Massinger, Philip · published 1639 · first performed or written 1624 [1624-1625] (Annals) tragedy · King's Men · Globe unassigned nearest T60 Imperial Rome: rulers, favour and politi · 495 words
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Dare I live, Dare I when mountains of my sins over whelm me At my last gasp ask for mercy? how I bless Thy coming Captain, never man to me Arrived so opportunely; and thy message, However it may seem to threaten death, Does yield to me a second life in curing My wounded honour, stand I yet suspected As a confederate with this enemy, Whom of all men, against all ties of nature He marks out for destruction? you are just Immortal powers, and in this merciful, And it takes from any sorrow, and my shame For being the father to so bad a son, In that you are pleased to offer up the monster To my correction. Blush and repent As you are bound my honourable Lords Your ill opinions of me, not great Brutus The father of the Roman liberty With more assured constancy beheld His traitor sons, for labouring to call home The banished Tarquins, scourged with rods to death, Than I will show when I take back the life This prodigy of mankind received from me. We are sorry Monsieur Malefort for our error And are much taken with your resolution But the disparity of years, and strength Between you, and your son, duly considered We would not so expose you Then you kill me Under pretence to save me. O my Lords As you love honour, and a wronged man's fame Deny me not this fair, and noble means To make me right again to all the world. Should any other but myself be chosen To punish this Apostata with death, You rob a wretched father of a justice That to all after times will be recorded, I wish his strength were centuple, his skill equal To my experience, that in his fall He may not shame my victory, I feel The powers, and spirits of twenty strong men in me. Were he with wild fire circled, I undaunted Would make way to him, as you do affect Sir My daughter Theocrine, as you are My true and ancient friend, as thou art valiant, And as all love a soldier, second me In this my just petition, in your looks I see a grant my Lord. You shall o'erbear me, And since you are so confident in your cause, Prepare you for the combat. With more joy Than yet I ever tasted, by the next sun, The disobedient rebel shall hear from me And so return in safety, my good Lords, To all my service, I will die or purchase Rest to Marseilles, nor can I make doubt, But his impiety is a potent charm, To edge my sword and add strength to my arm. HE did accept the challenge then? Nay more, Was over joyed in't; and as it had been A fair invitement to a solemn feast, And not a combat to conclude with death, He cheerfully embraced it. Are the articles Signed to on both parts?
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Dare I live, Dare I when mountaines of my sins ore whelme me At my last gaspe aske for mercie? how I blesse Thy comming Captaine, never man to me Arriv'd so opportunely; and thy message, However it may seeme to threaten death, Does yield to mee a second life in curing My wounded honour, stand I yet suspected As a confederate with this enemie, VVhom of all men, against all ties of nature He markes out for destruction? you are just Immortall powers, and in this merciful, And it takes from any sorrow, and my shame For being the father to so bad a sonne, In that you are pleasd to offer up the monster To my correction. Blush and repent As you are bound my honourable Lords Your ill opinions of me, not great Brutus The father of the Roman liberty With more assured constancy beheld His traytor sons, for labouring to call home The banished Tarquins, scourgd with rods to death, Then I will show when I take backe the life This prodigie of mankinde receivd from me. We are sory Monsieur Malefort for our errour And are much taken with your resolution But the disparity of yeares, and strength Between you, and your sonne, duely considerd We would not so expose you Then you kill me Under pretence to save me. O my Lords As you love honour, and a wrongd mans fame Denie me not this faire, and noble meanes To make me right againe to all the world. Should any other but my selfe be chosen To punish this Apostata with death, You rob a wretched father of a justice That to all after times will be recorded, I wish his strength were uple, his skill equall To my experience, that in his fall He may not shame my victory, I feele The powers, and spirits of twenty strong men in me. Were hee with wild fire circl'd, I undaunted Would make way to him, as you doe affect Sir My daughter Theocrin, as you are My true and ancient friend, as thou art valiavt, And as all love a souldier, second me In this my just petition, in your lookes I see a grant my Lord. You shall orebeare me, And since you are so confident in your cause, Prepare you for the combate. With more joy Then yet I ever tasted, by the next sunne, The disobedient rebell shall heare from me And so returne in safety, my good Lords, To all my service, I will di or purchase Rest to Marsellis, nor can I make doubt, But his impietie is a potent charme, To edge my sword and adde strength to my anne. HEE did accept the challenge then? Nay more, Was over joyd in't; and as it had beene A faire invitement to a solemne feast, And not a comb to conclude with death, He chearefully imbrac'd it. Are the articles Sign'd to on both parts?