Gomersall, Robert · published 1628 · first performed or written 1628 [1622-1628] (Annals) tragedy T0 Court life: dukes, favour and honour typicality 0.70 · 480 words
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The people now have raved to quietness: But till that Landriano, whom you used About the last taxation, was become Their rages sacrifice, I durst have sworn The French were in the City. This sad hour (I'm sorry that you hear this truth from me) Your Duchess is departed. Whither villain? To that free Crown, where she shall fear no To Heaven. O envious heaven! why do you give Men such hard precepts of mortality, And take them hence before that they can learn? Must not she live, because she lived too well? Alas my wife! Alas my sister, o! Who dared that groan? good Cardinal, no more, I know not what I could deny to thee: Take to thee all for what the French so toil, But kindly leave my grief unto myself. Pardon, my Lord, ill Fortune's eloquence, Unless you hear you cannot cure your harms; The French, now entered Lombardy, sat down Before Valenza: where the mouth of Death, The thundering Canon being scarcely brought, But just presented to the yet sound wall, Discovered there was somewhat more unsound: For Rattagnino, the false Governor Entreats a Parley, gives away the strength, Swears the town French, and gives the key to them, With which they open Lombardy. My fact; None can be guilty of this crime, but I: That after Treason durst again trust treason. This very man, whose easy heart relents At a French death, and wisely is afraid His manners might be called in question, If he should put them off to sue again, To ask the second time, for what he held: Out of his zeal to virtue, and good luck, Did the like act for us, and gave a strength Which all our Duchy never could have forced. What more revolting yet? O my good Lord! I fear this is beyond Addition. O my blood fails me, but my tongue does more, Fearing the story that it must relate. Your Army being parted, and this half Caiazzo leading, that Sanseverin, My troops did fall among the French men's scouts. From whom we learned their numbers, and intent, To march with speed for Milan: this sad news We sent to Count Caiazzo, with advice, That he would instantly rejoin with us, To stop their further entrance: he pretends That the Venetians hemming in his camp Have made his danger greater: yet he moves, Makes to the river, and when now our thoughts Had left their wavering, and did seem assured His actions would be better than his words, I saw, O misery that ere I saw! That crossing o'er the Po he did embrace Those men which he in duty should have killed: (O 'tis this kills me, not my want of blood) I in just anger set upon the Rear, And after many vain attempts, have brought My carcase, to entreat for my revenge.
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The people now haue rau'd to quietneſſe: But till that Landrian, whom you vs'd About the laſt taxation, was become Their rages ſacrifice, I durſt haue ſworne The French were in the City. This ſad houre (I'me ſorry that you hear this truth from me) Your Ducheſſe is departed. VVhither villaine? To that free Crowne, where ſhee ſhall feare no To Heau'n. O enuious heau'n! why doe you giue Men ſuch hard precepts of mortality, And take them hence before that they can learne? Muſt not ſhe liue, becauſe ſhe liu'd too well? Alas my wife! Alas my ſiſter, ! VVho dar'd that groane? good Cardinall, no more, I know not what I could deny to thee: Take to thee all for what the French ſo toyle, But kindly leaue my griefe vnto my ſelfe. Pardon, my Lord, ill Fortunes eloquence, Vnleſſe you hre you cannot cure your harmes; The French, now enter'd Lombardy, ſat downe Before Valenza: where the mouth of Death, The thundring Canon being ſcarcely brought, But iuſt preſented to the yet ſound wall, Diſcouered there was ſomewhat more vnſound: For Rattagnino, the falſe Gouernour Entreats a Parly, giues away the ſtrength, Sweares the towne French, and iues the key to them, VVith which they open Lombardy. My fact; None can be guilty of this crime, but I: That after Treaſon durſt againe truſt treaſon. This very man, whoſe eaſie heart relents At a French death, and wiſely is afraid His manners might be call'd in queſtion, If he ſhould put them off to ſue againe, To aske the ſecond time, for what he held: Out of his zeale to vertue, and good lucke, Did the like act for vs, and gaue a ſtrength VVhich all our Duchy neuer could haue forc't. VVhat more reuolting yet? O my good Lord! I feare this is beyond Addition. O my blood failes me, but my tongue does more, Fearing the ſtory that it muſt relate. Your Army being parted, and this halfe Caiazzo leading, that Sanſeuerin, My troopes did fall among the French mens ſcouts. From whom we learn't their numbers, and intent, To march with ſpeed for Millan: this ſad newes VVe ſent to Count Caiazzo, with aduice, That he would inſtantly reioyne with vs, To ſtop their further entrance: hee pretends That the Venetians hemming in his campe Haue made his danger greater: yet he moues, Makes to the riuer, and when now our thoughts Had left their wau'ring, and did ſeeme aſſur'd His actions would be better then his words, I ſaw, O miſery that ere I ſaw! That croſſing o're the Po he did embrace Thoſe men which he in duty ſhould haue kill'd: (O tis this kils me, not my want of blood) I in iuſt anger ſet vpon the Reare, And after many vaine attempts, haue brought My carkaſſe, to intreat for my reuenge.