Markham, Gervase / Sampson, William · published 1622 · first performed or written 1622 [c.1619-1622] (Annals) tragedy · Red Bull (Revels) Company (first) · Red Bull unassigned nearest T53 The crown: kingship claimed, resigned an · 529 words
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Briefly thus, If through my fortune, or Augustus' wrath, I perish in this journey; by that love, Which nature, favour, or my best deserts Can kindle in thy bosom; I conjure And bind thee on the first intelligence, By poison, sword, or any violent means, To kill my Wife Marriam; let no man But Herod taste her sweetness; which performed, My soul in death shall love thee. Think 'tis done; By heaven the hour which tells me of your death, Is th'hour of her destruction; I have sworn, And there's no fate can change me. Be thyself, Constant and unremoved; so farewell. Two fiends like these were never spit from Hell. Go Herod, happy King; nay Herod, go, Unhappy, cause so happy; happy King, Whilst thouart a King; unhappy when no King: Hangs then mishap or hap upon a King, or no King? Then Herod, be no King; Antipater be King: And what's a King? a God: and what are Gods, but Kings? Ioue, Prince of Gods, was petty King of paltry Crete; Men subject are to Kings and Gods; but of the twain, Their Gods than Kings commands, they rather disobey; Kings greater then; nay, better than, than Gods: Then but a King or God, nought with Antipater; And rather King than God; no God; a King, a King. When I complain to Echo but head-aching; it cries, a King: When I, in mirth, am music making; it sounds, a King: Each sight, when I am waking; presents a King: When I my rest am taking; I see a King. Last night I saw, or seemed to see; nay, sure I saw A Crown hang o'er my head; & through the Crown a Sword: I saw, I sighed, I cried, O when? O when? Fall Crown; yea fall with Sword; fall both, so one may fall: But why dream I of falling, that must rise; Nay run, nay leap, nay fly unto a Crown? giant's heap hills on hills, to scale high Heaven; ay, heads on heads, to climb a kingdom's Sky: But oh, I am a Son; a Sun, O happy name; A Sun must shine alone, obscuring Moon, and Stars: ay, but I am a Bastard; what of that? Men base by birth, in worth are seldom base; And Nature's Outcasts, still are Fortune's Darlings: Bacchus, Apollo, Mercury; Bastards, yet bravest Gods: Then, why not I a God, a Demigod, or Worthy? You Gods, you Demigods, you Worthies then assist me; That, as our birth was like, our worth may bear like price: If they refuse; come Devils, and befriend me; My breast lies open; come; come Furies and possess it; Hatch here some monstrous brood, worthy of you and me; Which all Posterities may know, but none believe; Whereat the Sun may not go back, as once it did, At Atreus' tyranny; but fall and die for ever: Whereat the Heavens may quake, Hell blush, & Nature tremble; And men (half mad) may stand amazed. So, so, it works, it works; My breast swells to a Mountain; and I breed A Monster, past description; to whose birth, Come Furies, and be Midwives. Hark! O hark!
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Briefly thus, If through my fortune, or Augustus wrath, I perish in this Iourney; by that loue, Which nare, fauour, or my best deserts Can kindle in thy bosome; I coniure And binde thee on the first intelligence, By poyson, sword, or any violent meanes, To kill my Wife Marriam; let no man But Herod tast her sweetnesse; which perform'd, My soule in death shall loue thee. Thinke tis done; By heauen the houre which tells me of your death, Is th'oure of her destruction; I haue sworne, And there's no fate can change me. Be thy selfe, Constant and vnremoued; so farewell. Two fiends like these were neuer spit from Hell. Goe Herod, happy King; nay Herod, goe, Vnhappy, cause so happy; happy King, Whilst th'art a King; vnhappy when no King: Hangs then mishap or hap vpon a King, or no King? Then Herod, be no King; Antipater be King: And what's a King? a God: and what are Gods, but Kings? Ioue, Prince of Gods, was petty King of paltry Creete; Men subiect are to Kings and Gods; but of the twaine, Their Gods than Kings commands, they rather disobay; Kings greater then; nay, better then, then Gods: Then but a King or God, naught with Antipater; And rather King then God; no God; a King, a King. When I complaine to Eccho but head-aking; it cries, a King: When I, in mirth, am musique making; it sounds, a King: Each sight, when I am waking; presents a King: When I my rest am taking; I see a King. Last night I saw, or seem'd to see; nay, sure I saw A Crown hang ore my head; & throgh the Crown a Sword: I saw, I sigh'd, I cryed, O when? O when? Fall Crowne; yea fall with Sword; fall both, so one may fall: But why dreame I of falling, that must rise; Nay runne, nay leape, nay flie vnto a Crowne? Gyants heape hills on hills, to scale high Heauen; I, heads on heads, to climbe a Kingdomes Skye: But oh, I am a Sonne; a Sunne, O happy name; A Sunne must shine alone, obscuring Moone, and Starres: I, but I am a Bastard; what of that? Men base by birth, in worth are seldome base; And Natures Out-casts, still are Fortunes Darlings: Bacchus, Apollo, Mercury; Bastards, yet brauest Gods: Then, why not I a God, a Demi-God, or Worthy? You Gods, you Demi-Gods, you Worthies then assist me; That, as our birth was like, our worth may beare like price: If they refuse; come Deuils, and befriend me; My breast lies open; come; come Furies and possesse it; Hatch heere some monstrous brood, worthy of you and me; Which all Posterities may know, but none beleeue; Whereat the Sunne may not goe backe, as once it did, At Atreus tyrannie; but fall and dye for euer: Wherat the Heau'ns may quake, Hell blush, & Nature tremble; And men (halfe mad) may stand amaz'd. So, so, it works, it works; My breast swels to a Mountaine; and I breed A Monster, past description; to whose birth, Come Furies, and bee Mid-wiues. Harke! O harke!