Make the past, present; and the future, frown? As with a peal of thunder, to strange horrors, You think too much. ANTIGONUS. KING. I do not think at all: The gods impose, the gods inflict, my thoughts; And slowly vanish'd from my waking eye. ANTIGONUS. My lord, I do confess the gods are with us; And well I know your sorrows touch your sons; Nor is it possible but time must quench KING. Vain comfort! I this moment overheard My jarring sons with fury shake my walls. Ah! why my curse from those, that ought to bless me? ANTIGONUS. I own, I think it time your sons receive A father's awful counsel; or, while here, Your curtains will be shaken with their broils; And, when you die, sons' blood may stain your tomb.— But other cares demand you now: the Romans. KING. O change of pain! The Romans? Perish Rome! The Great should have the fame of happiness, The consolation of a little envy ; 'Tis all their pay for those superior cares, Those pangs of heart, their vassals ne'er can feel. Where are these strangers? First I'll hear their tale Then talk in private with my sons. ANTIGONUS. But how Intends my lord to make his peace with Rome? KING. Rome calls me fiery; Let her find me so; ANTIGONUS. O Sir, forbear! Too late you felt Rome's power. KING. Yes, and that reason stings me more than ever, ANTIGONUS. Hate her too much to give her battle now; KING. Philip: All. I'll take my throne. Send in these foreigners. SCENE draws, and discovers a magnificent throne, PERSEUS, DEMETRIUS, courtiers, &c. attending. PosTHUMIUS and CURTIUS, the Roman ambassadors, enter. Trumpets sound. The KING ascends the throne. POSTHUMIUS. Philip of Macedon; to these complaints Our friends groan out, and you Rome now expects an answer. KING. have heard at large, She sits judge, Expects an answer! I so shall answer, as becomes a king. POSTHUMIUS. Or more, Sir; as becomes a friend of Rome. KING. Or Alexander's heir, to rise still higher. But to the purpose. Thus a king to those That would make kings, and puff them out at pleasure: I thought it meet to punish: You deny'd me. You pluckt me thence, and took the taken town: And said, "Here end thy realm;" as ye were gods! And do as she has done; she need no more. POSTHUMIUS. The Romans do no wrong; yet still are men: (Of which, perhaps, his words too strongly savour) Humility to Rome will lead him to it: She can give more than common kings can govern. KING. Than common kings? Ambassador! remember My lord, forbear. POSTHUMIUS. Therefore he fled alone. Since thus you treat us,-hear another charge. [Pointing to Demetrius. But mark this well: There lies some little distance, Philip, between a Roman and a king. [Exeunt Romans. KING. How say'st, unscepter'd boaster! This to me! With Hannibal I cleft yon Alpine rocks; With Hannibal choak'd Thrasymene with slaughter: |