Herbert, Mary Sidney / Garnier, RobertSidney Herbert, Mary · published 1595 · first performed or written 1590 (Annals) tragedy unassigned nearest T2 Roman politics: senate, consuls and civi · 500 words
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The ceaseless thought of my felicity Plunges me more in this adversity. For nothing so a man in ill torments, As who to him his good state represents. This makes my rack, my anguish, and my woe Equal unto the hellish passions grow, When I to mind my happy puissance call Which erst I had by warlike conquest won, And that good fortune which me never left, Which hard disaster now hath me bereft. With terror tremble all the world I made At my sole word, as Rushes in the streams At waters will: I conquered Italie, I conquered Rome, that nations so redoubt. I Bore (meanwhile besieging Mutina) Two consuls armies for my ruin brought. Bathed in their blood, by their deaths witnessing My force and skill in matters Martial. To wreak thy uncle, unkind Caesar, I With blood of enemies the banks embrued Of stained Enipeus, hindering his course Stopped with heaps of piled carcases: When Cassius and Brutus ill betide Marched against us, by us twice put to flight, But by my sole conduct: for all the time Caesar heart-sick with fear and fever lay. Who knows it not? and how by every one Fame of the fact was given to me alone. There sprang the love, the never changing love, Wherein my heart hath since to yours been bound: There was it, my Lucill, you Brntus saved, And for your Brutus Antony, you found. Better my hap in gaining such a friend, Then in subduing such an enemy. Now former virtue dead doth me forsake, Fortune engulfs me in extreme distress: She turns from me her smiling countenance, Casting on me mishap upon mishap, Left and betrayed of thousand thousand friends, Once of my suit, but you Lucill are left Remaining to me steadfast as a tower In holy love, in spite of fortunes blasts. But if of any God my voice be heard, And be not vainly scattered in the heavens, Such goodness shall not gloryless be lost. But coming ages still there of shall boast. Men in their friendship ever should be one, And never ought with fickle Fortune shake, Which still removes, nor will, nor knows the way, Her rolling bowl in one sure state to stay. Wherefore we ought as borrowed things receive The goods light she lends us to pay again: Not hold them sure, nor on them build our hopes As on such goods as cannot fail, and fall: But think again, nothing is durable, Virtue except, our never failing host: So bearing sail when favouring winds do blow, As frowning tempests may us least dismay When they on us do fall: not overglad With good estate, nor over-grieved with bad. Resist mishap. Alas! it is too strong. Mishaps oft times are by some comfort borne: But these, ay me! whose weights oppress my heart, Too heavy lie, no hope can them relieve. There rests no more, but that with cruel blade For lingering death a hasty way be made.
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The ceasles thought of my felicitie Plunges me more in this aduersitie. For nothing so a man in ill torments, As who to him his good state represents. This makes my rack, my anguish, and my woe Equall vnto the hellish passions growe, When I to mind my happie puisance call Which erst I had by warlike conquest wonne, And that good fortune which me neuer left, Which hard disastre now hath me bereft. With terror tremble all the world I made At my sole word, as Rushes in the streames At waters will: I conquer'd Italie, I conquer'd Rome, that nations so redoubt. I Bare (meane while besieging Mutina) Two consuls armies for my ruine brought. Bath'd in their bloud, by their deaths witnessing My force and skill in matters Martiall. To wreake thy vnkle, vnkind Caesar, I With bloud of enemies the bankes embru'd Of stain'd Enipeus, hindring his course Stopped with heapes of piled carcases: When Cassius and Brutus ill betide Marcht against vs, by vs twise put to flight, But by my sole conduct: for all the time Caesar hart-sicke with feare and feauer lay. Who knowes it not? and how by euery one Fame of the fact was giu'n to me alone. There sprang the loue, the neuer changing loue, Wherin my heart hath since to yours bene bound: There was it, my Lucill, you Brntus sau'de, And for your Brutus Antony, you found. Better my hap in gaining such a frend, Then in subduing such an enimie. Now former vertue dead doth me forsake, Fortune engulfes me in extreame distresse: She turnes from me her smiling countenance, Casting on me mishapp vpon mishapp, Left and betraide of thousand thousand frends, Once of my sute, but you Lucill are left Remaining to me stedfast as a tower In holy loue, in spite of fortunes blastes. But if of any God my voice be heard, And be not vainely scatt' red in the heau'ns, Such goodnes shall not glorilesse be loste. But comming ages still there of shall boste. Men in their frendship euer should be one, And neuer ought with fickle Fortune shake, Which still remoues, nor will, nor knowes the way, Her rowling bowle in one sure state to staie. Wherfore we ought as borrow'd things receiue The goods light she lends vs to pay againe: Not hold them sure, nor on them build our hopes As on such goods as cannot faile, and fall: But thinke againe, nothing is dureable, Vertue except, our neuer failing host: So bearing saile when fauoring windes do blow, As frowning tempests may vs least dismaie When they on vs do fall: not ouer-glad With good estate, nor ouer-grieu'd with bad. Resist mishap. Alas! it is too strong. Mishappes oft times are by some comfort borne: But these, ay me! whose weights oppresse my hart, Too heauie lie, no hope can them relieue. There rests no more, but that with cruell blade For lingring death a hastie waie be made.