The Spanish Tragedy (Hieronimo is Mad Again) · chunk 16 of 41
Kyd, Thomas · published 1592 · first performed or written 1587 [1585-1589; revised c.1597(?) and 1601-2] (Annals) tragedy · Unknown unassigned nearest T53 The crown: kingship claimed, resigned an · 518 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T53: crown, king, state, life, lord, lords, live, queen, tullia, prince.
INfortunate condition of Kings, Seated amidst so many helpless doubts: First we are placed upon extremest height, And oft supplanted with exceeding heat, But ever subject to the wheel of chance? And at our highest never joy we so, As we both doubt and dread our overthrow. So striveth not the waves with sundry winds, As fortune toileth in the affairs of kings, That would be feared, yet fear to be beloved, Sith fear or love to Kings is flatteries For instance Lordings, look upon your King, By hate deprived of his dearest son, The only hope of our success successive line. I had not thought that Alexandro's heart, Had been envenomed with such extreme hate: But now I see that words have several works, And there's no credit in the countenance. No, for my Lord, had you beheld the train, That feigned love had coloured in his looks, When he in camp consorted Belthazar: Far more inconstant had you thought the Sun, That hourly coasts the centre of the earth, Than Alexandro's purpose to the Prince. No more Villuppo, thou hast said enough, And with thy words thou slayest our wounded thoughts. Nor shall I longer dally with the world: Procrastinating Alexandro's death: Go some of you and fetch the traitor forth, That as he is condemned he may die. In such extremes, will nought but patience serve. But in extremes, what patience shall I use? Nor discontents it me to leave the world, With whom there nothing can prevail but wrong. Yet hope the best. 'tis Heaven is my hope. As for the earth it is too much isect, To yield me hope of any of her mould. Why linger ye? bring forth that daring fiend, And let him die for his accursed deed. Not that I fear the extremity of death, For Nobles cannot stoop to servile fear. do I (O King) thus discontented live. But this, O this torments my labouring soul, That thus I die suspected of a sin, Whereof, as heavens have known my secret thoughts, So am I free from this suggestion. No more I say, to the tortures, when? Bind him, and burn his body in those flames, That shall prefigure those unquenched fires, Of Phlegethon prepared for his soul. My guiltless death will be avenged on thee, On thee Villuppo that hath maliced thus, Or for thy meed, hast falsely me accused. Nay Alexandro if thou menace me, I'll lend a hand to send thee to the lake, Where those thy words shall perish with thy works, Injurious traitor, monstrous homicide. Stay hold a while, and here with pardon of his Majesty, Lay hands upon Villuppo. Ambassador, what news hath urged this sudden entrance? Know sovereign L. that Balthazar doth live. What sayest thou? liveth Balthazar our son? Your highness son, L. Balthazar doth live. And well entreated in the Court of Spain: Humbly commends him to your Majesty. These eyes beheld, and these my followers, With these the letters of the Kings commends. Are happy witnesses of his highness health. The King looks on the letters, and proceeds.
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INfortunate condition of Kings, Seated amidst so many helpeles doubts: First we are plast vpon extreamest height, And oft supplanted with exceeding heat, But euer subiect to the wheele of chance? And at our highest never ioy we so, As we both doubt and dread our ouerthrow. So striueth not the waues with sundry winds, As fortune toyleth in the affaires of kings, That would be feard, yet feare to be beloued, Sith feare or loue to Kings is flatterie For instance Lordings, look vpon your King, By hate depriued of his dearest snne, The onely hope of our succes lie. I had not thought that Alxndros hart, Had beene with such extrme hate: But now I see that words haue seuerall workes, And theres no credi the counen. No, for my Lord, had you behelde the traine, That fained loue had coloured in his lookes, When he in campe consorted Belthazar: Farre more inconstant had you thought the Sunne, That howerly coasts the center of the earth, Then Alexandros purpose to the Prince. No more Villuppo, thou hast said enough, And with thy words thou slaiest our wounded thoughts. Nor shall I longer dally with the world: Procrastinating Alexandros death: Goe some of you and fetch the traitor forth, That as he is condemned he may dye. In such extreames, will nought but patience serue. But in extreames, what patience shall I vse? Nor discontents it me to leaue the world, With whome there nothing can preuaile but wrong. Yet hope the best. Tis Heauen is my hope. As for the earth it is too much isect, To yeeld me hope of any of her mould. Why lingerye? bring forth that daring fend, And let him die for his accursed deed▪ Not that I feare the extretie of death, For Nbles canot stoop to seruile feare. Doo (O King) thus discontented liue. But this, O this torments my labouring soule, That thus I die suspected of a sinne, Whereof, as heauens haue knowne my secret thoughts, So am I free from this suggestion. No more I say, to the tortures, when? Binde him, and burne his body in those flames, That shall presigure those vnquenched fiers, Of Phlegiton prepared for his soule. My guiltles death will be aueng'd on thee, On thee Villuppo that hath malisde thus, Or for thy meed, hast falsely me accnsde. Nay Alexandro if thou menace me, Ile lend a hand to send thee to the lake, Where those thy words shall perish with thy workes, Iniurious traitour, monstrous homicide. Stay hold a while, and heer with pardon of his Maiestie, Lay hands vpon Villuppo. Embassadour, what news hath vrg'd this sodain entrance? Know soueraigne L. that Balthazar doth liue. What saiest thou? liueth Balthazar our sonne? Your highnes sonne, L. Balthazar doth liue. And well intreated in the Court of Spaine: Humbly commends him to your Maiestie. These eies beheld, and these my followers, With these the letters of the Kings commends. Are happie witnesses of his highnes health. The King lookes on the letters, and proceeds.