thunder: And dart it at him, 'till with flames I had Consum'd the brasse supporters of his heaven; Tumbling him downe with all his petty gods Vnto their first mortality. The custome Of Carthage government commands respect Vnto their difference. Let the respect Belikewise taught them that belongs to me. And if my labour hath maintain'd their ease. In which they have both studied and establish't Civill formalities, my rugged life Did never practise, it may well excuse A greater errour. Who is my accuser? Your selfe. My selfe! my selfe will be my judge then: And maketh'abus'd seate honour'd for a justice, Which your corrupted soules would never suffer Your power to execute. Looke Carthaginians; And if your reasons eyes can see the errours Your blinded envie led it to, with blushes Guide them to reformation. I that tooke An oath at nine yeares old before the Altar, When it was smoking with the horrid sacrifice Of immolated men, to be Romes enemy, And perfect what my Father had begun; I that transferr'd the wealth of Spaine to Carthage, And thorow the frozen Alpes melted my way Into the fertile plaines of Italy; That waded with my army thorow the fennes Of gloomy Arnus, in whose fogges I lost One of my bodies comfortable lights; I that o'rethrew sixe Consuls, and at Cannas In one sight kill'd a hundred Romane Senators, And thence presented Carthage with a prey That might out-vye an Indian treasury Cram'd with the choycest wealth; I that abroad Whilst here you bath'd in pleasures made my body Proose 'gainst a tempest, and endur'd the rage Of more prodigious stormes then ever frighted Mortals into religion.