Anonymous · published 1624 · first performed or written 1619 (Annals) tragedy · Unknown unassigned nearest T38 Death, parting and grief at court · 504 words
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O pardon Sir, though death affrights a woman; Whose pleasures, though you timely here divine, The pains we know, and see, The pain is life's, death rids that pain away, Come boldly, there's no danger in this ford, Children pass through it: If it be a pain, You have this comfort, that you passed it are. Yet all as well as I, are loath to die. Judge them by deed, you see them do't apace ay, but 'tis loathly, and against their wills. Yet, know you not that any being dead, Repented them, and would have lived again, They then there errors saw, and foolish prayers, But you are blinded in the love of life, Death is but sweet to them that do approach it To me as one that taken with Delphic rage, When the divining God his breast doth fill, He sees what others cannot standing by, It seems a beauteous, and a pleasant thing; Where is my death's Physician? Here my Lord. Art ready? I my Lord. And I for thee: Nero, my end shall mock thy tyranny. ENough is wept, Poppaea, for thy death, Enough is bled, so many tears of others Wailing their losses have wiped mine away Who in the common funeral of the world Can mourn on death? Besides, your Majesty this benefit In their deserved punishment shall reap From all attempts hereafter to be freed, Conspiracy is now for ever dashed, Tumult suppressed, rebellion out of heart; In Piso's death, danger itself did die. Piso that thought to climb by bowing down, By giving a way to thrive, and raising others To become great himself, hath now by death Given quiet to your thoughts, and fear to theirs That shall from treason their advancement plot; Those dangerous heads, that his ambition leaned on, And they by it crept up, and from their meanness Thought in this stir to rise aloft, are off: Now peace, and safety wait upon your throne; Security hath walled your seat about, There is no place for fear left. Why, I never feared them. That was your fault. Your Majesty must give us leave to blame Your dangerous courage, and that noble soul Too prodigal of itself. A PRINCE's mind knows neither fear, nor hope, The beams of royal Majesty are such, As all eyes are with it amazed, and weakened, But it with nothing; I at first contemned Their weak devices, and faint enterprise: Why, thought they against him to have prevailed, Whose childhood was from Messalinas spite By Dragons, (that the earth gave up) preserved, Such guard my cradle had; for fate had then Pointed me out, to be what now I am. Should all the Legions, and the provinces In one united, against me conspire: I could disperse them with one angry eye. My brow's an host of men; Come Tigellinus, Let turn this bloody banquet, Piso meant us, Unto a merry feast, we'll drink and challenge Fortune; whose's that Neophilus? A Currier from beyond the Alps my Lord.
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O pardon Sir, though death affrights a woman; Whoſe pleaſures, though you timely here diuine, The paines we know, and ſee, The paine is lifes, death rids that paine away, Come boldly, there's no danger in this foord, Children paſſe through it: If it be a paine, You haue this comfort, that you paſt it are. Yt all as wll as I, are loath to die. Iudge them by deed, you ſee them doe't apace I, but tis loathly, and againſt their wils. Yet, know you not that any being dead, Repened them, and would haue liu'd againe, They then there errors ſaw, and fooliſh prayers, But you are blinded in the loue of life, Death is but ſweet to them that doe approach it To me as one that takn with Delphick rage, When the diuining God his breaſt doth fill, He ſees what others cannot ſtanding by, It ſeemes a beauteous, and a pleaſant thing; Where is my deaths Phiſitian? Here my Lord. Art ready? I my Lord. And I for thee: Nero, my end ſhall mocke thy tyranny. ENough is wept, Poppaea, for thy death, Enough is bled, ſo many teares of others Wailing their loſſes haue wipt mine away Who in the common funerall of the world Can mourne on death? Beſides, your Maieſtie this benefit In their diſerued puniſhment ſhall reape From all attempts hereafter to be freed, Conſpiracy is now for euer daſht, Tumult ſuppreſt, rebellion out of heart; In Piſoes death, danger it ſelfe did die. Piſo that thought to climbe by bowing downe, By giuing a way to thriue, and raiſing others To become great himſelfe, hath now by death Giuen quiet to your thoughts, and feare to theirs That ſhall from treaſon their aduancement plot; Thoſe dangerous heads, that his ambition leand on, And they by it crept vp, and from their meanneſſe Thought in this ſtirre to riſe aloft, are off: Now peace, and ſafetie waite vpon your throne; Securitie hath wall'd your ſeat about, There is no place for feare left. Why, I neuer feard them. That was your fault. Your Maieſtie muſt giue vs leaue to blame Your dangerous courage, and that noble ſoule Too prodigall of it ſelfe. A Princes mind knowes neither feare, nor hope, The beames of royall Maieſtie are ſuch, As all eyes are with it amaz'd, and weakened, But it with nothing; I at firſt contemn'd Their weake deuiſes, and faint enterpriſe: Why, thought they againſt him to haue preuail'd, Whoſe childhood was from Meſſalinas ſpight By Dragons, (that the earth gaue vp) preſeru'd, Such guard my cradle had; for fate had then Pointed me out, to be what now I am. Should all the Legions, and the prouinces In one vnited, againſt me conſpire: I could diſperce them withone angry eye. My brow's an hoſt of men; Come Tigellinus, Let turne this bloody banquet, Piſo meant vs, Vnto a merry feaſt, weele drinke and challenge Fortune; whoſe that Neophilus? A Currier from beyond the Alpes my Lord.