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 · 493 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T1: death, life, dead, die, blood, revenge, soul, father, heart, heaven.
Confirm thee, noble sorrow, In worthy resolution. Could my tears speak, My griefs were sleight. All goddess dwell amongst ye; Enjoy my sister, Prophilus; my vengeance Aimed never at thy prejudice. Now withdraw: Bloody relator of thy stains in blood; For that thou hast reported him whose fortunes And life by thee are both at once snatched from him, With honourable mention; make thy choice Of what death likes thee best, there's all our bounty. But to excuse delays, let me (dear cousin) Entreat you and these Lords see execution Instant before 'ee part. Your will commands us. One suit, just Queen, my last; vouchsafe your clemency That by no common hand I be divided From this my humble frailty. To their wisdoms Who are to be spectators of thine end, I make the reference: those that are dead, Are dead; had they not now died, of necessity They must have paid the debt they owed to nature, One time or other.— Use dispatch, my Lords, we'll suddenly prepare our Coronation. 'Tis strange, these Tragedies should never touch on Her female pity. She has a masculine spirit: And wherefore should I pule, and like a girl, Put finger in the eye: let's be all toughness, Without distinction betwixt sex and sex. Now Orgilus thy choice. To bleed to death. The Executioner. myself, no Surgeon. I am well skilled in letting blood: bind fast This arm, that so the pipes may from their conduits Convey a full stream: here's a skilful Instrument: Only I am a beggar to some charity To speed me in this Execution, By lending th'other prick to th' other arm, When this is bubbling life out. I am for 'ee. It most concerns my art, my care, my credit; Quick, fillet both this arms. Gramercy friendship Such courtesies are real, which flow cheerfully Without an expection of requital. Reach me a staff in this hand: if a proneness, Or custom in my nature, from my cradle, Had been inclined to fierce and eager bloodshed; A coward guilt, hid in a coward quaking, Would have betrayed fame to ignoble flight, And vagabond pursuit of dreadful safety: But look upon my steadiness, and scorn not The sickness of my fortune, which since Bassanes Was husband to Penthea, had lain bedrid: We trifle time in words: thus I show cunning In opening of a vein too full, too lively. Desperate courage. Honourable infamy. I tremble at the sight. Would I were loose. It sparkles like a lusty wine new broached; The vessel must be sound from which it issues; Grasp hard this other stick I'll be as nimble. But prithee look not pale; have at 'ee stretch out Thine arm with vigour, and unshook virtue. Good; o I envy not a Rival fit To conquer in extremities; this pastime Appears majestical: some high tuned poem Hereafter shall deliver to posterity The writer's glory, and his subject's triumph: How is't man, droop not yet.
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Confirme thee, noble sorrow, In worthy resolution. Could my teares speake, My griefes were sleight. All gooddesse dwell amongst yee Enioy my sister, Prophilus; my vengeance Aym'd neuer at thy preiudice. Now withdraw: Bloody relator of thy staines in blood; For that thou hast reported him whose fortunes And life by thee are both at once snatch'd from him, With honourable mention; make thy choyce Of what death likes thee best, there's all our bounty. But to excuse delayes, let me (deare Cozen) Intreat you and these Lords see execution Instant before 'ee part. Your will commands vs. One suit, iust Queene, my last; vouchsafe your clemency That by no common hand I be diuided From this my humble frailty. To their wisdomes Who are to be spectators of thine end, I make the reference: those that are dead, Are dead; had they not now dy'd, of necessity They must haue payd the debt they ow'd to nature, One time or other. — Vse dispatch, my Lords, Wee'll suddenly prepare our Coronation. 'Tis strange, these Tragedies should neuer touch on Her female pitty. She has a masculine spirit: And wherefore should I pule, and like a girle, Put finger in the eye: let's be all toughnesse, Without distinction betwixt sex and sex. Now Orgilus thy choyce. To bleed to death. The Executioner. My selfe, no Surgeon. I am well skill'd in letting blood: bind fast This arme, that so the pipes may from their conduits Conuey a full streame: here's a skilfull Instrument: Onely I am a beggar to some charity To speed me in this Execution, By lending th'other pricke to th' tother arme, When this is bubling life ou. I am for 'ee. It most concernes my art, my care, my credit; Quicke, fillet both this armes. Gramercy friendship Such curtesies are reall, which flow cheerefully Without an expection of requitall. Reach me a staffe in this hand: if a pronenesse, Or custome in my nature, from my cradle, Had beene inclin'd to fierce and eager bloodshed; A coward guilt, hid in a coward quaking, Would haue betray'd fame to ignoble flight, And vagabond pursuit of dreadfull safety: But looke vpon my steddinesse, and scorne not The sicknesse of my fortune, which since Bassanes Was husband to Penthea, had laine bed-rid: We trifle time in words: thus I shew cunning In opening of a veine too full, too liuely. Desperate courage. Honourable infany. I tremble at the sight. Would I were loose. It sparkles like a lusty wine new broacht; The vessell must be sound from which it issues; Graspe hard this other sticke I'le be as nimble. But prethe looke not pale; haue at 'ee stretch out Thine arme with vigor, and vnshooke vertue. Good; ô I enuy not Riuall fited To conquer in extremities; this pastime Appeares maiesticall: some high tun'd poem Hereafter shall deliuer to posterity The writers glory, and his subiects triumph: How is't man, droope not yet.