Gomersall, Robert · published 1628 · first performed or written 1628 [1622-1628] (Annals) tragedy unassigned nearest T2 Roman politics: senate, consuls and civi · 498 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T2: rome, caesar, senate, sulla, roman, consul, brutus, romans, men, marius.
Thus we learn Murder from thy Felony: But what should make me trust a confessed rogue? My villainy: my credit is my crime: Had not I stole, you had not understood. I must believe't: but dar'st thou poison well? Commit a crime, which thou mayst glory of? On whom dear Lady? Nay I care not whom. But I can give reward to a wise crime. My quick dispatch shall make you gladly know I understand, what you desire, and hide. Now should he poison Sforza. O fond hope! That mak'st us think all true that we desire. Should he betray us now? for what? that we Entreated him to kill, we knew not whom. By this expression thus much I have won: I may be made, but cannot be undone. FOrtune is merry, and the heaven disposed To play with me, I am turned Favourite. methinks my hairs ashamed of their white hue Should blush to youth: O how I could look big, Take Giant strides, dote on my lovely self, And talk as silly as any Lord. To see the prettiness of action, Of State-employment: Sforza's to be crowned, And I must win the popular suffrages. Good Heavens! was ever such a merry load Imposed on Man: some cry the times are ill, Others could wish them better, and a third Knows how to make all well, but tells not how, And, cause that he is silent, would be wise. But in conclusion I do find them ready (On supposition of no more expense, And that their voice is sued for, not their purse) To give a lusty acclamation. IO, Io, gladly sing, Till the Heaven with wonder ring. He is fled, let Milan say Once more, he is fled, the day Clears again, and makes us see A braver light of victory. Io, Io, &c. Yet he had before he fought (By the speedy war of thought) Conquered Italy, and so Has hastened his own overthrow. Io, Io, &c. Henceforth let them learn to live In the peace, that home doth give, Nor again so fondly rave, To travel for a foreign grave. Io, Io, &c. First we thank Heaven, by whose most gracious aid We have the means, and reason to thank you. Now we begin to lift up our faint heads, And entertain, though scarce believe a peace: Now Italy at length has lost her yoke, Which she was wont to give, but never bear, And therefore wondered at the strangeness more Than at the weight of't: in this noble act Sforza claims nothing but the happiness, Which he acknowledges received from you. Sforza's deserts exceed the height of praise. He has slaved Italy by freeing it. Milan must know him for her Romulus. We know ourself so underneath this praise, That could we but suspect untruth in you, we'd call all this but mockery. D'ye doubt? Make you a question of the name of it? Why call it as it is, plain flattery.
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Thus we learne Murther from thy Fellony: But what ſhould make me truſt a confeſt rogue? My villany: my credit is my crime: Had not I ſtole, you had not vnderſtood. I muſt beleeu't: but darſt thou poiſon well? Commit a crime, which thou maiſt glory of? On whom deare Lady? Nay I care not whom. But I can giue reward to a wiſe crime. My quicke diſpatch ſhall make you gladly know I vnderſtand, what you deſire, and hide. Now ſhould he poiſon Sforza. O fond hope! That mak'ſt vs thinke all true that we deſire. Should he betray vs now? for what? that we Intreated him to kill, we knew not whom. By this expreſſion thus much I haue wonne: I may be made, but cannot be vndone. FOrtune is merry, and the heau'n diſpos'd To play with me, I am turn'd Fauourite. Me thinkes my haires aſham'd of their white hue Should bluſh to youth: O how I could looke big, Take Gyant ſtrides, doat on my louely ſelfe, And talke as ſilly as any Lord. To ſee the prettineſſe of action, Of State-imployment: Sforza's to be crown'd, And I muſt winne the popular ſuffrages. Good Heau'ns! was euer ſuch a merry load Impos'd on Man: ſome cry the times are ill, Others could wiſh them better, and a third Knowes how to make all well, but tels not how, And, cauſe that he is ſilent, would be wiſe. But in concluſion I doe finde them ready (On ſuppoſition of no more expence, And that their voice is ſu'd for, not their purſe) To giue a luſty acclamation. IO, Io, gladly ſing, Till the Heau'n with wonder ring. He is fled, let Millan ſay Once more, he is fled, the day Cleares againe, and makes vs ſee A brauer light of victory. Io, Io, &c. Yet he had before he fought (By the ſpeedy warre of thought) Conquer'd Italy, and ſo Has haſten'd his owne ouerthrow. Io, Io, &c. Henceforth let them learne to liue In the peace, that home doth giue, Nor againe ſo fondly raue, To trauell for a forren graue. Io, Io, &c. Firſt we thanke Heau'n, by whoſe moſt gracious ayd We haue the meanes, and reaſon to thanke you. Now we beginne to lift vp our faint heads, And entertaine, though ſcarce beleeue a peace: Now Italy at length has loſt her yoake, Which ſhe was wont to giue, but neuer beare, And therefore wondred at the ſtrangeneſſe more Then at the weight of't: in this noble act Sforza claimes nothing but the happineſſe, Which he acknowledges receiu'd from you. Sforza's deſerts exceed the height of praiſe. He has ſlau'd Italy by freeing it. Millan muſt know him for her Romulus. We know our ſelfe ſo vnderneath this praiſe, That could we but ſuſpect vntruth in you, Wee'd call all this but mockery. D'yee doubt? Make you a queſtion of the name of it? Why call it as it is, plaine flattery.