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 · 455 words
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Be gentle Madam. If thou be'st gentle leave me Mahomet Our loves like our religions are at wars And I disclaim all peace. And I a lovers smoothness: your uncle's dead His power is mine, and you must go. Soul of wrongs: whither? you're both to weak there's more than woman in me: villain, slave: You urge me unto violence come to my chamber. In hell or in my grave: a rape, treason: treason. A guard, a guard. Death of my hope the Court is up. From hence the voice was heard, be circumspect. Treason, treason. Who speaks that word? Iulia your Sovereign. Silence or thou diest. Error of darkness in what Labyrinth Our souls are plunged: raise the Court: Iulia? I. Iulia and Mulleasses? Iulia and Mulleasses fond Venetian Prevented at the point of happiness: Thus I redeem her. And like Cephalus kill thine own Procris. Save me. Thy death shall be her freedom infidel. Why stop you in your courses short breathed Christians? Nail us together. Now methinks I stand Lk a prod Lyon with a richer prize Than Nessus would have stolen from Hercules And dare your envies: my death unto your state shallbe as ominous as his poisoned shirt: Your false Protector's dead: he mocked your griefs And made you weep at Julia's funeral, Whose hope I underwrought, and now had worn The wreath of Florence: Love and ambition, Kindled my cold brain from their mutual heat Sprung my aspiring aim: nor shall it sink But in the death of Iulia: since I cannot Quench my hot thirst of Lust, and cool the heat That hotter than the coals of Parta Burn in my liver: like the snowy Dragon, Tangling the Elephant in his snarled orbs: I'll die in the pursuit of my desire, And mix our bloods in death to sate my fire, Hold monster. Damnation on thy soul. Thy death shall ransom her. Death double thy feared force, and it some form Affright pale Hecate darken the Moon, I like the Sun, backed on th'Arcadian beast, When in his burning progress he did singe Adonis' gardens: from my soul's fair light Chase cloudy fear: and like Thetis son, When he was ointed with Ambrosia Am more than fire-proof: lives Iulia yet? She lives damned villain and outlives thy hate. Death had been kind in her: with her I might Under the cool shades of Elysium Played before Pluto and made Proserpine As jealous as Iuno of my love— But since I must not Up from the dark earth's exhalations Thicker than Lernas foggy mists and hide me: I cannot lose their sight, hell of fear! It flies our eager steps: follow, follow. What means these clamours: Borgias? Hah, Borgias:
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Be gentle Madam. If thou beest gentle leaue me Mahomet Our loues like our religios are at warres And I disclaime all peace. And I a louers smoothnes: your Vnckles dead His power is mine, and you must goe. Soule of wrongs: whither? y'are both to weake Ther's more then woman in me: villaine, slaue: You vrge me vnto violence come to my chamber. In hell or in my graue: a rape, treason: treason. A guard, a guard. Deah of my hope the Court is vp. From hence the voyce was heard, be circumpect. Treason, treason. Who speakes that word? Iulia your Soueraigne. Scilence or thou dyest. Error of darkenesse in what Labirinth Our soules are plunged: raise the Court: Iulia? I. Iulia and Mulleasses? Iulia and Mulleasses fond Venitian Preuented at the point of hapines: Thus I redeeme her. And like Cephalus kill thine owne Procris. Saue me. Thy death shall be her freedome infidell. Why stop you in your courses short breathed Christians? Nayle vs together. Now me thinks I stand Lk a prod Lyon with a richer prize Then Nssus would haue stolne from Hercules And dare your enuies: my deah vnto your state Salbe as ominous as his poysond shirt: Your false Protecor's dead: e mockt your griefes And made you wepe at Iulias fnerall, Whoe hope I vnderwrought, and now had worne The wreath of Florence: Loue and ambition, Kindled my cold braine from their mutuall heate Sprung my aspiring aime: nor shall it sincke But in the deah of Iulia: since I cannot Quench my hot thist of Lust, and coole the heat That hotter then the coales of Parta Burne in my liuer: like the snowy Dragon, Tangling the Elphant in his snarled orbes: Ile dye in the pursuit of my desire, And mixe our bloods in death to sate my fire, Hold monster. Damnation on thy soule. Thy death shall ransome her. Death double thy feard force, and it some forme Affright pale Hecate darken the Moone, I like the Sunne, backt on th'Arcadian beast, When in his burning progresse he did sindge Adonis gardens: from my soules faire light Chase cloudy feare: and like Thetis sonne, When he was oynted with Ambrosia Am more then fire-proofe: liues Iulia yet? She liues dam'd villaine and out-liues thy hate. Death had bene kinde in her: with her I might Vnder the coole shades of Elisium Played before Pluto and made Proserpine As iealous as Iuno of my loue— But since I must not Vp from the darke earths exhalations Thicker then Lernas foggy mists and hide me: I cannot loose their sight, hel of feare! It flies our eager steps: follow, follow. What meanes these clamours: Borgias? Hah, Borgias: