Anonymous / Fletcher, John / Massinger, Philip · published 1621 · first performed or written 1617 [1613-1621] (Annals) tragedy · King's Men · Blackfriars unassigned nearest T14 Royal love, favour and dynastic relation · 483 words
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Yes anywhere, To be worse than I am here, is past my fear. You are here in a sanctuary; and that viper (Who since he hath forgot to be a son, I much disdain to think of as a brother) Had better in despite of all the gods, To have razed their Temples; and spurned down their altars, Then in his impious abuse of you, To have called on my just anger. Princely son; And in this worthy of a near name, I have in the relation of my wrongs been modest, and no word my tongue delivered T'express my insupportable injuries, But gave my heart a wound: nor has my grief Being from what I suffer; but that he Degenerate as he is, should be the actor Of my extremes; and force me to divide The fires of brotherly affection, Which should make but one flame. That part of his As it deserves shall burn no more, if or The tears of Orphans, widows, or all such As dare acknowledge him to be their Lord, joined to your wrongs, with his heart blood have power To put it out: and you, and these your servants, Who in our favours shall find cause to know In that they left not you, how dear we hold them; Shall give Theodoret to understand, His ignorance of the priceless jewel, which He did possess in you, mother in you, Of which I am more proud to be the donor, Then if the absolute rule of all the world Were offered to this hand; once more you are welcome, Which with all ceremony due to greatness I would make known, but that our just revenge Admits not of delay; your hand Lord General. Your favour and his merit I may say Have made him such, but I am jealous how Your subjects will receive it. How, my subjects? What do you make of me? Oh heaven! my subjects! How base should I esteem the name of Prince, If that poor dust, were any thing before The whirlwind of my absolute command? Let them be happy, and rest so contented: They pay the tribute of their hearts and knees, To such a Prince that not alone h'as power, To keep his own but to increase it; that Although he hath a body may add to The famed night labour of strong Hercules: Yet is the master of a continence That so can temper it, that I forbear Their daughters, and their wives, whose hands though strong, As yet have never drawn by unjust mean Their proper wealth into my treasury. But I grow glorious, and let them beware That in their least repining at my pleasures, They change not a mild Prince, (for if provoked I dare and will be so) into a Tyrant. You see there's hope that we shall rule again, And your fallen fortunes rise.
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Yes any where, To be worse then I am here, is past my feare. You are here in a sanctuary; and that viper (Who since he hath forgot to be a sonne, I much disdaine to thinke of as a brother) Had better in despight of all the gods, To haue razed their Temples; and spurn'd downe their altars, Then in his impious abuse of you, To haue called on my iust anger. Princely sonne; And in this worthy of a neere name, I haue in the relation of my wrongs Bene modest, and no word my tonge deliuered T'expresse my insupportable iniuries, But gaue my hart a wound: nor has my griefe Being from what I suffer; but that he Degenerate as he is, should be the actor Of my extreames; and force me to deuide The fires of brotherly affection, Which should make but one flame. That part of his As it deserues shall burne no more, if or The teares of Orphans, widdows, or all such As dare acknowledge him to be their Lord, Ioyned to your wrongs, with his hart blood haue powre To put it out: and you, and these your seruants, Who in our fauours shall finde cause to know In that they left not you, how deere we hold them; Shall giue Theodoret to vnderstand, His ignorance of the prizelesse Iewell, which He did possesse in you, mother in you, Of which I am more proud to bee the doner, Then if the absolute rule of all the world Were offer'd to this hand; once more you are well-come, Which with all ceremonie due to greatnesse I would make knowne, but that our iust reuenge Admitts not of delay; your hand Lord Generall. Your fauour and his merrit I may say Haue made him such, but I am iealious how Your subiects will receiue it. How, my subiects? What do you make of me? Oh heauen! my subiects! How base should I esteeme the name of Prince, If that poore dust, were any thing before The whirlewind of my absolute command? Let them be happy, and rest so contented: They pay the tribute of their harts and knees, To such a Prince that not alone h'as power, To keepe his owne but to increase it; that Although he hath a body may adde to The fam'd night labour of strong Hercules: Yet is the maister of a continence That so can temper it, that I forebeare Their daughters, and their wiues, whose hands though strong, As yet haue neuer drawne by vniust meane Their proper wealth into my treasury. But I grow glorious, and let them beware That in their least repining at my pleasures, They change not a mild Prince, (for if prouok'd I dare and will be so) into a Tyrant. You see there's hope that we shall rule againe, And your falne fortunes rise.