Gascoigne, George / Kinwelmershe, Francis / Yelverton, ChristopherEuripides / Dolce, Lodovico · published 1573 · first performed or written 1566 (Annals) tragedy unassigned nearest T34 Thebes and royal catastrophe: siege, sla · 505 words
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I neither aught, ne will keep it so close. Shall I be then the murderer of mine own? Ne blame not me, but blame the stars for this. Can heavens condemn but him alone to die? We ought believe the cause is good and just. " Unjust is he condemns the innocent. " A fool is he accuseth heavens of wrongs. " There can no ill thing come from heavens above. Then this that heaven commands can not be ill. I not believe that thou hast talked with God. Because I tell thee that doth thee displease. Out of my sight accursed lying wretch. Go daughter go, oh what a fool is he That puts in ure to publish prophecies? " For if he do foretell a froward fate, Though it be true, yet shall he purchase hate: " And if he silence keep, or hide the truth, The heavy wrath of mighty Gods ensueth. Apollo he might well tell things to come, That had no dread the angry to offend: But high we daughter hence some other way. OH my dear child, well hast thou heard with ear These weary news, or rather wicked tales That this divine of thee divined hath: Yet will thy father never be thy foe, With cruel doom thy death for to consent. You rather ought, O father, to consent Unto my death, since that my death may bring Unto this town both peace and victory. " Ne can I purchase more praiseworthy death Than for my countries wealth to lose my breath. I can not praise this witless will of thine. " You know dear father, that this life of ours Is brittle, short, and nothing else in deed " But tedious toil and pangs of endless pain: And death, whose dart to some men seems so fell, " Brings quiet end to this unquiet life. Unto which end who soonest doth arrive, " Finds soonest rest of all his restless grief. And were it so, that here on earth we felt " No prick of pain, nor that our flattering days Were never dashed by froward fortune's frown, " Yet being borne (as all men are) to die, Were not this worthy glory and renown, " To yield the country soil where I was borne, For so long time, so short a time as mine? I can not think that this can be denied. Then if to shun this haughty high behest, Mine only cause, O father, doth you move, Be sure, you seek to take from me your son, The greatest honour that I can attain: But if your own commodity you move, So much the less you ought the same allow: For look, how much the more you have in Thebes, So much the more you ought to love the same: Here have you Haemon, he that in my stead (O my dear father) may with you remain, So that, although you be deprived of me, Yet shall you not be quite deprived of heirs.
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I neither ought, ne will kéepe it so close. Shall I be then the murtherer of mine owne? Ne blame not me, but blame the starres for this. Can heauens condemne but him alone to dye? We ought beléeue the cause is good and iust. "Uniust is he condemnes the innocent. "A foole is he accuseth heauens of wrongs. "There can no ill thing come from heauēs aboue. Then this that heauen commaunds can not be ill. I not beléeue that thou hast talkt with God. Bicause I tell thée that doth thée displease. Out of my sight accursed lying wretche. Go daughter go, oh what a foole is he That puts in vre to publishe prophecies? "For if he do foretell a frowarde fate, "Though it be true, yet shall he purchase hate: "And if he silence kéepe, or hide the truth, "The heauy wrath of mightie Gods ensuth. Apollo he might well tell things to come, That had no dread the angry to offende: But hye we daughter hence some other way. OH my deare childe, well hast thou heard with eare These wéery newes, or rather wicked tales That this deuine of thee deuined hath: Yet will thy father neuer be thy foe, With cruell doome thy death for to consent. You rather ought, O father, to consent Unto my death, since that my death may bring Unto this towne bothe peace and victorie. "Ne can I purchase more prayseworthy deathe "Than for my countreys wealth to lose my breath. I can not prayse this witlesse will of thine. "You know deare father, that this life of ours "Is brittle, short, and nothing else in déede "But tedious toyle and pangs of endlesse payne: "And death, whose darte to some men séemes so fell, "Brings quiet ende to this vnquiet life. "Unto which ende who soonest doth arriue, "Findes soonest rest of all his restlesse griefe. "And were it so, that here on earth we felte "No pricke of payne, nor that our flattring dayes "Were neuer dasht by frowarde fortunes frowne, "Yet béeing borne (as all men are) to dye, "Were not this worthy glory and renowne, "To yéelde the countrey soyle where I was borne, "For so long time, so shorte a time as mine? I can not thinke that this can be denied. Then if to shunne this haughtie highe behst, Mine onely cause, O father, doth you moue, Be sure, you séeke to take from me your sonne, The greatest honor that I can attayne: But if your owne commoditie you moue, So much the lesse you ought the same allowe: For looke, how much the more you haue in Thebes, So much the more you ought to loue the same: Here haue you Hemone, he that in my steade (O my deare father) may with you remaine, So that, although you be depriued of me, Yet shall you not be quite depriued of heires.