Selected quad for the lemma: blood_n
Text snippets containing the quad
|
ID |
Title |
Author |
Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication) |
STC |
Words |
Pages |
|
A43309
|
The Jewes tragedy, or, Their fatal and final overthrow by Vespatian and Titus, his son agreeable to the authentick and famous history of Josephus / by William Hemings ...
|
Hemings, William, b. 1602?
|
1662
(1662)
|
Wing H1425; ESTC R23368
|
52,852
|
83
|
bad declare What our intentions whom and whence we were We answerd Mighty Caesar we were come To claim obedience to the Roman yoke The haughty King deny'd and stoutly stood In bold desiance Long was the dreadful sight and doubtful too Till at the length thy souldiers won the day And forc't their stubborn King in spight obey From thence great King we fteer'd to Britains shore Where we were entertain'd as was of old Our famous Iulius with a dreadful noise Of hiddeous outcries thieeks and yellings out To fright our Souldiers while themselves made good Their craggy Clifts with loss of Brittish blood Thrice were we beaten of and thrice again Recover'd footing yet still great King were forc'd To give them ground till thy Vespatian cry'd Fight fight on your honour lives and Casars side For mighty Casar fight Hadst thou but seen great King thy Captains then And Roman Lords come bleeding on again Repulse the Foe and bravely win the shore Maintain the On sent stillm tho still oppos'd Till Chariot waves were drown'd in Brittish blood There hadst thou seen their ranks with fury broke and them subjected to thy sole command This Mighty Caesar is the brief of all Since thy Commission made me General Nero. Blest he the gods Vespatian and be thou Blest in the favour of our gracious Brow And now again thrice welcom worthy Roman Thy valor shall be crown'd with full reward Of fair preferment worthy thy deserts We therefore here create thee General Of all Indea and the Holy Land O my Vespatian I can tell the stories Will spurte thee on in fury to revenge But nowi no more of that We will to triumph for our victories That done set ope the Gates of Ianus wide Exeunt omnes That bloody war may quel Judea's pride ACT. I. SCAEN II. Enter Lord JEHOCHANAN and Lord SKIMEON Skim IS the News certain that Agrippa's fled Iehoe Most certain and to Caesar for relief Skim Tush let the venom burst I dare the worst of fates extremity Death entertain'd with fear more terrifies The frighted soul then doth the fatal blow Let Pidgeon-liver'd slaves be tormented thus I 'le meet it smiling with as bold aspect As e're I met the braving enemy Iehoc. How full of hidden Ambiguities Grow these distracterd times The factious Commons giddy censure stand So strange and doubful that 't were policy indeed To sound 'um to the bottom Skim To be a crouching crawling fawning Cur To lick the lazy bands of prating Priests With protestations of integrity Devoted whole to them With true compuction of unfeigned grief Submissively to crave their gracious pardon To paw the ragged multitude with praise Of their ingenous care and servant love For preservation of the Common-wealth To promise fair rewards to froward fools Perhaps with durtie feet to mire with fawnings And then be beaten with the shameful staffe Of foul Reproach To do all this were to be born a fool To live a slave and dye a coward Death I will stand between the counterbuffs Of these devouring storms in spight of Hell Nor Priest nor Pesant shall inforce me stoop An inch to either as I have liv'd I 'le fall Or freed from both or rent up root and all Iehoc. Or banishment or death we must expect Hast thou not seen the ragged multitude Whose stupid brains are ftust with nothing else But their mechanick skill whose highest strain Of Cunning is to get some musty meat TO feed the hungry maw or ragged clothes TO cover nakednesse proclaim us bloody tyrants These are they Whose strange distractions guided by the voice Of two or three proclaim a traytors death Now save him strait and now nor save nor kill Nor yet release him such their frantick will Skim The doting Priests believe um too Death and the Devil woo'd it noâ— vex one's very soul TO be arraign'd by these In what a hodge podge of confusion Live Iewry now Must the rough sword of War Be guided by the rusty hand of Peace TO strike but when where and whom she please Must we whose noble actions have deserv'd Our place of Government by countermand Of babling Priests be taught our lessons how And when and where and what and why to do Have our unspotted same traduc't by men Of vulgar note by painted