Massinger, Philip · published 1623 · first performed or written 1621 [1621-1623] (Annals) tragedy · King's Men · Blackfriars T0 Court life: dukes, favour and honour typicality 0.73 · 473 words
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Every day We look for a remove. For Lodowick Sforza The Duke of Milan, ay, on mine own knowledge, Can say thus much; He is too much a Soldier, Too confident of his own worth, too rich to; And understands too well, the Emperor hates him, To hope for composition. On my life, We need not fear his coming in. On mine, I do not wish it: I had rather that To show his valour, he'd put us to the trouble To fetch him in by the Ears. The Emperor. You make me wonder (Nay it is no council, You may partake it Gentlemen) who would have thought, That he that scorned our proffered amity, When he was sued to; should, ere he be summoned, (Whither persuaded to it by base fear, Or flattered by false hope, which, 'tis uncertain) First kneel for mercy? When your Majesty, Shall please to instruct us, who it is, we may Admire it with you. Who, but the Duke of Milan, The right Hand of the French: Of all that stand In our displeasure, whom necessity Compels to seek our favour, I would have sworn Sforza had been the last. And should be writ so, In the list of those you pardon. Would his City Had rather held us out a siege like Troy, Then by a feigned submission, he should cheat you Of a just revenge: Or us, of those fair glories We have sweat blood to purchase. With your honour You cannot hear him. The sack alone of Milan Will pay the Army. I am not so weak, To be wrought on as you fear; Nor ignorant, That Money is the sinew of the War; And what terms soever he seek peace, 'Tis in our power to grant it, or deny it. Yet for our glory, and to show him that We have brought him on his knees; It is resolved To hear him as a Suppliant. Bring him in; But let him see the effects of our just anger, In the Guard that you make for him. I am now Familiar with the issue (all plagues on it) He will appear in some dejected habit, His countenance suitable; And for his order, A Rope about his neck; Then kneel, and tell Old Stories, what a worthy thing it is To have power, and not to use it; Then ad to that A Tale of King Tigranes, and great Pompey, Who said (forsooth, and wisely) 'Twas more honour To make a King, then kill one: Which, applied To the Emperor, and himself, a Pardon's granted To him, an Enemy; and we his Servants, Condemned to beggary. Yonder he comes, But not as you expected. He looks, as if He would outface his dangers. I am cozened: A suitor in the devil's name. Hear him speak.
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Euerie day We looke for a remoue. For Lodowick Sforza The Duke of Millaine, I, on mine owne knowledge, Can say thus much; He is too much a Soldior, Too confident of his owne worth, too rich to; And vnderstands too well, the Emperor hates him, To hope for composition. On my life, We need not feere his comming in. On mine, I doe not wish it: I had rather that To shew his valor, he'd put vs to the trouble To fetch him in by the Eares. The Emperor. You make me wonder (Nay it is no councell, You may pertake it Gentlemen) who would haue thought, That he that scorn'd our proffer'd amitie, When he was sued to; should, ere he be summond, (Whither perswaded to it by base feare, Or flatter'd by false hope, which, 'tis vncertaine) First kneele for mercie? When your Maiestie, Shall please to instruct vs, who it is, we may Admire it with you. Who, but the Duke of Millaine, The right Hand of the French: Of all that stand In our displeasure, whom necessitie Compels to seeke our fauour, I would haue sworne Sforza had been the last. And should be writ so, In the list of those you pardon. Would his Citie Had rather held vs out a Seidge like Troy, Then by a fein'd submission, he should cheate you Of a iust reuenge: Or vs, of those faire glories We haue sweat blood to purchase. With your honour You cannot heare him. The sack alone of Millaine Will pay the Armie. I am not so weake, To be wrought on as you feare; Nor ignorant, That Money is the sinew of the Warre; And what termes soeuer he seeke peace, 'Tis in our power to grant it, or denie it. Yet for our glorie, and to shew him that We haue brought him on his knees; It is resolu'd To heare him as a Supplyant. Bring him in; But let him see the effects of our iust anger, In the Guard that you make for him. I am now Familiar with the issue (all plagues on it) He will appeare in some deiected habit, His countenance sutable; And for his order, A Rope about his neck; Then kneele, and tell Old Stories, what a worthy thing it is To haue power, and not to vse it; Then ad to that A Tale of King Tigranes, and great Pompey, Who said (forsooth, and wisely) 'Twas more honor To make a King, then kill one: Which, applyed To the Emperor, and himselfe, a Pardons granted To him, an Enemie; and we his Seruants, Condemn'd to beggerie. Yonder he cornes, But not as you expected. He lookes, as if He would out-face his dangers. I am cousen'd: A suitor in the Diuels name. Heare him speake.