Rowley, William · published 1638 · first performed or written 1608 [1607-1609] (Annals) romance · Prince Charles's Men (first) · Red Bull T2 Roman politics: senate, consuls and civi typicality 0.74 · 497 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T2: rome, caesar, senate, sulla, roman, consul, brutus, romans, men, marius.
Take it, O take it in an hour of sorrow, but leave that all with me, So you have all I can bestow upon you: But mentally, I'll still be blessing of you, and never cease Hark, 'tis time you're gone, away; I charge ye on your duties. But where's your own safety? Leave me, and haste you hence I say, I'll take my blessing oft if you delay, And plant my curse instead; Eldred, and Offa, you're my Sons, I charge you to obey me. Eldred and Offa are already gone, for with our habits we Have changed our names, when such you hear of, Oh let your prayers still bless them, with happy memory. I'll never part with that remembrance: Obey me and be gone. With constant hope, that though veiled honour bear an Ecliptic stain, our sun will pass it, and shine bright again So, now come you Tyrants, here you shall find me Praying for curses on your cruelty. Now equal Caesar, brave Dioclesian, the days at leisure To return thee thanks for aiding Maximinus in these wars, In happy time thy succour came from France, To make us Conquerors of Britain, which else might Yet have been a doubtful day: when thou want'st aid, Bid Maximinus come with this joint force, we'll make the world our own. Rome shall not lose its name, the world's Commander, Till this knot unties; perpetual be it, till Rome erects Our golden Statues, placed by Saturn, and great Iupiter, And there be deified, to bless all those which may succeed But in these designs, let us remember high deserving Albon, whose valour was not seconded this day By any single Arm. It was the best, the shout and full applause Was only Albons, for which unto thy Knighthood late Given in Rome, we add the stewardship of Great Britain Under Maximinus, and Dioclesian: go to thy Barony Of Verolam, two legions there shall still attend one thee, To quell and persecute these Christians: Who will not stoop unto our Roman God, Shall feel the stroke of our revengeful Rod. Albon shall still as substitute to Rome Observe, and keep her high imperial Doom. Bassianus, be you Competitor with Lord Albon, And with severity, through the conquered Cities pursue The Christians to their Martyrdoms:— whose's that? I'll answer for myself; Tyrant a Christian, a husbandless And Childless Christian, yet one so daring unto misery, She throws a Challenge, to the worst thou canst, Defiance to thee thus; Oh were it poison to swell this tyrant's bosom till it burst, and fall thus low. Ha ha ha, misery makes her desperate, thou add'st a Triumph woman to our state, to brandish forth such Fruitless Menaces; to Prison with her, we'll think of Further torments: I'll prostitute thy body to some Slave, And if the issue prosper, make him a Hangman. And such another may thy Daughter have. Choose for yourself Lady, I have an eye to pleasure myself?
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Take it, O take it in an houre of sorrow, but leave that all with me, So you have all I can bestow upon you: But mentally, Ile still be blessing of you, and never cease Harke, tis time you'r gone, away; I charge yee on your duties. But wheres your owne safety? Leave me, and haste you hence I say, Ile take my blessing oft if you delay, And plant my curse instead; Eldred, and Offa, you'r my Sonnes, I charge you to obey me. Eldred and Offa are already gone, for with our habits we Have chang'd our names, when such you heare of, Oh let your prayers still blesse them, with happy memory. Ile never part with that remembrance: Obey me and bee gone. With constant hope, that though vaild honor beare an Ecliptick staine, our sunne will passe it, and shine bright againe So, now come you Tyrants, here you shall find me Praying for curses on your cruelty. Now equal Caesar, brave Dioclesian, the daies at leasure To returne thee thanks for ayding Maximinus in these warres, In happy time thy succour came from France, To make us Conquerors of Brittaine, which else might Yet have beene a doubtfull day: when thou want'st ayde, Bid Maximinus come with this joynt force, Weele make the world our owne. Rome shall not loose its name, the worlds Commander, Till this knot unties; perpetuall be it, till Rome erects Our golden Statues, plac'd by Saturne, and great Iupiter, And there be deified, to blesse all those which may succeed But in these designes, let us remember high deserving Albon, whose valuor was not seconded this day By any single Arme. It was the best, the shout and full applause Was onely Albons, for which unto thy Knighthood late Given in Rome, we adde the stewardship of Great Brittaine Vnder Maximinus, and Dioclesian: goe to thy Barony Of Verrolam, two legions there shall still attend one thee, To quell and persecute these Christians: Who will not stoope unto our Roman God, Shall feele the stroake of our revengfull Rod. Albon shall still as substitute to Rome Observe, and keepe her high imperiall Doome. Bassianus, be you Competitor with Lord Albon, And with severity, through the conquer'd Cities persue The Christians to their Martyrdomes: — Whose that? Ile answer for my selfe; Tyrant a Christian, a husbandlesse And Childlesse Christian, yet one so daring unto misery, She throwes a Chalenge, to the worst thou canst, Defiance to thee thus; Oh were it poyson to swell this Tyrants bosome till it burst, and fall thus low. Ha ha ha, misery makes her desperate, thou add'st a Triumph woman to our state, to brandish forth such Fruitlesse Menaces; to Prison with her, weele thinke of Further torments: Ile prostetute thy body to some Slave, And if the issue prosper, make him a Hang-man. And such an other may thy Daughter have. Choose for your selfe Lady, I have an eye to pleasure My selfe?