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 · 520 words
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Witness may Afrique, and of conquered world All four quarters witnesses may be. For in what part of earth inhabited, Hungry of praise have you not ensigns spread? Thou know'st rich Egypt (Egypt of my deeds Fair and foul subject) Egypt ah! thou know'st How I behaved me fighting for thy king, When I regained him his rebellious Realm: Against his foes in battle showing force, And after fight in victory remorse. Yet if to bring my glory to the ground, Fortune had made me overthrown by one Of greater force, of better skill than I: One of those Captains feared so of old, Camill, Marcellus, Worthy Scipio, This late great Caesar, honour of our state, Or that great Pompey aged grown in arms; That after harvest of a world of men Made in a hundred battles, fights, assaults, My body thorough pierced with push of pike Had vomited my blood, in blood my life, In midst of millions fellows in my fall: The less her wrong, the less should my woe: Nor she should pain, nor I complain me so. No, no, whereas I should have died in arms, And vanquished oft new armies should have armed, New battles given, and rather lost with me All this whole world submitted unto me: A man who never saw enlaced pikes With bristled points against his stomach bent, Who fears the field, and hides him cowardly Dead at the very noise the soldiers make. His virtue, fraud, deceit, malicious guile, His arms the arts that false Ulysses used, Known at Modena, where the Consuls both Death-wounded were, and wounded by his men To get their army, war with it to make Against his faith, against his country soil, Of Lepidus, which to his succours came, To honour whom he was by duty bound, The Empire he usurped: corrupting first with baits and bribes the most part of his men. Yet me hath overcome, and made his prey, And state of Rome, with me hath overcome. Strange! one disordered act at Actium The earth subdued, my glory hath obscured. For since, as one whom heavens wrath attaints With fury caught, and more than furious Vexed with my evils, I never more had care My armies lost, or lost name to repair: I did no more resist. all wars affairs, But battles most, daily have their success Now good, now ill: and though that fortune have Great force and power in every worldly thing, Rule all, do all, have all things fast enchained Unto the circle of her turning wheel: Yet seems it more than any practice else She doth frequent Bellona's bloody trade: And that her favour, wavering as the wind, Her greatest power therein doth oftenest show. Whence grows, we daily see, who in their youth Get honour there, do lose it in their age, Vanquished by some less warlike than themselves: Whom yet a meaner man shall overthrow. Her use is not to lend us still her hand, But sometimes headlong back a gain to throw, When by her favour she hath us extolled Unto the top of highest happiness.
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Witnes may Afrique, and of conquer'd world All fower quarters witnesses may be. For in what part of earth inhabited, Hungry of praise haue you not ensignes spred? Thou know'st rich Aegipt (Aegipt of my deedes Faire and foule subiect) Aegypt ah! thou know'st How I behau'd me fighting for thy kinge, When I regainde him his rebellious Realme: Against his foes in battaile shewing force, And after fight in victory remorse. Yet if to bring my glory to the ground, Fortune had made me ouerthrowne by one Of greater force, of better skill then I: One of those Captaines feared so of olde, Camill, Marcellus, Worthy Scipio, This late great Caesar, honor of our state, Or that great Pompei aged growne in armes; That after haruest of a world of men Made in a hundred battailes, fights, assaults, My body thorow pearst with push of pike Had vomited my bloud, in bloud my life, In midd'st of millions felowes in my fall: The lesse her wrong, the lesse should my woe: Nor she should paine, nor I complaine me so. No, no, wheras I should haue died in armes, And vanquisht oft new armies should haue arm'd, New battailes giuen, and rather lost with me All this whole world submitted vnto me: A man who neuer saw enlaced pikes With bristled points against his stomake bent, Who feares the field, and hides him cowardly Dead at the very noise the souldiors make. His vertue, fraud, deceit, malicious guile, His armes the arts that false Vlisses vs'de, Knowne at Modena, where the Consuls both Death-wounded were, and wounded by his men To get their armie, war with it to make Against his faith, against his country soile, Of Lepidus, which to his succours came, To honor whome he was by dutie bound, The Empire he vsurpt: corrupting first with baites and bribes the most part of his men. Yet me hath ouercome, and made his pray, And state of Rome, with me hath ouercome. Strange! one disordred act at Actium The earth subdu'de, my glory hath obscur'd. For since, as one whome heauens wrath attaints With furie caught, and more then furious Vex'd with my euills, I neuer more had care My armies lost, or lost name to repaire: I did no more resist. all warres affaires, But battailes most, dayly haue their successe Now good, now ill: and though that fortune haue Great force and power in euery worldly thing, Rule all, do all, haue all things fast enchaind Vnto the circle of hir turning wheele: Yet seemes it more then any practise else She doth frequent Bellonas bloudy trade: And that hir fauour, wauering as the wind, Hir greatest power therein doth oftnest shewe. Whence growes, we dailie see, who in their youth Gtt honor ther, do loose it in their age, Vanquisht by some lesse warlike then themselues: Whome yet a meaner man shall ouerthrowe. Hir vse is not to lend vs still her hande, But sometimes headlong backe a gaine to throwe, When by hir fauor she hath vs extolld Vnto the topp of highest happines.