Daniel, Samuel · published 1594 · first performed or written 1593 [revised 1607] (Annals) tragedy unassigned nearest T38 Death, parting and grief at court · 485 words
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Why then I know, she sends t'have audience now, And means t'experience what her state can do: To see if Majesty will make him bow To what affliction could not move him to. And o, if now she could but bring a view Of that fresh beauty she in youth possessed, (The argument wherewith she overthrew The wit of Iulius Caesar, and the rest,) Then happily Augustus might relent, Whilst powerful Love, (far stronger than ambition) Might work in him, a mind to be content To grant her asking, in the best condition. But being as she is, yet doth she merit To be respected, for what she hath been: The wonder of her kind, of rarest spirit, A glorious Lady, and a mighty Queen. And now, but by a little weakness falling To do that which perhaps sh'was forced to do: Alas, an error past, is past recalling, Take away weakness, and take women too. But now I go to be thy Advocate, Sweet Cleopatra, now I'll use mine art. Thy presence will me greatly animate, Thy face will teach my tongue, thy love my heart. AM I ordained the careful Messenger, And sad news-bringer of the strangest death, Which self hand did upon itself infer, To free a captive soul from servile breath? Must I the lamentable wonder show, Which all the world must grieve and marvel at? The rarest form of death in earth below, That ever pity, glory, wonder got. What news bring'st thou, can Egypt yet yield more Of sorrow than it hath? what can it add To th'already overflowing store Of sad affliction, matter yet more sad? Have we not seen the worst of our calamity? Is there behind yet something of distress Unseen, unknown? Tell if that greater misery There be, that we wail not that which is less. Tell us what so it be, and tell at first, For sorrow ever longs to hear her worst. Well then, the strangest thing relate I will, That ever eye of mortal man hath seen. I (as you know) even from my youth, have still Attended on the person of the Queen. And ever in all fortunes good or ill, With her as one of chiefest trust have been. And now in these so great extremities, That ever could to Majesty befall, I did my best in what I could devise, And left her not, till now she left us all. What is she gone. Hath Caesar forced her so? Yea, she is gone, and hath deceived him to. What, fled to INDIA, to go find her son? No, not to INDIA, but to find her son. Why then there's hope she may her state recover. Her state? nay rather honour, and her Lover. Her Lover? him she cannot have again. Well, him she hath, with him she doth remain. Why then she's dead. Is't so? why speak'st not thou?
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Why then I know, she sends t'haue audience now, And meanes t'experience what her state can doe: To see if Maiestie will make him bow To what affliction could not moue him to. And ô, if now shee could but bring a view Of that fresh beauty shee in youth possest, (The argument where-with shee ouer-threw The wit of Iulius Caesar, and the rest,) Then happily Augustus might relent, Whilst powrefull Loue, (far stronger thē ambition) Might worke in him, a mind to be content To graunt her asking, in the best condition. But beeing as shee is, yet doth she merite To be respected, for what shee hath been: The wonder of her kinde, of rarest spirit, A glorious Lady, and a mighty Queene. And now, but by a little weakenes falling To doe that which perhaps sh'was forst to doe: Alas, an error past, is past recalling, Take away weakenes, and take wemen too. But now I goe to be thy Aduocate, Sweet Cleopatra, now Ile vse mine arte. Thy presence will mee greatly animate, Thy face will teach my tongue, thy loue my hart. AM I ordaind the carefull Messenger, And sad newes-bringer of the strangest death, VVhich selfe hand did vpon it selfe infer, To free a captiue soule from seruile breath? Must I the lamentable wonder shew, VVhich all the world must grieue and meruaile at? The rarest forme of death in earth below, That euer pitty, glory, wonder gat. What newes bring'st yu, can Egipt yet yeeld more Of sorrow then it hath? what can it add To th'already ouer-flowing store Of sad affliction, matter yet more sad? Haue wee not seene the worst of our calamitie? Is there behind yet something of distresse Vnseene, vnknowne? Tell if that greater misery There be, that we waile not that which is lesse. Tell vs what so it be, and tell at fyrst, For sorrow euer longs to heare her worst. VVell then, the strangest thing relate I will, That euer eye of mortall man hath seene. I (as you know) euen from my youth, haue stil Attended on the person of the Queene. And euer in all fortunes good or ill, With her as one of chiefest trust haue beene. And now in these so great extreamities, That euer could to Maiestie befall, I did my best in what I could deuise, And left her not, till now shee left vs all. VVhat is shee gone. Hath Caesar forst her so? Yea, shee is gone, and hath deceiu'd him to. What, fled to INDIA, to goe find her sonne? No, not to INDIA, but to find her sonne. Why thē there's hope she may her state recouer. Her state? nay rather honor, and her Louer. Her Louer? him shee cannot haue againe. VVell, him shee hath, w him she doth remaine. Why thē she's dead. Ist so? why speak'st not thou?