Peele, George / Shakespeare, William · published 1594 · first performed or written 1594 [Jan 23 (24); poss. written 1590-1592] (Annals) tragedy · Pembroke's Men (?) unassigned nearest T0 Court life: dukes, favour and honour · 496 words
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Then why should he despair that knows to court it, With words, fair looks, and liberality. What hast not thou full often struck a do, And borne her cleanly by the Keeper's nose? Why then it seems some certain snatch, or so Would serve your turns. I so the turn were served. Aron thou hast hit it. Would you had hit it too, Then should not we be tired with this ado. Why hark ye, hark ye, and are you such fools To square for this: would it offend you then That both should speed. Faith not me. Nor me so I were one. For shame be friends, and join for that you jar, 'T is policy and stratagem must do That you affect, and so must you resolve, That what you cannot as you would achieve, You must perforce accomplish as you may: Take this of me, Lucrece was not more chaste Than this Lavinia, Bascianus love. A speedier course this lingering languishment Must we pursue, and I have found the path: My Lords a solemn hunting is in hand, There will the lovely Roman Ladies troup: The forest walks are wide and spacious, And many unfrequented plots there are, Fitted by kind for rape and villainy: Single you thither then this dainty do, And strike her home by force, if not by words, This way or not at all, stand you in hope. Come, come, our Empress with her sacred wit To villainy and vengeance consecrate, Will we acquaint withal what we intent, And she shall file our engines with advise, That will not suffer you to square yourselves, But to your wishes hight advance you both. The emperors Court is like the house of fame, The Palace full of tongues, of eyes, and ears: The woods are ruthless, dreadful, deaf, and dull: There speak, and strike brave boys, and take your turns, There serve your lust shadowed from heavens eye, And revel in Lauinias treasury. Thy counsel Lad smells of no cowardice. Sit fas aut nefas, till I find the stream, To cool this heat, a charm to calm these fits, Per Stigia, per manes Vebor. The hunt is up the Moon is bright and grey, The fields are fragrant, and the woods are green, Uncouple here, and let us make a bay, And wake the Emperor, and his lovely Bride, And rouse the Prince, and ring a Hunter's peal, That all the Court may echo with the noise. Sons let it be your charge, as it is ours, To attend the emperors person carefully: I have been troubled in my sleep this night, But dawning day new comfort hath inspired. Many good morrows to your Majesty, Madam to you as many, and as good, I promised your Grace a Hunter's peal. And you have rung it lustily my Lords, Somewhat too early for new married Ladies. Lavinia, how say you? I say no: I have been broad awake, two hours & more,
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Then why should he dispaire that knows to court it, VVith words, faire looks, and liberalitie. VVhat hast not thou full often stroke a Doe, And borne her cleanlie by the Keepers nose? VVhy then it seemes some certaine snatch, or so VVould serue your turnes. I so the turne were serued. Aron thou hast hit it. VVould you had hit it too, Then should not we be irde with this adoo. VVhy harke ye, harke ye, and are you such fooles To square for this: would it offend you then That both should speede. Faith not me. Nor me so I were one. For shame be friends, and ioine for that you iar, Tis pollicie and stratageme must doo That you affect, and so must you resolue, That what you cannot as you would atchiue, You must perforce accomplish as you may: Take this of mee, Lucrece was not more chast Than this Lauinia, Bascianus loue. A speedier course this lingring languishment Must we pursue, and I haue found the path: My Lords a solemne hunting is in hand, There will the louelie Romane Ladies troope: The forrest walks are wide and spatious, And many vnfrequented plots there are, Fitted by kinde for rape and villanie: Single you thiher then this daintie Doe, And strike her home by force, if not by words, This waie or not at all, stand you in hope. Come, come, our Empresse with her sacred wit To villanie and vengeance consecrate, VVill we acquaint withall what we intend, And shee shall file our engines with aduise, That will not suffer you to square your selues, But to your wishes hight aduaunce you both. The Emperours Court is like the house of fame, The Pallace full of tongues, of eies, and eares: The woods are ruthles, dreadfull, deafe, and dull: There speake, and strike braue boies, and take your turns, There serue your lust shdowed from heauens eie, And reuell in Lauinias treasurie Thy counsell Lad smels of no cowardize. Sit fas aut nefas, till I finde the streame, To coole this heate, a charme to calme these fits, Per Stigia, per manes Vebor. The hunt is vp the Moone is bright and gray, The fields are fragrant, and the woods are greene, Vncouple here, and let vs make a bay, And wake the Emperour, and his louelie Bride, And rowze the Prince, and ring a Hunters peale, That all the Court may eccho with the noise. Sonnes let it be your charge, as it is ours, To attend the Emperours person carefullie: I haue beene troubled in my sleepe this night, But dawning day new comfort hath inspirde. Many good morrowes to your Maiestie, Madam to you as many, and as good, I promised your Grace a Hunters peale. And you haue rung it lustilie my Lords, Somewhat too earlie for new married Ladies. Lauinia, how say you? I say no: I haue been broad awake, two howres & more,