The Spanish Tragedie Containing the lamentable end of Don Horatio, and Bel-imperia : with the pittifull death of olde Hieronimo |
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Tis neither as you thinke, nor as you thinke,
Nor as you thinke: you'r wide all:
These slippers are not mine, they were my sonne Horatioes,
My sonne, and what's a sonne?
A thing begot within a paire of minutes, there about:
A lumpe bred vp in darkenesse, and doth serue
To ballace these light creatures we call Women:
And at nine moneths ende, creepes foorth to light.
What is there yet in a sonne?
To make a father dote, raue, or runne mad.
Being borne, it poutes, cryes, and breeds teeth.
What is there yet in a sonne? He must be fed,
Be thaught to goe, and speake I, or yet.
Why might not a man loue a Calfe as well?
Or melt in passion ore a frisking Kid,
As for a sonne, me thinkes a young Bacon,
Or a fine little smooth Horse-colt
Should mooue a man, as much as doth a sonne.
For one of these in very little time,
Will grow to some good vse, where as a sonne,
The more he growes in stature and in yeeres,
The more vnsquard, vnbeuelled he appeares,
Reccons his parents among the rancke of fooles,
Strikes care vpon their heads with his mad ryots.
Makes them looke olde, before they meet with age:
This is a sonne: And what a losse were this, considered truly.
O but my Horatio, grew out of reach of these
Insatiate humours: He loued his louing parents,
He was my comfort, and his mothers ioy,
The very arme that did holde vp our house,
Our hopes were stored vp in him.
None but a damned murderer could hate him:
He had not seene the backe of nineteene yeere,
When his strong arme vnhorst the proud Prince Balthazar,
And his great minde too full of Honour,
Well, heauen is heauen still,
And there is Nemesis and Furies,
And things called whippes,
And they sometimes doe meete with murderers,
They doe not alwayes scape, that's some comfort.
I, I, I, and then time steales on: and steales, and steales
Till violence leapes foroth like thunder
Wrapt in a ball of fire,
And so doth bring confusion to them all.
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