The Wonder of Women, or Sophonisba · chunk 3 of 26
Marston, John · published 1606 · first performed or written 1605 [1605-1606] (Annals) tragedy · Children of the Queen's Revels · Blackfriars unassigned nearest T19 Virtue, Fortune and Vice as abstractions · 495 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T19: virtue, fortune, virtues, honour, fame, vice, envy, world, pride, great.
'las fair Princes, those that are strongly formed And truly shaped may naked walk, but we We things called women, only made for show And pleasure, created to bear children And play at shuttlecock, we imperfect mixtures without respective ceremony used And ever complement, alas what are we? Take from us formal custom and the courtesies Which civil fashion hath still used to us We fall to all contempt, O women how much How much are you beholding to Ceremony, You are familiar. Zanthia my shoe, 'Tis wonder Madam you tread not awry. Your reason Zanthia. You go very high. Hark, Music, Music. The Bridegroom. The Bridegroom Hast good Zanthia, help, keep yet the doors Fair fall you Lady, so, admit admit. You powers of joy: Gods of a happy bed Show you are pleased, sister and wife of Ioue High fronted Iuno and thou Carthage Patron Smooth chinned Apollo, both give modest heat And temperate graces. draws a white ribbon forth of the bed as from the waste of Sopho. Lo I unloose thy waste She that is just in love is Godlike chaste: A modest silence thote be thought A virgin's beauty and her highest honour Though bashful feignings nicely wrought Grace her that virtue takes not in, but on her What I dare think I boldly speak After my word my well bold action rusheth In open flame then passion break Where Virtue prompts, think word, act never blusheth. Revenging Gods whose Marble hands Crush faithless men with a confounding terror Give me no mercy if these bands I covet not with an unfeigned fervour Which zealous vow when aught can force me t'lame Load with that plague Atlas would groan at, shame. Live both high parents of so happy birth Your stems may touch the skies and shadow earth Most great in fame more great in virtue shining Prosper O powers a just, a strong divining. To bold heart's Fortune, be not you amazed Carthage O Carthage: be not you amazed. Ioue made us not to fear, resolve, speak out The highest misery of man is doubt: Speak Carthalo. The stooping Sun like to some weaker Prince Let his shades spread to an unnatural hugeness When we the camp that lay at Utica From Carthage distant but five easy leagues Descried from of the watch three hundred sail Upon whose tops the Roman Eagles stretched Their large spread wings, which fanned the evening air To us cold breath, for well we might discern Rome swam to Carthage. Hannibal our anchor is come back, thy slight Thy Stratagem to lead war unto Rome To quite ourselves, hath taught now desperate Rome T'assail our Carthage, Now the war is here. He is nor blessed nor honest that can fear. ay but to cast the worst of our distress.-- To doubt of what shall be is wretchedness Desire, Fear, and Hope, receive no bond By whom, we in ourselves are never but beyond. On.
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'las faire Princes, those that are strongly form'd And truely shapt may naked walke, but we We things cal'd women, onely made for show And pleasure, created to beare children And play at shuttle-coke, we imperfect mixtures without respectiue ceremonie vs'd And euer complement, alas what are we? Take from vs formall custome and the curtesies Which ciuill fashion hath still vs'd to vs We fall to all contempt, O women how much How much are you beholding to Ceremony, You are familiar. Zanthia my shooe, Ti's wonder Madam you treade not awry. Your reason Zanthia. You goe very high. Harke, Musicke, Musicke. The Bridgrome. The Bridgrome Hast good Zanthia, helpe, keepe yet the dores Faire fall you Lady, so, admit admit. You powers of ioy: Gods of a happie bed Show you are pleas'd, sister and wife of Ioue High fronted Iuno and thou Carthage Patron Smoth chind Appollo, both giue modest heat And temperat graces. drawes a white ribbon forth of the bed as from the waste of Sopho. Loe I vnloose thy waste She that is iust in loue is Godlike chaste: A modest silence tho'te be thought A virgins beautie and hir highest honor Though bashfull fainings nicely wrought Grace hir that vertue takes not in, but on hir What I dare thinke I boldly speake After my word my well bold action rusheth In open flame then passion breake Where Vertue prompts, thought word, act neuer blusheth. Reuenging Gods whose Marble hands Crush faithlesse men with a confounding terror Giue me no mercy if these bands I couet not with an vnfained feruor Which zealous vow when ought can force me t'lame Load with that plague Atlas would groane at, shame. Liue both high parents of so happy birth Your stemms may touch the skies and shaddow earth Most great in fame more great in vertue shining Prosper O powers a iust, a strong diuining. To bold harts Fortune, be not you amazd Carthage O Carthage: be not you amazd. Ioue made vs not to feare, resolue, speake out The highest misery of man is doubt: Speake Carthalo. The stooping Sun like to some weaker Prince Let his shads spread to an vnnaturall hugenesse When we the campe that lay at Vtica From Carthage distant but fiue easie leagues Discride from of the watch three hundred saile Vpon whose tops the Roman Eagles streachd Their large spread winges, which fan'd the euening ayre To vs cold breath, for well we might discerne Rome swam to Carthage. Hanniball our ancor is come backe, thy slight Thy Stratagem to lead warre vnto Rome To quite our selues, hath taught now desperat Rome T'assaile our Carthage, Now the warre is here. He is nor blessd nor honest that can feare. I but to cast the worst of our distresse. - - To doubt of what shall be is wretchednesse Desier, Feare, and Hope, receaue no bond By whom, we in our selues are neuer but beyond. On.