Cartwright, William · published 1639 · first performed or written 1636 [Aug 30] (Annals) tragicomedy · King's Men · before the Court unassigned nearest T53 The crown: kingship claimed, resigned an · 500 words
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My Lords, you must make haste with all your forces To th'queen and Ladies in Arsamnes Castle: They now are likely all to be surprised, By the remainder of the Greeks. Cratander, That damned Villain hath enticed 'em thither Merely t' entrap 'em. Let us to the King; we'll on although against revolted Slaves We fought with Men before, but now with Vice; He calls for death that must be conquered twice. MOst virtuous Queen, you make me search myself, To find the worth which you do so far prize; As thus to hazard for one man, whose life Is under value, that which others would not For a whole Kingdom, Reputation. Where Goodness is to suffer, I would willingly Become the Sacrifice myself to free it. Had great Arsamnes been in danger, had Your whole Line been in jeopardy of ruin, You could have done no more; Your pity hath Thrust you into Heroic Actions, far Beyond the eager Valour of tried Captains; Which I can never worthily admire, When I consider your reward will only Be, to be ranked in story with a Slave. I do't not to the Man, but to the Virtue. The deed's reward enough unto itself. 'Twould be a piece of exemplary Ingratitude, To bring you into any danger hence: You're safe as in your Court; your Subjects shall not Run any doubtful hazard, in the Chance Of an uncertain Battle: their first step Shall be Victorious: and when your Eloquence, Guarded with Beauty, shall procure the freedom Of our Enthralled City, the Ephesians Shall know a Goddess greater than their own, And you depose our magnified Diana; Having Shrines in every Breast outshining hers. As for myself, I shall live still in those Good benefits my Country shall receive. This day instating me in Immortality: While raising thus our City by my fall, I shall go down a welcome shade, and dwell Among the Ancient Fathers of my Country. Leave the Conditions to me: but peace; Expect me quietly a while, they come. CAn you contain Sir? look how proudly he Sits in the midst, hemmed in on every side With Beauties, which his wheeling eye runs o'er All in a Minute. Here's a delicacy That ne'er was practised by a Captive yet, Nor heard of since the Custom first began, That Conquered Slaves should personate their King, The Luxury and Riot of armed Love! O that mine eyes could dart forth piercing Lightning! That I could shoot some quick invisible Plague Into his boiling marrow. He is seated So, that a Dart or Arrow cannot reach him, Without the danger of a Persian breast, Worth all his Nation. But why name I worth, Where I see so much Infamy? O Atossa! Is this your amity to Virtue? this The Pity that you lend afflicted goodness? There's work enough now for my sword, although The Enemy approach not. Credulous woman, Descend, Arsamnes calls thee; if he be A Name regarded when Cratander's by.
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My Lords, you must make haste with all your forces To th'Queene and Ladyes in Arsamnes Castle: They now are likely all to be surpriz'd, By the remainder of the Greekes. Cratander, That damned Villaine hath entic'd 'em thither Meerely t▪ entrap 'em. Let us to the King; Wee'le on although against revolted Slaves We fought with Men before, but now with Vice; He calls for death that must be conquer'd twice. MOst vertuous Queen, you make me search my self, To find the worth which you do so far prize; As thus to hazard for one man▪ whose life Is under value, that which others would not For a whole Kingdome, Reputation. Where Goodnes is to suffer, I would willingly Become the Sacrifice my selfe to free it. Had great Arsamnes beene in danger, had Your whole Line beene in jeopardy of ruine, You could have done no more; Your pity hath Thrust you into Heroick Actions, farre Beyond the eager Valour of try'd Captaines; Which I can never worthily admire, When I consider your reward will only Be, to be rank'd in story with a Slave. I do't not to the Man, but to the Vertue. The deed's reward enough unto it selfe. 'Twould be a peece of exemplary Ingratitude, To bring you into any danger hence: You're safe as in your Court; your Subjects shall not Run any doubtfull hazard, in the Chance Of an uncertaine Battle: their first step Shall be Victorious: and when your Eloquence, Guarded with Beauty, shall procure the freedome Of our Enthralled City, the Ephesians Shall know a Goddesse greater than their owne, And you depose our magnify'd Diana; Having Shrines in every Breast out-shining hers. As for my selfe, I shall live still in those Good benefits my Country shall receive. This day instating me in Immortality: While raising thus our City by my fall, I shall goe downe a welcome shade, and dwell Among the Ancient Fathers of my Country. Leave the Conditions to me: but peace; Expect me quietly a while, they come. CAn you containe Sir? looke how proudly hee Sits in the midst, hemm'd in on every side With Beauties, which his wheeling eye runs o're All in a Minute. Here's a delicacy That ne're was practis▪d by a Captive yet, Nor heard of since the Custome first began, That Conquer'd Slaves should personate their King, The Luxury and Ryot of arm▪d Love! O that mine eyes could dart forth peircing Lightning▪ That I could shoot some quicke invisible Plague Into his boyling marrow. Hee is seated So, that a Dart or Arrow cannot reach him, Without the danger of a Persian breast, Worth all his Nation. But why name I worth, Where I see so much Infamy? O Atossa! Is this your amity to Vertue? this The Pity that you lend afflicted goodnesse? There's worke enough now for my sword, although The Enemy approach not. Credulous woman, Descend, Arsamnes calls thee; if he be A Name regarded when Cratander's by.