Richards, Nathaniel · published 1640 · first performed or written 1635 [1634-1636] (Annals) tragedy · King's Revels Company unassigned nearest T36 Hell, Furies and the language of punishm · 492 words
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Your highness' pleasure. Cause Cajus, Silius to be sent for straight, And let Harmonious Music's ravishing Airs, Breath our delight. To your accomplished wish. Circle me round you Furies of the night, Dart all your fiery lust-stung Arrows here. Here, here, let Circe and the Sirens charms, Pour their enchantments; Monarch of flames, Fill with alluring poison these mine eyes That I may with the misty souls of men, And send them tumbling to th'Acharusian Fen: 'Twere an all pleasing object unto thee, Thou great arch-ruler of the low Abyss, Like to Cadmaean Semele I would burn Rather than want this my implored desire▪ And be consumed in thunder, smoke, and fire; Let petty queen's dull appetite dread fear, I'll be myself sole pleasures Queen in all. Ha, what's this? cease that Music there, A sudden strange and drowsy heaviness Enchants my tender eyes to close their lights▪ From those blue flames burning dim, Where black souls in sulphur swim. Dark infernal Den below, Lakes of horror, pain and woe. From dread Thunder smoking fire, We come▪ we fly at thy desire. To fire thy mind, lewdly inclined. To deeds unjust, murder and lust. Dreaming see, at thee, at thee. Furies dart sins potent night. Sable shafts of endless night. Furies enough, I'm fully satisfied, A Pleurisy of lust runs through my veins I could grasp with any. Me above all. O the unsounded sea of my delight In thee my Silius, 'tis miraculous, Ineffable, never to be expressed By learning's deepest Art. Glory of queens▪ Cease to enchant with words that can so charm. And Scarf about thy neck, my Ivory Arm practice upon thy lips the Energy Of sweet allurements, shoot into thine eyes Amorous glances stirring dalliance, Embracements, passions, such as shall beget Perpetual appetite, that all the gods May in beholding emulate our joy, Enveloped with pleasures sweetest sweets, ambrosiac kisses thus. Delicate Nectar. Redoubled thus and thus. O I am all Flame, A scorched enchanted flame and I shall burn To Cinders with delight, debarred to quench Fervour with fervour, violent flame with flames. Thou art too noble a substance to embrace Thy wife Syllana, be sudden, kill her, She must not live. How? Be not ignorant, That singular alone we must enjoy The freedom of thy body undebarred lest let to pleasure, by this I charm thee. O that delicious melting kiss prevails; Sucks dry the sweetness of a soul distressed, Poisons my blood and brain, and makes me apt To do an outrage▪ I should loathe to name: O if I ere was gracious in your sight, Desist fair beauties abstract, I implore; Spur me not on to murders horrid act Which I shall ever rue; let it suhse, I'm only yours, never Syllana's more; Sworn a perpetual exile from her bed, Vanished so soon, how wondrous strange seems this. Death and destruction satisfy my will Or take't in thy bosom, I'm intemperate Briefly resolve.
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Your highnesse pleasure. Cause Cajus, Silius to be sent for straight, And let Harmonius Musicks ravishing Ayres, Breath our delight. To your accomplisht wish. Circle me round you Furies of the night, Dart all your fiery lust-stung Arrowes here. Here, here, let Circe and the Syrens charmes, Poure their inchantments; Monarch of flames, Fill with aluring poyson these mine eyes That I may with the mistie soules of mn, And send them tumbling to th'Acharusian Fen: 'Twere an all pleasing object unto thee, Thou great Arck-Ruler of the lowe Abysse, Like to Cadmaean Semele I wu'd burne Rather then want this my implor'd desire▪ And be consum'd in thunder, smoake, and fire; Let petty Queenes dull appetite dread feare, I'le be my selfe sole pleasures Queene in all. Ha, whats this? cease that Musicke there, A suddaine strange and drousie heavinesse Enchants my tender eyes to close their lights▪ From those blew flames burning dimme, Where black soules in sulphure swimme. Darke infernall Den below, Lakes of horrour, paine and woe. From dread Thunder smoaking fire, We come▪ we flye at thy desire. To fire thy mind, lewdly inclind. To deeds unjust, murder and lust. Dreaming see, at thee, at thee. Furies dart sinnes potent night. Sable shafts of endlesse night. Furies enough, I'me fully satisfide, A Plurifie of lust runnes through my veines I could graspe with any. Me above all. O the unsounded sea of my delight In thee my Silius, tis miraculous, Ineffable, never to be exprest By learnings deepest Art. Glory of Queenes▪ Cease to enchant with words that can so charme. And Scarfe about thy neck, my Ivory Arme Practise upon thy lips the Energie Of sweet alurements, shoot into thine eyes Amorous glances stirring dalliance, Embracements, passions, such as shall beget Perpetuall appetite, that all the gods May in beholding emulate our joy, Enveloped with pleasures sweetest sweets, Ambrosiack kisses thus. Delicate Nectar. Redoubled thus and thus. O I am all Flame, A scorcht inchanted flame and I shall burne To Cinders with delight, debar'd to quench Fervour with fervour, violent flame with flames. Thou art too noble a substance to imbrace Thy wife Syllana, be sudaine, kill her, She must not live. How? Be not ignorant, That singular alone we must enjoy The freedome of thy body undebard Least let to pleasure, by this I charme thee. O that delicious melting kisse prevailes; Sucks dry the sweetnesse of a soule distrest, Poysons my blood and braine, and makes me apt To doe an outrage▪ I should loathe to name: O if I er'e was gracious in your sight, Desist faire beauties abstract, I implore; Spur me not on to murders horrid act Which I shall ever rue; let it suhse, I'me onely yours, never Syllana's more; Sworne a perpetuall exile from her bed, Vanisht so soone, how wondrous strange seemes this. Death and destruction satisfie my will Or take't in thy bosome, I'me intemperate Briefly resolve.