Ford, John · published 1633 · first performed or written 1630 [c.1630-1633] (Annals) tragedy · King's Men · Blackfriars unassigned nearest T1 Death, grief and revenge · 489 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T1: death, life, dead, die, blood, revenge, soul, father, heart, heaven.
Mine only sister, Another is not left me. Take that chair, I'll seat me here in this: between us sits The object of our sorrows; some few tears we'll part among us; I perhaps can mix One lamentable story to prepare 'em. There, there, sit there, my Lord. Yes, as you please. What means this treachery? Caught, you are caught Young master: 'tis thy throne of Coronation, Thou fool of greatness: see, I take this veil off; Survey a beauty withered by the flames Of an insulting Phaeton her brother. Thou mean'st to kill me basely. I foreknew The last act of her life, and trained thee hither To sacrifice a Tyrant to a Turtle. You dreamt of kingdoms, did 'ee? how to bosom The delicacies of a youngling Princess, How with this nod to grace that subtle Courtier, How with that frown to make this Noble tremble, And so forth; whiles Penthea's groans, and tortures, Her agonies, her miseries, afflictions, ne'er touched upon your thought; as for my injuries, Alas they were beneath your royal pity, But yet they lived, thou proud man, to confound thee: Behold thy fate, this steel. Strike home; a courage As keen as thy revenge shall give it welcome: But prithee faint not; if the wound close up, Tent it with double force, and search it deeply. Thou look'st that I should whine, and beg compassion, As loath to leave the vainness of my glories; A statelier resolution arms my confidence, To cozen thee of honour; neither could I, With equal trial of unequal fortune, By hazard of a duel, 'twere a bravery Too mighty for a slave intending murder: On to the Execution, and inherit A conflict with thy horrors. By Apollo, Thou talk'st a goodly language; for requital, I will report thee to thy mistress richly: And take this peace along; some few short minutes Determined, my resolves shall quickly follow Thy wrathful ghost; then if we tug for mastery, Penthea's sacred eyes shall lend new courage. Give me thy hand, be healthful in thy parting From lost mortality: thus, thus, I free it. Yet, yet, I scorn to shrink. Keep up thy spirit: I will be gentle even in blood; to linger Pain, which I strive to cure, were to be cruel. Nimble in vengeance I forgive thee; follow Safety, with best success o may it prosper! Penthea, by thy side thy brother bleeds: The earnest of his wrongs to thy forced faith, Thoughts of ambition, or delicious banquet, With beauty, youth, and love, together perish In my last breath, which on the sacred Altar Of a long looked for peace-now-moves-to heaven. Farewell, fair spring of manhood; henceforth welcome Best expectation of a noble sufferance: I'll lock the bodies safe, till what must follow Shall be approved— Sweet Twins shine stars for ever. In vain they build their hopes, whose life is shame, No monument lasts but a happy Name.
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Mine onely sister, Another is not left me. Take that chayre, I'le seat me here in this: betweene vs sits The obiect of our sorrowes; some few teares Wee'll part among vs; I perhaps can mixe One lamentable story to prepare 'em. There, there, sit there, my Lord. Yes, as you please. What meanes this treachery? Caught, you are caught Young master: 'tis thy throne of Coronation, Thou foole of greatnesse: see, I take this vaile off; Suruey a beauty wither'd by the flames Of an insulting Phaeton her brother. Thou mean'st to kill me basely. I foreknew The last act of her life, and train'd thee hither To sacrifice a Tyrant to a Turtle. You dream't of kingdomes, did 'ee? how to bosome The delicacies of a youngling Princesse, How with this nod to grace that subtill Courtier, How with that frowne to make this Noble tremble, And so forth; whiles Penthea's grones, and tortures, Her agonies, her miseries, afflictions, Ne're toucht vpon your thought; as for my iniuries, Alas they were beneath your royall pitty, But yet they liu'd, thou proud man, to confound thee: Behold thy fate, this steele. Strike home; a courage As keene as thy reuenge shall giue it welcome: But prethe faint not; if the wound close vp, Tent it with double force, and search it deeply. Thou look'st that I should whine, and beg compassion, As loath to leaue the vainnesse of my glories; A statelier resolution armes my confidence, To cozen thee of honour; neither could I, With equall tryall of vnequall fortune, By hazard of a duell, 'twere a brauery Too mighty for a slaue intending murther: On to the Execution, and inherit A conflict with thy horrors. By Apollo, Thou talk'st a goodly language; for rquitall, I will report thee to thy mistresse richly: And take this peace along; some few short minutes Determin'd, my resolues shall quickly follow Thy wrathfull ghost; then if we tug for mastery, Pentheas sacred eyes shall lend new courage. Giue me thy hand, be healthfull in thy parting From lost mortality: thus, thus, I free it. Yet, yet, I scorne to shrinke. Keepe vp thy spirit: I will be gentle euen in blood; to linger Paine, which I striue to cure, were to be cruell. Nimble in vengeance I forgiue thee; follow Safety, with best successe ô may it prosper! Penthea, by thy side thy brother bleeds: The earnest of his wrongs to thy forc'd faith, Thoughts of ambition, or delitious banquet, With beauty, youth, and loue, together perish In my last breath, which on the sacred Altar Of a long look'd for peace-now-moues-to heauen. Farewell, faire spring of manhood; henceforth welcome Best expectation of a noble suffrance: I'le locke the bodies safe, till what must follow Shall be approu'd— Sweet Twins shine stars for euer. In vaine they build their hopes, whose life is shame, No monument lsts but a happy Name.