Mason, John · published 1610 · first performed or written 1607 [1607-1608] (Annals) tragedy · Children of the King's Revels unassigned nearest T50 Fleets, armies and generals: war by sea · 472 words
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THus our presumption hath prolonged your stay At a cheap banquet: did not the rites of love Exact your presence as a debt to Iulia, Our boldness might have wanted an excuse Thus to detain you. You are too full of ceremony my Lord, Knowing your welcome prodigal, and full of state, And such as fits our mournful accidents. The better part of love due to the living, Appears in friends even when their friends are dead, And think my Lord Protector that our love, For which we came in arms against your walls, Would not be wanting in one ceremony Due unto Iulia at her obsequy. Is Prusias returned from our Camp? I my gracious Lord. Doth our Lieutenant keep a careful watch Are Sentinels set out? They are and it like your grace. Where is Philenzo? Here my Sovereign. Are all in safety at our Camp? Safe and in quiet. The night is old, And drowsy sleep hangs heavy on our eyes: Conduct us to our rest. Never till now was Borgias fully blessed: To lodge two mighty Princes in one night Under his roof: where my sons son may say, Here mighty Venice and Ferrara lay. My Lord these Tapers lead you to your chamber, These great Ferrara unto yours. Rest to you all. Good night and sleep unto your sorrows. Sweet quiet be a guard unto you both, So may you sleep for ever. Eunuchus: Remove with our attendance from our ears. Now my heart's treasurer what now remains? My resolution holds to murder them, And with that force the town may now afford, Practise some sudden stratagem on their powers. That were too violent: things done for state, Must carry for me, and with an outward gloss, Varnish and cover what would else seem gross, Should they be murdered in their beds, or die, Having your promise for their guard: th'offence Could have no safety but in violence. No let them sleep secure, and this night's safety Will make them fearless, easy to be trapped In a more cunning net. To morrow at a banquet they shall drink A drug, whose working in their breast shall sleep Twice fifteen days, until their absence hence May give you colour from suspicion. But then dissolving like a fire that's hid, Spreading a burning poison through the blood, It scalds the heart, and through the body runs: Turns to a hot quotidian and, doth lose Although of poison in a mad disease: So dying, no impute can touch your name: Things are undone that are unspoke by fame. My fortunes on thy council noble Turk. We'll climb together: my daughter's heady will Shall stoop unto thy pleasure: as for Julia's love She must or yield or die: he that is wise, Will tread on any that may make him rise.
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THus our presumption hath prolongd your stay At a chape banquet: did not the rites of loue Exact your presence as a debt to Iulia, Our boldnesse might haue wanted an excuse Thus to detaine you. You are too full of ceremony my Lord, Knowing your welcome prodigall, and full of state, And such as fits our mournefull accidents. The better part of loue due to the liuing, Appeares in friends euen when their friends are dead, And thinke my Lord Protector that our loue, For which we came in armes against your walles, Would not be wanting in one ceremony Due vnto Iulia at her obsequy. Is Prusias returned from our Campe? I my gratious Lord. Doth our Liefetenant keep a careful watch Are Sentinels set out? They are and it like your grace. Where is Philenzo? Heere my Soueraigne. Are all in safety at our Campe? Safe and in quiet. The night is old, And drowsie sleepe hangs heauy on our eies: Conduct vs to our rest. Neuer till now was Borgias fully blest: To lodge two mighty Princes in one night Vnder his roofe: where my sonnes sonne may say, Heere might Venic and Frrara lay. My Lord hese Tapers lead you to your chamber, These great Ferrara vnto yours. Rest to you all. Good night and sleepe vnto your sorrowes. Sweete quiet be a guard vto you both, So may you sleepe for euer. Euncus: Remoue with our attendance from our eares. Now my hearts treasurer what now remaines? My resolution holds to murder them, And with that force the towne may now affoord, Practise some suddaine stratagem on their powers. That were too violent: things done for state, Must carry for me, and with an outward glosse, Varnish and couer what would else seeme grosse, Should they be murdered in their beds, or die, Hauing your promise for their guard: th'offence Could haue no safety but in violence. No let them sleepe secure, and this nights safety Will make them feareles, easie to be trapt In a more cunning net. To morrowe at a banquet they shall drinke A drugge, whose working in their breast shall sleepe Twice fifteene daies, vntill their absence hence May giue you colour from suspition. But then dissoluing like a fier that's hid, Spreading a burning poyson through the blood, It scalds the heart, and through the body runs: Turnes to a hot quotidian and, doth leese Although of poison in a mad desease: So dying, no impute can touch your name: Things are vndone that are vnspoke by fame. My fortunes on thy councell noble Turke. We'le clime together: my daughters heddy will Shall stoope vnto thy pleasure: as for Iulias loue She must or yeeld or dye: he that is wise, Will tread on any that may make him rise.