Seneca, Lucius Annaeus / Newton, Thomas · published 1581 · first performed or written 1581 (Annals) tragedy unassigned nearest T53 The crown: kingship claimed, resigned an · 528 words
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And carry with thee all these spoils? wilt thou such pageants play? Thy Father's old acquainted mates, wilt thou by force surprise And lead as captive where thou goest in proud triumphing wise? Shall these thy cutthroat soldiers drag and hale the mother's old? Shal they, graūd Matrons ried in chaines, frō vnfold? Shall Theban Maids, & Damsels chaste of fresh and lusty Age, be mingled with the rascal rout, and hampered be in Cage? Shall they as presents, forced be in dabbling dirt to toil Unto the mincing Mistresses, and trulls of Argoa Soil? Shall I thy silly Mother trudge with Pinyond hands behind? Shall I this triumph of my Chiled to furnish be assigned? Canst thou with grudgeless mind, behold thy Countryfolks a-row, Slain, mangled, spoiled, in pieces hewn, thus to their deaths to got? Canst thou bring in a deadly Foe, thy Country to subdue? Shall streets of Thebes run all with blood? shall all the Country rue Thy coming home with flame and fire? hast thou an heart so hard? A breast so tipped with flint? a mind to rage so well prepared? If thus thou fare, and swell with ire whiles yet thou art no King: What wilt thou be in Princely throne, if thou shouldst win the Ring? Surcease therefore and qualify this outrage of thy mind: In thee let all thy Country, grace and Princely mildness find. Would you me have, myself so much to loyal duties yield, As that I should a Pilgrim's life like wandering Beast in field Skud up and down from place to place, without both house & home, And fleeing native soil, be forced in foreign Lands to roam? What other plagues, could you award in justice unto me, If I my faith or sacred Oath had broken caitiffly? Shall I bear all the punishment for that vile villain's guile? And shall he false deceitful wretch at my misfortunes smile? Shall he in wealth still flaunt it out, and keep this jolly coil? Shall he for sins rewarded be? and I still put to foil? Well, well, go to, be as be may: you bid me wander hence: I am content: your hard decree t'obey is my pretence. But tell me whither shall I go? Assign me to some place: belike, you would that brother mine should still with shameless face Possess my stately Palaces, and revel in his ruff, And I thereat to hold my peace, and not a whit to snuff, But like a Country Mome to dwell in some poor thatched Cot: Allow me poor Exile such one: I rest content, God wot. You know, such Noddies as I am, are wont to make exchange Of Kingdoms, for poor thatched Cots, be like this is not strange. Yea more: ay, matched now to a Wife of noble line and race Shall like a silly Dottipoll live there in servile case, At beck and check of queenly Wife, and like a kitchen drudge Shall at Adrastus lordly heels, (my Wives own Father) trudge. From Princely Port to tumble down into poor servile state, Is greatest grief that may betide by doom of frouncing fate.
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And cary with thee all theſe ſpoyles? wilt thou ſuch pageaunts play? Thy Fathers old acquainted mates, wilt thou by force ſurpryze And leade as captiue where thou goeſt in proude triumphing wiſe? Shall theſe thy cutthroate Souldiers dragge and le mothers old? Shal they, graūd Matrons ried in chaines, frō vnfold? Shall Thebane Maydes, & Damſelles chaſte of freſhe and luſty Age, Bee mingled with the raſkal rout, and hamperd bee in Cage? Shall they as preſents, forced bee in dabbling dirt to toyle Vnto the mynſing Miſtreſſes, and Trulles of Argoa Soyle? Shall I thy ſeely Mother trudge with Pinyond hands behinde? Shall I this triumph of my Chiled to furniſh bee aſſignde? Canſt thou with grudgeleſſe minde, behold thy Countreyfolkes arow, Slayne, mangled, ſpoylde, in peeces hewen, thus to their deathes to got? Canſt thou bring in a deadly Foe, thy Countrey to ſubdue? Shall ſtreates of Thebes runne all with bloud? ſhall all ye Coūtrey rue Thy comming home with flame and fyre? haſt thou an heart ſo hard? A breaſt ſo tipt with flint? a mynde to rage ſo well preparde? If thus thou fare, and ſwell with yre whiles yet thou art no King: What wilt thou bee in Princely throne, if thou ſhouldſt win the Ring? Surceaſſe therefore and qualifie this outrage of thy mynde: In thee let all thy Countrey, grace and Princely myldnes finde. Would you me haue, my ſelfe ſo much to loyall duties yeeld, As that I ſhould a Pylgrims life like wandring Beaſt in field Skud vp and downe from place to place, without both houſe & home, And fleeing natiue ſoyle, bee forſt in forraigne Landes to roame? What other plagues, could you award in iuſtice vnto mee, If I my fayth or ſacred Oath had broken caytifly? Shall I beare all the puniſhment for that vile villains guile? And ſhall hee falſe deceiptfull wretch at my miſfortunes ſmyle? Shall hee in wealth ſtill flaunt it out, and keepe this iolly coyle? Shall hee for ſinnes rewarded bee? and I ſtill put to foyle? Well, well, goe to, bee as bee may: you bid mee wander hence: I am content: your hard decree t'obay is my pretence. But tell mee whyther ſhall I goe? Aſſigne mee to ſome place: Bylike, you would that brother myne ſhould ſtill with ſhameleſſe face Poſſeſſe my ſtately Pallaces, and reuell in his ruffe, And I thereat to holde my peace, and not a whit to ſnuffe, But like a Countrey Mome to dwell in ſome poore thatched Cot: Allow mee poore Exyle ſuch one: I reſt content, God wot. You know, ſuch Noddyes as I am, are woont to make exchaung Of Kingdomes, for poore thatched Cots, bee like this is not ſtraung. Yea more: I, matcht now to a Wyfe of noble ligne and race Shall like a ſeely Dottipoll liue there in ſeruile caſe, At becke and checke of queenely Wyfe, and like a kitchin drudge Shall at Adraſtus lordly heeles, (my Wyues owne Father) trudge. From Princely Port to tumble downe into poore ſeruile ſtate, Is greateſt griefe that may betyde by doome of frouncing fate.