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 · 477 words
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Livest thou damned villain? I live, and laugh wild slave to see thy fall, This is the enclosure of a damned soul, Villain thou shalt not breathe another word. Stay but a minute longer, know that I have Thy promise and thy oath to be my guard, Thy slave I murdered and assumed his shape, I am Ferrara. Ferrara, ha? true true, clap clap ye furies Dance your black rounds, and with your iron whips, Fetching eternal lashes as ye skip, Strike a loud sounding music through the air And make the night's Queen pale to hear your noise: You have my oath and promise for your guard: So wise men promise fools, but their reward Like thine Ferrara is the loss of breath. justice I thee implore, revenge my death Mulleasses thinks me dead, and in his plots Goes on securely: I'll return his policies, And upon him transport Ferrara's murder. My wife he hath forsook: that sweetens danger That I but live to see revenge on her. My weak force built upon the Turkish fleet, I see is ruined, and I but undermined: No hope is left save in mine own command And power with the state: whose light credulity, I easily did delude with Julia's death. But yet Timoclea lives, and may perhaps Escape her false loves hate: which if she do, This black night's horror falls like thunder on me: She must not live till day: be ever dark. Stand night upon the noonestead: and attend My fate's security: if ever blackness pleased Or deeds to which men may resemble thee, Turn then thy sooty horse, and with their feet, Beat at the rising morn: & force the Sun, Forbear his lustre till this black deed's done. HEll and ye furies wheresoe'er you be, show me your tortures, and present yourselves Or let the burning monarch clad in flame, Make an infernal echo to my name. I know not what I say: Timoclea wronged, Love-slighted and contemned: O my wish! That like the cross-eyed witch of Thessaly My voice could through the rivets of the earth Hollo and call revenge: or rather: what? My dangerous ghost attired like Nemesis About her middle for a virgin Zone Girt with a forked-toothed serpent, vent at my breast That did exceed a stepdame in my lust. Forbear yet gentle maid; thy father's soul Kneels at the brazen Throne of Radamanth And craves that office: Whither am I borne? Despair, thou art a false glass to the soul, And in the conscience dazzled with thy guilt Of many sins, dost vary forms of fear. I not believe thy forced suggestions, I am seduced by passion: death and terror. Error, False air thou liest I err not: my loves wrong I'll tear out of my breast: forget those hopes Made my hands bloody: I am clear unstained: Stained:
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Liuest thou damnd villaine? I liue, and laugh vilde slaue to see thy fall, This is the inclosure of a damned soule, Villaine thou shalt not breath another word. Stay but a minute longer, know that I haue Thy promise and thy oath to be my guard, Thy slaue I murthered and assumd his shape, I am Ferrara. Ferrara, ha? true true, clap clap ye furies Dance your blacke rounds, and with your yron whips, Fetching eternall lashes as ye skip, Strike a loud sounding musicke through the aire And make the nights Queene pale to heare your noise: You haue my oath and promise for your guard: So wise men promise fooles, but their reward Like thine Ferrara is the losse of breath. Iustice I thee implore, reuenge my death Mulleasses thinkes me dead, and in his plots Goes on securely: Ile returne his pollicies, And vpon him transport Ferraras murther. My wife he hath forsooke: that sweetens danger That I but liue to see reuenge on her. My weake force built vpon the Turkish fleete, I see is ruind, and I but vndermined: No hope is left saue in mine owne commaund And power with the state: whose light credulity, I easely did delude with Iulias death. But yet Timoclea liues, and may perhaps Escape her false loues hate: which if she do, This blacke nights horror falls like thunder on me: She must not liue till day: be euer darke. Stand night vpon the noonestead: and attend My fates security: if euer blacknes pleasd Or deedes to which men may resemble thee, Turne then thy sooty horse, and with their feete, Beate at the rising morne: & force the Sunne, Forbeare his lustre till this black deed's done. HEll and ye furies wheresoere you be, show me your tortures, and present your selues Or let the burning monarch clad in flame, Make an infernall eccho to my name. I know not what I say: Timoclea wrongd, Loue-slighted and contemned: O my wish! That like the crosse-eyd witch of Thessaly My voice could through the riuets of the earth Hollo and call reuenge: or rather: what? My dangerous ghost attir'd like Nemesis About her middle for a virgin Zone Girt with a forckt-tooth'd serpent, vent at my brest That did exceed a stepdame in my lust. Forbeare yet gentle maide; thy fathers soule Kneels at the brazen Throne of Radamanth And craues that office: Whither am I borne? Dispaire, thou art a false glasse to the soule, And in the conscience dazeld with thy guilt Of many sinnes, dost vary formes of feare. I not belieue thy forc'd suggestions, I am seduc'd by passion: death and terror. Error, False aire thou liest I erre not: my loues wronge Ile teare out of my brest: forget those hopes Made my hands bloody: I am cleare vnstaind: Staind: