That that is good for the body is likewise good for the soul.
Thomas KydUnder feigned jest
Are things conceal'd that else would breed unrest.
VICEROY OF PORTUGAL. ...My late ambition hath distain'd my faith;
My breach of faith occasion'd bloody wars;
Those bloody wars have spent my treasure;
And with my treasure my people's blood;
And with their blood, my joy and best belov'd
My best belov'd, my sweet and only son.
O, wherefore went I not to war myself
The cause was mine; I might have died for both:
My years were mellow, his but young and green;
My death were natural, but his was forc'd.
HIERONIMO. Art a painter? canst paint me a tear, or a wound, a groan, or a sigh?
Thomas KydHIERONIMO. See, who knock there.
PEDRO. It is a painter, sir.
HIERONIMO. Bid him come in, and paint some comfort.
For surely there's none lives but painted comfort
Canst paint a doleful cry?
Thomas KydI am never better than when I am mad: then methinks I am a brave fellow; then I do wonders: but reason abuseth me, and there's the torment, there's the hell.
Thomas KydComedies are fit for common wits:
But to present a kingly troop withal,
Give me a stately-written tragedy;
Tragadia cothurnata, fitting kings,
Containing matter, and not common things.
Tags: tragedy elizabethan-drama
HIERONIMO. O eyes! no eyes, but fountains fraught with tears;
O life! no life, but lively form of death
O world! no world, but mass of public wrongs,
Confus'd and fill'd with murder and misdeeds!
O sacred heav'ns! if this unhallowed deed,
If this inhuman and barbarous attempt,
If this incomparable murder thus
Of mine, but now no more my son,
Shall unreveal'd and unreveng'd pass,
How should we term your dealings to be just,
If you unjustly deal with those that in your justice trust?
Where words prevail not, violence prevails;
But gold doth more than either of them both.
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