Markham, Gervase / Sampson, William · published 1622 · first performed or written 1622 [c.1619-1622] (Annals) tragedy · Red Bull (Revels) Company (first) · Red Bull T60 Imperial Rome: rulers, favour and politi typicality 0.89 · 502 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T60: caesar, rome, emperor, empire, honour, lord, lucius, great, palsgrave, kings.
Timorous! Caesar, no: Were I to scale a Tower, or sack a Town, I'd do't; although the ruins fell like Quarries on me: Timorous! I ne'er feared Mankind; Caesar, know, Nor earth nor Hell hath aught that can affright me: I've buckled with proud Iulius thine Uncle, and was one That, by expulsion, beat him from bright Albion: And yet to kill a King, I'm timorous. Let that Slave have the weapon: Sirrah, kill That King, and have thy freedom: wilt thou do't? Yes, for my liberty, As soon as you can speak it: Shall I strike? Stay, what's thy Country? Rome, Rome; I was bred in one of those Colleges where Lechery and Murder are Pewmates: Come, will you give the word? Do not defer it Caesar, I have made peace with my Conscience long since. Why then strike. Yet Villain hold; art not amazed to do't? Amazed, why? To strike off these my shackles, such a blow I would give to my Father. But a worse Shall fall upon thy Carcase: bind that Slave, And throw him headlong down into the Sea; The earth's too much infected.— Herod, thus Mine arms gives thee thy freedom: take thy Crown; Wear it with safety; and but be to me Faithful; I'll love thee as did Anthony. Caesar is royal; and, by this, hath bound A faithful Servant to him. For that wretch, Give him his liberty; since thoust served Virtue, thou shalt serve Caesar; henceforth be Commander over a Legion: Those that know Goodness; by Goodness ever greater grow. Caesar's a God in all things. Lord how their poison swells them. Sure they'll burst, if this strong Colic hold them. Mother, withdraw; the Greek begins to scold. And why to scold, proud Madame? Nay, I want a tongue for your encounter. Yet this thing, Of which thou art derived, aught to know She owes me some obeisance; though she was Mother to him that wore the Crown, I am Mother to him that wears it. Tut, pride loves not to distinguish: goodly Lord, not so much as how do you forsooth; (every foolish Citizens salutation;) nor hail to the Sister of my Lord the King, (every court-coxcombs Congee;) nor save you sweet Lady, (Fools and physician's Orisons) How this shows. It shows that you are insolent. Insolent: hug it sweetly, 'tis your own; And every sin besides that's damnable: Come, you're despised Grecians; so profane, Ignoble and unholy, that our Tribes Are stained in your conjunctions; poor things, know, Your titular King, in whom your glories dwell, Is but a roy all murderer; yourselves, And his proud Bastard, bloody Substitutes: O, I could paint you bravely; for my grieves Have all your perfect colours. Come I could Make you run dog-like back, and from the ground Lick up the filth you uttered. Never sure; she'll leave it where she found it. Yes, and you Leave virtue where you found it; hark you Queen, You are unchaste, and most incontinent. Incontinent: with whom?
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Timerous! Caesar, no: Were I to scale a Tower, or sacke a Towne, I'de doo't; although the ruines fell like Quarries on me: Timerous! neare fear'd Mankinde; Caesar, know, Nor earth nor Hell hath ought that can affright me: I'ue buckled with proud Iulius thine Vncle, and was one That, by expulsion, beate him from bright Albion: And yet to kill a King, I'm timerous. Let that Slaue haue the weapon: Sirrah, kill That King, and haue thy freedome: wilt thou doo't? Yes, for my liberty, As soone as you can speake it: Shall I strike? Stay, what's thy Country? Rome, Rome; I was bred in one of those Colledges where Letchery and Murder are Pue-mates: Come, will you giue the word? Doe not deferre it Caesar, I haue made peace with my Conscience long since. Why then strike. Yet Villaine hold; art not amaz'd to doo't? Amaz'd, why? To strike off these my shackles, such a blow I would giue to my Father. But a worse Shall fall vpon thy Carcasse: binde that Slaue, And throw him headlong downe into the Sea; The earth's too much infected.—Herod, thus Mine armes giues thee thy freedome: take thy Crowne; Weare it with safety; and but be to mee Faithfull; Ile loue thee as did Anthony. Caesar is royall; and, by this, hath bound A faithfull Seruant to him. For that wretch, Giue him his liberty; since th'ast seru'd Vertue, thou shalt serue Caesar; henceforth be Commander ore a Legion: Those that know Goodnesse; by Goodnesse euer greater grow. Caesar's a God in all things. Lord how their poyson swels them. Sure they'l burst, if this strong Chollicke hold them. Mother, withdraw; the Greeke begins to scold. And why to scold, proud Madame? Nay, I want a tongue for your encounter. Yet this thing, Of which thou art deriued, ought to know Shee owes me some obeysance; though she was Mother to him that wore the Crowne, I am Mother to him that weares it. Tut, pride loues not to distinguish: goodly Lord, not so much as how doe you forsooth; (euery foolish Citizens salutation;) nor haile to the Sister of my Lord the King, (euery Court-Coxecombes Congee;) nor saue you sweet Lady, (Fooles and Physitians Orizons) How this shewes. It shewes that you are insolent. Insolent: hugge it sweetly, tis your owne; And euery sinne besides th's damnable: Come, y'are despised Grecians; so prophane, Ignoble and vnholy, that our Tribes Are staind in your coniunctions; poore things, know, Your titular King, in whom your glories dwell, Is but a roy all murderer; your selues, And his proud Bastard, bloody Substitutes: O, I could paint you brauely; for my grieues Haue all your perfect colours. Come I could Make you runndog-like backe, and from the ground Licke vp the filth you vtterd. Neuer sure; Sheele leaue it where she found it. Yes, and you Leaue vertue where you found it; harke you Queene, You are vnchaft, and most incontinent. Incontinent: with whom?