Richards, Nathaniel · published 1640 · first performed or written 1635 [1634-1636] (Annals) tragedy · King's Revels Company T2 Roman politics: senate, consuls and civi typicality 0.76 · 509 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T2: rome, caesar, senate, sulla, roman, consul, brutus, romans, men, marius.
I fully comprehend, By that distemper lately in your blood. 'Twas Music's sweetest concord to my soul, To hear with what a cold performance Th'act was wrested from you, happy prevention, How like a doubtful battle it hath made The victory more joyful; which had else, Had you replenished those soul-killing sweets, No means for safety then, but fall you must, A prey to slaughter, or a slave to lust. But since with heaven's prevention you are free, Fly Rome; the impious maladies she breeds, Experience tells, are hooks to catch at souls. Therefore to be avoided, there's no trust To trust to stay, where such infection reigns. Who is at all times one; in that right way Man ought to be, being circumvolved 'mong those, That by the Plummets of licentious will Measure their virtues; 'tis impossible. The scholar, He, in whom there doth consist Honest conditions, and within whose heart there's many virtues make their residence, Though with night watchings at his study site, Wasting his vital spirits (not unlike His burning Tapor) to illuminate Others the way that leads to the direct, From superficial to essential joy, Even he, ill company corrupts, directs To the indirect; so that some one vice Robs him of all his virtue: The Soldier That magnanimous resolution, He that leaves nothing unattempted May tend to the honour of his country, Ill company poisons with self conceit, Cankers with envy; till on the rack of Haute ambition stretched, like stubble set On fire he prove a flame. And therefore to prevent us, 'gainst all ill 'gainst Wisdom commands our absence, truly knows, Man at the best, his power to do is little His state obnoxious, at the best most brittle. Your counsel points my actions their true way To immortality, forewarns to fly, The dire event of future Tragedy Which as the flame, the fire of force must follow By th'empress bloody project; that Monster In nature, in this the emperor's absence, Mounts on the highest Spire of infamy, Resolves to join in Hymeneal bands With Cajus which Silius quaint vallanie, To put in speedy practice, he last night Arrived at Court. There let their impudence, For glassy glories of Monarchal state Engender sin with sin, flatter their hopes, While our souls fixed on contemplation Make for the I'll of Corce, (come my dear Friend there on the Tyrrhen shore we'll practise man's sole perfection to be heavenly wise. YOur Excellence that too, too gloriously Resembles your rare Sex; succeeding times Shall to the end of time, gaze and admire, Wonder at your high prudence, which to the Combination of our Nuptials, hath charmed Dull Caesar to a free consent, behold; There you whose loves do ever bind me yours May view my fortunes like a valley rise Above those hills that will admit no clouds, there's a full grant wherein you may discern My glories in this admirable lemme. 'Tis a fit bound unto your boundless glory. Not Ninus, Was e'er more dull, more easily entrap Then Rome's ridiculous Emperor Claudius.
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I fully comprehend, By that distemper lately in your blood. 'Twas musicks sweetest concord to my soule, To heare with what a cold performance Th'act was wrested from you, happy prevention, How like a doubtfull battle it hath made The victory more joyfull; which had else, Had you replenisht those soule-killing sweets, No meanes for safetie then, but fall you must, A prey to slaughter, or a slave to lust. But since with heavens prevention you are free, Fly Rome; the impious maladies she breeds, Experience tells, are hookes to catch at soules. Therefore to be avoyded, ther's no trust To trust to stay, where such infection raignes. VVho is at all times one; in that right way Man ought to be, being circumvolv'd mong those, That by the Plummets of licentious will Measure their vertues; 'tis impossible. The scholler, He, in whom there doth consist Honest conditions, and within whose heart Ther's many vertues make their residence, Though with night watchings at his study site, Wasting his vitall spirits (not unlike His burning Tapor) to illuminate Others the way that leads to the direct, From superficiall to essentiall joy, Even he, ill company corrupts, directs To the indirect; so that some one vice Robs him of all his vertue: The Souldier That magnanimious resolution, He that leaves nothing unattempted May tend to the honour of his countrey, Ill company poysons with selfe conceit, Cankers with envie; till on the racke of Haute ambition stretcht, like stubble set On fire he prove a flame. And therefore to prevent us, gainst all ill 'gainst Wisedome commands our absence, truly knowes, Man at the best, his power to doe is little His state obnoxious, at the best most brittle. Your counsell points my actions their true way To immortalitie, forewarnes to flye, The dire event of future Tragedy Which as the flame, the fire of force must follow By th'Emp'resse bloudy project; that Monster In nature, in this the Emperours absence, Mounts on the highest Spyre of infamy, Resolves to joyne in Hymeneall bands With Cajus which Silius quaint vallanie, To put in speedy practise, he last night Ariv'd at Court. There let their impudence, For glassie glories of Monorcall state Ingender sinne with sinne, flatter their hopes, While our soules fixt on contemplation Make for the Ile of Corce, (come my deare Friend there on the Tyrhen shore wee'l practise Mans sole perfection to be heavenly wise. YOur Excellence that too, too gloriously Resembles your rare Sex; succeeding times Shall to the end of time, gaze and admire, Wonder at your high prudence, which to the Combination of our Nuptialls, hath charm'd Dull Casar to a free consent, behold; There you whose loves doe ever bind me yours May view my fortunes like a valley rise Above those hills that will admit no clouds, Ther's a full grant wherein you may discerne My glories in this admirable lemme. 'Tis a fit bound unto your boundlesse glory. Not Ninus, Was e're more dull, more easily entrap Then Romes rediculous Em'prour Claudius.