May, Thomas · published 1639 · first performed or written 1626 (Annals) tragedy · Unknown unassigned nearest T38 Death, parting and grief at court · 482 words
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She has deceived thee, And all of us; the worst that I could fear Is come to pass: oh run Epaphroditus, I'll follow thee with all the speed I can. But all too late, I fear, our speed will come. This is my second Coronation day; But nobler than the first, and fuller far Of real honour, and magnificence. Nor till this pompous hour was Cleopatra A perfect Queen, alas, I did not sway A Sceptre over fortune, or command As now I do, the destinies themselves. I wore a painted honour, a mere shadow Of Royal state, and such a feeble Crown As war could threaten, treason undermine, And every puff of Fortune blow it off. My state is constant now, my thoughts above The fear of dangers or opposing foes. What new addition has she got off state? I cannot tell, nor can I guess her meaning. Glaucus and Mardio, leave the room a while. Come hither Girls, I will no longer hide My joys from you; in such attire as this I go to meet my dear Antonius. Madam, he's dead. Alas, thou art deceived. He lives my Charmio in the other world, And stays for me; I have been too too slack In coming to him: this that here lies dead Was but the house that lodged my dearest Lord, That earthly Mansion, that did once contain The kindest, noblest, and the truest soul That ever lived; and this our second meeting Is far more sweet, and full of noble love Then when we first met in Cilicia, When our magnificence and pomp did fill The world with wonder and astonishment. Why weep you girls? is it to see your Mistress Greater than ere in Glory? if you loved me, You'd weep to see great Cleopatra led A wretched captive through the streets of Rome Before proud Caesar's chariot, mocked and flouted, And from a Queen become Octavia's drudge. No, no, my girls, I will be still myself And from this seat of state look down in scorn On Rome, and Caesar's threats as things below me. Nor here shall my attendance leave you, Madam, I'll wait upon you to th'elysian shades. Nor will poor Charmio be left behind. My earthly race is run, and I descend As great a ghost as Theban Semele, When her ambitious love had sought and met The Thunderers embraces, when no Pile Of earthly wood, but Jove's celestial fire Consumed her beauty's relics, and sent down Her soul from that Majestic funeral. Farewell thou fading remnant of my Love. When I am gone, I'll leave these earthly parts To keep thee company: never to part, But dwell together, and dissolve together. Come Asp, possess thy mansion; freely feed On these two hills, upon whose snowy tops The winged Cupid oft has taken stand, And shot from thence the proudest hearts on earth.
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She has deceiv'd thee, And all of us; the worſt that I could fear Is come to paſſe: oh run Epaphroditus, I'll follow thee with all the ſpeed I can. But all too late, I fear, our ſpeed will come. This is my ſecond Coronation day; But nobler then the firſt, and fuller farre Of reall honour, and magnificence. Nor till this pompous houre was Cleopatra A perfect Queen, alas, I did not ſway A Scepter over fortune, or command As now I do, the deſtinies themſelves. I wore a painted honour, a meer ſhadow Of Royall ſtate, and ſuch a feeble Crown As warre could threaten, treaſon undermine, And every puffe of Fortune blow it off. My ſtate is conſtant now, my thoughts above The fear of dangers or oppoſing foes. What new addition has ſhe got off ſtate? I cannot tell, nor can I gueſſe her meaning. Glaucus and Mardio, leave the room a while. Come hither Girles, I will no longer hide My joys from you; in ſuch attire as this I go to meet my dear Antonius. Madam, he's dead. Alas, thou art deceiv'd. He lives my Charmio in the other world, And ſtays for me; I have been too too ſlack In comming to him: this that here lies dead Was but the houſe that lodg'd my deareſt Lord, That earthly Manſion, that did once contain The kindeſt, nobleſt, and the trueſt ſoule That ever liv'd; and this our ſecond meeting Is farre more ſweet, and full of noble love Then when we firſt met in Cilicia, When our magnificence and pomp did fill The world with wonder and aſtoniſhment. Why weep you girles? is it to ſee your Miſtris Greater then ere in Glory? if you lov'd me, You'd weep to ſee great Cleopatra led A wretched captive through the ſtreets of Rome Before proud Caeſar's chariot, mock'd and flowted, And from a Queen become Octaviaes drudge. No, no, my girles, I will be ſtill my ſelf And from this ſeat of ſtate look down in ſcorn On Rome, and Caeſar's threats as things below me. Nor heer ſhall my attendance leave you, Madam, I'll wait upon you to th'Eliſian ſhades. Nor will poor Charmi be left behinde. My earthly race is run, and I deſcend As great a ghoſt as Theban Semele, When her ambitious love had ſought and met The Thunderers embraces, when no Pile Of earthly wood, but Jove's celeſtiall fire Conſum'd her beauties reliques, and ſent down Her ſoul from that Majeſtick funerall. Farewell thou fading remnant of my Love. When I am gone, I'll leave theſe earthly parts To keep thee company: never to part, But dwell together, and diſſolve together. Come Aſpe, poſſeſſe thy manſion; freely feed On theſe two hils, upon whoſe ſnowy tops The winged Cupid oft has taken ſtand, And ſhot from thence the proudeſt hearts on earth.