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 0.82 · 525 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T60: caesar, rome, emperor, empire, honour, lord, lucius, great, palsgrave, kings.
The high and mighty Roman Emperor. But am I so indeed (for I'm amazed At my dull follies past) is't not too late To call back errors darkness, O tell me Narcissus, is not Silius Emperor, Usurps he not that name past reach to quell. Confer on me that absolute command, Which Geta Captain of your guard now holds Over your soldiers here at Hostia, And ere the next Sun set his circular course The daring pride of all the faction, Cesar shall sit in senate, and their doom. Sweetest revenge, honoured Narcissus draw Out the soldiers at thy free dispose Here's thy command Geta we do mistrust Thee only trust, accelerate revenge, That I may ebb the high swollen tide of wrongs, Which beyond limits tears my restless brain, Knits and then tears with infinite unrests If there be Hell, the devil and damnation 'Tis man's delight in woman, insatiate Woman; that will do with the devil, O 'Tis a fearful thing to be a Cuckold, Rolled up in wrinkles of fool patience, We hear they have a Masque, but rather, than Any of the lustful rout, make their escape Fire me the Palace, burn 'em in that Masque, It will be brave to see 'em dance in fire, Skip lecherous Antics in a boiling flame, That thus with raging passion, boiling, flames My most distracted brain; tortures no less, Than if on Caucasus we were exposed, A never dying prey to the eagle's beak. Such is the misery of marriage, where The besotted husband most affects, there * To be most abused, Cuckold, Cuckold, Cuckold, O. After Calistus, t'appease his fury. My Lord, I'll post to Rome, the people groan Beneath the Empress weight; 'tis mischievous The bloody massacre of those Roman dames Murdered for hate to lust, affords plenty Of friends, to force the City gates open To our free entrance. In sign whereof, From the high top, the temple of god Mars Let a bright burning Torch i'th' dead of night Waft our approach. Like Sinon's unto Troy; Talk trifles time. Farewell my noble Lord. Till next we meet farewell, it is decreed I'th' height of pride murder and lust must bleed. Now good Vibidia, thou virtuous Matron Of Rome's Vestal maids, say, are they all safe, Can they endure the vault, that wretched shift This wretched Age enforces, Best, best Lady, Thou Angel mother, of a Fiendlike child, All earthly similes are too too base To express thy admirable virtues, By you Rome's Vestal Virgins all are safe, Only by you preserved and kept from rape From being hurried in sad silence, unto The gate Colina, there in a deep pit To be put into, there buried alive, From that dire death which was at first ordained For unchaste vestals; by thee chaste vestals Live all preserved, to them their darksome vault Is far more glorious than the courts of Kings, For which upon my knees in blessed time, Wonder of women let me kiss thy feet. What means Vibidia? To reverence your steps, The earth, the very ground whereon you tread, For that's made holy by your sacred steps.
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The high and mightie Roman Emperour. But am I so indeede (for I'me amaz'd At my dull follies past) is't not too late To call backe errours darknesse, O tell me Narcissus, is not Silius Emperour, Vsurpes he not that name past reach to quell. Confere on me that absolute command, Which Geta Captaine of your guard now holds Over your souldiers here at Hostia, And er'e the next Sun set his circular course The daring pride of all the faction, Cesar shall sit in senate, and their doome. Sweetest revenge, honour'd Narcissus draw Out the souldiers at thy free dispose Here's thy command Geta we doe mistrust Thee onely trust, accelerate revenge, That I may ebbe the high swolne tide of wrongs, Which beyond limmits teares my restlesse braine, Knits and then teares with infinite unrests If there be Hell, the divell and damnation 'Tis mans delight in woman, insatiate Woman; that will doe with the divell, O 'Tis a fearefull thing to be a Cuckold, Rowl'd up in wrinkles of foole patience, We heare they have a Masque, but rather, then Any of the lustfull route, make their escape Fire me the Palace, burne 'em in that Masque, It will be brave to see 'em dance in fire, Skip letch'rous Antickes in a boyling flame, That thus with raging passion, boyling, flames My most distracted braine; tortures no lesse, Then if on Caucasus we were expos'd, A never dying prey to the Eagles beake. Such is the misery of marriage, where The besotted husband most affects, there To be most abus'd, Cuckold, Cuckold, Cuckold, O. After Calistus, t'appease his fury. My Lord, I'le post to Rome, the people groane Beneath the Emp'rsse weight; tis mischievous The bloody massacre of those Roman dames Murder'd for hate to lust, affords plentle Of friends, to force the Citie gates open To our free entrance. In sine whereof, From the high top, the temple of god Mars Let a bright burning Torch i'th' dead of night Waft our approach. Like Synons unto Troy; Talke trifles time. Farewell my noble Lord. Till next we meete farewell, it is decreed I'th height of pride murder and lust must bleed. Now good Vibidia, thou vertuous Matron Of Romes Vestall maides, say, are they all safe, Can they endure the vault, that wretched shift This wretched Age inforces, Best, best Lady, Thou Angell mother, of a Fiend-like child, All earthly similies are too too base To expresse thy admirable vertues, By you Romes Vestall Virgins all are safe, Onely by you preserv'd and kept from rape From being hurrid in sad silence, unto The gate Colina, there in a deepe pit To be put into, there buried alive, From that dire death which was at first ordain'd For unchaste vestalls; by thee chaste vestalls Live all preserv'd, to them their darkesome vault Is farre more glorious then the courts of Kings, For which upon my knees in blessed time, Wonder of women let me kisse thy feete. What meanes Vibidia? To reverence your steps, The earth, the very ground whereon you tread, For that's made holy by your sacred steps.