Ford, John · published 1633 · first performed or written 1630 [c.1630-1633] (Annals) tragedy · King's Men · Blackfriars unassigned nearest T34 Thebes and royal catastrophe: siege, sla · 496 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T34: thebes, antigone, polynices, creon, eteocles, war, theban, gods, dear, country.
Name them virtuous Lady. I would presume you would retain the royalty Of Sparta in her own bounds: then in Argos Armostes might be Viceroy; in Messene Might Crotolon bear sway, and Bassanes— ay, Queen? alas! what I? Be Sparta's Marshal: The multitudes of high employments could not But set a peace to private griefs: these Gentlemen, Groneas and Lemophil, with worthy pensions Should wait upon your person in your Chamber: I would bestow Christalla on Amelus, she'll prove a constant wife, and Philem. Should into Vesta's Temple. This is a Testament, It sounds not like conditions on a marriage. All this should be performed, Lastly, for Prophilus He should be (cousin) solemnly invested In all those honours, titles, and preferments Which his dear friend, and my neglected husband Too short a time enjoyed. I am unworthy To live in your remembrance. Excellent Lady! Madam, what means that word neglected husband? Forgive me: now I turn to thee thou shadow Of my contracted Lord: bear witness all, I put my mother wedding Ring upon His finger, 'twas my father's last bequest: Thus I new marry him whose wife I am; Death shall not separate us: o my Lords, I but deceived your eyes with Antic gesture, When one news straight came huddling on another, Of death, and death, and death, still I danced forward, But it struck home, and here, and in an instant, Be such mere women, who with shrieks and out-cries Can vow a present end to all their sorrows, Yet live to vow new pleasures, and outlive them: They are the silent griefs which cut the heartstrings; Let me die smiling. 'Tis a truth too ominous. One kiss on these cold lips, my last; crack, crack. Argos now's Sparta's King: command the voices Which wait at th' Altar, now to sing the song I fitted for my end. Sirs, the song. Glories, pleasures, pomps, delights, and ease, Can but please outward senses, when the mind Is not untroubled, or by peace refined. crowns may flourish and decay, Beauties shine, but fade away. Youth may revel, yet it must Lie down in a bed of dust: Earthly honours flow and waste, Time alone doth change and last. sorrows mingled with contents, prepare Rest for care; Love only reigns in death: though Art Can find no comfort for a broken heart. Look to the Queen. Her heart is broke indeed; O royal maid, would thou hadst missed this part: Yet 'twas a brave one: I must weep to see Her smile in death. Wise Tecnicus, thus said he, When youth is ripe, and age from time doth part, The liveless Trunk shall wed the broken hearts 'Tis here fulfilled. I am your King. Long live Nearchus' King of Sparta. Her last will Shall never be digressed from; wait in order Upon these faithful lovers as becomes us. The Counsels of the gods are never known, Till men can call th' effects of them their own.
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Name them vertuous Lady. I would presume you would retaine the royalty Of Sparta in her owne bounds: then in Argos Armostes might be Viceroy; in Messne Might Crotolon beare sway, and Bassanes — I, Queene? alas! what I? Be Sparta's Marshall: The multitudes of high imployments could not But set a peace to priuate griefes: these Gentlemen, Gronas and Lemophil, with worthy pensions Should wait vpon your person in your Chamber: I would bestow Christall on Amelus, Shee'll proue a constant wife, and Philm. Should into Vesta's Temple. This is a Testament, It sounds not like conditions on a marriage. All this should be perform'd, Lastly, for Prophilus He should be (Cozen) solemnly inuested In all those honors, titles, and preferments Which his deare friend, and my neglected husband Too short a time enioy'd. I am vnworthy To liue in your remembrance. Excellent Lady! Madam, what meanes that word neglected husband? Forgiue me: now I turne to thee thou shadow Of my contracted Lord: beare witnesse all, I put my mother wedding Ring vpon His finger, 'twas my fathers last bequest: Thus I new marry him whose wife I am; Death shall not separate vs: ô my Lords, I but deceiu'd your eyes with Anticke gesture, When one newes straight came hudling on another, Of death, and death, and death, still I danc'd forward, But it strooke home, and here, and in an instant, Be such meere women, who with shreeks and out-crie Can vow a present end to all their sorrowes, Yet liue to vow new pleasures, and out-liue them: They are the silent griefes which cut the hart-strings; Let me dye smiling. 'Tis a truth too ominous. One kisse on these cold lips, my last; cracke, crcke. Argos now's Sparta's King: command the voyces Which wait at th' Altar, now to sing the song I fitted for my end. Sirs, the ong Glories, pleasures, pomps, delighs, and ease, Can but please outward senses, when the mind Is not vntroubled, or by peace refin'd. Crownes may flourish and decay, Beauties shine, but fade away. Youth may reuell, yet it must Lye downe in a bed of dust: Earthly honors flow and wast, Time alone doth change and last. Sorrowes mingled with contents, prepare Rest for care; Loue onely reignes in death: though Art Can find no comfort for a broken heart. Looke to the Queene. Her heart is O royall mad, would thou hadst mis this part: Yet 'twas a braue one: I must weepe to see Her smile in death. Wise Tecnicus, thus said e When youth is ripe, and age from time doth part, The liuelesse Trunke shall wed the broken hearts 'Tis here fulfill'd. I am your King. Long liue Nearchus King of Sparta. Her last will Shall neuer be digrest from; wait in order Vpon these faithfull louers as becomes vs. The Counsels of the gods are neuer knowne, Till men can call th' effects of them their owne