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 · 486 words
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Villain triumphest thou? O ye strong power of superstitious faith It reigns on fools: that men of wit and state, Men that like Eagles climb to be above, And shroud themselves between the knees of Jove Should be struck down by apparitions. Delusive counterfeit. counterfeit! I Valentine I live: And am the actor of mine own revenge. That cup of poison made against my life, Was by my dearest Mulleasses love Turned to a philtre: and my working sense, Charmed in the silence of a quiet sleep, Showed as if death had locked my pulses up, But posting time brought motion on my blood. And now my full veins like a water-brook, That sliding gently at some proud hills foot, In pipes of lead are carried to the top, And there in amorous branches spreading forth, Courts the curled mountain thus, thus, and thus: Lascivious strumpet. My beloved Turk. Incestuous Phedra. Love Hippolytus. Cruel Medea. My kind Iason. Whirl me ye just & more auspicious powers, Amongst the thick and thunder darting clouds, That being wrapped in flames I may be thrown, Like Aetnean balls from heaven and strike you down: Or would my dying breath were more infectious Than half rot bodies digged up from their graves, Or then those mists felt by the souls of men, When they descend toth' Acharusian fen. It should not strive within me, or be loath To leave my body might it blast you both. So with thy death the embryon of my love Takes perfect shape. Now like the Sestian maid May I court Leander swimming in my arms, And with our pleasing motions mock the seas That rose and fell to wanton with his thighs: Now there's no Hellespont betwixt our loves: I am not jealous: Agamemnon's dead, And Clytaemnestra with Aegisthus plays: Pleasure is free. Come there's no pleasure in you: You're a lustful time spent murderous strumpet, The prostitution of your known bordelloes, Where every itching lecher vents his blood, Is not so loathsome. You speak not like a lover. No, for thou hast killed my love Amada: And now thy husband's blood bids me beware Of some new lust and third adulterer: Such is your love to me. Oh stop those killing accents, be more mild I do forgive what you did speak: and ask But a kind thought for all my loving task. These eyes have seen you smile: look gently on me, And let me read some milder characters: Hence with thy Serpent twines. I am no Lamia nor no Lestrygon, No high-prized Lais: that thou shouldst esteem Repentance purchased at too dear a rate: Kings shall not come to Corinth where thou mayst, Not with a common Ephereian trull, Purchase a minute's pleasure: but with me (As fair but yet more chaste by far then she) Spend years of sweet content. Siren mine ears are stopped I will not hear thee.
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Villaine triumphst thou? O ye strong power of superstitious faith It reignes on fooles: that men of wit and state, Men that like Eagles climbe to be aboue, And shrowd themselues betweene the knees of Iou Should be struke downe by apparitions. Deluiue counterfeit. Conterfeit! I Valentine I liue And am the actor of mine owne reuenge. That cup of poyson made against my life, Was by my deerest Mulleasses loue Turnd to a philter: and my working sence, Charm'd in the scilence of a quiet sleep, Shewd as if death had lockt my pulses vp, But posting time brought motion on my blood. And now my full vaines like a water-brooke, Tha slyding gently at some proud hils foot, In pipes of lead are carryed to the top, And thee in amourous branches spreading forth, Courtes the curld mountaine thus, thus, and thus: Lasciuious strumpet. My beloued Turke. Incestuous Phedra. Loue Hipolitus. Cruell Medea. My kind Iason. Whirle me ye iust & more aupitious powers, Amongst the thicke and thunder darting clowdes, That being wrapt in flames I may be throwne, Like Aetnean bals from heauen and strike you downe: Or would my dying breath wer more infectious Then halfe rotte bodyes digd vp from their graues, Or then those mists felt by the soules of men, When they descendth Acharusian fenne. It should not striue within me, or be loth To leaue my body might it blast you both. So with thy death the Embrim of my loue Takes perfect shape. Now like the Sestian maide May I court Leander swimming in my armes And with our pleasing motions mocke the seas That rose and fell to wanton with his thighs: Now ther's no Hellespont betwixt our loues: I am not iealous: Agamemnons dead, And Clitemnestra with Agsthus plaies: Pleasure is free. Come ther's no pleasure in you: Y'are a lustfull time spnt murderous strumpet, The prostitution of your knowne Bordellos, Where euery itching letcher ents his blood, Is not so loathsome. You speake not like a louer. No, for thou hast kild my loue Amada: And now thy husbands blood bids me beware Of some new lust and third adulterer: Such is your loue to me. Oh stop those killing accents, be more milde I doe forgiue what you did speake: and aske But a kinde thought for all my louing taske. These eies haue seene you smile: looke gently on me, And let me read some milder characters: Hence with thy Serpent twines. I am no Lamia nor no Lostrigon, No high-prizd Lais: that thou shouldst esteeme Repentance purchasd at too deere a rate: Kings shall not come to Corinth where thou maist, Not with a common Ephereian ull, Purchase a minutes pleasure: but with me (As faire but yet more chaste by farre then she) Spend yeares of sweete content. Syren mine eares are stopt I will not heare thee.