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 · 503 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T60: caesar, rome, emperor, empire, honour, lord, lucius, great, palsgrave, kings.
Now you luxurious traitor, Emperor Silius; your highness' gates at length are forced To bow; where's your top gallant strumpet, that Strumpet, witch, hellcat; most insatiate whore That ever cleaved to the loins of Lechers. Tell me ye impious villains, Traitorous slaves, That I may execute my burning hate, And send ye swimming in her blood to hell. Claudius, let it suffice, she is not here, Spit all thy venom; be it a Sea of Poison let it fall, here's none will shrink; our Bloods are all too much ennobled, into The eminent temper of true Monarchs, To dread respectless death. None here but scorns To plead with humble baseness, low submission For miserable mercy. None here complains upon the enticements Of your Empress, that were too basely vile. We win no glory in our deaths by that, ourselves against ourselves give guilty, Only beg mercy from the Gods. Of you our quick dispatch▪ tart lives exchange For a delicious death; which if I thought Should feed upon delay▪ by all that's sacred Thus weaponless, we all would force And cut our way to death through some of you. I fret with sufferance, upon 'em soldiers▪ O ravishing content. Fullness of joy, My lustful blood flows from me, man's ne'er blessed, Till freed by death; locked from the world's unrest. Man is to man a monster hearted stone, With heaven there's mercy, but with man there's none. This Tragic end is the most welcome part I ever graced with action; 'tis the best, O homo fragilis, specta voluptates abeuntes. Man is an Actor, and the world the Stage▪ Where some do laugh, some weep, some sing, some rage, All in their Parts▪ during the Scene of breath Act follies, scourged by the Tragedian death. My Sun is set in blood; fly soul and catch " At a more glorious being, farewell breath, Man's never in the way to joy till death. Why like a worm crawling twixt life & death Am I thus forced; I must, I will not die So like a beast, the lofty Cedar and the aged Oak, Cuffed with incessant storms shall represent The fall of Silius; what? will't not do? no? Shall my death then prevail above my mind▪ O sad condition, misery of life. Expense of blood faints me, and yet I stand, Stagger in spite of death; life's threads uncut, What means this Riddle? are the Fates asleep? So drunk at sight of this sad spectacle, I must awake their waking; I'm abused, Where art thou, thou invisible thief; lean Rogue I dare thee to this combat, why slave, Dog, coward, dastard Death, no no; why then O kind best loving death; if valiant, if Thou be that sole conqueror of king's time Speaks thee for? prithee, but for one bout, I'll not resist, scarce able to stand; open Breasted, take all advantage, disjoint the Chain of inauspicious stars, fettering My over wearied flesh with life, one thrust Put home will end me. Sink him Evodius.
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Now you luxurious traytor, Emperour Silius; your highnesse gates at length are forc'd To bow; wher's your top gallant strumpet, that Strumpet, witch, hell-Cat; most insatiate whore That ever cleav'd to the loynes of Letchers. Tell me ye impious villens, Traytrous slaves, That I may execute my burning hate, And send ye swimming in her blood to hell. Claudius, let it suffice, she is not here, Spit all thy venome; be it a Sea of Poyson let it fall, here's none will shrinke; ou Bloods are all too much enobled, into The eminent temper of true Monarches, To dread respectlesse death. None here but scornes To plead with humble basenesse, low submission For miserable mercy. None here complaines upon the enticements Of your Emp'resse, that were too basely vile. We win no glory in our deaths by that, Our selves against our selves give guilty, Onely beg mercy from the Gods. Of you our quicke dispatch▪ tarte lifes exchange For a delicious death; which if I thought Should feede upon delay▪ by all thats sacred Thus weaponlesse, we all would force And cut our way to death through some of you. I fret with sufferance, upon 'em souldiers▪ O ravishing content. Fulnesse of joy, My lustfull bloud flowes from me, man's ne're blest, Till freed by death; lockt from the worlds unrest. Man is to man a monster hearted stone, With heaven ther's mercy, but with man ther's none. This Tragick end is the most welcome part I ever grac'd with action; 'tis the best, O homo fragilis, specta voluptaes abeuntes. Man is an Actor, and the world the Stage▪ Where some do laugh, some weepe, some sing, some rage, All in their Parts▪ during the Scene of breath Act follies, scourg'd by the Tragedian death. My Sun is set in blood; fly soule and catch "At a more glorious being, farewell breath, "Man's never in the way to joy till death. Why like a worme crawling twixt life & death Am I thus forc'd; I must, I will not die So like a beast, the lofty Cedar and the aged Oake, Cuft with incessant stormes shall represent The fall of Silius; what? wil't not do? no? Shall my death then prevaile above my minde▪ O sad condition, misery of life. Expence of bloud faints me, and yet I stand, Stagger in spight of death; lifes threads uncur, What meanes this Riddle? are the Fates asleepe? So drunke at sight of this sad spectacle, I must awake their waking; I'me abus'd, Where art thou, thou invisible threefe; leane Rogue I dare thee to this combte, why slave, Dog, coward, dastard Death, no no; why then O kind best loving death; if valiant, if Thou be that sole conquerour of Kings time Speakes thee for? prethee, but for one bout, I'le not resist, scarse able to stand; open Breasted, take all advantage, disjoynt the Chaine of inauspicious stars, fettering My over wearied flesh with life, one thrust Put home will end me. Sinke him Evodius.