Marciano ; or, The Discovery A Tragi-Comedy |
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 | Marciano ; or, The Discovery |  |
Scæna Tertia.
Enter Marciano solus.
O
Florence! don't insult at this dayes success,
This unnatural victory over thy lawfull Prince
Will quickly make thee sensible of unnatural
And intolerable Tyranny: that Ichneumon,
Who now tickles thee in all thy desires
Will stop thy breath at length, whilst thy good Prince,
Whom thou can blame for nothing but misfortune,
Shall yet be more unfortunate in seeing
Thee too unfortunate.—But, I perceive
The main designe of this preposterous war,
Love and ambition muzles humane souls;
So that when private Subjects covet honour
And power, their lawfull Prince must quit his Throne,
No matter for what reason, since they mean
Some reformation; as if private preferment
Were inconsistent with all Monarchy.
—But what! 'tis unseasonable for me t'expostulate.
My noble Prince (goodness protect him still)
Is gone for Savoy; I am here commanded
To rally those few forces I can find,
With slender hopes—but yet I'le do my best
To prosecute his Royal orders—so,
Good Subjects votes assist me—'tis resolv'd,
For while Dame nature does allow me breath,
I'le serve my Prince—nought shall excuse but death.
Exit.
This unnatural victory over thy lawfull Prince
Will quickly make thee sensible of unnatural
And intolerable Tyranny: that Ichneumon,
Who now tickles thee in all thy desires
Will stop thy breath at length, whilst thy good Prince,
Whom thou can blame for nothing but misfortune,
Shall yet be more unfortunate in seeing
Thee too unfortunate.—But, I perceive
The main designe of this preposterous war,
Love and ambition muzles humane souls;
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And power, their lawfull Prince must quit his Throne,
No matter for what reason, since they mean
Some reformation; as if private preferment
Were inconsistent with all Monarchy.
—But what! 'tis unseasonable for me t'expostulate.
My noble Prince (goodness protect him still)
Is gone for Savoy; I am here commanded
To rally those few forces I can find,
With slender hopes—but yet I'le do my best
To prosecute his Royal orders—so,
Good Subjects votes assist me—'tis resolv'd,
For while Dame nature does allow me breath,
I'le serve my Prince—nought shall excuse but death.
| Marciano ; or, The Discovery | |