Massinger, Philip · published 1624 · first performed or written 1623 [licensed for stage, Dec 3] (Annals) tragicomedy · Lady Elizabeth's Men · Phoenix/Cockpit unassigned nearest T36 Hell, Furies and the language of punishm · 508 words
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But we shall want A woman. No, here's Iane of Apes shall serve; Carry your body swimming: where's the Music? I have placed it in yond Window. Begin then sprightly. Well done on all sides. I have prepared a Banquet; Let's drink, and cool us. A good motion, Wait here, You have been tired with feasting, learn to fast now. I'll have an Apple for Jack, and may be some scraps May fall to your share Whom can we accuse But ourselves for what we suffer? thou art just Thou all-creating power. And misery Instructs me now, that yesterday acknowledged, No Deity beyond my lust and pride. There is a heaven above us, that looks down With the eyes of justice, upon such as number Those blessings freely given, in the account Of their poor merits: Else it could not be Now miserable I, to please whose palate The Elements were ransacked, yet complained Of Nature, as not liberal enough In her provision of rarities To soothe my taste, and pamper my proud flesh: Now wish in vain for bread: Yes, I do wish too, For what I fed my dogs with. I that forgot I was made of flesh and blood, and thought the silk Spun by the diligent worm, out of their entrails, Too course to clothe me; and the softest Down Too hard to sleep on; that disdained to look On virtue being in rags; that stopped my nose At those that did not use adulterate arts To better nature; that from those, that served me, Expected adoration, am made justly The scorn of my own Bondwoman. I am punished, For seeking to Cuckold mine own natural Father. Had I been gelded then, or used myself Like a man: I had not been transformed, and forced To play an o'ergrown Ape. I know I cannot Last long, that's all my comfort: come, I forgive both, It is in vain to be angry, let us therefore Lament together like friends. What a true mirror Were this sad spectacle for secure greatness! Here they that never see themselves, but in The Glass of servile flattery, might behold The weak foundation upon which they build, That trust in humane frailty. Happy are those, That knowing in their births, they are subject to Uncertain change, are still prepared, and armed For either fortune: A rare principle, And with much labour, learned in wisdom's school! For as these Bondmen by their actions show, That their prosperity, like too too large a Sail For their small bark of judgement; sinks them with A foreright gale of liberty, ere they reach The Port they long to touch at: So these wretches Swollen with the false opinion of their worth, And proud of blessings left them, not acquired, That did believe they could with giant-arms Fathom the earth, and were above their fates. Those borrowed helps that did support them, vanished: Fall of themselves, and by unmanly suffering, Betray their proper weakness, and make known Their boasted greatness was lent, not their own.
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But we shall want A woman. No, here's Iane of Apes shall serue; Carry your body swimming: where's the Musicke? I haue plac'd it in yon Window. Begin then sprightly. Well done on all sides. I haue prepar'd a Banquet; Let's drinke, and coole vs. A good motion, Wait heere, You haue beene tyr'd with feasting, learne to fast now. Ile haue an Apple for Iacke, and may be some scrapps May fall to your share Whom can we accuse But our selues for what we suffer? thou art iust Thou all-creating power. And miserie Instructs me now, that yesterday acknowledg'd, No Deitie beyond my lust and pride. There is a heauen aboue vs, that lookes downe With the eyes of Iustice, vpon such as number Those blessings freely giuen, in the accompt Of their poore merits: Else it could not be Now miserable I, to please whose pallat The Elements were ransack'd, yet complain'd Of Nature, as not liberall enough In her prouision of rarities To soothe my taste, and pamper my proud flesh: Now wish in vaine for bread: Yes, I doe wishe too, For what I fed my dogges with. I that forgot I was made of flesh and blood, and thought the silke Spunne by the diligent worme, out of their intrals, Too course to cloathe mee; and the softest Downe Too hard to sleepe on; that disdain'd to looke On vertue being in ragges; that stop'd my nose At those that did not vse adulterate arts To better nature; that from those, that seru'd me, Expected adoration, am made iustly The scorne of my owne Bond-woman. I am punish'd, For seeking to Cuckold mine owne naturall Father. Had I beene gelded then, or vs'd my selfe Like a man: I had not beene transform'd, and forc'd To play an ore-growne Ape. I know I cannot Last long, that's all my comfort: come, I forgiue both, It is in vaine to be angry, let vs therefore Lament together like friends. What a true mirror Were this sad spectacle for secure greatnesse! Heere they that neuer see themselues, but in The Glasse of seruile flattery, might behold The weake foundation vpon which they build, That trust in humane frailtie. Happie are those, That knowing in their births, they are subiect to Vncertaine change, are still prepar'd, and arm'd For either fortune: A rare principle, And with much labour, learn'd in wisdomes schoole! For as these Bond-men by their actions shew, That their prosperitie, like too too large a Sayle For their small barke of iudgement; sinkes them with A fore-right gale of libertie, e're they reach The Port they long to touch at: So these wretches Swolne with the false opinion of their worth, And proud of blessings left them, not acquir'd, That did beleeue they could with Gyant-armes Fathome the earth, and were aboue their fates. Those borrow'd helpes that did support them, vanish'd: Fall of themselues, and by vnmanly suffring, Betray their proper weaknesse, and make knowne Their boasted greatnesse was lent, not their owne.