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
_Lu._ _Cæsar_, as heire vnto his Fathers state:
So will his Fathers goodnes imitate,
To you warde: whome he know’s allied in bloud,
Allied in mariage, ruling equallie
Th’ Empire with him, and with him making warre
Haue purg’d the earth of _Cæsars_ murtherers.
You into portions parted haue the world
Euen like coheir’s their heritages parte:
And now with one accord so many yeares
In quiet peace both haue your charges rul’d.
_Ant._ Bloud and alliance nothing do preuaile
To coole the thirst of hote ambitious breasts:
The sonne his Father hardly can endure,
Brother his brother, in one common Realme.
So feruent this desier to commaund:
Such iealousie it kindleth in our hearts._
Sooner will men permit another should
Loue her they loue, then weare the Crowne they weare.
_All lawes it breakes, turns all things vpside downe:
Amitie, kindred, nought so holie is
But it defiles. A monarchie to gaine
None cares which way, so he maie it obtaine.
_Lu._ Suppose he Monarch be and that this world
No more acknowledg sundrie Emperours.
That _Rome_ him onelie feare, and that he ioyne
The East with west, and both at once do rule:
Why should he not permitt you peaceablie
Discharg’d of charge and Empires dignitie,
Priuate to liue reading _Philosophie_,
In learned _Greece_, _Spaine_, _Asia_, anie lande?
_Ant._ Neuer will he his Empire thinke assur’de
While in this world _Marke Antonie_ shall liue._
Sleeples Suspicion, Pale distrust, colde feare
Alwaies to princes companie do beare
Bred of Reports: reports which night and day
Perpetuall guests from Court go not away.
_Lu._ He hath not slaine your brother _Lucius_,
Nor shortned hath the age of _Lepidus_,
Albeit both into his hands were falne,
And he with wrath against them both enflam’d.
Yet one, as Lord in quiet rest doth beare
The greatest sway in great _Iberia_.
The other with his gentle Prince retaines
Of highest Priest the sacred dignitie.
_Ant._ He feares not them, their feeble force he knowes.
_Lu._ He feares no vanquisht ouerfill’d with woes.
_Ant._ Fortune may chaunge againe,
_L._ A down-cast foe
Can hardlie rise, which once is brought so lowe.
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