Antonio's Revenge (2 Antonio and Mellida) · chunk 10 of 29
Marston, John · published 1602 · first performed or written 1602 (Annals) tragedy · Children of Paul's (second) unassigned nearest T25 Kings, power and law: political sententi · 513 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T25: feare, kings, power, princes, lawes, loue, state, downe, honor, men.
My Lord, the clapper of my mouth's not glibbed With court oil, 'twill not strike on both sides yet. 'tis just that subjects act commands of kings. Command then just and honourable things. even so myself than will traduce his guilt. Beware, take heed least guiltless blood be spilled. Where only honest deeds to kings are free, It is no empire, but a beggary. Where more than noble deeds to kings are free, It is no empire, but a tyranny. Tush juiceless graybeard, 'tis immunity, Proper to princes, that our state exacts, Our subjects not alone to bear, but praise our acts. O, but that prince that worthful praise aspires, From hearts, and not from lips, applause desires. Pish, true praise, the brow of common men doth ring, False, only girts the temple of a king, He that hath strength, and's ignorant of power, He was not made to rule, but to be ruled. 'tis praise to do, not what we can, but should. Hence doting Stoic: by my hope of bliss, I'll make thee wretched. Defiance to thy power, thou rifted jawne. Now, by the loved heaven, sooner thou shalt rinse thy soul ribs from the black filth of sin, That soots thy heart, then make me wretched. Pish, Thou canst not coop me up. Hadst thou a jail With treble walls, like antic Babylon, Pandulpho can get out. I tell thee Duke, I have old Fortunatus wishing cap: And can be where I list, even in a trice. I'll skip from earth into the arms of heaven: And from triumphal arch of blessedness, Spit on thy frothy breast. Thou canst not slave Or banish me; I will be free at home, Maugre the beard of greatness. The port holes Of sheathed spirit are near curbed up: But still stand open ready to discharge Their precious shot into the shrouds of heaven. O torture! slave, I banish thee the town, Thy native seat of birth. How proud thou speak'st! I tell thee Duke, the blasts Of the swollen cheeked winds, nor all the breath of kings Can puff me out my native seat of birth. The earth's my bodies, and the heaven's my souls Most native place of birth, which they will keep: Despite the menace of mortality. Why Duke: That's not my native place, where I was rocked. A wise man's home is wheresoe'er he is wise. Now that, from man, not from the place doth rise. would I were deaf (o plague) hence dotard wretch: Tread not in court. All that thou hast, I seize. His quiet's firmer than I can disease. Go, boast unto thy flattering Sycophants; Pandulpho's slave, Piero hath o'erthrown. Loose Fortune's rags are lost; my own's my own. 'tis true Piero, thy vexed heart shall see, Thou hast but tripped my slave, not conquered me. NAY sweet be comforted, take counsel and Alberto, peace: that grief is wanton sick, Whose stomach can digest and brook the diet Of stale ill relished counsel. Pigmy cares Can shelter under patience shield: but giant griefs Will burst all covert.
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My Lord, the clapper of my mouth's not glibd With court oyle, twill not strike on both sides yet. Tis iust that subiectes acte commaunds of kings. Commaund then iust and honorable things. Euen so my selfe then will traduce his guilt. Beware, take heed least guiltlesse blood be spilt. Where onely honest deeds to kings are free, It is no empire, but a beggery. Where more than noble deeds to kings are free, It is no empire, but a tyranny. Tush iuicelesse graybeard, tis immunity, Proper to princes, that our state exactes, Our subiects not alone to beare, but praise our acts. O, but that prince that worthfull praise aspires, From hearts, and not from lips, applause desires. Pish, true praise, the brow of common men doth ring, False, only girts the temple of a king, He that hath strength, and's ignorant of power, He was not made to rule, but to be rul'd. Tis praise to doe, not what we can, but should. Hence doting Stoick: by my hope of blisse, Ile make thee wretched. Defyance to thy power, thou rifted Iawne. Now, by the lou'd heauen, sooner thou shalt Rince thy soule ribs from the black filth of sinne, That soots thy heart, then make me wretched. Pish, Thou canst not coupe me vp. Hadst thou a Iaile With trebble walles, like antick Babilon, Pandulpho can get out. I tell thee Duke, I haue ould Fortunatus wishing cappe: And can be where I list, euen in a trice. Ile skippe from earth into the armes of heauen: And from tryumphall arch of blessednesse, Spit on thy froathy breast. Thou canst not slaue Or banish me; I will be free at home, Maugre the bearde of greatnesse. The port holes Of sheathed spirit are nere corb'd vp: But still stand open readie to discharge Their pretious shot into the shrowds of heauen▪ O torture! slaue, I banish thee the towne, Thy natiue seate of birth. How proud thou speak'st! I tell thee Duke, the blasts Of the swolne cheekt winds, nor all the breath of kings Can puffe me out my natiue seat of birth. The earth's my bodies, and the heauen's my soules Most natiue place of birth, which they will keepe: Despite the menace of mortalitie. Why Duke: That's not my natiue place, where I was rockt. A wise mans home is wheresoere he is wise. Now that, from man, not from the place doth rise. Wold I were deafe (ô plague) hence dotard wretch: Tread not in court. All that thou hast, I seize. His quiet's firmer then I can disease. Goe, boast vnto thy flattring Sycophants; Pandulpho's slaue, Piero hath orethrowne. Loose Fortunes rags are lost; my owne's my owne. Tis true Piero, thy vext heart shall see, Thou hast but tript my slaue, not conquerd mee. NAY sweet be comforted, take counsell and Alberto, peace: that griefe is wanton sick, Whose stomacke can digest and brooke the dyet Of stale ill relisht counsell. Pigmie cares Can shelter vnder patience shield: but gyant griefes Will burst all couert.