A Discourse of Life and Death, by Mornay; and Antonius by Garnier — John Shaqi
A Discourse of Life and Death, by Mornay; and Antonius by GarnierMornay, Philippe de, seigneur du Plessis-Marly
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A Discourse of Life and Death, by Mornay; and Antonius by Garnier
Mornay, Philippe de, seigneur du Plessis-Marly
Antonius, Marcus, 83 B.C.?-30 B.C. -- Drama; Death -- Early works to 1800
_Cl._ What shame were that? ah Gods! what infamie!
With _Antonie_ in his good happs to share,
And ouerliue him dead: deeming enough
To shed some teares vpon a widdowe tombe?
The after-liuers iustly might report
That I him onlie for his empire lou’d,
And high estate: and that in hard estate
I for another did him lewdlie leaue?
Like to those birds wafted with wandring wings
From foraine lands in spring-time here arriue:
And liue with vs so long as Somers heate,
And their foode lasts, then seke another soile.
And as we see with ceaslesse fluttering
Flocking of seelly flies a brownish cloud
To vintag’d wine yet working in the tonne,
Not parting thence while they swete liquor taste:
After, as smoke, all vanish in the aire,
And of the swarme not one so much appeare.
_Eras._ By this sharp death what profit can you winne?
_Cl._ I neither gaine, nor profit seke therein.
_Er._ What praise shall you of after-ages gett?
_Cl._ Nor praise, nor glory in my cares are sett.
_Er._ What other end ought you respect, then this?
_Cl._ My only ende my onely dutie is.
_Er._ your dutie must vpon some good be founded.
_Cl._ On vertue it, the onlie good, is grounded.
_Er._ What is that _vertue_?
_Cl._ That which vs beseemes.
_Er._ Outrage our selues? who that beseeming deemes?
_Cl._ Finish I will my sorowes dieng thus.
_Er._ Minish you will your glories doing thus.
_Cl._ Good frends I praie you seeke not to reuoke
My fix’d intent of folowing _Antonie_.
I will die. I will die: must not his life,
His life and death by mine be folowed?
Meane while, deare sisters, liue: and while you liue,
Doe often honor to our loued Tombes.
Straw them with flowrs: and sometimes happelie
The tender thought of _Antonie_ your Lorde
And me poore soule to teares shall you inuite,
And our true loues your dolefull voice commend.
_Ch._ And thinke you Madame, we from you will part?
Thinke you alone to feele deaths ougly darte?
Thinke you to leaue vs? and that the same sunne
Shall see at once you dead, and vs aliue?
Weele die with you: and _Clotho_ pittilesse
Shall vs with you in hellish boate imbarque.
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