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 0.70 · 498 words
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A second limb is from our body cut, in Albon's relapse; it is That pedant Prince, that seminary Knight Amphiabell, that Poisons thus the current of our State: Bassianus, with two Roman Legions pursue that Cambrian sectarist Amphi: his flight Will be to Wales, lay desolate the confines of that superstitious Virgin, that with her sorcerous devotion works miracles, By which she draws Christians, faster than we can kill 'em: Let her feel our vengeance. As Max. will, where Caesar bids strike Bassianus kills. What means this? A messenger from Dioclesian. Fair and Royal greetings, with them entreating great Max. Some present succour in this Gallia Wars, Alaric King of Goaths hath entered France, with odds of strength against Dioclesian; A breathing truce is yet concluded on, until the Calends of The following month, in which there is a day prefixed for battle, For this he craves thy aid from Brittany, that Romans still May write victoria. We, or our best of help he might command, by virtue of that Love he lent to us: Rutullus, collect 10000. ablest Britons By our express command, let them be mixed with two Roman Bands, With both pass the Sea, and in our name greet Diocle: Say we Do wish our personal Arm with him, did not increasing troubles Stay us here: so should it be; the rest we'll write to him, Rutullus haste, this must not be delayed: Bassianus to thy charge, myself to mine, our works are one to scourge the Christians, Blood is the theme we treat in Roman hand, we'll write the comment large o'er all the Land. Nay prithee tell it on Nurse. Good faith I am weary Madam, I never knew my tongue Would tire before: you have not let me close mine eyes tonight. Did not I watch with thee? But I am old, when I was young, love would have kept me waking. So could a young Bachelor yet, widow, I prithee finish but Thy last discourse 'mongst all thy Cotations of men made; Great that were ignoble borne, this I most desire; was Dioclesian joint Caesar with my Father, that oft hath made Rome gorgeous with his triumphs, but of so mean descent As thou reports? A scrivener's son, no better verily, there's many Bonds yet in Rome uncanceled, where he's subscribed a public notary. And yet is that no blemish to his son? Not at all Madam, nay I could come nearer were I sure it Would not offend your Grace. My Grace be pledge, out, prithee speak freely? As I have heard great Maximinus' Father, your Father's Father Madam, was but even a Smith, that with his labour Hammered out his living. 'Tis true, I have heard my Father boast it, yet had I forgot it. Oh Majesty! thou may mest the memory, it loseth all Records That are beneath us, now no more: prithee see if my Shoemaker be come yet, I'll walk abroad perhaps to take the air.
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A second limbe is from our body cut, in Albons relapse; it is That pedant Prince, that seminary Knight Amphiabell, that Poysons thus the current of our State: Bassianus, with two Romane Legions persue that Cambriam sectarist Amphi: his flight Will be to Wales, lay desolate the confines of that superstitious Virgin, that with her sorcerous devotion works miracles, By which she drawes Christians, faster then we can kill 'em: Let her feele our vengance. As Max. wils, where Ceser bids strike Bassianus kils. What meanes this? A messenger from Dioclesian. Faire and Royall greetings, with them intreating great Max. Some present succour in this Gallia Wars, Allerick King of Goaths hath entred France, with ods of strength against Dioclesian; A breathing truce is yet concluded on, untill the Callends of The following moneth, in which there is a day prefixt for battell, For this he craves thy ayde from Brittany, that Romans still May write victori. We, or our best of helpe he might command, by vertue of that Love he lent to us: Rutullus, collect 10000. ablest Brittaines By our expresse command, let them be mixt with two Roman Bands, With both passe the Sea, and in our name greet Diole: Say we Doe wish our personall Arme with him, did not increasing troubles Stay us here: so should it be; the rest weele write to him, Rutullus haste, this must not be delay'd: Bassianus to thy charge, My selfe to mine, our works are one to scourge the Christians, Bloud is the theame we treate in Roman hand, Weele write the comment large o're all the Land. Nay prethee tell it on Nurse. Good faith I am weary Madam, I never knew my tongue Would tire before: you have not let me close mine eyes to night. Did not I watch with thee? But I am old, when I was yong, love would have kept me waking. So could a young Batchelor yet, widdow, I prethe finish but Thy last discourse 'mongst all thy Cotations of men made; Great that were ignoble borne, this I most desire; was Dioclesian joynt ceaser with my Father, that oft hath made Rome gorgeous with his triumphs, but of so meane discent As thou reports? A Scriveners sonne, no better verily, there's many Bonds yet in Rome uncanceld, where hee's subscri'd a publicke notary. And yet is that no blemish to his sonne? Not at all Madam, nay I could come neerer were I sure it Would not offend your Grace. My Grace be pledge, out, prethee speake freely? As I have heard great Maximinus Father, your Fathers Father Madam, was but even a Smith, that with his labour Hammer'd out his living. 'Tis true, I have heard my Father boast it, yet had I forgot it. Oh Majesty! thou may mest the memory, it looseth all Records That are beneath us, now no more: prethee see if my Shoo-maker be come yet, Ile walke abroad perhaps to take the aire.