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 · 448 words
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Yet at Capua The fair Salapian Omphale could teach Our Carthaginian Hercules to spin, And mind his distaff; else she would not smile Upon him for his work. Thy malice Hanno Like to the broken some a rock beats back Upon the angry main, fowl's thine own bosom. I am above it; and in spite of thee Or all the battery of thy calumnies, Will stand like a Colossus to be gazed at By all beneath me, when the scorn of men Shall lash thy envy with the whips of satyrs: Who vainly dost attempt to ruin that Is built for fame. Nay you may keep your seat, It well becomes you. It becomes you better, When your grave nod and formal hem strikes terror Through the affrighted malefactor's heart; Who for some slight offence expects his judgement, No less than banishment, or confiscation Of all his substance; which is shared amongst you, The public use neglected. But in vain I tax your vices, when your souls are sullied With an ingratitude to me, that makes All others white as innocence compared With that black monster. Carthage I disclaim thee, And rather than employ my power again To raise thy head 'bove others, in thy ruins I'll hide mine own. And but for reverence I bear the ashes of mine ancestors, I would myself plough furrows in thy womb, And sow my faction only for th'increase Of mine own greatness. Pray observe it Fathers. He doth affect the Monarchy; he would Alter our government. You are deceived. Y'are weak enough already; there's no need Of a sedition to subvert your state. Can ye resist the Romans, and make peace Upon your own conditions? You are betrayed my Lord; your safety needs A sudden resolution. Scipio's entered The Gates of Carthage. Oh inhuman treachery! But for preventing justice that will fall Heavy upon you by some other instrument, 'Twere piety to wash corruption From this abused place with your bloods; whose stains Would yet infect the pavement, and remain Like blushes in the marble to betray The guilt ye died for. When the Romans practise Their tyranny upon you, wish in vain Ye had an Hannibal. Your danger will not Allow your passion vent. Pray' fly my Lord. Into some desert to converse with beasts; Th'have grateful souls. Carthage methinks an earthquake Should palsy thy old joints, & shrink thy head Into thy shoulders: or thy Genius wrap thee In a perpetual cloud to hide the shame Of this base act. Revenge, I'll court thee through The ruin of mine own. Carthage shall see Not mine from her, her greatness grew from me. All those that love me follow.
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Yet at Capua The faire Salapian Omphale could teach Our Carthaginian Hercules to spin, And mind his distaffe; else she would not smile Vpon him for his worke. Thy malice Hanno Like to the broken some a rock beats back Vpon the angry maine, fowl's thine owne bosome. I am above it; and in spight of thee Or all the battery of thy calumnies, Will stand like a Colossus to be gaz'd at By all beneath me, when the scorne of men Shall lash thy envie with the whips of Satyres: Who vainely dost attempt to ruine that Is built for fame. Nay you may keepe your seate, It well becomes you. It becomes you better, When your grave nod and formall hem strik's terrour Through the affrighted malefactors heart; Who for some slight offence expects his judgement, No lesse than banishment, or confiscation Of all his substance; which is shar'd amongst you, The publike use neglected. But in vaine I taxe your vices, when your soules are fullyed With an ingratitude to me, that makes All others white as innocence compar'd With that black monster. Carthage I disclaime thee, And rather then imploy my power agen To raise thy head 'bove others, in thy ruines Ile hide mine owne. And but for reverence I beare the ashes of mine ancestors, I would my selfe plough furrowes in thy wombe, And sow my faction onely for th'increase Of mine owne greatnesse. Pray observe it Fathers. He doth affect the Monarchie; he would Alter our government. You are deceiv'd. Y'are weake enough already; there's no need Of a sedition to subvert your state. Can yee resist the Romanes, and make peace Vpon your owne conditions? You are betray'd my Lord; your safety needs A sudden resolution. Scipio's enter'd The Gates of Carthage. Oh inhumane trechery! But for preventing justice that will fall Heavie upon you by some other instrument, 'Twere piety to wash corruption From this abus'd place with your bloods; whose staines Would yet infect the pavement, and remaine Like blushes in the marble to betray The guilt yee dy'd for. When the Romanes practise Their tyranny upon you, wish in vaine Yee had an Hannibal. Your danger will not Allow your passion vent. Pray 'fligh my Lord. Into some desart to converse with beasts; Th'have gratefull soules. Carthage me thinkes an earthquake Should palsey thy old joynts, & shrink thy head Into thy shoulders: or thy Genius wrap thee In a perpetuall cloud to hide the shame Of this base act. Revenge, Ile court thee through The ruine of mine owne. Carthage shall see Not mine from her, her greatnesse grew from me. All those that love me follow.