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 · 508 words
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Much ere the morning riseth must be done, I'll bear this body hence: ha ha ha, O now methinks I 'gin outreach myself, Now like some huge colossus cold I strut, And stride that Oak of Mahomet: that bears up The ponderous centre: whose divided horns Measuring the passing of a thousand years, Touch at both poles, and toss the massy ball: Makes mountains nod and curled Cedars reel On Syrian Lybanus. But soft methinks I hear Some mutinous and distracted tumult. Guard me ye just and intellectual powers Thou triple & eternal essence. Borgias. What dreadful summons calls on Borgias? What art thou? Timoclea thy poisoned wife. What wouldst thou, Hah. Revenge and horror. Terror to my soul: forbear those looks. Despair and vengeance. mayst thou be peaceful, in my prayers I wish it, Let them expiate my sin: if thou be'st a spirit Blessed and celestial: change that face of fear, Or leave th'infectious grossness of our air, And like an Angel dance about the Spheres, Play with the Moon and make the Sun thy glass, To see thy beauty as thy bevy pass. Or if thou be'st— A messenger of death. Then like a Fury post to Tartarus, Fetch up the snaky curled Eumenides: From Orcus' bottom where revengeful cares Grief, pale diseases, sad and crooked age Are ever resident: let them and their effects Let fierce Erennis with her brazen feet, Seize me at once, and strike me in my fall, Lower than him that durst ascend the Sun. Only be thou appeased. Not till I meet thee in the shades of death. Which thou deniest me: for thy fears keep in My trembling soul: it dares not leave my breast, Mount to the flaming girdle of the world, And fetch me lightnings, I will swallow it. Snatch from the Cyclops balls of Etnean fire And I will eat them: steal thunder from the clouds And dart it at me: quaff Stygian Nonocris I will pledge thee. I'll haunt thee to despair. Pursue his fear to some effect of death, Whilst I like stars that spread their sparkling fires Beyond an usual light foreshow a tempest Of the whole state of Florence. Amadas removed Her near alliance unto Julia's blood, Shall not distaste my hopes: Timocleas fear Works death on Borgias: up Mulleasses Sit like Saturnus on the highest orb, And let stargazing wizards from thy fear, Buzz sad Astrology in the people's ear. What night or what dark Chaos can conceal My conscience horror? rather let me see The fear of Hercules: let the Cretian Bull Bellow and burst my brains: only may my ears Be deaf to thy exclaims. Thou art at farthest. Then I can but fall. Like Lucifer from heaven. Oh now methinks a Chorus all of Angels Clad with the Sun and crowned with golden stars, Should make more heavenly music at thy fall Then all the Spheres that dance about the ball: Now should they poetize in verse for joy, And outsing Homer in the fall of Troy.
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Much ere the morning riseth must be done, Ile beare this body hence: ha ha ha, O now me thinkes I gin out-reach my selfe, Now like some huge Collossus cold I strut, And stride that Oke of Mahomet: that beares vp The ponderous center: whose deuided hornes Measuring the passing of a thousand yeares, Touch at both Polles, and tosse the massy ball: Makes mountaines nod and curled Cedars reele On Syrian Lybanus. But soft me thinkes I heare Some mutinous and distracted tumult. Guard me ye iust and intellectuall powers Thou triple & eternall essence. Borgias. What dreadfull summons calls on Borgias? What art thou? Timoclea thy poysond wife. What wouldst thou, Hah. Reuenge and horror. Terror to my soule: forbeare those lookes. Dispaire and vengeance. Maist thou be peacefull, in my prayers I wish it, Let them expiate my sinne: if thou be'st a spirit Blest and celestiall: change that face of feare, Or leaue th'infectious grosnesse of our aire, And like an Angell daunce about the Spheres, Play with the Moone and make the Sun thy glasse, To see thy beauty as thy beauy passe. Or if thou be'st— A messenger of death. Then like a Fury post to Tartarus, Fetch vp the snackie curld Eumenides: From Orcus bottome where reuengefull cares Griefe, pale diseases, sad and croked age Are euer resident: let them and their effects Let fierce Erennis with her brazen feet, Seize me at once, and strike me in my fall, Lower then him that durst ascend the Sun. Onely be thou appeasd. Not till I meet thee in the shades of death. Which thou deniest me: for thy feares keepe in My trembling soule: it dares not leaue my brest, Mount to the flaming girdle of the world, And fetch me lightnings, I will swallow it. Snatch from the Ciclops bals of Etnean fire And I will eate them: steale thunder from the clowds And dart it at me: quaffe Stigian Nonocris I will pledge thee. Ile haunt thee to dispaire. Pursue his feare to some effect of death, Whilst I like starres that spred their sparckling fires Beyond an vsuall light fore-shewe a tempest Of the whole state of Florence. Amadas remoued Her neare alliance vnto Iulias blood, Shall not distast my hopes: Timocleas feare Workes death on Borgias: vp Mulleasses Sit like Saturnus on the highest orbe, And let starre-gazing wizards from thy feare, Buzze sad Astrology in the peoples eare. What night or what darcke Chaos can conceal My conscience horror? rather let me see The feare of Hercules: let the Cretian Bull Bellow and burst my braines: onely may my eares Be deafe to thy exclaimes. Thou art at farthest. Then I can but fall. Like Lucifer from heauen. Oh now me thinkes a Chorus all of Angells Clad with the Sun and crownd with golden starres, Should make more heauenly musique at thy fall Then all the Spheres that daunce about the ball: Now should they poetize in verse for ioy, And out-sing Homer in the fall of Troy.