Rowley, William · published 1633 · first performed or written 1619 [c.1619-1620(?)] (Annals) tragedy · Prince Charles's Men (first) · Phoenix/Cockpit unassigned nearest T59 Spanish courts: war, honour and courtshi · 473 words
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Best in my judgement, We wake him with the fight of his won honours: Call up the army, and let them present His prisoners to him, such a sight as that Will brook no sorrow near it. 'twas a good Doctor that prescribed that physic I'll be your patient Sir, show me my soldiers, And my new honours won, I will truly weigh them, With my full griefs, they may perhaps o'ercome. Why now there's hope of his recovery. Iacinta welcome, thou art my child still, No forced stain of lust can alienate Our consanguinity. Dear Father, Recollect your noble spirits, conquer grief, The manly way: you have brave foes subdued, Then let no female passions thus o'erwhelm you. Mistake me not, my child, I am not mad, Nor must be idle; for it were more fit, (If I could purchase more) I had more wit, To help in these designs, I am grown old: Yet I have found more strength within this arm, Then without proof I durst ha' boasted on. Roderick thou king of monsters couldst thou do this? And for thy lust confine me from the Court, There's reason in thy shame, thou shouldst not see me. Ha! they come Iacinta, they come, hark, hark, Now thou shalt see what cause I have given my king: Stand, pray stand all, deliver me my prisoners: So t well, wondrous well, I have no friends But these my enemies, yet welcome brave Moores, With you I'll parley; first I defy you all. How? I am a vowed for to your King, to Roderique. How Iulianus! Nay we fear you not, here's our whole army; Yet we are strong enough from fear or flight. Make us understand a reason Iulianus, If for disloyalty reason may be given Of this your language. Be you my judges whom I make my foes? Was my power placed above my mercy, or mercy Above my power? went they not hand in hand? Ever most nobly. Ever, ever. Why then should Roderique do this base deed? You do distract us Sir, beseech you name it. Behold this child of mine, this only mine, I had a daughter, be she is ravished now. Ravished? Yes, by Roderique, by lustful, tyrant, Roderique: O most abhorred deed? join with me noble Spaniards in Revenge. We will. Have I your hearts? Our lives shall seal it. Then Princely Mulymumen, here I free thee, And all thy valiant Moores: Wilt thou call back Thy scattered forces, and incorporate Their strengths with mine, and with me march through Spain, Sharpening thy sword with vengeance for my wrongs? Most willingly, to bind me father to thee, Plight me thy ravished daughter to my wife, And thou shalt see my indignation fly On wings of Thunder. O my second hell, A Christian's arms embrace an infidel!
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Best in my iudgement, We wake him with the fight of his won honours: Call up the army, and let them present His prisoner to him, such a sight as that Will brooke no sorrow neare it. Twas a good Doctor that prescrib'de that physick I'le be your patient Sir, shew me my souldiers, And my new honours won, I will truly weigh them, With my full griefes, they may perhap ocome. Why now theres hope of his recovery. Iacinta welcome, thou art my child still, No forced staine of lust can alienate Our consanguinitie. Deare Father, Recollect your noble spirits, conquer griefe, The manly way: you have brave foes subdued, Then let no female passions thus orewhelm you. Mistake me not, my childe, I am not mad, Nor must be idle; for it were more fit, (If I could purchase more) I had more wit, To helpe in these designes, I am growne old: Yet I have found more strength within this arme, Then without proofe I durst ha boasted on. Rodericke thou king of monsters couldst thou do this? And for thy lust confine me from the Court, There reason in thy shame, thou shouldst not see me. Ha! they come Iacinta, they come, hearke, hearke, Now thou shalt see what cause I have given my king: Stand, pray stand all, deliver me my prisoners: So well, wondrous well, I have no friends But these my enemies, yet welcome brave Moores, With you le parley; first I defle you all. How? I am a vowd for to your King, to Rodrique. How Iulia! Nay we feare you not, here's our whole army; Yet we are strong enough from feare or flight. Make us understand a reason Iulianus, If for disloyalty reason may be given Of this your language. you y Iudges whom I make my foes? Was my power plac't above my mercy, or mercy Above my power? went they not hand in hand? Ever most nobly. Ever, ever. Why then should Rodrique doe this base deed? You doe distract us Sir, beseech you name it. Behold this child of mine, this onely mine, I had a daughter, be she is ravisht now. Ravisht? Yes, by Rodrique, by , tyr, Rodrique: O most abhorrid deed? Ioyne with me noble Spaniard in Revenge. We will. Have I your hearts? Our ves sh eale it. Then Princey , here I free thee, And all thy valiant Moores: Wilt thou call back Thy scattered forces, and incorporate Their strengths with mine, nd with me march through Spaine, Sharpning thy sword with vengeance for my wrong? Most willingly, to nde me fer to thee, Plight me thy ravisht daughter to my wife, And thou shalt see my indignation fly On wings of Thunder. O my secon hell, A Christians armes embrace an infidell!