Heywood, Thomas · published 1608 · first performed or written 1607 [1606-1608] (Annals) tragedy · Queen Anne's Men · Red Bull unassigned nearest T12 Olympian gods: Jupiter, Juno, Venus and · 495 words
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You are too satirical cousen Brutus, but to the purpose: the King dreamed a strange ominous dream last night, and to be resolved of the event, my brother Sextus and I must to the Oracle. And because we would be well accompanied, we have got leave of the King that you Brutus shall associate us, for our purpose is to make a merry journey on't. So you'll carry me along with you to be your fool, & make you merry. Not our fool, but— To make you merry: I shall, nay, I will make you merry, or tickle you till you laugh, the Oracle; i'll go to be resolved some doubts private to myself: nay Princes, I am so much endeared both to your loves and companies, that you shall not have the power to be rid of me, what limits have we for our journey? Five days: no more. I shall fit me to your preparation, but one thing more, goes Collatine along? Collatine is troubled with the common disease of all new married men, he's sick of the wife, his excuse is forsooth that Lucrece will not let him go, but you having neither wife nor wit to hold you, I hope will not disappoint us. Had I both, you should prevail with me above a neither. We shall expect you. Horatius Cocles, a and Mutius Scevola are not engage in this expedition, No they attend the King, farewell. Lucretius stays at home to, and Valerius. The Palace cannot spare them, None but we three? We three. We three, well five days hence. You have the time, farewell. The time I hope for, cannot be conscribed, Within so short a limit, Rome and I Are not so happy, what's the reason then Heaven spares his rod so long? Mercury tell me: I have''t: the fruit of pride is yet but green, Not mellow, though it grows apace, it comes not To his full height: Ioue oft delays his vengeance, That when it haps 'tmay prove more terrible. Despair not Brutus then but let thy country And thee take this last comfort after all, Pride when thy fruit is ripe must rot and fall. But to the Oracle. I would I were no Roman. Cocles why? I am discontented & dare not speak my thoughts, What, shall I speak them for you? Mutius do. Tarquin is proud. Thou hast them. Tyrannous. True. Insufferable lofty. Thou hast hit me. And shall I tell thee what I prophesy Or his succeeding rule? Noah I'll do't for thee, Tarquin's ability will in the weal, Beget a weak unable impotence: His strength, make Rome and our dominions weak, His soaring high make us to flag our wings, And fly close by the earth, his golden feathers, Are of such Vastness that they spread like sails, And so be calm us that we have not air, Able to raise our plumes, to taste the pleasures of our own Elements.
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You are to atyricall cousen Brutus, but to the purpose: the King dreamt a strange ominous dreame last night, and to be resolu'd of the euent, my brother Sextus and I must to the Oracle. And because we would bee well accompained, wee haue got leaue of the King that you Brutus shall associate vs, for our purpose is to make a merrie iourney on't. So youle carrie me along with you to be your foole, & make you merrie. Not our foole, but— To make you merrie: I shall, nay, I will make you merrie, or tickle you till you laugh, the Oracle; ile goe to bee resolu'd some doubts priuate to my selfe: nay Princes, I am so much endeerd both to your loues and companies, that you shall not haue the power to be ridde of mee, what limits haue we for our iourney? Fiue daies: no more. I shal me to your preperation, but one thing more, goes Colatine along? Collatine is troubled with the common disease of all new married men, hee's sick of the wife, his excuse is forsooth that Lucrece wil not let him goe, but you hauing neither wife nor wit to hould you, I hope will not disapoint vs. Had I both, you should preuaile with me abouea nother. We shall expect you. Horatius Cocles, a and Mutius Sceuola are not engadge in this expedition, No they attend the King, farwell. Lucretius stayes at home to, and Valrius. The Pallace cannot spare them, None but we three? We three. We three, well fiue dayes hence. You haue the time, farwell. The time I hope for, cannot be conscribde, Within so short alimit, Rome and I Are not so happy, what's the reason then Heauen spares his rod so long? Mercury tell me: I hat'e: the fruite of pride is yet but greene, Not mellow, though it grows apace, it comes not To his ful height: Ioue oft delayes his vengeance, That when it haps t'may prooue more terrible. Dispaire not Brutus then but let thy country And thee take this last comfort after all, Pride when thy fruite is ripe must rot and fall. But to the Oracle. I would I were no Roman. Cocles why? I am discontented & dare not speake my thoughts, What, shall I speake them for you? Mutius doe. Tarquin is proude. Thou hast them. Tiranous. True. Insufferable lofty. Thou hast hit me. And shall I tell thee what I prophsie Or his succeeding rule? Noe lle dooe't for thee, Tarquins abilitie will in the weale, Beget a weake vnable impotence: His strength, make Rome and our dominions weake, His soaring high make vs to flag our winges, And fly close by the earth, his golden feathers,, Are of such Vastnes that they spread like sailes, And so be calme vs that we haue not ayre, Able to raise our plumes, to taste the pleasures of our owne Elements.