Butterflyes That buz the common rumours of the time And know not why Death I could burst with rage Iehoc. And I with laughter to behold the State And kingdom rul'd by a Mecanick pate Enter Lord Eleazer musted Skim See where 's the prologue to the bloody Scoente Iehoc. Lord Eleazer mufled Eleaz. Good morrow to you both Skim The like retor'd from both to Eleazer My Lord this outward guise of face and gesture May seen to speak some inward discontent Elea. Nay more then seems my friends for seems are show But mine is substance would it were not so Iehoc. We will be sharers then my Eleazer Eleaz. Nay must Iehochanan and deep ones too So deep I fear your patience will not bear it Skim It mus be deeper than destruction then What e're it be uâ—bosome it Eleaz. You are betray'd There 's strict inquirie made to apprehend ye The City Gates are barr'd and strait commands On pain of death that no man dare to stand In opposition Skim We did expect no less Elea. Occasions of importance call me hence Nor woo'd I be discovered in your company What the event will be I know not yet But fear your lives are aim'd at A fitter time shall give a fairer scope To my dicourse and counsel So sare ye well Exit Elea. Iehoc. Our love and thanks go with thee Skim How think'st thou now Iehochanan Stand'st thou amaz'd why didst not thou expect The fatal blow Ieho Skimeon I dids nor do I sear to know What I have heard the Message unto me Is but a tale twice told whose second part Was told by him the first by mine own heart Vnto a soul whose unprepared mind Dreams not of danger when afflictions come How terrible the yleok the sudden chance O're whelms the frame of Nature with distraction But to a man whose resolution stands Vnmov'd 'twixt floods of danger and despair Whose sturdy stomack beats the Billows off With Arms of constancy when every thought Proves traitor to the brest that gave it life To him no mischief fate can strive to do But boldly is embrac't and scorn'd at too And such am I. Skim I do embrace thee and with aqual courage Stand arm'd for all even'ts Enter Officers or apprehend them Officer By the High Priests sacred power and stict command We apprehend ye both as traytors to the State of Iewry Ieho We do obey Know'st thou where L Aeleazer is They deliver their weapons Offic. We met him even now hard by the Synagogue Skim Befriend us with a Messehger that may Intreat him come and speak with us we shall Reward you for your pains Offic. It shall be done my Lord. Exeunt Enter Eleazer
THE JEWES TRAGEDY OR Their Fatal and Final OVERTHROW BY VESPATIAN and TITUS his Son Agreeable To the Authentick and Famous History OF JOSEPHVS Never before Published By William Hemings Master of Arts of OXON LONDON Printed for Matthew Inman and are to be sold by Richard Gammon over-against Excester-House in the Strand 1662. THE ACTORS Nero Cesar Emperor of Rome Aprippa King of Jewry Vespatian Nero's Gen after Emp Titus Son to Vespatian Valerio A Roman Captain Nicanor A Roman Captain Ananias High Priest for Ierusalem Gorion Priest Joseph Son to Gorion and Captain of the Iews Eleazer Seditious Captains of the Jews Iehochanan Seditious Captains of the Jews Simeon Seditious Captains of the Jews Zareck A poor Iew Miriam A Iewish Lady Peter The Ladies man Prologus IUdicious friends our Author bids me say That he hath labour'd to adorn his Play With such Varieties as may befit The fair deportment of a sober wit Stories are strict and challenge from the Stage The true Dimensions of their former Age Where Fancy guides the Plot the Field is wide And freely grants what here will be deni'd What 's wanting to his will by this defect Your gentle Censures and more milde aspect Will fairly answer Grant him this and he Will study to deserve your Curtesie THE JEVVES TRAGEDY Act. I. Scene I. Sound Musicke and enter NERO Emperour of Rome Crown'd with a Lawrel Wreath and attended by Roman Lords he ascends his Chair by state NERO. MY Lords of Rome since first the auspicious eye Of Heaven look't singly on our bold attempts We ne'r incounter'd fortunes so advers Since first our Father Romulus ordain'd The Eternal Fire by vestal Nunns preserv'd And since Religious Numa did create Our Holy Sacrifices for the Gods We never had such signes prodigious Our Bulls for Offerings to the Gods of War Fall dead untoucht by hand of Holy Priest And such as wounded dye by sacred Knife Their Intralls spotted tell us all 's not well The God are sure displeas'd I. Lord. Our War my Soveraign can import no less The Perstans Grecians and the Galls revolts With