The Wonder of Women, or Sophonisba · chunk 23 of 26
Marston, John · published 1606 · first performed or written 1605 [1605-1606] (Annals) tragedy · Children of the Queen's Revels · Blackfriars unassigned nearest T60 Imperial Rome: rulers, favour and politi · 490 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T60: caesar, rome, emperor, empire, honour, lord, lucius, great, palsgrave, kings.
Let my heart fall more low Than is my body, if only to thy glory She lives not yet all thine. Rise, rise, cease strife. Hear a most deep revenge, from us take life. To you all power of strength: and next to thee Thou spirit of triumph borne for victory. I heave these hands: March we to Cirta straight, My Sophonisba with swift haste to win In honour & in love all mean is sin. Ex. Ma. & Iug.. As we are Rome's great General thus we press Thy Captive neck, but as still Scipio And sensible of just humanity We weep thy bondage: speak thou ill chanced man What spirit took thee when thou wert our friend (Thy right hand given both to Gods and us With such most passionate vows and solemn faith) Thou fledst with such most foul disloyalty To now weak Carthage strengthening their bad arms Who lately scorned thee with all loathed abuse Who never entertain for love but use Scipio my fortune is captived not I Therefore I'll speak bold truth: nor once mistrust What I shall say, for now being wholly yours I must not feign, Sophonisba 'twas she 'twas Sophonisba that solicited My forced revolt, 'twas her resistless suit Her love to her dear Carthage enticed me break All faith with men: 'twas she made Syphax false She that loves Carthage with such violence And hath such moving graces to allure That she will turn a man that once hath sworn Himself on's father's bones her Carthage foe To be that cities Champion and high friend Her hymenaeal torch burnt down my house Then was I captived when her wanton arms There moving clasped about my neck, O charms Able to turn even fate: but this in my true grief Is some just joy, that my love sotted foe Shall seize that plague, that Massinissa's breast Her hands shall arm, and that ere long you'll try She can force him your foe as well as I, Lelius, Lelius, take a choice troop of horse And spur to Cirta. To Massinissa thus Syphax palace crown, spoil cities sack Be free to him but if our new laughed friend Possess that woman of so moving art Charge him with no less weight than his dear vow Our love, all faith, that he resign her thee As he shall answer Rome will him give up A Roman prisoner to the senate's doom She is a Carthaginian, now our laws Wise men prevent not actions, but ever cause Good malice, so, as liberty so dear Prove my revenge: what I cannot possess Another shall not: that's some happiness. Princes O fly, Syphax hath lost the day, And captived lies, the Roman legions Have seized the town, and with inveterate hate, Make slaves or murder all: Fire and steel, Fury and night hold all: fair Queen O fly, We bleed for Carthage, all of Carthage die.
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Let my heart fall more low Then is my body, if onely to thy glory She liues not yet all thine. Rise, rise, cease strife. Heare a most deepe reuenge, from vs take life. To you all power of strength: and next to thee Thou spirit of triumph borne for victory. I heaue these handes: March wee to Cirta straight, My Sophonisba with swift hast to winne In honor & in loue all meane is sinne▪ Ex. Ma. & Iug. As we are Romes great Generall thus wee press Thy Captiue neck▪ but as still Scipio And sensible of iust humanitie We weepe thy bondage: speake thou ill chanc'd man What spirit tooke thee when thou wert our friend (Thy right hand giuen both to Gods and vs With such most passionate vowes and solemne faith) Thou fledst with such most foule disloyalty To now weak Carthage strēgthning their bad arms Who lately scornd thee with all lothd abuse Who neuer intertaine for loue but vse Scipio my fortune is captiud not I Therefore Ile speake bold truth▪ nor once mistrust What I shall say, for now beeing wholy yours I must not faine, Sophomsba t'was shee T'was Sophonisba that solicited My forc'd reuolt, t'was hir resistles sute Hir loue to hir deare Carthage'tic'd mee breake All faith with men: t'was shee made Syphax false Shee that lou's Carthage with such violence And hath such mouing graces to allure That shee will turne a man that once hath sworne Himselfe on's fathers bones hir Carthage foe To bee that citties Champion and high friend Hir Himeneall torch burnt downe my house Then was I captiud when hir wanton armes There mouing claspt about my neck, O charmes Able to turne euen fate: but this in my true griefe Is some iustioy, that my loue sotted foe Shall sease that plague, that Massinissas breast Hir handes shall arme, and that ere long youle try Shee can force him your foe as well as I, Lelius, Lelius, take a choice troupe of horse And spur to Cirta. To Massinissa thus Syphax pallace▪ crowne, spoile citties sack Be free to him but if our new laughd friend Possesse that woman of so mouing art Charge him with no lesse waight then his deare vow Our loue, all faith, that hee resigne her thee As hee shall aunswere Rome will him giue vp A Roman prisoner to the Senates doome Shee is a Carthaginian, now our lawes VVise men preuent not actions, but euer cause Good malice, so, as liberty so deere Proue my reuenge: what I cannot possesse Another shall not: thats some happines. Princes O flie, Syphax hath lost the day, And captiu'de lies, the Roman Legeons Haue seisde the towne, and with inueterate hate, Make slaues or murder all: Fier and steele, Fury and night hold all: faire Queene O flie, We bleede for Carthage, all of Carthage die.