Heywood, Thomas · published 1608 · first performed or written 1607 [1606-1608] (Annals) tragedy · Queen Anne's Men · Red Bull unassigned nearest T34 Thebes and royal catastrophe: siege, sla · 484 words
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No kissing now Tarquin, great Queen adieu: Aruns On earth we ha' no foe but you. What means this their unnatural enmity? hate borne from love. Resolve us then, how did the Gods accept Or sacrifice, how are they pleased with us. How long will they applaud our sovereignty? Shall I tell the king. Do cozen, with the process of your journey. I will. We went from hither, when we went from here arrived thither when we landed there, made an end of our prayers when we had done our Orisons, when thus quoth Phoebus, Tarquin shall be happy whilst he is blessed, govern while he reigns, wake when he sleeps not, sleep when he wakes not, quaff when he drinks, eat when he feeds, gape when his mouth opens, live till he die, and die when he can live no longer. So Phoebus commends him to you. Mad Brutus still, Son Aruns What say you. That the great Gods to whom the potent king Of this large Empire, sacrificed by us. Applaud your reign, commend your sovereignty: And by a general synod grant to Tarquin, Long days, fair hopes, Majestic government. Adding withal, that to depose the late king, which in others, had been arch treason, in Tarquin was honour: what in Brutus had been usurpation, in Tarquin was lawful succession and for Tullia, though it be parricide for a child to kill her father, in Tullia it was charity by death. To rid him of all his calamities, Phoebus himself, said she, was a good child, and shall not I say as he says, to tread upon her father's skull, sparkle his brains upon her chariot wheel, And wear the sacred tincture of his blood Upon the servile shoe? but more than this, After his death deny him the due claim Of all mortality, a funeral, An earthen sepulchre: this this, quoth the Oracle, Save Tullia none would do. Brutus no more, lest with our surpassed eyes of wrath & fury We look into the humour; were not madness And folly to thy words a privilege Even in thy last reproof of our proceedings Thou hadst pronounced thy death. If Tullia will send Brutus abroad for news, and after at his return not endure the telling of it; let Tullia either get closer ears, or get for Brutus a stricter tongue. God boy. Alas 'tis madness, pardon him, not spleen, Nor is it hate, but frenzy, we are pleased To hear the God's propitious at our prayers. But whither's Sextus gone? resolve us Cecles, We saw thee in his parting follow him. I heard him say, he would straight take his horse Unto the warlike Gabine's enemies. To Rome and you save them we have no opposites. And dares the boy, confederate with our foes? Attend us Lords, we must new battles wage, And with bright arms confront the proud boy's rage.
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No kissing now Tarquin, great Queene adiew: Aruns On earth we ha no foe but you. What meanes this their vnnaturall emnity? hate borne from loue. Resolue vs then, how did the Gods accept Or sacrifice, how are they pleasd with vs. How long will they applaud our souerai gnty? Shall I tell the king. Do Cosen, with the processe of your iorny. I will. We went from hither, when we went from hee arriued thither when we landed there, made an end of our praiers when we had done our Orisons, when thus quoth , Tarquin shall be happy whilest he is blest, gouerne while he raignes, wake when he sleeps not, sleepe when he wakes not, quaffe when he drinkes, eate when he feedes, gape when his outh opens, liue till he die, and die when he can liue no longer. So Phoebus commends him to you. Mad Brutus still, Son Aruns What say you. That the great Gods to whom the potent king Of this large Empire, sacrific'd by vs. Applaud your raigne, commend your soueraignty: And by a generall Synode grant to Tarquin, Long daies, faire hopes, Maiestique gouernment. Adding withall, that to depose the late king, which in others, had bin arch treason, in Tarquin was honour: what in Brutus had beene vsurpation, in Tarquin was lawful succession and for Tullia, though it be parricide for a child to kil her father, in Tullia it was charitie by death. To rid him of all his calamities, Phoebus himselfe, said she, was a good child, and shall not I say as he saies, to tread vpon her fathers skull, sparkle his braines vpon her chariot wheele, And weare the sacred tincture of his bloud Vpon the seruile shoe? but more then this, After his death deny him the due claime Of all mortality, a funerall, An earthen sepulcher: this this, quoth the Oracle, Saue Tullia none would doe. Brutus no more, lest with our surpast eies of wrath & fury We looke into the humour; were not madnes And folly to thy words a priuilege Euen in thy last reproofe of our proceedings Thou hadst pronounc thy death. If Tullia will send Brutus abroad for newes, and after at his returne not endure the telling of it; let Tullia either get closer eares, or get for Brutus a stricter tongue. God boye. Alastis madnes, pardon him, not spleene, Nor is it hate, but frensie, we are pleasde To heare the Gods propitious at our prayers. But wluthers Sextus gone? resolue vs Cecles, We saw thee in his parting follow him. I heard him say, he would straight take his horse Vnto the warlike Gabines enemies. To Rome and you saue them we haue no opposites. And dares the boy, confederate with our foes? Attend vs Lords, we must new battels wage, And with brght armes confront the proud boyes rage.