NEMES (STEM)

Awake, awake thou tortured Emperor, Look with the eye of fury on the heavens, Threaten a downfall to this mortal stage, And let it crack with thee, thy life is run To the last Scene, thy Tragic partly is done. You meager devils, and infernal hags, Where are you? Would? what vanished? am I found? Did I not feel them tear and rack my flesh, And foreamble it amongst them? heaven and earth I am deluded, what thin airy shapes Durst fright my soul, I'll hunt about the world, Search the remotest angles of the earth, Till l'ue found out the climate hold sthese fiends, Or built a bridge by Geometric skill, Whom lineal extension shall reach forth To the declining borders of the sky, On which I'll lea e mortality along, And break a passage through those brazen walls, From whence Jove triumphs over this lower world: Then having God beyond the utmost sphere, Besiege the concave of this universe: And hunger-starve the gods till they confess What furies did my sleeping soul oppress. Would? did it lighten? or what imble flame Ha crept into my blood? me thinks it steals Through my distempered joints, as if it feared To urge m to I n atience. Hamon, accursed Hamon stan my soul Above the power of these inum nom'd drug: Am I in hell alive? the Stygian flames Could not produce and heat so violent As burns within my body: O I feel My heart drop into cinders, I am dust; Jove for thine own sake Jove, confine my soul Within these walls of earth: for in the sky When I am there, none shall be Jove but I. Still, still I boil, and the continued flames Are aggravated: He is done, subdued (By the base Art of a damned Empiric) Whose empty name sent terror through the world: Is not the heaven bespangled all with stars, And blazing Meteors, whose bright glimmering flames Like ceremonial Tapers should adorn My solemn Hearse? what does the golden Sun Ride with it's wonted motion? are the waves Bridled within their narrow Continent No deluge? not and earthquake? Shall a Prince, And Emperor, a Batazet decease And make no breach in nature? fright the world With no prodigious birth? Are you asleep You thundering beggards that so awe the world? I'll hasten to revenge this strong neglect Of my deceasing spirits, mount my soul, Brush off this cloddy heavy element: So Jove I come excorporate, divine, Immortal as thy self, I must contest With thee proud God, with thee to arm my mind, Only my soul ascends earth stays behind. Triumph my Plantiffes, Nemesis your Queen Is Pierced quite through with your continual groans. See, see, the prostrate body of a King, Clad in the weeds of pining discontent, Lies open to your wrath, and doleful hate: But I conjure you not to touch his skin, Nor hurt his sacred person, those three Fates (Those srightfull sisters) told me they decree For Bajazet another destiny: But vex his soul with your deluding blows, And let him dream of direful anguishments, Each in the proper order of his Fate, Vent the compressed con usion of his hate.