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 · 498 words
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O my Lord. Away; reply, and I will kill thee. Do not offend him further; vanish Sir. To Arms my Lord, to Arms: your Princely Sons, Attended by the people, stand between The Town of Bethlem and Ierusalem; Their Ensigns spread, their Bows bent, and their Swords Waving like wings of Eagles: Sir, they vow Revenge for their Mother's death. On whom? On you, the City; but especially, Upon the Prince Antipater. No more, theyare angry surges, which with one poor blast, I'll make fall to the Centre; troubled thoughts, Rest till this storm be over: happy man, I'll make thee tread upon them; this day shall Be thy Coronation; but their Funeral. 'twas a brave Lesson that Aegisthus taught, And Clytaemnestra writ religiously: Sin safest way to sin; None or alone; both excellent, Yet Herod lives unwronged and unremoved. The Sons of Oedipus, in life, nor after death, Agreed but once; which was, t'imprison Oedipus; An act of no small wonder: O, but Boys, I'll mount a world above you; t'imprison, is Still to have danger near me: tut, 'tis death, Death that my aims do shoot at: I'll invent What none shall alter: fie, 'tis nothing worth, By Worth, by Birth, by Choice, by Chance to be a King; But so to climb I choose, as all may fear and wonder; Fear to attempt the like, and wonder how I wrought it; Cursed be he (in this case) that craves his Father's blessing; My Throne must be my Father's Monument; My Reign built on his ruin: but how? how? witless, how? Ask how, and seek a Crown? By Poison; no, by Sword; Sword; no, by Subtlety: O Hell awake, awake; And once for all instruct me. O resolute Iugurth; what afford'st thou me? Non mordent mortui; Dead men do not bite: True, noble Bastard: Iugurth, in thy light Thy Brothers dwelled; O Iugurth, so do mine: Thou kill'dst them Iugurth; Iugurth, so must I. Thus sing we several Descant on one plainsong, Kill: four parts in one, the Mean excluded quite: The Base sings deeply, Kill; the Counter-tenor, Kill; The Tenor, Kill, Kill; the Treble, Kill, Kill, Kill: In Diapason Kill is the Unison, seven times redoubled; And so oft must I kill: as, first the King, (His Wife is passed) two Sons, two Brethren, and a Sister; And think not but I can: can; nay, but I will: I am no puny in these Documents: The Tiger, tasting blood; finds it to sweet to leave it: The Hawk, once made to prey, takes all delight in preying; The Virgin, once deflowered, thinks pleasure to grow common; And can I then stop in a middle way? Close fountains, rivers dry; pluck up the roots bows perish; Banish the Sun, the Moon and Star do vanish: And, were it to obscure the world, and spoil Both Man and Beast, Nature, and every thing; Yet would I do't; and why? I must, and will be King. Kingly Antipater.
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O my Lord. Away; reply, and I will kill thee. Do not offend him further; vanish Sir. To Armes my Lord, to Armes: your Princely Sonnes, Attended by the people, stand betweene The Towne of Bethlem and Ierusalem; Their Ensignes spread, their Bowes bent, and their Swords Wauing like wings of Eagles: Sir, they vow Reuenge for their Mothers death. On whom? On you, the Citty; but especially, Vpon the Prince Antipater. No more, Th'are angry surges, which with one poore blast, Ile make all to the Center; troubled thoughts, Rest till this storme be ouer: happy man, Ile make thee tread vpon them; this day shall Be thy Coronation; but their Funerall. Twas a braue Lesson that Egystus taught, And Clitemnestra writ religiously: Sinne safest way to sinne; None or alone; both excellent, Yet Herod liues vnwrong'd and vnremou'd. The Sonnes of Oedipus, in life, nor after death, Agreed but once; which was, t'imprison Oedipus; An act of no small wonder: O, but Boyes, Ile mount a world aboue you; t'imprison, is Still to haue danger neere me: tut, tis death, Death that my aymes doe shoote at: Ile inuent What none shall alter: fie, tis nothing worth, By Worth, by Birth, by Choyce, by Chance to bee a King; But so to climbe I choose, as all may feare and wonder; Feare to attempt the like, and wonder how I wrought it; Curst be he (in this case) that craues his Fathers blessing; My Throane must be my Fathers Monument; My Raigne built on his ruine: but how? how? witlesse, how? Aske how, and seeke a Crowne? By Poyson; no, by Sword; Sword; no, by Subtilty: O Hell awake, awake; And once for all instruct me. O resolute Iugurth; what afford'st thou me? Non mordent mortui; Dead men doe not bite: True, noble Bastard: Iugurth, in thy light Thy Brothers dwelt; O Iugurth, so doe mine: Thou kild'st them Iugurth; Iugurth, so must I. Thus sing we seuerall Descant on one plain-song, Kill: Foure parts in one, the Meane excluded quite: The Base sings deepely, Kill; the Counter-nor, Kill; The Tenor, Kill, Kill; the Treble, Kill, Kill, Kill: In Diapason Kill is the Vnison, sauen times redoubled; And so oft must I kill: as, first the King, (His Wife is past) two Sonnes, two Brethren, and a Sister; And thinke not but I can: can; nay, but I will: I am no puny in these Documents: The Tyger, tasting blood; finds it to sweet to leaue it: The Hauke, once made to pre, takes all delight in preying; The Virgin, once deflour'd, thinks pleasure to grow cōmon; And can I then stop in a middle way? Clze fouains, riuers dry; pluck vp the rots bowes perish; Banish the Sunne, the Moone and Starre doe vanish: And, were it to obscure the world, and spyle Both Man and Beast, Nature, and euery thing; Yet would I doo't; and why? I must, and will be King. Kingly Antipater.