The Wonder of Women, or Sophonisba · chunk 15 of 26
Marston, John · published 1606 · first performed or written 1605 [1605-1606] (Annals) tragedy · Children of the Queen's Revels · Blackfriars unassigned nearest T38 Death, parting and grief at court · 488 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T38: queen, king, death, dead, heart, life, die, lord, royal, news.
To what use gentle Negro serves this cave Whose mouth thus opens so familiarly, Even in the king's bedchamber? O my Queen This vault with hideous darkness and much length stretcheth beneath the earth into a grove One league from Cirta (I am very sleepy) Through this when Cirta hath been strong begirt With hostile siege the King hath safely scaped To, to, The wine is strong. strong? Zanthia What means my princes? Zanthia rest firm And silent, help us: Nay do not dare refuse. The Negroes dead. No drunk. Alas. Too late, Her hand is fearful whose minds desperate. It is but sleepy Opium he hath drunk, Help Zanthia, They lay Vangue in Syphax bed & draw the curtains, there lie Syphax bride, a naked man is soon undressed; There bide dishonoured passion they knock within, forthwith Syphax comes. Way for the King. Straight for the King: I fly Where misery shall see nought but itself. Dear Zanthia close the vault when I am sunk And whilst he slips to bed escape be true I can no more, come to me: Hark Gods, my breath Scorns to crave life grant but a well famed death she descends Each man withdraw, let not a creature stay Within large distance. Sir? hence Zanthia, Not thou shalt hear, all stand without ear-reach Of the soft cries nice shrinking brides do yield When— But Sir— Hence— stay, take thy delight by steps, Think of thy joys, and make long thy pleasures, O silence thou dost swallow pleasure right, Words take away some sense from our delight; Music: be proud my Venus, Mercury thy tongue, Cupid thy flame, 'bove all O Hercules Let not thy back be wanting: for now I leap To catch the fruit none but the Gods should reap Hah! can any woman turn to such a Devil? Or: or: Vangue, Vangue— Yes, yes. speak slave, How camest thou here? Here? Zanthia, Zanthia, where's Sophonisba? speak at full, at full, Give me particular faith, or know thou art not— Your pardon just moved prince & private ear Ill actions have some grace, that they can fear How came I laid? which way was I made drunk? Where am I? think, or is my state advanced? O Ioue how pleasant is it but to sleep In a king's bed! Sleep there thy lasting sleep Improvident, base, o'er-thirsty slave. Die pleased a king's couch is thy too proud grave. Through this vault sayst thou? As you give me grace To live, 'tis true. We will be good to Zanthia; Go cheer thy Lady, and be private to us. As to my life. I'll use this Zanthia, And trust her as our dogs drink dangerous Nile, only for thirst, the Fly the Crocodile: Wise Sophonisba knows loves tricks of art, Without much hindrance, pleasure hath no heart; Despite all virtue or weak plots I must seven walled Babel cannot bear out lust
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To what vse gentle Negro serues this caue Whose mouth thus opens so familliarly, Euen in the Kings bedchamber? O my Queene This vault with hideous darkenes and much length stretcheth beneath the earth into a groue One league from Cirta (I am very sleepy) Through this when Cirta hath beeue strong begirt VVith hostile siedge the King hath safely scaped To, to, The wine is strong. strong? Zanthia VVhat meanes my princes? Zanthia rest firme And scilent, helpe vs: Nay do not dare refuse. The Negros dead. No drunke. Alas. Too late, Her hand is fearefull whose mindes desperate. It is but sleepie Opium he hath drunke, Helpe Zanthia, They lay Vangue in Syphax bed & draw the curtaines, there lye Syphax bride, a naked man is soone vndrest; There bide dishonoured passion they knock within, forthwith Syphax comes. VVay for the King. Straight for the King: I flye VVhere misery shall see nought but it selfe. Deere Zanthia close the vault when I am sunk And whilst he slips to bed escape be true I can no more, come to me: Harke Gods, my breath Scornes to craue life graunt but a well famde death she descends Each man withdraw, let not a creature stay Within large distance. Sir? hence Zanthia, Not thou shalt heare, all stand without eare-reach Of the soft cries nice shrinking brides do yeeld When— But Sir— Hence—stay, take thy delight by steps, Thinke of thy joyes, and make long thy pleasures, O silence thou dost swallow pleasure right, Wordes take avvay some sense from our delight; Musique: be proud my Uenus, Mercury thy tong, Cupid thy flame, boue all O Hercules Let not thy backe be wanting: for now I leape To catch the fruite none but the Gods should reap Hah! can any woman turne to such a Diuell? Or: or: Vangue, Vangue— Yes, yes. speake slaue, How camst thou here? Here? Zanthia, Zanthia, Wher's Sophonisba? speake at full, at ful, Giue me particular faith, or know thou art not— Your pardon just mou'd prince & priuat eare Ill actions have some grace, that they can feare How cam I laid? which way was I made drūk? Where am I? think, or is my state aduanc'd? O Ioue how pleasant is it but to sleepe In a kings bed! Sleepe there thy lasting sleep Improuident, base, o're-thirsty slaue. Dy pleas'd a kings couch is thy too proud graue. Through this vault sayst thou? As you giue me grace To liue, tis true. We will be good to Zanthia; Go cheare thy Ladie, and be priuate to vs. As to my life. I'le vse this Zanthia, And trust her as our dogs drink dangerous Nile, only for thirst, the Flie the Crocodile: Wise Sophonisba knowes loues trickes of art, Without much hindrance, pleasure hath no hart; Dispight all vertue or weake plots I must Seauen waled Babell cannot bear out lust