Richards, Nathaniel · published 1640 · first performed or written 1635 [1634-1636] (Annals) tragedy · King's Revels Company T60 Imperial Rome: rulers, favour and politi typicality 0.79 · 530 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T60: caesar, rome, emperor, empire, honour, lord, lucius, great, palsgrave, kings.
Gone, O happy blessed blessed prevention That to mine ears unlocked the horrid sound The black intention of so foul a rape▪ A hundred vestal virgins to be whored, First let the world dissolve and dissipate; To its first Chaos; O thou all seeing power Prostrate on bended knees, I here implore, Beg at thy mighty hands t' inspire my soul, Make me the substitute and holy means▪ The sweet prevention of so horrid a Fact; O heaven 'tis granted, thanks Majesty Divine; work on my mind; thought happily Thought upon; a spacious vault I have, which Near adjourns unto the Vestals Temple; Thither this night by a back secret way I'll draw the holy maids (none will suspect Because all deem me mad) there by this hand Succour, relief, and safety shall attend Your noble souls; chaste maids live long and blessed, " Free from the bondage of black mischief's hands, To virtuous Actions, heaven propitious stands. ARe we not Caesar? Is not Rome's Empire servile unto us? You mad me with your news. Mad a Dog, a Cat, a Rat, you're to tame, want spirit To be mad, I am mad, mad to the depth Of madness; O I could tear my hair, to See you thus, thus senseless of your wrongs, but Do, do; be the grand Cuckold of this universe, Let Cajus Silius reign Rome's Emperor. Loved of the people. Honoured of the Senate hurried in triumph through the streets of Rome▪ In Caesar's Chariot glistering like the Sun, While Caesar, unlike Caesar calmly suffers. Out of his Empire finely to be worked, Finely, betwixt the two hot Palms of lust. Abused (forsooth) for fear of Prodigies. That, that, O infinite shame in stately Majesty, to make yourself a never Dying scoff for ages yet unknown To point at you, for the most famous Cuckold. The renowned Cuckold. The high and mighty Cuckold. Cuckold by five and twenty, all in the Short space of a day and night, O insatiate Bawdy villainy. Damnation seize her, I will hear no more; misery of miseries, Impatience cramps my vital veins; that swell With fiery boiling rage, O I am a lump Of true vexation, tortured with torments Worse than those in hell, in hell, very hell; This body sure is not substantial, no I am all air, pierced through and through with storms, Incessant storms, that strike a terror to My panting soul, misery of marriage, Horned, and abused by every vastaile Groom Vessels of baseness, they shall buy it dear The high Sea of their daring pride must down All topsy-turvy to confusion turn: I will uncharm and never more be fooled Slave to those wonder darting eyes that strike Amazement through the world, those bewitching Lamps her eyes, fed with the oil of whorish Fortitude, (that like the Centaur's blood) divers the poison of hell furies rage Into my blood and brain, those false false eyes, Shall never more entice, because that I Will never see them more, they shall put out Their glory for a grave, there forgot. Scorned, and contemned of Caesar, lie and rot. Now are you Caesar. What you ought you are.
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Gon, O happy blessed blest prevention That to mine eares unlockt the horrid sound The blacke intention of so foule a rape▪ A hundred vestall virgins to be whor'd, First let the world dissolve and disipate; To its first Chaos; O thou all seeing power Prostrate on bended knees, I here implore, Beg at thy mightie hands t' inspire my soule, Make me the substitute and holy meanes▪ The sweet prevention of so horrid a Fact; O heaven tis granted, thankes Majestie Divine; worke on my minde; thought happily Thought upon; a spacious vault I have, which Neare adjones unto the Vestalls Temple; Thither this night by a back secret way I'le draw the holy maide (none will suspect Because all deeme me mad) there by this hand Succour, releefe, and safetie shall attend Your noble soules; chaste maides live long and blest, "Free from the bondage of blacke mischiefe hands, "To vertuous Actions, heaven propitious stands. ARe we not Caesar? Is not Romes Empire servile unto us? You mad me with your newes. Mad a Dog, a Cat, a Rat, y'are to tame, want spirit To be mad, I am mad, mad to the depth Of madnesse; O I could teare my haire, to See you thus, thus senselesse of your wrongs, but Doe, doe; be the grand Cuckold of this universe, Let Cajus Silius raigne Romes Emp'rour. Lov'd of the people. Honour'd of the Senate Hurrid in triumph through the streets of Rome ▪ In Caesars Chariot glistring like the Sunne, While Caesar, unlike Caesar calmely suffers. Out of his Empire finely to be work't, Finely, betwixt the two hot Palmes of lust. Abus'd (forsooth) for feare of Prodigies. That, that, O infinite shame in stately Majestie, to make your selfe a never Dying scoffe for ages yet unknowne To point at you, for the most famous Cuckold. The renowned Cuckold. The high and mightie Cuckold. Cuckold by five and twentie, all in the Short space of a day and night, O insatite Bawdy villany. Damnation seize her, I will heare no more; misery of miseries, Impatience crampes my vitall veine; that swell With fiery boyling rage, O I am a lumpe Of true vexation, tortur'd with torments Worse then those in hell, in hell, very hell; This body sure is not substantiall, no I am all ayre, pierc'd through and through with stormes, Incessant stormes, that strike a terrour to My panting soule, misery of mariage, Horn'd, and abus'd by every vastaile Groome Vessells of basenesse, they shall buy it deare The high Sea of their daring pride must downe All topsie turvie to confusion turne: I will uncharme and never more be fool'd Slave to those wonder darting eyes that strike Amazement through the world, those bewitching Lampes her eyes, fed with the oyle of whorish Fortitude, (that like the Centaure' blood) ives the poyson of ell furies rage Into my blood and braine, those false false eyes, Shall never more intice, because that I Will never see them more, they shall put out Their glory for a grave, there forgot. Scorn'd, and contemn'd of Caesar, lye and rot. Now are you Caesar. What you ought you are.