Mason, John · published 1610 · first performed or written 1607 [1607-1608] (Annals) tragedy · Children of the King's Revels unassigned nearest T36 Hell, Furies and the language of punishm · 495 words
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Perhaps 'tis thirsty for the blood of Princes, Blaze out prodigious star, and let the fire Dart soul amazing terror to all eyes: Be like the Basilisk fatal to behold: I'll fat the slimy earth more than the plague, And from her bosom send the blood of Kings stilled into oily vapours & borne on high, To expiate those flames that else would die. What answer shall I return unto my Lord? That I will see him presently, be gone: Borgias, Thou art no tutored Politician To lay another in thy bosom. Know a state-villain must be like the wind, That flies unseen yet lifts an Ocean, Into a mountains height. That on the sands Whole Navies may be split in their descent. I stand above thee, and as from a rock Whose eminence outswells the raging flood, See thy hopes shipwrecked: O credulity, Securities blind nurse the dream of fools: The Drunkard's Ape, that feeling for his way Even when he thinks in his deluded sense, To snatch at safety, falls without defence. Twice hath the Nemean Lion breathed, forth fire, And made the scalded dog-star pant with heat. Twice the days planet through the burning signs Hurled his fiery chariot since the time I came to Florence in exchange for Iulia. The son of Borgias here to learn the tongues, The fashions and the arts of Christendom: Now by my sly and affable intrusion I am made intimate with Borgias: He thinks my thoughts are Osiers to be wrought In any form: the Dukes (that claimed The love of Iulia) he hath deluded By a feigned rumour of a sudden death: Her he detains until he fits his time By murder of the Dukes to be secure, In his own power to dacke his marriage: Timoclea his wife (the death of all his plots If she survives) he now believes is dead Poisoned by me: in lieu of which he grants His daughter Amada to me for wife: As if my hopes flew not as high as his: Now to secure my flight and make my wings Stronger than his that melted in the Sun, His wife Timoclea lives within this tomb Made seeming lifeless by a sleepy juice Infused in stead of poison in her cup: Here I must wake her and in her stir up Revenge 'gainst Borgias. Image of death and daughter of the night, Sister to Lethe all oppressing sleep, Thou that amongst a hundred thousand dreams Crowned with a wreath of mandrakes sit'st as Queen, To whom a million of care-clogged souls, Lie quaffing juice of Poppy at thy feet, Resign thy usurpation, and dislodge, Hang on the eyes of sloth and make them sleep Whose hearts are heavy, or whose sorrows weep, Give way to motion: and thou whose blood Stands in thy full veins like a charmed flood Receive the air again: survive his hate That on thy grave again climbs high to reach his fate.
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Perhaps tis thirsty for the blood of Princes, Blase out prodigious starre, and let the fire Dart soule amazing terror to all eyes: Be like the Basiliske fatall to behold: Ile fat the slimy earth more then the plague, And from her bosome send the blood of Kings Stild into oyly vapours & borne on high, To expiate those flames that else would die. What answere shall I returne vnto my Lord? That I will see him presently, be gone: Borgias, Thou art no tutord Pollitition To lay another in thy bosome. Know a stat-villaine must be like the winde, That flies vnseene yet lifs an Ocean, Into a mountaines height. That on the sands Whole Nauies may be split in their discent. I stand aboue thee, and as from a rocke Whose eminence outswelles the raging flood, See thy hopes shipwrackt: O credulity, Securities blinde nurse the dreame of fooles: The drunkards Ape, that feeling for his way Euen when he thinkes in his deluded sence, To snatch at safety, fals without defence. Twise hath the Nemean Lyon breathd, forth fire, And made the scalded Dogge-star pant with heate. Twise the dayes planet through the burning signes Hurred his fierie chariot since the time I came to Florence in exchange for Iulia. The sonne of Borgias here to learne the tongues, The fashions and the arts of Chistendome: Now by my sly and affable intrusion I am made intimate with Borgias: He thinkes my thoughts are Osiars to be wrought In any forme: the Dukes (that claimd The loue of Iulia) he hath deluded By a fain'd rumour of a suddaine death: Her he detaines vntill he fits his time By murder of the Dukes to be secure, In his owne power to dacke his marriage: Timoclea his wife (the death of all his plots If she suruiues) he now beleues is dead Poysond by me: in liew of which he grants His daughter Amada to me for wife: As if my hopes flew not as high as his: Now to secure my flight and make my wings Stronger then his that melted in the Sun, His wife Timoclea liues within this tombe Made seeming liuelese by a sleepy iuyce Infusd in stead of poyson in her cup: Here I must wake her and in her stir vp Reuenge gainst Borgias. Image of death and daughter of the night, Sister to Lethe all oppressing slepe, Thou that amongst a hundred thousand dreames Crownd with a wreath of mandrakes sitst as Queene To whome a million of care-clogged soules, Lye quaffing iuyce of Poppy at thy feete, Refigne thy vsurpassion, and dislodge, Hang on the eyes of sloth and make them sleepe Whose hearts are heauie, or whose sorrowes weepe, Giue way to motion: and thou whose blood Stands in thy full vaines like a charmed floud Receiue the aire againe: suruiue his hate That on thy graue againe climbes high to reach his fate.