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 T60 Imperial Rome: rulers, favour and politi · 506 words
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I'll broach the tadpole on my Rapier's point, Nurse give it me, my sword shall soon dispatch it. Sooner this sword shall blow thy bowels up, Stay murderous villains will you kill your brother? Now by the burning tapors of the sky, That shone so brightly when this boy was got, He dies upon my Semitars sharp point, That touches this my first borne son and heir: I tell you younglings, not Enceladus, With all his threatening band of Typhon's brood, Nor great Alciades, nor the God of war, Shall cease this prey out of his father's hands: What, what, ye sanguine shallow hearted boys, Ye white limed walls, ye alehouse painted signs, Coal-black is better than another hue, In that it scorns to bear another hue: For all the water in the Ocean, Can never turn the swans black legs to white, Although she lave them hourly in the flood: Tell the Empress from me I am of age To keep mine own, excuse it how she can. Will't thou betray thy Noble Mistress thus: My Mistress is my Mistress, this myself, The vigour, and the picture of my youth: This before all the world do I prefer, This maugre all the world will I keep safe, Or some of you shall smoke for it in Rome. By this our mother is for ever shamed. Rome will despise her for this foul escape. The Emperor in his rage will doom her death. I blush to think upon this ignomy. Why there's the Privilege your beauty bears: Fie treacherous hue, that will betray with blushing The close enacts and counsels of thy heart: here's a young Lad framed of another leer, Look how the black slave smiles upon the father, As who should say, old Lad I am thine own. He is your brother Lords, sensibly fed Of that self blood that first gave life to you, And from your womb where you imprisoned were, He is infraunchised, and come to light: Nay he is your brother by the surer side, Although my seal be stamped in his face. Aron, what shall I say unto the Empress. Advise thee Aron, what is to be done, And we will all subscribe to thy advise: Save thou the child, so we may all be safe. Then sit we down and let us all consult, My son and I will have the wind of you: Keep there, now talk at pleasure of your safety. How many women saw this child of his? why so brave Lords, when we join in league I am a Lamb, but if you brave the Moor, The chafed Boar, the mountain Lioness, The Ocean swells not so as Aron storms: But say again, how many saw the child? Cornelia the Midwife, and myself, And no one else but the delivered Empress. The Empress, the Midwife, and yourself, Two may keep counsel when the three's away: Go to the Empress, tell her this I said. Week, week, so cries a Pig prepared to the spit.
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Ile broach the tadpole on my Rapiers point, Nurse giue it me, my sword shall soone dipatch it. Sooner this sword shall plow thy bowes vp, Stay murtherous villaines will you kill your brother? Now by the burning tapors of the skie, That shone so brightly when this boy was got, He dies vpon my Semitars sharpe point, That touches this my first borne sonne and heire: I tell you yonglings, not Enceladus, VVith all his threatning band of Typhons broode, Nor great Alciades, nor the God o warre, Shall ceaze this pray out of his fathers hands: VVhat, what, yee sanguine shallow harted boies, Yee white limde walles, yee ale-house painted signes, Cole-blacke is better than another hue, In that it scornes to beare another hue: For all the water in the Ocean, Can neuer turne the swans blacke legs to white, Although shee laue them howrely in the flood: Tell the Empresse from mee I am of age To keepe mine owne, excuse it how shee can. VVilt thou betray thy Noble Mistris thus: My Mistris is my Mistris, this my selfe, The vigour, and the picture of my youth: This before all the world doe I preferre, This mauger all the world will I keepe safe, Or some of you shall smoke for it in Rome. By this our mother is for euer shamde. Rome will despise her for this foule escape. The Emperour in his rage will doome her death. I blush to thinke vpon this ignomie. VVhy ther's the Priuiledge your beautie bears: Fie trecherous hue, that will betraie with blushing The close enacts and counsels of thy hart: Her's a young Lad framde of another leere, Looke how the blacke slaue smiles vpon the father, As who should say, olde Lad I am thine owne. Hee is your brother Lords, sensiblie fed Of that selfe bloud that first gaue life to you, And from your wombe where you imprisoned were, Hee is infraunchised, and come to light: Nay hee is your brother by the surer side, Although my seale be stamped in his face. Aron, what hall I say vnto the Empresse. Aduise thee Aron, what is to be done, And we will all subscribe to thy aduise: Saue thou the childe, so wee may all be safe. Then sit we downe and let vs all consult, My sonne and I will haue the winde of you: Keepe there, now talke at pleasure of your safetie. How many women saw this childe of his? why so braue Lords, when we ioine in league I am a Lambe, but if you braue the Moore, The chafed Bore, the mountaine Lionesse, The Ocean swels not so as Aron stormes: But saie againe, how manie saw the childe Cornelia the Midwife, and my selfe, And no one els but the deliuered Empresse. The Empresse, the Midwife, and your selfe, Two may keepe counsell when the third's away: Goe to the Empresse, tell her this I said. VVeeke, weeke, so cries a Pigge prepared to the spit.