The Wonder of Women, or Sophonisba · chunk 8 of 26
Marston, John · published 1606 · first performed or written 1605 [1605-1606] (Annals) tragedy · Children of the Queen's Revels · Blackfriars unassigned nearest T2 Roman politics: senate, consuls and civi · 491 words
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My answers thus, What's safe to Carthage, shall be sweet to me Right worthy Royalest O very woman! But 'tis not safe for Carthage to destroy, Be most unjust, cunningly politic, Your heads still under Heaven, O trust to fate, Gods prosper more a just then crafty state. 'tis less disgrace to have a pitied loss Then shameful victory. O very Angel! We all have sworn good Massinissa faith, Speech makes us men, and there's no other bond Twixt man and man, but words: O equal Gods Make us once know the consequence of vows— And we shall hate faith-breakers worse than man-eaters Ha! good Gelosso is thy breath not here? You do me wrong as long as I can die, Doubt you that old Gelasso can be vile? States may afflict, tax, torture, but our minds Are only sworn to Ioue: I grieve and yet am proud That I alone am honest: high powers you know Virtue is seldom seen with troops to go. Excellent man Carthage & Rome shall fall Before thy fame: our Lords know I the worst. The Gods foresaw, 'tis fate we thus are forced. Gods nought foresee, but see, for to their eyes nought is to come, or past, Nor are you vile Because the Gods foresee: for Gods and We See as things are things are not, for we see But since affected wisdom in us Women Is our sex highest folly: I am silent, I cannot speak less well, unless I were More void of goodness: Lords of Carthage, thus The air and earth of Carthage owes my body, It is their servant; what decree they of it? That you remove to Cirta, to the palace Of well formed Syphax, who with longing eyes Meets you: he that gives way to Fate is wise. I go: what power can make me wretched? what evil Is there in life to him, that knows life's loss To be no evil: show, show thy ugliest brow O most black chance: make me a wretched story Without misfortune Virtue hath no glory Opposed trees makes tempests show their power And waves forced back by rocks makes Neptune tower Tearless O see a miracle of life A maid, a widow, yet a hapless wife. A prodigy! let nature run cross legged Ops go upon thy head, let Neptune burn Cold Saturn crack with heat for now the world Hath seen a Woman: Leap nimble lightning from Ioues ample shield And make at length, an end, the proud hot breath Of thee contemning Greatness, the huge drought Of sole self loving vast Ambition. Th'unnatural scorching heat of all those lamps Thou rearedst to yield a temperate fruitful heat Relentless rage whose heart hath no one drop Of human pity: all all loudly cry Thy brand O Ioue, for know the world is dry O let A general end save Carthage fame When worlds do burn unseen's a cities flame.
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My answers thus, Whats safe to Carthage, shall be sweet to me Right worthy Roialest O very woman! But tis not safe for Carthage to destroy, Be most vniust, cunninglie politique, Your heads still vnder Heauen, O trust to fate, Gods prosper more a iust then crafty state. Tis lesse disgrace to haue a pitied losse Then shamefull victory. O very Angel! We all haue sworne good Massinissa faith, Speach makes vs men, and thers no other bond Twixt man and man, but words: O equall Gods Make vs once know the consequence of vowes— And wee shall hate faith-breakers worse then man-eaters Ha! good Gelosso is thy breath not here? You doe me wrong as long as I can die, Doubt you that old Gelasso can be vile? States may afflict, tax, torture, but our mindes Are ōly sworne to Ioue: I greiue and yet am proud That I alone am honest: high powers you know Virtue is seldom seene with troupes to goe. Excellent man Carthage & Rome shall fall Before thy fame: our Lords know I the worst. The Gods foresaw, tis fate we thus are forc'd. Gods naught foresee, but see, for to their eyes Naught is to come, or past, Nor are you vile Because the Gods foresee: for Gods and We See as thinges are things are not, for we see But since affected wisdom in vs Women Is our sex highest folly: I am silent, I cannot speake lesse well, vnlesse I were More void of goodnesse: Lordes of Carthage, thus The ayre and earth of Carthage owes my body, It is their seruant; what decree they of it? That you remoue to Cirta, to the pallace Of well form'd Syphax, who with longing eyes Meetes you: he that giues way to Fate is wise. I goe: what power can make me wretched? what euill Is there in life to him, that knowes lifes losse To be no euill: show, show thy vgliest brow O most blacke chaunce: make me a wretched story Without misfortune Vertue hath no glorie Opposed trees makes tempests show their power And waues forc'd back by rocks maks Neptune tower Tearelesse O see a miracle of life A maide, a widdow, yet a haplesse wife. A prodegy! let nature run crosse legd Ops goe vpon thy head, let Neptune burne Cold Saturne cracke with heate for now the world Hath seene a Woman: Leape nimble lightning from Ioues ample shield And make at length, an end, the proud hot breath Of thee contemning Greatnesse, the huge drought Of sole selfe louing vast Ambition. Th'vnnaturall scorching heate of all those lamps Thou reard'st to yeeld a temperate fruitfull heat Relentlesse rage whose hart hath no one drop Of humane pittie: all all loudly cry Thy brand O Ioue, for know the world is dry O let A generall end saue Carthage fame When worlds doe burne vnseens a Citties flame.