Davenant, William · published 1629 · first performed or written 1628 [1626-1629] (Annals) tragedy · Unacted unassigned nearest T53 The crown: kingship claimed, resigned an · 504 words
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Alas, you had enough of grief before. This addition will but show a tyranny In fate and me. It works with height, like new Mighty wine! as if 't would split the Cask. O perjured, black, adulterous King! affront My Father's Ghost? Disturb his Ashes in His tomb? When drunk with pride, he mocked me with The gaudy title of a Queen, and now I am become a stale for all his lust. Valdaura too! so pure of heart (forsooth) That she would blush to see her own hand, if naked: They are proscribed. Know, Hermegild, Our Country shall be free. This is a noble rage! Heaven knows how I Have grieved at your decay of soul. 'T was my Sad fear, that all the angry sparks, which were By justice kindled in your breast, had been Extinguished quite, now they grow up in flames. You now like Phoebus show, when he hath washed His face with Dew. Your influence doth infuse A noble heat, such as would motion give Unto aged Statues; make them pluck up Their Mossy feet, and walk. Thou giv'st my sense's pride! What in this great Business wilt thou do, t' encourage hope? I will mingle poison in my Ink, write With a raven's Quill! 't will be a fatal Scripture: and shall charm like to those wise jigs The Syrens sing. Some must direction bear T' our Pensioners, that in our Country rule The stern Edicts of Law: some to Martial Spirits, who with their able skill do lead Those Regiments, the King hath garrisoned I'th' bordering Towns. They shall revolt, my Queen, And seat thee in thy Father's Chair: they must Be drunk with the Elixir of my Gold. When first I chose thee out for this great work, I saw thee thorough a Perspective reversed; For thou didst seem much lesser than thou art. Kneel, and be happy!— Before The Genius of this place, and what is here Immortal, I vow to assist with my Most active skill, all thy designments 'gainst The King; and when my just hopes are finished, To be thy Wife. Such as do perjured prove, Lightning will surely clothe with subtle flames, And they shall burn like glimmering Tapers In dark hell: pale, and sickly as that fire The Ghost of Nero makes. This new ambition hath so exalted All my faculties, that I seem taller Kneeling, then when I stood. But here with strict Solemnity I vow to teach my Soul New ways of merit: to revenge with stern, And horrid wrath, the Kings proud tyranny. To make your Greatness absolute, and high, Or sink myself lower than a Plummet, In the Baltic Sea. Should I not this perform, The Stars would fall like Cinders on my head: And winds imprisoned in the Earth; break forth, In a wild ruin, and shake me into sand: Then blow me in your Eyes; where if in tears You drown me, I am entombed in Pearl: and then My obsequies requite my death.
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Alas, you had enough of griefe before. This addition will but ſhew a tyranny In fate and me. It works with hight, like new Mighty wine! as if 't would ſplit the Caske. O periur'd, black, adulterous King! affront My Fathers Ghoſt? Diſturbe his Aſhes in His tombe? Whē drunk with pride, he mock'd me with The gawdy title of a Queene, and now I am become a ſtale for all his luſt. Valdaura too! ſo pure of heart (forſooth) That ſhe would bluſh to ſee her own hand, if nak'd: They are proſcrib'd. Know, Hermegild, Our Country ſhall be free. This is a noble rage! Heauen knowes how I Haue grieu'd at your decay of ſoule. 'T was my Sad feare, that all the angry ſparkes, which were By Iuſtice kindled in your breſt, had been Extinguiſh'd quite, now they grow vp in flames. You now like Phoebus ſhew, when he hath waſh'd His face with Dew. Your influence doth infuſe A noble heate, ſuch as would motion giue Vnto aged Statues; make them pluck vp Their Moſſie feet, and walke. Thou giu'ſt my ſences pride! What in this great Buſineſſe wilt thou doe, t' incourage hope? I will mingle poyſon in my Inke, write VVith a Rauens Quill! 't will be a fatall Scripture: and ſhall charme like to thoſe wiſe Iigs The Syrens ſing. Some muſt direction beare T' our Penſioners, that in our Country rule The ſterne Edicts of Law: ſome to Martiall Spirits, who with their able skill doe leade Thoſe Regiments, the King hath gariſon'd I'th bordering Townes. They ſhall reuolt, my Queene, And ſeate thee in thy Fathers Chaire: they muſt Be drunke with the Elixir of my Gold. VVhen firſt I choſe thee out for this great work, I ſaw thee thorow a Perſpectiue reuerſs'd; For thou didſt ſeeme much leſſer then thou art. Kneele, and be happy!—Before The Genius of this place, and what is here Immortall, I vow to aſſiſt with my Moſt actiue skill, all thy deſignements 'gainſt The King; and when my iuſt hopes are finiſh'd, To be thy Wife. Such as doe periur'd prooue, Lightning will ſurely clothe with ſubtle flames, And they ſhall burne like glimmering Tapers In darke hell: pale, and ſickly as that fire The Ghoſt of Nero makes. This new ambition hath ſo exalted All my faculties, that I ſeeme taller Kneeling, then when I ſtood. But here with ſtrict Solemnitie I vow to teach my Soule New wayes of merit: to reuenge with ſterne, And horrid wrath, the Kings proud tyranny. To make your Greatneſſe abſolute, and high, Or ſinke my ſelfe lower then a Plummet, In the Baltick Sea. Should I not this performe, The Starres would fall like Cinders on my head: And winds impriſon'd in the Earth; breake forth, In a wilde ruine, and ſhake me into ſand: Then blow me in your Eyes; where if in teares You drowne me, I am intomb'd in Pearle: and then My obſequies requite my death.