Rawlins, Thomas · published 1640 · first performed or written 1638 [1637-1639] (Annals) tragedy · King's Revels Company unassigned nearest T53 The crown: kingship claimed, resigned an · 530 words
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How subtle are my springes, they take all? With what swift speed unto my Chaffy bait Do all Fowls fly, unto their hasty ruin? Clap, clap your wings, and flutter greedy fools, Whilst I laugh at your folly; I have a wire Set for the Moore, and his ambitious Consort; Which if my wife would second, they are sure. What must she second? Art thou there my love? we're in a path That leads us to a height, we may confront The Sun, and with a breath extinguish common Stars; be but thou ruled, the light That does create day to this City Must be derived from us. You are my soul, and to my airy Wings, add quicker Feathers: what task would not I run, to be called Queen? Did the life blood of all our Family Father and Mother, stand as a quick wall To stop my passage to a Throne, I'd with a Poniard open their Azure veins, And squeeze their active blood up into Clods, Till they become as cold as winter's snow; And as a bridge upon their trunks i'd go. Our souls are twins, and thirst with equal heat For Deity: Kings are in all things Gods Saving mortality. To be a Queen, what danger would I run? I'd spend my life like to a Barefoot Nun; So I might sit above the lesser stars Of small Nobility, but for a day. 'Tis to be done sweet love an nearer way; I have already with the sugared baits Of Justice, liberality, and all The Fox like gins, that subtle Statesmen Set to catch the hearts o'th' giddy multitude: Which if it fail, as cautious policy Forbids, I build too strongly on their drunk Uncertain Votes, I'd have thee break with My great Prisoners Wife, as I will Do with him; promise the states equal Divided half himself shall rule: So that if need compel us to take Arms, We may have forces from the Realm of France, To seat us in the Chair of Government. I never shall endure to walk as equal With proud Philippa, no; ambitious soul boils in a thirsty flame of total glory: I must be all, without a second flame To dim our luster. Still my very soul, thinkest thou I can endure Compeditor, or let an Aethiop sit by Machvil's side, As partner in his honour? no, as I have seen I' the Commonwealth of Players, one that did act The Theban Creon's part; with such a life I became ravished, and on Raimond mean, To plot what he did one the caviling boys of Oedipus. Whilst we grasp the whole dignity. As how sweet Machvile? It is not ripe my love, The King I hear applauds my justice: Wherefore I have sent order that Count Antonio Once being taken, be sent to Fill-ford Mill; There ground to death. What for his wife? Thy envy: she I have banished, And her goods to guard a shower of curses From my head, I'ave given the poor. Good policy, let's home to our designs: I hate to be officious,' yet my frown Shall be dissolved to flattery for a Crown.
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How subtile are my springes, they take all? With what swift speed unto my Chaffie baite Doe all Fowles fly, unto their hasty ruine? Clap, clap your wings, and flutter greedy fooles, Whilst I laugh at your folly; I have a Wier Set for the Moore, and his ambitious Consort; Which if my wife wo'd second, they are sure. What must she second? Art thou there my love? we're in a path That leades us to a height, we may confront The Sun, and with a breath extinguish common Starres; be but thou rul'd, the light That does create day to this City Must be derived from us. You are my soule, and to my airy Wings, add quicker Feathers: what taske Wo'd not I run, to be cald Queene? Did the life blood of all our Family Father and Mother, stand as a quicke wall To stop my passage to a Throne, I'de with a Puniard ope their Azure veines, And squeese their active blood up into Clods, Till they become as cold as winters snow; And as a bridge upon their trunkes i'de goe. Our soules are twinnes, and thirst with equal heat For Deity: Kings are in all things Gods Saving mortality. To be a Queene, what danger wo'd I run? I'de spend my life like to a Bare-foot Nun; So I might sit above the lesser starrs Of small Nobility, but for a day. 'Tis to be done sweet love an nearer way; I have already with the suger'd baites Of Justice, liberallity, and all The Foxe like ginns, that subtile Statse-men Set to catch the hearts o'th giddy multitude: Which if it faile, as cautious policy Forbids, I build too strongly on their drunke Uncertaine Votes, I'de have thee breake with My great Prisoners Wife, as I will Doe with him; promise the states equall Devided halfe himselfe shall rule: So that if need compell us to take Armes, We may have forces from the Realme of France, To seate us in the Chaire of Government. I never shall indure to walke as equall With proud Philippa, no; ambitious soule Boyles in a thirsty flame of totall glory: I must be all, without a second flame To dim our luster. Still my very soule, thinkest thou I can indure Compeditor, or let an Ethiope sit by Machvils side, As partner in his honour? no, as I have seene I' the Common-wealth of Players, one that did act The Thebane Creon's part; with such a life I became ravisht, and on Raimond meane, To plot what he did one the caveling boyes of Oedipus. Whilst we graspe the whole dignity. As how sweet Machvile? It is not ripe my love, The King I heare applauds my justice: Wherefore I have sent order that Count Antonio Once being taken, be sent to Fill-ford Mill; There ground to death. What for his wife? Thy envy: she I have banisht, And her goods to guard a shower of curses From my head, I'ave given the poore. Good pollicy, let's home to our designes: I hate to be officious, 'yet my frowne Shall be dissolv'd to flattery for a Crowne.