Richards, Nathaniel · published 1640 · first performed or written 1635 [1634-1636] (Annals) tragedy · King's Revels Company unassigned nearest T60 Imperial Rome: rulers, favour and politi · 496 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T60: caesar, rome, emperor, empire, honour, lord, lucius, great, palsgrave, kings.
Hold, be not so respectless Of him that loves you dearer than his life▪ Dreadless of death I speak it, what is death? A bug to scar th'ignoble cowards mind The valiant never; did the Fates conspire And terrible death in the most horrid shape It e'er put on threat, despair, and ruin, Yet it should ne'er affright the soul of Silius; Th'impatient sudden cause of discontent In your rare worth, only torments me more Than were I racked upon Ixion's wheel To perpetuity; be gracious then To him that does repent, confess his error, Seal't with this kiss. Did Lucius Catiline Spare wife nor child, for Orestillas love, And must our high born savours be slighted Put off with bare persuasives. Oh be pleased. Let mighty Queens, majestic eminence In the high pitch of their ambition learn Of us to hate corivalls in their love Trampling the Torch of hymeneal rites Under their seat. The attractive force Of those amazing eyes those glorious lights Fixed in the Firmament of your sweet face Shall make me undergo the worst of ill, Though with the forfeiture of life I hazard A death more terrible than Alcides was. I love thee now, like to a burning glass thoust fired a fresh th'affection of my mind More violent than ever▪ be gone, be gone, Hasten Syllanas death then come to Court, There the Imperial Diadem of Rome Dreadless of Caesar shall impale thy Front Like Iove and Iuno in a nuptial knot, we'll knit the bands of Hymen, and out shine The glorious Tapers of the golden Sun, Whirl through the stately streets of spacious Rome Like glistering Phaeton in an Orient chair. That with the bare report, swift fame shall strike Amazement through the world Monarchal state All-gazing eyes fixed on our rich attire Languish in dreams our stately state admire. Ravished in thought panting amazed I stand At your Harmonious speech Emphatical. Ambitious blood, like to the Banks of Nile o'er flows this Orb of man's circumference, And points my actions thus their way to ill Aspiring Arms lavolta when they kill. Go the influence of whose power stars, Mounts thy imperial lot to set aloft On the high Orb of our affection, Like the bright rising oriental Sun, When it salutes Aurora; 'bove the choice Of five and twenty jove-like Ganimends, Who charmed, and wrapped in wanton dalliance, Live fired with admiration; O pleasing, More pleasing sweet to my insate desire, Then was to Sinon Illions lofty fire. Shall Messallina in her flourishing youth Like dull and tame, Nobility live cooped, Confined and mewed up singular to one; No Caesar no, 'twere fool's Philosophy, And I abjure't; there is no music in't, Those of our Sex the minds of sots contain And are of no brave spirits that deny Pleasure, the heaven of my Idolatry. Plagues yet unfelt light on thee mischievous Slave, villain, dog, murderer rot as thou livest. Mother the cause of your distemperature.
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Hold, be not so respectlesse Of him that loves you dearer then his life▪ Dreadlesse of death I speake it, what is death? A bug to scarre th'ignoble cowards minde The valiant never; did the Fates conspire And terrible death in the most horrid shape It er'e put on threat, despaire, and ruine, Yet it should ne're affright the soule of Silius; Th'impatient sudaine cause of discontent In your rare worth, onely torments me more Then were I rack't upon Ixions wheele To perpetuitie; be gracious then To him that does repent, confesse his errour, Seal't with this kisse. Did Lucius Cataline Spare wife nor childe, for Orestillas love, And must our high borne savours be slighted Put off with bare perswasives. Oh be pleas'd. Let mighty Queenes, majestick emminence In the high pitch of their ambition learne Of us to hate corivalls in their love Trampling the Torch of Hymenaeall rites Vnder their sete. The attractive force Of those amazing eyes those glorious lights Fixt in the Firmament of your sweet fce Shall make me undergoe the worst of ill, Though with the forfeiture of life I azard A death more terrible then Alcides was. I love thee now, like to a burning glasse Th'ast fier'd a fresh th'affection of my minde More violent then ever▪ be gone, be gone, Hasten Syllanas death then come to Court, There the Emperiall Diadem of Rome Dreadlesse of Caesar shall impale thy Front Like Iove and Iuno in a nuptiall knot, Wee'l knit the bands of Hymen, and out shine The glorious Tapers of the golden Sunne, Whirle through the stately streets of spacious Rome Like glistring Phaeton in an Orient chaire. That with the bare report, swift fame shall strike Amazement through the world Monarchall state All-gazing eyes fixt on our rich attire Languish in dreames our stately state admire. Ravisht in thought panting amaz'd I stand At your Harmonious speech Emphaticall. Ambitious blood, like to the Bankes of Nyle Ore flowes this Orbe of mans circumference, And points my actions thus their way to ill Aspiring Armes Lavolto when they kill. Goe the influence of whose power starres, Mounts thy imperiall lot to set aloft On the high Orbe of our affection, Like the bright rising orientall Sun, When it salutes Aurora; 'bove the choice Of five and twentie Iove-like Ganimends, Who charm'd, and wrapt in wanton dalliance, Live fir'd with admiration; O pleasing, More pleasing sweet to my insate desire, Then was to Synon Illions loftie fire. Shall Messallina in her flourishing youth Like dull and tame, Nobilitie live coopt, Confin'd and mew'd up singular to one; No Caesar no, t'were fooles Philosophy, And I abjure't; there is no musick in't, Those of our Sex the mindes of sots containe And are of no brave spirits that deny Pleasure, the heaven of my Idolatry. Plagues yet unfelt light on thee mischievous Slave, villane, dog, murderer rot as thou livest. Mother the cause of your distemprature.