Marston, John · published 1604 · first performed or written 1604 [1602-1604] (Annals) tragicomedy · Children of the Chapel (second) unassigned nearest T53 The crown: kingship claimed, resigned an · 510 words
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Why then I would turn straight again: 'tis good run still with him that has most might: I had rather stand with wrong, then fall with right. Your Lordship sweats, your young Lady will get you a cloth for your old worship's brows, here's a fellow to be damned, this is his inviolable Maximo. (flatter the greatest, and oppress the least:) a whoreson flesh fly, that still gnaws upon the lean galled backs. Why dust then salute him? Faith as bawds go to Church, for fashion sake: come, be not confounded, thouart but in danger to lose a Dukedom, think this: this earth is the only grave and golgotha wherein all things that live must rot: 'tis but the draft wherein the heavenly bodies discharge their corruption, the very muckhill on which the sublunary orbs cast their excrements: man is the slime of this dungpit, and Princes are the governors of these men: for, for our souls, they are as free as Emperors, all of one piece, there goes but a pair of shears betwixt an Emperor and the son of a bagpiper: only the dying, dressing, pressing, glozing makes the difference: now what art thou like to lose? A jailers office to keep men in bonds, Whilst toil and treason, all life's good confounds. I here renounce for ever Regency, O Altofront, I wrong thee to supplant thy right: To trip thy heels up with a devilish slight. For which I now from Throne am thrown, world tricks abjure, For vengeance that comes slow, yet it comes sure. O I am changed, for herefore the dread power, In true contrition I do dedicate, My breath to solitary holiness, My lips to prayer, and my breasts ear shall be, Restoring Altofront to regency. Thy vows are heard, and we accept thy faith. Altofront, Ferneze, Celso, Pietro. Banish amazement: come, we four must stand full shock of Fortune, be not so wonder-stricken. Doth Ferneze live? For your pardon. Pardon and love, give leave to recollect My thoughts dispersed in wild astonishment: My vows stand fixed in heaven, and from hence I crave all love and pardon. Who doubts of providence, T this change, a hartie faith to all: must rise, who can no lower fall, still impetuous Vicissitude Loseth the world, then let no maze intrude Upon your spirits: wonder not I rise, For who can sink that close can temporize? The time grows ripe for action, I'll detect My privat'st plot, lest ignorance fear suspect: Let's close to counsel, leave the rest to fate, Mature discretion is the life of state. The Dutchman for a drunkard, The Dane for golden locks: The Irishman for usquebath, The Frenchman for the () O thou art a blessed creature, had I a modest woman to conceal, I would put her to thy custody, for no reasonable creature would ever suspect her to be in thy company: ha, thou art a melodious Maquarelle, thou picture of a woman and substance of a beast, and how dost thou think a this transformation of state now?
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Why then I would turne strait againe: Tis good runne still with him that haz most might: I had rather stand with wrong, then fall with right▪ Your Lordship sweats, your yong Ladie will get you a cloth for your old worships browes, heeres a fellow to be damnd, this is his muiolable Maxim. (flatter the greatest, and oppresse the least:) a whorson flesh fly, that still gnawes vpon the leane gauld backs. Why dust then salute him? Faith as bades go to Church, for fashion sake: come, be not confounded, th'art but in danger to a Dukedome, think this: this earth is the only graue a olgotha wherein all thinges that liue must rotte: tis but the draught wherein the heauenly bodies discharge their corruption, the verie muckhill on which the sublunarie orbes cast their excrements: man is the slime of this dongue-pit, and Princes are the gouernours of these men: for, for our soules, they are as free as Emperoures, all of one peece, there goes but a paire of sheeres betwixt an Emperour and the sonne of a bagpiper: only the dying, dressing, pressing, glossing makes the difference: now what art thou like to lose? A iaylors office to keepe men in bonds, Whilst toyle and treason, all lifes good confounds. I heere renounce for euer Regencie, O Altofront, I wrong thee to supplant thy right: To trip thy heeles vp with a diuelish slight. For which I now from Throane am throwne, world tricks abiure, For vengance that comes sow, yet it comes sure. O I am chang'd, for heerefore the dread power▪ In true contrition I doe dedicate, My breath to solitarie holines, My lips to prayer, and my brests are shall be, Restoring Altofront to regency. Thy vowes are heard, and we accept thy faith. Altofront, Ferneze, Celso, Pietr. Banish amazement: come, we foure must stand full shocke of Fortune, be not so wnder st. Doth Ferneze liue? For your pardon. Pardon and loue, giue leaue to recollect My thoughts disperst in wilde astonishment: My vowes stand fixt in heauen, and from hence I craue all loue and pardon. Who doubts of prouidence, T this change, a hartie faith to all: H ust rise, who can no lower fall, petuous Vicissitude Looseth the world, then let no maze intrude Vpon your spirits: wonder not I rise, For who can sinke that close can temporise? The time growes ripe for action, Ile detect My priuatst plot, est ignorance feare suspect: Lets cloase to counsell, leaue the rest to fate, Mature discretion is the life of state. The Dutchman for a drunkard, The Dane for golden lockes: The Irishman for vsquebath, The Frenchman for the ( ) O thou art a blessed creature, had I a modest woman to conceale, I would put her to thy custodie, for no reasonable creature would euer suspect her to be in thy company: ha, thou art a melodious Maquarelle, thou picture of a woman and substance of a beast, and how dost thou think a this transformation of state now?