Beaumont, Francis / Fletcher, John · published 1619 · first performed or written 1611 (Annals) tragicomedy · King's Men · Globe unassigned nearest T53 The crown: kingship claimed, resigned an · 492 words
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Talk enough, while you confine my words, by Heaven and Earth, I were much better be a King of Beasts Then such a people: If I had not patience Above a god, I should be called a Tyrant Throughout the World. They will offend to death Each minute: Let me hear thee speak again And thou art earth again: why this is like Tigranes' speech, that needs would say, I bragged. Bessus he said I bragged. Ha ha ha. Why dost thou laugh? By all the world I me grown ridiculous To my own subjects: Tie me to a chair And jest at me, but I shall make a start And punish some, that other will take heed How they are haughty; who will answer me? He said I boasted, speak Mardonius, Did I? He will not answer: O my Temper! I give you thanks above, that taught my heart Patience, I can endure his silence; what will none Vouchsafe to give me audience, am I grown To such a poor respect or do you mean To break my wind, speak, speak soon one of you, Or else by Heaven, So please your, Monstrous, I cannot be heard out, they cut me off As if I were too saucy; I will live In woods, and talk to Trees they will allow me To end what I begin. The meanest Subject Can find a freedom to discharge his soul, And not I, now it is a time to speak, I hearken. May it please, I mean not you, Did not I stop you once? but I am grown To baulk, but I desire, let another speak. I hope your Majesty, Thou drawest thy words That I must wait an hour, where other men Can hear in instants; throw your words away Quick, and to purpose, I have told you this. An't please your Majesty: Wilt thou devour me? this is such a rudeness As yet you never showed me, and I want Power to command me, else Mardonius Would speak at my request; were you my King, I would have answered at your word Mardonius, I pray you speak, and true y, did I boast? Truth will offend you. You take all great care what will offend me, When you dare to utter such things as these. You told Tigranes, you had won his Land With that sole arm propped by Divinity: Was not that bragging, and a wrong to us That daily ventured lives? O that thy name Were great as mine, would I had paid my wealth, It were as great, that I might combat thee; I would through all the Regions habitable Search thee, and having found thee, with my Sword Drive thee about the world, till I had met Some place that yet man's curiosity Hath missed of; there, there would I strike thee dead: Forgotten of Mankind, such Funeral Rites As Beasts would give thee thou shouldst have
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Talke enough, vvhile you confine my words, by Heauen and Earth, I weremuch better bee a King of Beaſts Then ſuch a people: If I had not patience Aboue a god, I ſhould be cald a Tyrant Throughout the VVorld. They will offend to death Each minute: Let me heare thee ſpeake againe Andthou art earth againe: vvhy this is like Tigranes ſpeech▪ that needs would ſay, I brag'd. Beſſus hee ſaid I brag'd. Ha ha ha. VVhy doſt thou laugh? By all the world I me growne ridiculous To my owne ſubiects: Tye me to a chaire And ieſt at mee, but I ſhall make a ſtart And puniſh ſome, that other will take heede How they are haughty; who will anſwere mee? He ſaid I boaſted, ſpeak Mardonius, Did I? He will not anſwer: O my Temper! I giue you thankes aboue, that taught my heart Patience, I can indure his ſilence; what will none Vouchſafe to giue mee audience, am I growne To ſuch a poore reſpect or doe you meane To breake my wind, ſpeake, ſpeak ſoone one of you▪ Or elſe by Heauen, So pleaſe your, Monſtrous, I cannot bee heard out, they cut me off As if I were too ſawcy; I will liue In vvoods, and talke to Trees they will allow mee To end what I begin. The meaneſt Subiect Can finde a freedome to diſ harge his ſoule, And not I, now it is a time to ſpeake, I harken. May it pleaſe, I meane not you, Did not I ſtop you once? but I am growne To balke, but I deſire, let another ſpeake. I hope your Maieſty, Thou draweſt thy words That I muſt waite an hower, where other men Can heare in inſtants; throw your words away Quicke, and to purpoſe, I haue told you this. An't pleaſe your Maieſty: Wilt thou deuoure me? this is ſuch a rudenes As yet you neuer ſhewed mee, and I want Power to command mee, elſe Mardonius Would ſpeake at my requeſt; were you my King, I would haue anſwered at your word Mardonius, I pray you ſpeake, and true y, did I boaſt? Truth will offend you. You take all great care what will offend me, When you dare to vttter ſuch things as theſe. You told Tigranes, you had won his Land With that ſole arme propt by Diuinity: Was not that bragging, and a wrong to vs That daily venturoe liues? O that thy name Were great as mine, would I had paid my wealth, It were as great, that I might combate the; I would through all the Regions habitable Search thee, and hauing found thee, with my Sword Driue thee about the vvorld, till I had met Some place that yet mans curioſity Hath miſt of; there, there would I ſtrike thee dead: Forgotten of Manind, ſuch Funerall Rites As Beaſts would giue thee thou ſhouldſt haue