Massinger, Philip · published 1624 · first performed or written 1623 [licensed for stage, Dec 3] (Annals) tragicomedy · Lady Elizabeth's Men · Phoenix/Cockpit unassigned nearest T50 Fleets, armies and generals: war by sea · 528 words
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Guide her hither, And make her understand the slaves revolt. And with your utmost eloquence enlarge Their insolence, and Rapes done in the City, Forget not to, I am their chief, and tell her You strongly think my extreme dotage on her, As I am Marullo, caused this sudden uproar, To make way to enjoy her. Punctually I will discharge my part. O Sir, I sought you. You have missed the best sport. Hell, I think is broke loose, There's such variety of all disorders, As leaping, shooting, drinking, dancing, whoring Among the slaves; answered with crying, howling, By the Citizens and their wives: such a confusion, (In a word, not to tire you) as I think The like was never read of. I share in The pleasure, though I am absent. This is some Revenge for my disgrace. But Sir; I fear, If your authority restrain them not, They'll fire the City, or kill one another, They are so apt to outrage; neither know I Whether you wish it, and came therefore to Acquaint you with so much. I will among 'em, But must not long be absent. At your pleasure. They are at our gates, my heart! affrights & horrors Increase each minute: No way left to save us; No flattering hope to comfort us, or means By miracle to redeem us from base lust, And lawless rapine. Are there Gods, yet suffer Such innocent sweetness to be made the spoil Of brutish appetite? Or, since they decree To ruin Nature's masterpiece (of which they have not left one pattern) must they choose, To set their tyranny of, slaves to pollute The spring of chastity, and poison it With their most loathed embraces? and of those He that should offer up his life to guard it? Marullo, cursed Marullo, your own Bondman Purchased to serve you, and fed by your favours. Nay, start not; it is he, he the grand Captain Of these libidinous beasts, that have not left One cruel act undone, that Barbarous conquest, Yet ever practised in a captive City. He doting on your beauty, and to have fellows In his foul sin, hath raised these mutinous slaves, Who have begun the game by violent Rapes, Upon the Wives and Daughters of their Lords: And he to quench the fire of his base lust, By force comes to enjoy you: do not wring Your innocent hands, 'tis bootless; use the means That may preserve you. 'Tis no crime to break A vow, when you are forced to it; show your face, And with the majesty of commanding beauty, Strike dead his loose affections; if that fail, Give liberty to your tongue, and use entreaties, There cannot be a breast of flesh, and blood, Or heart so made of flint, but must receive Impression from your words; or eyes so stern, But from the clear reflection of your tears Must melt, and bear them company: will you not Do these good offices to yourself? poor I then, Can only weep your fortune; here he comes. He that advances A foot beyond this, comes upon my sword You have had your ways, disturb not mine.
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Guide her hither, And make her vnderstand the slaues reuolt. And with your vtmost eloquence enlarge Their insolence, and Rapes done in the Citie, Forget not to, I am their chiefe, and tell her You strongly thinke my extreame dotage on her, As I am Marullo, caus'd this sodaine vprore, To make way to enioy her. Punctually I will discharge my part. O Sir, I sought you. You haue mis'd the best sport. Hell, I thinke is broke loose, There's such varietie of all disorders, As leaping, shooting, drinking, dancing, whoring Among the slaues; answer'd with crying, howling, By the Citizens and their wiues: such a confusion, (In a word, not to tyre you) as I thinke The like was neuer reade of. I share in The pleasure, though I am absent. This is some Reuenge for my disgrace. But Sir; I feare, If your authority restraine them not, They'le fire the Citie, or kill one another, They are so apt to outrage; neither know I Whether you wish it, and came therefore to Acquaint you with so much. I will among 'em, But must not long be absent. At your pleasure. They are at our gates, my heart! affrights & horrors Increase each minute: No way left to saue vs; No flattering hope to comfort vs, or meanes By miracle to redeeme vs from base lust, And lawlesse rapine. Are there Gods, yet suffer Such innocent sweetnesse to be made the spoile Of brutish appetite? Or, since they decree To ruine Natures master-peece (of which they haue not left one patterne) must they choose, To set their tyrannie of, slaues to pollute The spring of chastitie, and poyson it With their most loath'd embraces? and of those He that should offer vp his life to guard it? Marullo, curs'd Marullo, your owne Bond-man Purchas'd to serue you, and fed by your fauours. Nay, start not; it is he, hee the grand Captaine Of these libidinous beasts, that haue not left One cruell act vndone, that Barbarous conquest, Yet euer practis'd in a captiue Citie. He doting on your beauty, and to haue fellowes In his foule sinne, hath rais'd these mutinous slaues, Who haue begun the game by violent Rapes, Vpon the Wiues and Daughters of their Lords: And he to quench the fire of his base lust, By force comes to enioy you: doe not wring Your innocent hands, 'tis bootlesse; vse the meanes That may preserue you. 'Tis no crime to breake A vow, when you are forc'd to it; shew your face, And with the maiestie of commanding beautie, Strike dead his loose affections; if that faile, Giue libertie to your tongue, and vse entreaties, There cannot be a breast of flesh, and bloud, Or heart so made of flint, but must receiue Impression from your words; or eies so sterne, But from the cleere reflection of your teares Must melt, and beare them company: will you not Doe these good offices to your selfe? poore I then, Can onely weepe your fortune; here he comes. He that aduances A foot beyond this, comes vpon my sword You haue had your wayes, disturbe not mine.