Daniel, Samuel · published 1599 · first performed or written 1593 [revised 1607] (Annals) tragedy unassigned nearest T38 Death, parting and grief at court · 506 words · other edition — not in the analysis
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T38: queen, king, death, dead, heart, life, die, lord, royal, news.
Ah, what hath Caesar here to do, said she, In confines of the dead in darkness lying? Will he not grant our sepulchres be free, But violate the privilege of dying? What, must he stretch forth his ambitious hand Into the right of Death, and force us here? Hath misery no covert where to stand Free from the storm of pride, is't safe no where? Cannot my land, my gold, my crown suffice, And all what I held dear, to him made common, But that he must in this fortty tyrannize, Th'afflicted body of an woeful woman? Tell him, my frailty, and the Gods have given Sufficient glory, if he could content him: And let him now with his desires make even, And leave me to this horror, to lamenting. Now he hath taken all away from me, What must he take me from myself by force? Ah, let him yet (in mercy) leave me free The kingdom of this poor distressed corpse. No other crown I seek, no other good. Yet wish that Caesar would vouchsafe this grace, To favour the poor offspring of my blood. Confused issue, yet of Roman race. If blood and name be links of love in Princes, Not spurs of hate; my poor Caesario may Find favour notwithstanding mine offences, And Caesar's blood, may Caesar's raging stay. But if that with the torrent of my fall, All must be rapt with furious violence, And no respect, nor no regard at all, Can aught with nature or with blood dispense: Then be it so, if needs it must be so. There stays and shrinks in horror of her state: When I began to mitigate her woe, And thy great mercies unto her relate; Wishing her not despair, but rather come And sue for grace, and shake off all vain fears: No doubt she should obtain as gentle doom As she desired, both for, herself and hers. And so with much ado, (well pacified Seeming to be,) she showed content to live, Saying she was resolved thy doom t'abide, And to accept what favour thou wouldst give, And here-with all, craved also, that she might Perform her last rites to her lost beloved. To sacrifice to him that wrought her plight: And that she might not be by force removed. I granting from thy part this her request, Left her for then, seeming in better rest. But dost thou think she will remain so still? I think and do assure myself she will. Ah, private men sound not the hearts of princes, Whose actions oft bear contrary pretences. Why, 'tis her safety for to yield to thee. But 'tis more honour for her to die free. She may thereby procure her children's good. Princes respect their honour more than blood. Can princes power dispense with nature than? To be a prince, is more than be a man. There's none but have in time persuaded been. And so might she too, were she not a Queen. divers respects will force her be reclaimed.
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Ah, what hath Caesar here to doe, said she, In confines of the dead in darknes lying? Will he not grant our sepulchres be free, But violate the priuiledge of dying? VVhat, must he stretch forth his ambitious hand Into the right of Death, and force vs here? Hath miserie no couert where to stand Free from the storme of pride, ist safe no where? Cannot my land, my gold, my crowne suffise, And all what I held deere, to him made common, But that he must in this fortty tyrannize, Th'afflicted bodie of an wofull woman? Tell him, my frailtie, and the Gods haue giuen Sufficient glorie, if he could content him: And let him now with his desires make euen, And leaue me to this horror, to lamenting. Now he hath taken all away from mee, VVhat must he take me from my selfe by force? Ah, let him yet (in mercie) leaue me free The kingdome of this poore distressed corse. No other crowne I seeke, no other good. Yet wish that Caesar would vouchsafe this grace, To fauour the poore ofspring of my blood. Confused issue, yet of Roman race. If blood and name be links of loue in Princes, Not spurres of hate; my poore Caesario may Finde fauour notwithstanding mine offences, And Caesars blood, may Caesars raging stay. But if that with the torrent of my fall, All must be rapt with furious violence, And no respect, nor no regard at all, Can ought with nature or with blood dispence: Then be it so, if needes it must be so. There stayes and shrinkes in horror of her state: VVhen I began to mitigate her woe, And thy great mercies vnto her relate; VVishing her not despaire, but rather come And sue for grace, and shake off all vaine feares: No doubt she should obtaine as gentle doome As she desir'd, both for, her selfe and hers. And so with much a-do, (well pacifide Seeming to be,) she shew'd content to liue, Saying she was resolu'd thy doome t'abide, And to accept what fauour thou would'st giue, And here-with all, crau'd also, that she might Performe her last rites to her lost belou'd. To sacrifice to him that wrought her plight: And that shee might not be by force remou'd. I granting from thy part this her request, Left her for then, seeming in better rest. But dost thou thinke she will remaine so still? I thinke and do assure my selfe she will. Ah, priuat men sound not the harts of princes, Whose actions oft beare contrarie pretences. Why, tis her safetie for to yeeld to thee. But tis more honour for her to die free. She may thereby procure her childrens good. Princes respect their honor more then blood. Can princes powre dispence with nature thā? To be a prince, is more then be a man. There's none but haue in time perswaded beene. And so might she too, were she not a Queene. Diuers respects will force her be reclaim'd.