Heywood, Thomas · published 1633 · first performed or written c.1627 (Annals) tragicomedy · Lady Elizabeth's Men · Phoenix/Cockpit unassigned nearest T1 Death, grief and revenge · 506 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T1: death, life, dead, die, blood, revenge, soul, father, heart, heaven.
Monday? Wouldest thou the place know? Thy polluted Chamber, So often, witness of my sinless vows; Wouldest thou the Person? One not worthy Name, Yet to torment thy guilty Soul the more, I'll tell him thee, That Monster Dalavill; Wouldest thou your Bawd know? Midnight, that the hour; The very words thou spoke? Now what would Geraldine Say, if he saw us here? To which was answered, Tush he's a Coxcomb, fit to be so fooled: No blush? What, no faint Fever on thee yet? How hath thy black sins changed thee? Thou Medusa, Those Hairs that late appeared like golden wires, Now crawl with Snakes and Adders; Thou art ugly. And yet my glass, till now, near told me so; Who gave you this intelligence? Only he, That pitying such an innocency as mine, Should by two such delinquents be betrayed, He brought me to that place by miracle; And made mean ear witness of all this. I am undone. But think what thou hast lost To forfeit me; I not withstanding these, (So fixed was my love and vulnerable) I kept this from thy Husband, nay all ears, With thy transgressions smothering mine own wrongs, In hope of thy Repentance. Which begins thus low upon my knees. Tush, bow in , Which thou hast most offended; alas, Save in such (Scarce unheard of) Treachery, Most sinful like thyself; Wherein, Oh wherein, hath my unspotted and unbounded Love deserved the least of these? Sworn to be made a stale For term of life; And all this for my goodness; Die, and die soon, acquit me of my Oath, But prithee die repentant; Farewell ever, 'Tis thou, and only thou hast Banished me, Both from my Friends and Country. Oh, I am lost. Why how now, what's the business? Go take her Up, whom thou hast oft thrown Down, Villain. That was no language from a Friend, It had too harsh an accent; But how's this? My Mistress thus low cast upon the earth graveling and breathless, Mistress, Lady, Sweet— Oh tell me if thy name be Geraldine, Thy very looks will kill me? View me well, I am no such man; See, I am Dalavill. thouart than a Devil, that presents before me My horrid sins; persuades me to despair; When he like a good Angel sent from Heaven, Besought me of repentance; Swell sick Heart, Even till thou burst the ribs that bound thee in; So, there's one string cracked, flow, and flow high, Even till thy blood distil out of mine eyes, To witness my great sorrow. Faint again, Some help within there, no attendant near? Thus to expire, in this I am more wretched, Than all the sweet fruition of her love Before could make me happy. What was he clamoured so loud, To mingle with our mirth this terror And affright? See Sir, your Wife in these my arms expiring. How? My sister? Support her, and by all means possible Provide for her dear safety. See, she recovers. Woman, look up.
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Munday? Wouldest thou the place know? Thy polluted Chamber, So often, witnesse of my sin-lesse vowes; Wouldest thou the Person? One not worthy Name, Yet to torment thy guilty Soule the more, I'le tell him thee, That Monster Dalauill; Wouldest thou your Bawd know? Mid-night, that the houre; The very words thou spae? Now what would Geraldine Say, if he saw vs heere? To which was answered, Tush hee's a Cox-combe, fit to be so fool'd: No blush? What, no faint Feauer on thee yet? How hath thy blacke sins chang'd thee? Thou Medusa, Those Haires that late appeared li golden Wyers, Now crawle with Snakes and Adders; Thou art vgly. And yet my glasse, till now, neere told me so; Who gaue you this intelligence? Onely hee, That pittying such an Innocentis mine, Should by two such delinquents bee beray'd, Hee brought me to that place by mirracle; And made mean eare witnesse of all this. I am vndone. But thinke wharthou hast lost To forfeit mee; I not withstanding these, (So fixt was my loue and verable) I kept this from thy Husband, nay all eares, With thy transgressions smothering mine owne wrongs, In hope of thy Which begin thus low vpon my knees. Tush, bow in , Which thou hast most offended; alas, Saue in such (Scace vnheard of) Treacherie, Most sinfull like thy selfe; Wherein, Oh wherein, hath my vnspotted and vnbounded Loue deseru'd the least of these? Sworne to be made a ale For terme of life; And all this for my goodnesse; Die, and die soone, acquit me of my Oath, But prethee die repentant; Farewell euer, 'Tis thou, and onely thou hast Banisht mee, Both from my Frinds and Countrey. Oh, I am lost. Why how now, what's the businesse? Goe take her Vp, whom thou hast oft throwne Downe, Villaine. That was no language from a Friend, It had too harsh an accent; But how's this? My Mistresse thus low cast vpon the earth Grauelling and breathlesse, Mistresse, Lady, Sweet— Oh tell me if thy name be Geraldine, Thy very lookes will kill mee? View me well, I am no such man; See, I am Dalauill. Th'art then a Deuill, that presents before mee My horrid sins; perswades me to dispaire; When hee like a good Angel sent from Heauen, Besought me of repentance; Swell sicke Heart, Euen till thou burst the ribs that bound thee in; So, there's one string crackt, flow, and flow high, Euen till thy blood distill out of mine eyes, To witnesse my great sorrow. Faint againe, Some helpe within there, no attendant neere? Thus to expire, in this I am more wretched, Then all the sweet fruition of her loue Before could make me happy. What was hee clamor'd so lowd, To mingle with our mirth this terrour And affright? See Sir, your Wife in these my armes expiring. How? My sister? Support her, and by all meanes possible Prouide for her deere safety. See, shee recouers. Woman, looke vp.