Nabbes, Thomas · published 1637 · first performed or written 1635 (Annals) tragedy · Queen Henrietta Maria's Men · Phoenix/Cockpit unassigned nearest T17 Eastern conquest: Persians, Turks and so · 502 words
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You Lucius Did never court me thus. You'd only tell me That I should be a Queen, when your old Father Went to the lower Kingdom. What is Lucius? A Prince amongst the Celtiberians. This Lady Nobly borne to me betrothed, If Scipio will be merciful, I'd ransom. You love her then? Above myself: without her My being is not perfect. Blessed occasion. Now Massanissa if example may Rectify errors in thee, make my act An imitable precedent. Young Prince Receive her from my hands; withal the sum Intended for her ransom as a dowry. Love Rome and Scipio. Nobleness above The reach of praise. How shall I show my gratitude? When he hath made me Queen, He bid you welcome To Lucius' Court. And Lucius when grown man Will bring you Soldiers. Seemed he not to love her? And yet without least pause he gave her back Being possessed. I am o'ercome; I see Passion's the noble soul's worst enemy I'm all for action. Massanissa is Become himself again. Wherefore this music? To gratulate your victory, and the peace That gives them rest, the Soldiers have prepared A slight solemnity: The Carthaginians Mix with the Romans, though their heavy hearts To part with so much treasure scarce admits it. 'Tis seasonable: there is cause to joy, Since Massanissa's new wed to my bosom, And this young lady's nuptials. On bravely, on; the foe is met; The Soldiers ranked, the battle set. Make the earth tremble, and the skies Redouble echoes from your cries. Blood puts a scarlet mantle on The late green plain: they'll sty anon. Then follow; but your orders keep; Take prisoners; set their ransoms deep. Retreat. For fame and the delight That peace brings only soldiers' fight. So you proportion pleasures, we give way to't. Is Lelius yet informed of Hannibal? That he is fled unto Antiochus, Or else to Prusias of Bythinia. His ends are doubtful. If his discontent Should anew whet his envy to attempt Their aids, 'twould much disturb the Asian provinces. we'll follow to prevent it. Lelius you Shall carry our success unto the Senate, And with it Syphax, and the Carthage pledges. Come my soul's half, we'll hunt this Afrique Lion Into a stronger toil. Fame shall wait on us Till we have loaded her, and that she see Our triumph finished in his tragedy. Y'are welcome, though your fortune's ebbed. The memory Of what you have been should command respect From good men to you. Virtue is not lessened By want of a success; that's but a gloss Fortune sets on her: Misery doth make Her inside glorious sometimes, when desertless, And bastard actions as the heirs of chance Shine in their superficies: but being searched Are found like bladders, swollen with an enforcement Of wind into them: which the least necessity Or adverse fortune pricking, they dilate Th'included air, and shrink into their first Narrow dimensions: When true virtue bears Her owner's head above afflictions waves, And steers him into harbour.
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You Lucius Did never court me thus. You'd onely tell me That I should be a Queene, when your old Father Went to the lower Kingdome. What is Lucius? A Prince amongst the Celtiberians. This Lady Nobly borne to me betroth'd, If Scipio will be mercifull, l'de ransome. You love her then? Above my selfe: without her My being is not perfect. Blest occasion. Now Massanissa if example may Rectifie errors in thee, make my act An imitable president. Young Prince Receive her from my hands; withall the summe Intended for her ransome as a dowry. Love Rome and Scipio. Noblenesse above The reach of praise. How shall I shew my gratitude? When he hath made me Queen, He bid you welcome To Lucius Court. And Lucius when growne man Will bring you Souldiers. Seem'd he not to love her? And yet without least pause he gave her back Being possest. I am o'recome; I see Passion's the noble soules worst enemy I'm all for action. Massanissa is Become himselfe agen. Wherefore this musick? To gratulate your victory, and the peace That gives them rest, the Souldiers have prepar'd A slight solemnity: The Carthaginians Mixe with the Romanes, though their heavie hearts To part with so much treasure scarce admits it. 'Tis seasonable: there is cause to joy, Since Massanissa's new wed to my bosome, And this young Ladies nuptials. On bravely, on; the foe is met; The Souldiers ranck't, the battaile set. Make the earth tremble, and the skies Redouble ecchoes from your cryes. Bloud puts a scarlet mantle on The late greene plaine: they 'l stie anon. Then follow; but your orders keepe; Take prisoners; set their ransomes deepe. Retreat. For same and the delight That peace brings onely Souldiers fight. So you proportion pleasures, we give way to't. Is Lelius yet inform'd of Hannibal? That he is fled unto Antiochus, Or else to Prusias of Bythinia. His ends are doubtfull. If his discontent Should anew whet his envie to attempt Their aydes, 'twould much disturb the Asian provinces. Wee'l follow to prevent it. Lelius you Shall carry our successe unto the Senate, And with it Syphax, and the Carthage pledges. Come my soules halfe, wee'l hunt this Affrick Lion Into a stronger toyle. Fame shall waite on us Till we have loaded her, and that shee see Our triumph finisht in his tragedy. Y'are welcome, though your fortun's ebb'd. The memory Of what you have bin should cōmand respect From good men to you. Vertue is not lessen'd By want of a successe; that's but a glosse Fortune sets on her: Misery doth make Her inside glorious sometimes, when desertlesse, And bastard actions as the heires of chance Shine in their superficies: but being searcht Are found like bladders, swolne with an enforcement Of wind into them: which the least necessity Or adverse fortune pricking, they dilate Th'included ayre, and shrinke into their first Narrow dimensions: When true vertue beares Her owners head above afflictions waves, And steeres him into harbour.