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 · 460 words
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O Had our souls no deeper sense than flesh, Were they like waxen pictures formable: Obsequiously to take impression From every rude hand, and be like this will, That wils us unto some deformity, I should not Amada complain of wrong But make religion of my forced restraint: I then should sleep and pray: and on my beads Number devotion: my environed spirit Should not thus swell beyond my present freedom: Whisper my wrongs, and prompt my weaker powers To prone impatience Madam I am yours. Let not the name of daughter unto him That hath confined your hope, be prejudice To those affections I bear your state: I'll prove 'gainst reason and received truth, Like breeds not like, in breeding every thing: Clear streams may flow even from a troubled spring. I am no infidel to thy position, Sad thoughts oppress me: may I have no music? Yes Madam. Some say that when the Thracian entered hell, The tortured souls enchanted with his tunes, Felt not their torments: Sisyphus sat down, Ixion's wheel stood still: the thirsty son of Ioue, Forgot to drink, and all the rest did stand Catching the air from his delicious hand: I would I might partake their happiness. Madam you shall: give your ears a while, And you shall hear such music as would make The greedy wolf forsake the tender lamb, And listen to it: such as the son of Neptune Played to the Dolphins: when they in a ring Danced their crooked measures but to hear him sing. Madam how fare you now? even as the labouring dayman after sleep. Refreshed and cherished: ha but Amada. Some better Genius assist my fear. What would it Amada, it beckons to thee? My mother's troubled spirit: O defend me heavens. Away: Amada. It commands my absence. O for heavens sake stay. Away. Something it would unfold to thee: I go. Contain thy fear, I live. Such terror lives not in a living eye, Death is not sharper than those pointed beams That pierce unto my heart. Would they were poniards digging at thy breast. Keep in thy short-drawn accents: let not th'air Carry the softest clamour to the ear Of waking Jealousy: if it do— How Lust and Nature do divide my soul? The one doth plead prescription in my blood, And sues as plaintive with such clamorous spells, As might conjure the violent rape of Lust To modest continence: O but it is a vice Sooner condemned than banished: easily spoke against But yet 'twill fawn as smoothly on our flesh, As Circe on the Grecian travellers, When she detained them in the shape of beasts. Amada knowest thou my face? I knew that outward Character of her That sometimes I called mother.
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O Had our soules no deeper sence then flesh, Were they like waxen pictures formable: Obsequiously to take impression From euery rude hand, and be like this will, That wils vs vnto some defomity, I should not Amada complaine of wrong But make religion of my forc'd restraint: I then should sleepe and pray: and on my beades Number deuoion: my enuironed spirit Shold not thus swell beyond my present freedome: Whisper my wrongs, and prompt my weaker powers To prone impatience Madam I am yours. Let not the name of daughter vnto him That hath confinde your hope, be preiudice To those affections I beare your state: Ile proue 'gainst reason and receiued truth, Like breedes not like, in breeding euery thing: Cleere streames may flowe euen from a troubled spring. I am no infidel to thy posiion, Sad thoughts oppresse me: may I haue no musique? Yes Madam. Some say that when the Thracian entred hell, The totu'd soules enchanted with his tunes, Felt not their torments: Syciphus sate downe, Ixions wheele sood still: the thirsty sonne of Ioue, Forgat to drinke, and all the rst did stand Caching the aire from his delicious hand: I would I might pertake their happines. Madam you shall: gie your eares a while, And you shall heare such musicke as would make The greedy wolfe forsake the tender lamb, And listen to it: such as the sonne of Neptune Playd to the Dolphins: when they in a ring Danct their crookt measures but to heare him sing. Madam how fare you now Euen as the labouring dayman after sleepe. Refresht and cherisht: ha but Amada. Some better Geniu assist my feare. What would it Amada, it beckens to thee? My mothers troubled spirit: O defend me heauens. Away: Amada. It commaunds my absence. O for heauens sake stay. Away. Smething it would vnfold to thee: I goe. Conteine thy feare, I liue. Such terror liues not in a liuing eye, Death is not shaper then those pointed beames That pierce vnto my heart. Would they were ponyards digging at thy breast. Keepe in thy short-drawne accents: let not th'ayre Carry the softest clamour to the eare Of waking Iealosie: if it do— How Lust and Nature do deuide my soule? The one doth plead prescription in my blood, And sues as plaintiue with such clamorous spels, As might coniure the violent rape of Lust To modest continence: O but it is a vice Sooner condemnd then banisht: easily spoke against But yet t'wil fawne as smoothly on our flesh, As Circe on the Grecian trauellours, When she detaind them in the shape of beasts. Amada knowest thou my face? I knew that outward Character of her That sometimes I cald mother.