Lower, William · published 1639 · first performed or written 1639 [c.1622-1639] (Annals) not in BritDrama T17 Eastern conquest: Persians, Turks and so typicality 0.79 · 485 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T17: tamburlaine, persian, cyrus, king, mahomet, arms, mighty, assyrian, thousand, army.
Sir, I was not Wanting in the least part of my commission. How did they take my leaving them, and this my separation. At the first unkindly, Because you would not take them as a guard To safe conduct your person, yet when I enforced your love by binding arguments, They did submit unto your will, and stood No longer to dispute it. Yet their hearts Were grieved I make no question, for their loss And desperate fortunes. Not so much my Lord For their own fortunes, as for yours appeared they Troubled in mind, for when I drew them all Into a Ring, and told your mind unto them, From every common soldiers' eye, gushed forth Rivers of tears, and after from their hearts, broke forth these exclamations: O my Prince, My dearest Prince, why should the partial heavens Deal so unjustly with thee, or their malice Injure thy goodness? why wilt thou depart So weakly guarded, and expose thyself Yet longer naked to the stroke of fortune? Why should we be excluded from thy presence? Yet since it is his pleasure, we'll no longer Dispute the reasons why, but yield unto it: Heavens prove propitious, let his smiling stars Shed pleasing influences o'er his head, And guide his journey, let the froward fates See and repent the wrong they did unto him, And recompense his loss with interest For all his sufferings: O what cause have we To grieve for him, for ne'er in any age, Have subjects boasted of a sweeter Prince. This makes me melt again, and to deplore Their miserable state and sad condition That were so touched with mine; but Consolario, What desert soil is this, that so well suits My desert mind? what solitary land That mocks my far more solitary heart? What air do we now breath in? Sir, this Country Is termed the deserts of Arabia Where we now travel in. Not that same Country. So famous for the Phoenix and her nest, And for that second Phoenix, rare Phaenicia, (Far more to be admired then the first) Th' Arabian Kings fair daughter. No my Lord, That's called Arabia Faelix, this deserta, So infamous through thefts and robberies Committed on all travellers by the thieves And outlaws of the Country, who frequent These Caves and Mountains, this and th'other part Make but one kingdom, 'twas not my advice You came this way, you know I told you of The danger by the robbers. Prithee tell me What should they rob from me that I should shun them? What have I left that I should fear a thief? A jewel, two or three, poor paltry toys To lose, when I before have lost a kingdom: You'll say they'll take my life, alas they will not Be so compassionate to ease me of A burden so despised, under which I faint, and panting breath this air of woe.
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Sir, I was not Wanting in the least part of my commission. How did they take my leaving them, and this my separation. At the first unkindely, Because you would not take them as a guard To safe conduct your person, yet when I Enforc'd your love by binding arguments, They did submit unto your will, and stood No longer to dispute it. Yet their hearts Were griev'd I make no question, for their losse And desperate fortunes. Not so much my Lord For their owne fortunes, as for yours appear'd they Troubled in minde, for when I drew them all Into a Ring, and told your minde unto them, From every common souldiers eye, gusht forth Rivers of teares, and after from their hearts, Brake forth these exclamations: O my Prince, My deerest Prince, why should the partiall heavens Deale so unjustly with thee, or their malice Injure thy goodnesse? why wilt thou depart So weakely guarded, and expose thy selfe Yet longer naked to the stroke of fortune? Why should we be excluded thy preence? Yet since it is his pleasure, wee'l no longer Dispute the reasons why, but yeeld unto it: Heavens prove propitious, let his smiling stars Shed pleasing influences o're his head, And guide his journey, let the froward fates See and repent the wrong they did unto him, And recompence his losse with interest For all his sufferings: O what cause have we To grieve for him, for ne're in any age, Have subjects boasted a sweeter Prince. This makes me melt againe, and to deplore Their miserable state and sad condition That were so touch'd with mine; but Consolario, What desart soile is this, that so well suit My desart minde? what solitary land That mockes my farre more solitary heart? What ayre doe we now breath in? Sir, this Country Is term'd the desarts of Arabia Where we now travell in. Not that same Country. So famous for the Phaenix and her nest, And for that second Phaenix, rare Phaeniia, (Farre more to be admired then the first) Th' Arabian Kings faire daughter. No my Lord, That's call'd Arabia aelix, this deserta, So infamous through thefts and bberies Committed on all travellers by the theeves And out-lawes of the Country, who frequent These Caves and Mountaines, this and th'other part Make but one kingdome, 'twas not my advice You came this way, you know I told you of The danger by the robbers. Prethee tell me What should they rob from me that I should shun them? What have I left that I should feare a theefe? A jewell, two or three, poor paultry toyes To loose, when I before have lost a kingdome: You'l say they'l take my life, alas they will not Be so compassionate to ease me of A burthen so despised, under which I faint, and panting breath this ayre of woe.