Shirley, James · published 1640 · first performed or written 1640 (Annals) not in BritDrama · Ogilby's Men unassigned nearest T36 Hell, Furies and the language of punishm · 503 words
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They must not hear it, Yet stay; the Eclipse, if it be any thing, Is universal, and doth darken all. methought, Archimagus, as I was praying I'th' Temple near the sea, my Queen, my Sons, Daughters, and Train of my Nobility Prostrate before the Altar, on the sudden The roof did open, and from Heaven a flame Descending on the images of our gods, Began to burn the sacred brows, from which Many deformed worms, and hideous serpents Come crawling forth, and leapt unto our throats, Where, with their horrid circles and embrace, We were almost strangled: in this fright, methought We fled out of the Temple, and as soon We saw a pale man coming from the sea, Attended by a Tribe of reverend men, At whose approach the Serpents all unchained Themselves, and leaving our imprisoned necks, Crept into the earth, straight all that were with me, As I had been the prodigy, forsook me, My wife, my children, Lords, my servants all, And fled to this pale man, who told me, I Must submit too, humble myself to him, This withered piece of man: at which, methought, I felt a trembling shoot through every part, And with the horror, thus to be deposed, I wakened. Now, Archimagus, thy Art To cure thy soul-sick King. 'Tis done already. How, my dear Priest? This pale thing shall not trouble you, He that so long was threatened to destroy Us and our Gods, is come. Ha, where? Now landing: But were the coasts unguarded, he wants power To fight with those etherial troops, that wait Upon the Gods we serve. He is now dying, This minute they have blasted him: and they, Above the speed of wings, are flying hither With the glad news, be calm again, and let not These airy dreams distract your peace. They are vanished Already at thy voice, thou (next our Gods The hope of this great Island) hast dispersed All clouds, and made it a fair sky again, My learned Archimagus. He is come. He's come. And we must fly. What voices make the air So sad? They strike a horror. They are Spirits. I command once more to oppose him. In vain, great Priest. We must away. Away. We cannot, dare not stay. What harmony is this? I have no power To do them harm, observe their ceremony. Post maris savi fremitus jernae (Navitas coelo tremulos beante) Uidimus gratum jubar enatantes littus inaurans Montium quin vos juga, vosque sylvo Nunc salutamus, chorus advenarum Jubilum retrò modulantur, Ecce Carbasa ventis Dulce supremo melòs occinanus Carminum flagrans Domino litamen Cujus erranti dabitur popello Numine sacrum. I'll speak to him. Stay, you that have presumed Without our leave, to print your desperate foot Upon our Country; say, what bold design Hath armed you with this insolent noise, to dare And fright the holy peace of this fair I'll; Nay, in contempt of all our gods, advance Your songs in honour of an unknown power? The King commands you speak.
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They must not heare it, Yet stay; the Ecclipse, if it be any thing, Is universall, aad doth darken all. Me thought, Archimagus, as I was praying I'th' Temple neere the se, my Queene, my Sons, Daughters, and Traine of my Nobilitie Prostrate before the Altar, on the sudden The roofe did open, and from Heaven a flame Descending on the images of our gods, Began to burne the sacred browes, from which Many deformed worms, and hideous serpents Come crawling forth, and leap'd unto our throats, Where, with their horrid circles and embrace, We were almost strangled in this fright, me thought▪ We fled out of the Temple, and as soone We saw a pale man coming from the sea, Attended by a Tribe of reverend men, At whose approach the Serpents all unchain'd Themselves, and leaving our imprison'd necks, Crept into the earth, straight all that were with me, As I had been the prodigie, forsooke me, My wife, my children, Lords, my servants all, And sled to this pale man, who told me, I Must submit too, humble my selfe to him, This wither'd peece of man: at which, my-thought, I felt a trembling shoot through every part, And with the horror, thus to be depos'd, I waken'd. Now, Archimagus, thy Art To cure thy soule-sick King. 'Tis done already. How, my deare Priest? This pale thing shall not trouble you, He that so long was threatned to destroy Vs and our Gods, is come. Ha▪ where? Now landing: But were the coasts unguarded, he wants power To fight with those aetheriall troops, that wait Vpon the Gods we serve▪ H is now dying, This minute they have blasted him: and they, Above the speed of wings, are slying hither With the glad newes, be calme agen, and let not These airy dreames distract your peace. They are vanish'd Already at thy voyce, thou (next our Gods The hope of this great Iand) hast disperst All clouds, and made it a faire skie againe, My learned Archimagus. He is come. He's come. And we must flye. What voyces make the aire So sad? They strike a horror▪ They are Spirits. I command once more to oppose him. In vaine, great Priest. We must away. Away. We cannot, dare not stay. What harmony is this? I have no power To do them harme, observe their ceremonie. Post maris svi fremitus Iernae (Navitas coelo tremulos beante) Uidimus gratum jubar enatantes littus inaurans Montium quin vos juga, vosque sylv Nunc salutamus, chorus advenarum Jubilum retrò modulantur, Ecce Carbasa ventis Dulce supremo melòs occinanus Carminum flagrans Domino litamen Cujus erranti dabitur popello Numine sacrm. I'll speake to him. Stay, you that have presum'd Without our leave, to print your desperate foot Vpon our Countrey; say, what bold designe Hath arm'd you with this insolent noyse, to dare And fright the holy peace of this faire Ile; Nay, in contempt of all our gods, advance Your songs in honour of an unknowne power? The King commands you speake.