Mason, John · published 1610 · first performed or written 1607 [1607-1608] (Annals) tragedy · Children of the King's Revels unassigned nearest T1 Death, grief and revenge · 480 words
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Oh would I had a Syrens charming voice, I'd use no incantations but to thy ears, Or were my tongue like Orpheus golden lyre, To which the winds were hushed and heard it play It should be silent but to please thy ears, Or like the dying swan, would I might sing A funeral elegy to my parting soul, So that the music might but please thy ears: What should I say? Be dumb and leave me. Not till thou love, or else of life bereave me. Ha, Are ye gone: all clear, damnation cease ye, ay, a known practised politician, And thus outreached: O my shallow brains. Fell I so high? would I had fallen from heaven: So, like a Phaeton I had fired the world: Or like a flash of lightning on your heads, Consumed you for these tricks: I died in tims Like a true coward, counterfeited death, For fear to die indeed: well then for my life I am beholding yet unto my wit: But for my legs I know not how they stand, Are my bones stiff still, not broken? Ha? I am at last freed of my lustful love, My hope is yet despair will arm her hands To her own death, and save my sword a labour: If not, 'tis but the taking back of what I gave, And send her once again into her grave. Now for my Iulia, she is the main of all, Her will I cease and keep, until the Fleet Now under sail for Florence be arrived, From the grand signor sent to make me strong, And get command upon the straits: howsoe'er 'twas promised Borgias to make strong his part, Against the Dukes: she being had, My title's firm for Florence, their claim's bad. Eunuch. Your pleasure. See you this body? I do. Convey it to his bed there let it lie, The murder I'll transport upon the Dukes, Or on some treason by their means contrived: See it be done. It shall. Now unto Iulia, on her lies my state, If she consents: why so: if not I know Death and command makes women's hearts to bow. The death of slaves pursue thee. hah Borgias, Protector: true true: clap clap ye furies, Dance your black rounds, and with your iron whips, Fetching eternal lashes as you skip Strike a loud sounding music through the air, And make the night Queen pale to hear your noise. Be peaceful wronged Ghost wheresoe'er thou be'st, Post to the blessed fields where souls take rest: Drink Lethe freely for thou art revenged. Come thou enclosure of a damned soul, I'll be obedient bear to thy bed, Then in my chamber laugh that thou art dead. What sudden pain assaults my yielding heart? Ha ha, ha, you'll bear me to my bed, Then in your chamber laugh that I am dead.
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Oh would I had a Syrens charming voice, I'de vse no incantations but to thy eares, Or were my tongue like Orpheus golden lyre, To which the windes were husht and heard it play It should be silent but to please thy eares, Or like the dying swan, would I might sing A funerall elegy to my parting soule, So that the musique might but please thy eares: What should I say? Be dumbe and leaue me. Not till thou loue, or else of life bereaue me. Ha, Are ye gone: all cleere, damnation cease ye, I, a knowne practisde pollititian, And thus outreacht: O my shallowe braines. Fell I so high? would I had fallen from heauen: So, like a Phaeton I had fir'd the world: Or like a flash of lightning on your heads, Consumd you for these trickes: I dyed in time Like a true coward, counterfeited death, For feare to die indeed: well then for my life I am beholding yet vnto my wit: But for my legges I know not how they stand, Are my bonesstiffe still, not broken? Ha? I am at last freed of my lustfull loue, My hope is yet dispaire will arme her hands To her owne death, and saue my sword a labour: If not, tis but the taking backe of what I gaue, And send her once againe into her graue. Now for my Iulia, she is the maine of all, Her will I ceaze and keep, vntill the Fleete Now vnder saile for Florence be ariu'd, From the grand Signior sent to make me strong, And get commaund vpon the straights: how soere Twas promist Borgias to make strong his part, Against the Dukes: she being had, My title's firme for Florence, their claime's bad. Eunuch. Your pleasure. See you this body? I doe. Conuey it to his bed there let it lye, The murther I'le transport vpon the Dukes, Or on some treason by their meanes contriu'd: See it be done. It shall. Now vnto Iulia, on her lies my state, If she consents: why so: if not I know Death and commaund makes womens hearts to bow. The death of slaues pursue thee. hah Borgias, Protector: true true: clap clap ye furies, Daunce your blacke rounds, and with your yron whips, Fetching eternall lashes as you skip Strike a loud sounding musicke through the ayre, And make the night Queene pale to heare your noise. Be peacefull wronged Ghost where soere thou beest, Post to the blessed fields where soules take rest: Drinke Lethe freely for thou art reuengd. Come thou inclosure of a damned soule, Ile be obedient beare to thy bed, Then in my chamber laugh that thou art dead. What suddaine paine assaults my yeelding heart? Ha ha, ha, youle beare me to my bed, Then in your chamber laugh that I am dead.