The Wonder of Women, or Sophonisba · chunk 11 of 26
Marston, John · published 1606 · first performed or written 1605 [1605-1606] (Annals) tragedy · Children of the Queen's Revels · Blackfriars unassigned nearest T17 Eastern conquest: Persians, Turks and so · 495 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T17: tamburlaine, persian, cyrus, king, mahomet, arms, mighty, assyrian, thousand, army.
His virtue mazde thee, (umh) why now I see Thart that just man that hath true touch of blood, Of pity and soft piety: Forgive? Yes honour thee, we did it but to try What sense thou hadst of blood: go Bytheas Take him into our private treasury And cut his throat, the slave hath all betrayed. Are you assured? As. A feared for this I know Who thinketh to buy villainy with gold, Shall ever find such faith so bought so sold. Reward him thoroughly. What means this shout? Hanno 'tis done: Scyphax revolt by this Hath secured Carthage: and now his force come in And joined with us give Massinissa charge, And assured slaughter: O ye powers forgive, Through rottenst dung best plants both sprout & live By blood vines grow. But yet think Asdrubal 'tis fit at least you bear griefs outward show, It is your kinsman bleeds: what need men know. Your hand is in his wounds, 'tis well in state, To do close ill; but void a public hate. Tush Hanno let me prosper let routs prate, My power shall force their silence or my hate. Shall scorn their idle malice: men of weight Know, he that fears envy let him cease to reign, The people's hate to some hath been their gain. For howsoe'er a Monarch feigns his parts, Steal any thing from Kings but subjects hearts. Guard, guard the camp, make to the trench stand firm The Gods of boldness with us, how runs chance? Think, think how wretched thou canst be, thou art, Short words shall speak long woes: mark Asdrubal. Our bloody plot to Massinissa's ear Untimely by this Lord was all betrayed. By me, it was, by me vile Asdrubal, oy to speakt. Down slave. I cannot fall. Our trains disclosed, straight to his well used arms He took himself, rose up with all his force, On Syphax careless troops (Syphax being hurried Before to Cirta fearless of success impatient Sophonisba to enjoy.) Gelosso rides to head of all our squadrons Commands make stand in thy name Asdrubal, In mine, in his, in all: dull rest our men, Whilst Massinissa now with more than fury, Chargeth the loose and much amazed ranks, Of absent Syphax: who with broken shout, (In vain expecting Carthage secondings) Give faint repulse: a second charge is given Then look as when a falcon towers aloft Whole shoals of foul and flocks of lesser birds, Crouch fearfully and dive some among sedge, Some creep in brakes: so Massinissa's sword Brandished aloft, tossed 'bout his shining cask, Made stoop whole squadrons, quick as thought he strikes, Here hurls he darts? and there his rage strong arm, Fights foot to foot: here cries he strike: they sink And then grim slaughter follows, for by this As men betrayed, they curse us, die, or fly, or both Often six thousand fell: Now was I come And straight perceived all Bled by his vile plot.
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His virtue mazde thee, (vm) why now I see Thart that iust man that hath true touch of blood, Of pitty and soft piety: Forgiue? Yes honour thee, wee did it but to trye What sense thou hadst of blood: goe Bytheas Take him into our priuate treasurie And cut his throate, the slaue hath all betraide. Are you assured? As. A feard for this I know Who thinketh to buy villany with golde, Shall euer find such faith so bought so solde. Reward him thorowly. What meanes this shoute? Hanno tis don: Scyphax reuolt by this Hath securd Carthage: and now his force come in And ioynde with vs giue Massinissa charge, And assured slaughter: O ye powers forgiue, Through rottenst dung best plāts both sprout & liue By blood vines grow. But yet thinke Asdruball Tis fit at least you beare greefes outward showe, It is your kinsman bleedes: what neede men knowe. Your hand is in his wounds, tis well in state, To doe close ill; but voide a publique hate▪ Tush Hanno let me prosper let routs prate, My power shall force their silence or my hate. Shall skorne their idle malice: men of waight Know, he that feares enuy let him cease to raigne, The peoples hate to some hath bin their gaine. For how so ere a Monarke faines his partes, Steale anie thing from Kinges but subiects hartes. Gard, gard the campe, make to the trench stand firme The Gods of boldnes with vs, how runs chance? Think, think how wretched thou canst be, thou art, Short wordes shall speake long woes: marke Asdruball. Our bloody plot to Massinissas eare Vntimely by this Lord was all betraide. By me, it was, by mee vile Asdruball, oy to speakt. Downe slaue. I cannot fall. Our traines disclosd, straight to his well vsde armes He tooke himselfe, rose vp with all his force, On Syphax careles troupes (Syphax beeing hurried Before to Cirta feareles of successe impatient Sophonisba to inioy.) Gelosso rides to head of all our squadrons Commandes make stand in thy name Asdruball, In mine, in his, in all: dull rest our men, Whilst Massinissa now with more then fury, Chargeth the loose and much amazed rankes, Of absent Syphax: who with broken shoute, (In vaine expecting Carthage secondings) Giue faint repulse: a second charge is giuen Then looke as when a Fawcon towrs alo ft Whole shoales of foule and flocks of lesser birdes, Crouch fearefully and diue some among sedge, Some crepein brakes: so Massinissas sword Brandisht aloft, tossd'bout his shining cask, Made stoope whole squadrons, quick as thought he strikes, Here hurles he dartes? and there his rage strong arme, Fights foote to foote: heere cryes he strike: they sinke And then grim slaughter followes, for by this As men betraide, they curse vs, dye, or flye, or both Often sixe thousand fell: Now was I come And straight perceaud all Bled by his vile plot.