Massinger, Philip · published 1632 · first performed or written 1631 [licensed for stage, Mar 11] (Annals) tragicomedy · King's Men · Blackfriars unassigned nearest T25 Kings, power and law: political sententi · 493 words
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Your command Shall be obeyed, till now I never heard you Speak like yourself; and may that power by which You are so, strike me dead, if what I shall Deliver, as a faithful subject to you, Hath root, or growth from malice, or base envy Of your sister's greatness; I could honour in her A power subordinate to yours, but not As 'tis predominant. It it fit that she, In her birth your vassal, should command the knees Of such as should not bow but to yourself? she with security walks upon the heads Of the nobility, the multitude As to a Deity offering sacrifice, For her grace, and favour. Her proud feet even wearied With the kisses of petitioners. While you, To whom alone such reverence is proper, Pass unregarded by her, You have not yet been Master of one hour of your whole life, Your will and faculties kept in more awe, Than she can do her own And as a bondman, O let my zeal find grace, and pardon from you, That I descend so low, you are designed To this or that employment, suiting well A private man I grant, but not a Prince, To be a perfect horseman, or to know The words of the chase, or a fair man of arms, Or to be able to pierce to the depth, Or write a comment on th' obscurest Poets, I grant are ornaments, but your main scope Should be to govern men to guard your own, If not enlarge your empire. You are built up By the curious hand of nature to revive The memory of Alexander, or by A prosperous success in your brave actions To rival Caesar. Rouse yourself, and let not Your pleasure be a copy of her will Your pupil age is passed, and manly actions Are now expected from you. Do not lose Your subjects' hearts, What is't to have the means To be magnificent, and not exercise The boundless virtue? You confine yourself To that which strict Philosophy allows of, As if you were a private man. No pomp, Or glorious shows of royalty, rendering it Both loved, and terrible. 'Slight you live, as it Begets some doubt, whether you have or not Th'abilities of a man. The Firmament Hath not more stars than there are several beauties Ambitious at the height to impart their dear, And sweetest favours to you. Yet you have not Made choice of one, of all the sex, to serve you, In a Physical way of courtship. But that I would not Begin the expression of my being a man, In blood, or stain the first white robe I wear Of absolute power, with a servile imitation Of any tyrannous habit, my just anger Prompts me to make you in your sufferings feel, And not in words to instruct you, that the licence Of the loose, and saucy language you now practised, Hath forfeited your heads.
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Your command Shall be obeyd, till now I neuer heard you Speak like your selfe; and may that power by which You are so, strike me dead, if what I shall Deliuer, as a faithfull subiect to you, Hath root, or growth from malice, or base enuy Of your Sisters greatnesse; I could honor in her A power subordinate to yours, but not As 'tis predominant. It it fit that she, In her birth your vassall, should command the knes Of such as should not bow but to your selfe? Shee with security walkes vpon the heads Of the nobility, the multitude As to a Deitie offrng sacrifice, For her grace, and fauour. Her proude fete euen wearied With the kisses of petitioners. While you, To whom alone such reuerence is proper, Passe vnregarded by her, You haue not yet Bene Master of one houre of your whole life, Your will and aculties kept in more awe, Then shee can doe er owne And as a bondman, O let my zeale finde grace, and pardon from you, That I descende so low, you are designed To this or that imployment, suiting well A priuate man I grant, but not a Prince, To bee a perfit horseman, or to know The words of the chace, or a faire man of armes, Or to bee able to pierce to the depth, Or write a comment on th' obscurest Poets, I grant are ornaments, but your maine scope Should bee to gouerne men to guarde your owne, If not enlarge your empire. You are built vp By the curious hand of nature to reuiue The memoie of Alexander, or by A prosperous successe in your braue actions To riuall Caesar. Rouze your selfe, and let not Your pleasure bee a copye of her will Your pupill age is pass'd, and manly actions Are now expected from you Doe not loose Your subiects heartes, What is't to haue the meanes To bee magnificent, and not exercise The boundlesse vertue? You confine your sele To that which strict Philosophie allowes of, As if you were a priuate man. No pompe, Or glorious showes of royaltie, rendring it Both lou'd, and terrible. 'Slight you liue, as it Begets some doubt, whether you haue or not Th'abilities of a man. The Firmament Hath not more starres then there are seuerall beautie Ambitious at the height to impart their deare, And sweetest fauours to you. Yet you haue not Made choice of one, of all the ex, to serue you, In a Physicall way of courtshippe. But that I would not Beginne the expression of my being a man, In blood, or staine the first white robe I weare Of absolute power, with a srile imitation Of any tyrannous habit, my iust anger Prompts mee to make you in your suffrings feele, And not in words to instruct you, that the licence Of the loose, and saucie language you now practised, Hath forfeited your heades.