Goffe, Thomas · published 1633 · first performed or written 1617 [c.1613-c.1618] (Annals) tragedy · at University unassigned nearest T51 Parents and children: blessing, birthrig · 488 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T51: esau, iacob, father, son, isaac, god, love, birthright, parents, thing.
Thanks to my Father's subjects: Now Argos swell up to the brim with joy, And streams of gladness flow on Tyndarus, Now made our Father; see old King, see here's My Queen doth mean to make thee a grandfather, See how thy royal blood shall propagate, Whose Kingly drops like heaven distilling dew Shall add fresh life unto thy withered root. Yes, but Aegisthus, there were arms before Grew on this tree; but the Fates envious axe Hath cut them off before th'd time to sprout: O Sir, the Fates needs must have leave to make Ways for themselves to manage what they do: Had Agamemnon and Orestes lived, They could not then have blessed me with these gifts: Still when the heavens and Fates do work their will, They intend good, though sometimes there come ill. O but pray Ioue the Fates now were not forced, But deeds like words no man can e'er recall, Be't good or ill; once done, we must bear all. Come Father sit we down, and make a feast, To glad our hearts; Heaven still doth for the best. O let my latter age not live to see Aegisthus wear great Argus diadem: Fear not good uncle, there will be a time To pull him down, although he yet doth climb: whoever trusted much on fortune's gifts, On wife, on state, on health, on friends, on lands, May look on Agamemnon's coming home: Fortune methinks ne'er showed her power more, How quickly could she turn her Fatal sword Upon his breast, that thought himself past harm, She that had used death like an angry dog, Holding him up, when that he should have bit, When all the game was passed, and's fury laid, The King being past all danger, safe at home, Than he slips collar, never until then; And fortune she stood hissing of him on, Till he had torn the good king's soul away. Nay but good Father let pass elegies, You draw fresh tears now from your daughter's eyes, Who shed enough before at's funeral, Let's talk who are to live, not who are dead; And think what progeny shall spring from us May bear your Image stamped upon the face, This we must talk of now, not what griefs past But of the joy to come: My Queen not well? Now good Electra look unto your mother, Lucina be propitious to the birth; Why, will not now a young Aegisthus be, As grateful as an old Orestes was? Thou times good lengthener, age, posterity, Spread thyself still upon Aegisthus line, Help me to treasure up antiquity, And from Thyestes loins let spring an heir, Shall ever sit in great Thyestes chair. Near to this shady grove, where never light Appears, but when 'tis forced with some charm, Canidia dwells, in such a dusky place, That the night goblins fear to come too near it, Here let us knock.
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Thanks to my Fathers subiects: Now Argos swell vp to the brim with ioy, And streams of gladnes flow on Tyndarus, Now made our Father; see old King, see here's My Queene doth meane to make thee a grandfather, See how thy royall blood shall propagate, Whose Kingly drops like heauen distilling dew Shall adde fresh life vnto thy withered roote. Yes, but Aegystheus, there were armes before Grew on this tree; but the Fates enuious axe Hath cut them off before th'ad time to sproute: O Sir, the Fates needs must haue leaue to make Wayes for themselues to mannage what they doe: Had Agamemnon and Orestes liu'd, They could not then haue blest me with these gifts: Still when the heauens and Fates doe worke their will, They intend good, though sometimes there come ill. O but pray Ioue the Fates now were not forc't, But deeds like words no man can e're recall, Bee't good or ill; once don, we must beare all. Come Father sit we downe, and make a feast, To glad our hearts; Heauen still doth for the best. O let my latter age not liue to see Aegisteus weare great Argus diademe: Feare not good vncle, there wil be a time To pull him downe, although he yet doth climbe: Who euer trusted much on fortunes gifts, On wife, on state, on health, on friends, on lands, May looke on Agamemnons comming home: Fortune me thinks ne're shew'd her power more, How quickly could she turn her Fatall sword Vpon his brest, that thought himselfe past harme, She that had vs'd death like an angry dogge, Holding him vp, when that he should haue bit, When al the game was past, and's fury laid, The King being past all danger, safe at home, Then he slip's coller, neuer vntill then; And fortune she stood hissing of him on, Till he had torne the good Kings soule away. Nay but good Father let passe elegies, You draw fresh tears now from your daughters eies, Who shed enough before at's funerall, Let's talke who are to liue, not who are dead; And thinke what progeny shall spring from vs May beare your Image stampt vpon the face, This we must talke of now, not what griefs past But of the ioy to come: My Queen not well? Now good Electra looke vnto your mother, Lucina be propitious to the birth; Why, will not now a young Aegystheus be, As gratefull as an old Orestes was? Thou times good lengthener, age, posterity, Spread thy selfe still vpon Aegistheus line, Helpe me to treasure vp antiquity, And from Thyestes loyns let spring an heire, Shall euer sit in great Thyestes chaire. Neare to this shady groue, where neuer light Appeares, but when `tis forced with som charm, Canidia dwells, in such a dusky place, That the night goblins feare to come too neare it, Here let vs knocke.