ill success in Jewry these can tell Most mighty Cesar that all is not well Nero. Now by the Gods I swear That sturdy Nation shall repeat their pride Have we not sent Embassadors from Rome To treat them fair and to confirm our Truce Have we not sent a Bull for sacrifice And Sheep for offerings of a sacred Peace Even to the God himself whom they adore And in his Temple too What could we more Save what we did to give our Royal Word That never heneeforth Roman Prince Should rule the Nation but a Native born Even their own King Agrippa Hear'st thou not yet of his arrival 2. Lord. Our packets do inform us of his neer approach Each hour heis expected Nero. By heaven I thirst to know the certainty of their proceedings Nor can I chuse but wonder at the stay of our Vespatian I fear all not well with him my Lords Haste thee Hostilius to the sacted Priests Exit a massenger Bid them again go offer sacrifice I long to see some luckie signs appear Shout within Go know the reason of that shout Exit a Lord. The cheerful noyse should seem to speak of joy Lord. The King of Iewry is at hand my Lord. Enters agen Nero. Now by my life he 's welcom go forth meet him And conduct him to our presence Exit agen Lord. I shall my lord Nero. Now have we half our wish were but Vespatian here We had our full desire A Florish and enter King Agrippa two of of his Attendants go before him bearing his Crown between them with other follower those that bear the crown kneel before the Emperor K. Agrip. Thus lowe great Caesar to thy Majestie Bowes Inrges King to do thee fealtie Nero. And thus lowe Caesar steps to bid thee welcom Welcom Agrippa take from Caesars hand Thy sacred Diadem with sole command Hee puts the Crown upon him sets him by him Of thy rebellious Jews But tell K. Agrippa where are those Embassadors of mine which lately were Dispatch't with presents to thy Nation With sacred offrings and with flags of peace Embrac't with solemn joy and safely stowde Within our Temple thy Embassage done With due regards to Romes and Iewrits honor But loe the fury of a frantick mind The factious Commons in their heat of blood Have slain thy Roman Lords stoutly stand Rebellious Captains of our holy Land Nero. What! Agrip. T is true great Emperor nor was my self secure But forc't to flie for safety Nero. Is' t possible O ye gods Rises and goes down To what a wretched time am I reserv'd That this final handful dares affront me thus Where art thou Iulius at whose great command The utmost ends of Europe did obey Where worthy Alexander that didst swear to dwel Within the circuit of this little Earth Behold a wretched caltiff in your room Contend despis'd rebel'd against O ye gods what more Not able to maintain what you have won Lord. Most mighty Gafar Let not thy passion rob thee of thy right Let Caesar be himself and then hee l see Himself as great in pow'r greater in degrees of sovraignty Nero. Away thou fawning Cur upon my life thou Hatterst me Lord. My LOrd Nero. No more I say But laugh me to scorn behind my back And yet though I deserve it take heed thou dost it not Upon thy life take heed look too 't Agrip. Great Soveraign give Agrippa leave to speak Thou canst not Mighty Caesar now behold Thy self nor others with a judging eye Recall thy self from passion and be still As great in Powre as thou art great in Will Nero. Thou gav'st the wound Agrippa and hast heal'd it But yet the loss of my Embassadors was stranges ' t vvas vvonderous strange And wonderous daring too Daring to me to me I say t was daring Agrip. No more most mighty Caesar Nero. Well I have done pardon my hast Agrippa And you forget what I have said Nero. The News A shout within enter a messengers Mossen My gracious Lord Vespatian is arriv'd And Prays admittance to your royal presence Nero. Vesâ—â—â— come Thou bringsâ— us happy news Exit a messenger Conduct him hither strait we long to hear welcom nevvs He ascends his chair with King Agrippa Enter Vespatian with other Roman Lords Vesp All happiness attend imperious Caesar Peace from the Gods from Europe victory And from Vespatian duty to the King Nero. Welcom Vespatian the Gods are pleas'd indeed raises him Since with thy Victors brow we crowned stand Glad yet our ears more with a true and full relation Of thy successful voyage Vesp From vanquisht Persia mighty Caesar we Were by stresse of weather forc't to touch Vpon the Coasts of Spain there we renew'd Our weather beaten Barks with freth supply Of men and Amunition Thence we steor'd Our course for Gallia and the Britains shore The Gauls at our arrival