Marlowe, Christopher · published 1590 · first performed or written 1588 [1587-1588] (Annals) tragedy · Admiral's (Nottingham's) Men unassigned nearest T53 The crown: kingship claimed, resigned an · 467 words
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Let me have coach my Lord, that I may ride, And thus be drawn with these two idle kings. Thy youth for bids such ease my kingly boy, They shall tomorrow draw my chariot, While these their fellow kings may be refreshed, O thou that swayest the region under earth, And art a king as absolute as Ioue, Come as thou didst in fruitful Scicilie, surveying all the glories of the land: And as thou took'st the fair Proserpina, joying the fruit of Ceres' garden plot, For love, for honour, and to make her Queen, So for just hate, for shame, and to subdue This proud contemner of thy dreadful power, Come once in fury and survey his pride, Haling him headlong to the lowest hell. Your Majesty must get some bits for these, To bridle their contemptuous cursing tongues, That like unruly never broken jades, Break through the hedges of their hateful mouths, And pass their fixed bounds exceedingly. Nay, we will break the hedges of their mouths And pull their kicking colts out of their pastures, Your Majesty already hath devised A mean, as fit as may be to restrain These coltish coach-horse tongues from blasphemy. How like you that sir king? why speak you not? Ah cruel Brat, sprung from a tyrant's loins, How like his cursed father he begins, To practise taunts and bitter tyrannies? I Turk, I tell thee, this same Boy is he, That must (advanced in higher pomp than this) Rifle the kingdoms I shall leave unsacked. If Ioue esteeming me too good for earth, Raise me to match the fair Aldeboran, Above the threefold astracism of heaven, Before I conquer all the triple world. New fetch me out the Turkish Concubines, I will prefer them for the funeral They have bestowed on my abortive son. Where are my common soldiers now that fought So Lion-like upon Asphaltis plains? Here my Lord. Hold ye tall soldiers, take ye Queens apiece (I mean such Queens as were kings Concubines) Take them, divide them and their jewels too, And let them equally serve all your turns. We thank your majesty. Brawl not (I warn yond for your lechery, For every man that so offends shall die, Injurious tyrant, wilt thou so defame The hateful fortunes of thy victory, To exercise upon such guiltless Dames, The violence of thy common Soldiers lust. Live content then (ye slaves) and meet not me With troops of harlots at your slothful heels O pity us my Lord, and save our honours. Are ye not gone ye villains with your spoils? O merciless infernal cruelty. Save your honours? 'twere but time indeed, Lost long before you knew what honour meant. It seems they meant to conquer us my Lord, And make us jesting Pageants for their trulls.
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Let me haue coach my Lord, that I may ride, And thus be drawen with these two idle kings. Thy youth for bids such ease my kingly boy, They shall to morrow draw my chariot, While these their fellow kings may be refresht, O thou that swaiest the region vnder earth, And art a king as absolute as Ioue, Come as thou didst in fruitfull Scicilie, Suruaieng all the glories of the land: And as thou took'st the faire Proserpina, Ioying the fruit of Ceres garden plot, For loue, for honor, and to make het Queene, So for iust hate, for shame, and to subdew This proud contemner of thy dreadfull power, Come once in furie and suruay his pride, Haling him headlong to the lowest hell. Your Maiesty must get some byts for these, To bridle their contemptuous cursing tongues, That like vnruly neuer broken Iades, Breake through the hedges of their hateful mouthes, And passe their fixed boundes exceedingly. Nay, we wil break the hedges of their mouths And pul their kicking colts out of their pastures, Your Maiesty already hath deuisde A meane, as fit as may be to restraine These coltish coach-horse tongues from blasphemy. How like you that sir king? why speak you not? Ah cruel Brat, sprung from a tyrants loines, How like his cursed father he begins, To practize tauntes and bitter tyrannies? I Turke, I tel thee, this same Boy is he, That must (aduaunst in higher pompe than this) Rifle the kingdomes I shall leaue vnsackt. If Ioue esteeming me too good for earth, Raise me to match the faire Aldeboran, Aboue the threefold Astracisme of heauen, Before I conquere all the triple world. New fetch me out the Turkish Concubines, I will prefer them for the funerall They haue bestowed on my abortiue sonne. Where are my common souldiers now that fought So Lion-like vpon Asphaltis plaines? Here my Lord. Hold ye tal souldiers, take ye Queens apeece (I meane such Queens as were kings Concubines) Take them, deuide them and their iewels too, And let them equally serue all your turnes. We thank your maiesty. Brawle not (I warne yon for your lechery, For euery man that so offends shall die, Iniurious tyrant, wilt thou so defame The hatefull fortunes of thy victory, To exercise vpon such guiltlesse Dames, The violence of thy common Souldiours lust. Liue content then (ye slaues) and meet not me With troopes of harlots at your sloothful heeles O pity vs my Lord, and saue our honours. Are ye not gone ye villaines with your spoiles? O mercilesse infernall cruelty. Saue your honours? twere but time indeed, Lost long before you knew what honour meant. It seemes they meant to conquer vs my Lord, And make vs ieasting Pageants for their Trulles.