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 0.91 · 489 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T60: caesar, rome, emperor, empire, honour, lord, lucius, great, palsgrave, kings.
But thou dost, and it will damn thee. Say not so; I know this smoke will kindle, and my care Must now prevent my danger. Animis, Guard you my Sister safely: Hillus, cause Those bodies to be buried: you Niraleus, Shall make for Rome with all speed; thence, bring back That false, ingrateful, proud Antipater: Carry the matter close, but cunningly: For that poor Soul, bid our Physicians With all care to respect her; for 'tis she That only can accuse our enemies. Thus runs the wheels of State, now up, now down; And none that lives finds safety in a Crown. Once more, I must entreat you to bestow Much on Imagination; and to think, That now our Bastard hath attained the top And height of his Ambition: You have seen Augustus Crown him; all his great Requests Are summed and granted: therefore, now suppose He is come home in Triumph; all his Plots He holds as strong as Fate is, nothing fears; (So brave his mind enchants him) how at last, He falls to utter ruin; sit, and see: No man hath power to outwork Destiny. O Niraleus; so liberal was the royal breasted Caesar, As far exceeds all thought or just expression. When he established me Iudea's King, His bounty did so far extend itself, That even his Court appeared a Paradise; The People like so many Demi-Kings; Himself, the great Vicegerent o'er them all. Caesar is royal, and Antipater deserving. methinks (as in a Mirror) still I see Augustus dealing yellow Arabian gold Amongst the vulgar, in Antipater's name; So lovely were his looks, so Angel-like his words The very thought strikes me into a Rapture: O, I could laugh myself breathless in conceit, To think on those fair honours we received. Live to deserve ever. How now; what Motion-mongers are these? 'Sdeath, what mean they? Do they make me a Bachelor Cuckolded? But that I would know the intent, I could be very angry: but I'll not mind 'em. That's he was carried in triumph through Rome. Poor young man, thy Greatness must down. He scorned (being great) to look on Poverty; But now Poverty scorns Baseness: farewell. Your Greatness will have a cold welcome home. See how he looks. Pitifully pale. I doubt he'll run mad. Come, let's leave him. Ha, ha, ha. Has Nature stamped me with Deformity? Am I of late transformed? Am I the Owl So lately made, for Birds to wonder at? Is't so? I think I am myself; I have my Voice, My Legs, my Hands, my Head, Face, Eyes and Nose; I'm disproportioned no way that I know of: Then why do these Wood-cracks wonder at me? I could be naturally vexed, and have good cause for't: But I'll be patient, walk, observe: here comes a friend. My Lord;— You are undone. Ha, noble Animis; what, gone so soon? Noble Hillus. My Lord;— Your neck is broke.
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But thou dost, and it will damne thee. Say not so; I know this smoake vvill kindle, and my care Must now preuent my danger. Animis, Guard you my Sister safely: Hillus, cause Those bodies to be buried: you Niraleus, Shall make for Rome with all speed; thence, bring backe That false, ingratefull, proud Antipater: Carry the matter close, but cunningly: For that poore Soule, bid our Phisitians With all care to respect her; for tis she That onely can accuse our enemies. Thus runnes the wheeles of State, now vp, now downe; And none that liues findes safety in a Crowne. Once more, I must intreat you to bestow Much on Imagination; and to thinke, That now our Bastard hath attain'd the top And height of his Ambition: You haue seene Augustus Crowne him; all his great Requests Are summ'd and granted: therefore, now suppose He is come home in Triumph; all his Plots He holds as strong as Fate is, nothing feares; (So braue his minde inchants him) how at last, He falls to vtter ruine; sit, and see: No man hath power to out-worke Destinie. O Niraleus; so liberall was the royall brested Casar, As farre exceeds all thought or iust expression. When he establisht me Iudea's King, His bounty did so farre extend it selfe, That euen his Court appeard a Paradise; The People like so many Demi-Kings; Himselfe, the great Vice-gerent ore them all. Caesar is royall, and Antipater deseruing. Me thinks (as in a Mirror) still I see Augustus dealing yellow Arabian gold Amongst the vulgar, in Antipaters name; So louely were his lookes, so Angel-like his words The very thought strikes m into a Rapture: O, I could laugh my selfe breathlesse in conceit, To thinke on those faire honors we receiu'd. Liue to deserue euer. How now; what Motion-mongers are these? S'death, what meane they? Doe they make mee a Batchellor Cuckond? But that I would know the intent, I could be very angry: but Ile not minde 'em. That's he was carried in triumph through Rome. Poore Young-man, thy Greatnes must downe. He scornd (being great) to looke on Pouerty; But now Pouerty scornes Basenesse: farewell. Your Greatnesse will haue a cold welcome home. See how he lookes. Pittifully pale. I doubt hee'l runne mad. Come, let's leaue him. Ha, ha, ha. Has Nature stampt me with Deformity? Am I of late transform'd? Am I the Owle So lately made, for Birds to wonder at? Is't so? I thinke I am my selfe; I haue my Voyce, My Legs, my Hands, my Head, Face, Eyes and Nose; I'm disproportion'd no way that I know of: Then why doe these Wood-cracks wonder at me? I could be naturally vex't, and haue good cause for't: But Ile be patient, walke, obserue: here comes a friend. My Lord;—You are vndone. Ha, noble Animis; what, gone so soone? Noble Hillus. My Lord;—Your cke is broke.