Massinger, Philip · published 1632 · first performed or written 1621 [1621-1622; prologue, 1629/30(?)] (Annals) tragicomedy · Queen Henrietta Maria's Men · Phoenix/Cockpit T2 Roman politics: senate, consuls and civi typicality 0.72 · 509 words
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Your grace hereafter May hear from me such strong assurances Of his unlimited desires to serve you, As will, I hope, drown in forgetfulness The memory of what's past. we shall take time To search the depth of't further, and proceed As our counsel shall direct us. we present you With the keys of the City, all lets are removed, Your way is smooth and easy, at your feet Your proudest enemy falls. we thank your valours A victory without blood is twice achieved, And the disposure of it to us tendered, The greatest honour, worthy captains thanks. My love extends itself to all Make way there. 'tis here determined (great examples armed With arguments produced to make it good) That neither tyrants, nor the wrested laws; The people's frantic rage, sad exile, want, Nor that which I endure, captivity, Can do a wise man any injury: Thus Seneca, when he wrote it, thought. But then Felicity courted him; his wealth exceeding A private man's happy in the embraces Of his chaste wife Paulina,; his house full Of children, clients, servants, flattering friends Soothing his lip-positions, and created Prince of the Senate, by the general voice, As his pupil news suffrage: then no doubt H held, and did believe this But no sooner The princes' frowns, and jealousies had thrown him Out of security's lap, and a centurion Had offered him what choice of death he pleased, But told him die he must: when straight the armour Of his so boasted fortitude, fell off Complaining of his frailty. Can it then Be censured womanish weakness in me, if Thus clogged with irons, and the period To close up all calamities, denied me, (Which was presented Senica) I wish I ne'er had being, at least, never knew What happiness was, or argue with heaven's justice? Tearing my locks, and in defiance throwing Dust in the air? or falling on the ground, thus With my nails, and teeth to dig a grave or rend The bowels of the earth, my stepmother, And not a natural parent? or thus practise To die, and as I were insensible, Believe I had no motion There he is: I'll not inquire by whom his ransom's paid I am satisfied that I have it: nor allege One reason to excuse his cruel usage, As you may interpret it, let it suffice It was my will to have it so, he is yours now, Dispose of him as you please howe'er I hate him, As one preferred before me, being a man, He does deserve my pity. Sir, he sleeps: Or is he dead? would he were a Saint in heaven; 'Tis is all the hurt I wish him. But was not Borne oh such happiness. No he breathes, come near, And if 't be possible, without his feeling Take off his irons so, now leave us private He does begin to stir, and as transported With a joyful dream, how he stares! and feels his legs, As yet uncertain, whether it can be True or fantastical.
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Your grace hereafter May heare from me such strong assurances Of his unlimitted desires to serve you, As will, I hope, drowne in forgetfulnesse The memory of what's past. Wee shall take time To search the depth of't further, and proceed As our counsell shall direct vs. Wee present you With the keyes of the Citty, all lets are remov'd, Your way is smooth and easie, at your feet Your proudest enemy falls. Wee thanke your valoures A victory without blood is twice atchiev'd, And the disposure of it to us tender'd, The greatest honor, worthy captains thanks. My love extends it selfe to all Make way there. Tis here determin'd (great examples arm'd Winh arguments produc'd to make it good) That neither tyrants, nor the wrested lawes; The peoples ranticke rage, sad exle, want, Nor that which I endure, captivity, Can doe a wise man any injury: Thus Seneca, when he wrot it, thought. But then Fecliity courted him; his wealth exceeding A private man's happy in the emraces Of his chaste wife Paulina,; his house ull Of childr, enclyents, servants, flattering friends Soothing his lip-positions, and created Prince of the Senate, by the generall voyce, As his pupill newes suffrage: then no doubt H held, and did believe this But no sooner The Princes frownes, and iealosies had throw'n him Out of securities lappe, and a centurion Had offr'd him what choyce of death he pleas'd, But told him dye he must: when straight the armour Of his so boasted fortitude, fel off Complaining of his frailtie. Can it then Be censur'd womanish weaknesse in mee, if Thus clog'd with yrons, and the period To close up all calamities, deni'd mee, (Which was presented Senica) I wish I ne'r had being, at least, never knew What happines was, or argue with heavens justice? Teaing my locks, and in defiance throwing Dust in the ayre? or falling on the ground, thus With my nayles, and teeth to digge a grave or rend The bowells of the earth, my stepmother, And not a naturall parent? or thus practise To dye, and as I were insensible, Believe I had no motion There he is: Ile not enquire by whom his ransome's pai'd I am satisfi'd that I have it: nor alleage One reason to excuse his cruell usage, As you may interpret it, let it sufice It was my will to have it so, he is yours now, Dispose of him as you please How e'r I hate him, As one preferr'd before me, being a man, He does deserve my pitty. Sir, he slepes: Or is he dead? would hee were a Saint in heaven; 'Tis is all the hurt I wish him. But was not Borne o such happinesse. No he breaths, come neer, Ad if ' be possile, without his feling Tke off his yrons so, now leave s privat He does begin to stir, and as transported With a joyfull dreame, how he stares! and feeles his leggs, As yet uncertaine, whether it can be True or phantasticall.