English drama -- Early modern and Elizabethan, 1500-1600; Greene, Robert, 1558-1592
_Enter_ RASNI, _with his_ Kings _and_ Lords _in sackcloth._
_K. of Cil._ Be not so overcome with grief, O king,
Lest you endanger life by sorrowing so.
_Rasni._ King of Cilicia, should I cease my grief,
Whereas my swarming sins afflict my soul?
Vain man, know this, my burden greater is
Than every private subject's in my land.
My life hath been a loadstar unto them,
To guide them in the labyrinth of blame:
Thus I have taught them for to do amiss;
Then must I weep, my friend, for their amiss.
The fall of Nineveh is wrought by me:
I have maintain'd this city in her shame;
I have contemn'd the warnings from above;
I have upholden incest, rape, and spoil;
'Tis I, that wrought the sin, must weep the sin.
O, had I tears like to the silver streams
That from the Alpine mountains sweetly stream,
Or had I sighs, the treasures of remorse,
As plentiful as Æolus hath blasts,
I then would tempt the heavens with my laments,
And pierce the throne of mercy by my sighs!
_K. of Cil._ Heavens are propitious unto faithful prayers.
_Rasni._ But after we repent, we must lament,
Lest that a worser mischief doth befall.
O, pray: perhaps the Lord will pity us.--
O God of truth, both merciful and just,
Behold, repentant men, with piteous eyes
We wail the life that we have led before:
O, pardon, Lord! O, pity Nineveh!
_All._ O, pardon, Lord! O, pity Nineveh!
_Rasni._ Let not the infants, dallying on the teat,
For fathers' sins in judgment be oppress'd!
_K. of Cil._ Let not the painful mothers big with child,
The innocents, be punish'd for our sin!
_Rasni._ O, pardon, Lord! O, pity Nineveh!
_All._ O, pardon, Lord! O, pity Nineveh!
_Rasni._ O Lord of heaven, the virgins weep to thee!
The covetous man sore sorry for his sin,
The prince and poor, all pray before thy throne;
And wilt thou, then, be wroth with Nineveh?
_K. of Cil._ Give truce to prayer, O king, and rest a space.
_Rasni._ Give truce to prayers, when times require no truce?
No, princes, no. Let all our subjects hie
Unto our temples, where, on humbled knees,
I will expect some mercy from above.
[_They all enter the temple._
SCENE III.--_Outside the City of Nineveh._
_Enter_ JONAS.
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
Reviews
Reviews
No reviews yet
Be the first to share your thoughts on this work.
Elsewhere in the archive
Join the Discussion
Join the discussion
Sign in to leave a comment or review.
Sign InorCreate an account