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 · 513 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T51: esau, iacob, father, son, isaac, god, love, birthright, parents, thing.
Shall I thus by some magic Art, my son, Take both their pictures in pure virgin wax? And wound the place where that the hurt should stand, And so wound them? Tush, this is too little. Shall I breed them hate? Too little too. Shall I consume their children? All this too little. Hell and the furies shall stand all amazed, Allecto shall come there for to behold New kinds of murders which she knew not yet: And nature learn to violate herself, I'll instantly to th'Court, and what I do, myself will see done, yes, and act it too. Thanks great Canidia, this black night being done, Revenge now knows her game whereat to run. Never but when a royal offspring comes From a king's loins, can he be truly King, Then doth he sit firm, rooted in his state, Then is he truly man, and then the Gods He knows do love him, which when Kings do want, The curse of nature doth deny them fruit, And brands their bed with loathed sterility. Aegisthus, since the Gods have blessed you so, Have care their blessings turn not to your woe. Your joy, my daughter's joy, and my joy too, Have care it be preserved, and brought up well: And take heed, son, of Agamemnon's blood, Pierce not with envy the Babes tender heart. Tush father, now not without grief I speak All brooks which from the Princely Ocean ran, Are quite dried up, only Electra here, Our dear Electra, whose great weight of love Is in our balance equally so poised, That she shall ever think her father lives, Our heart shall be so parallel with hers. Yes, great Aegisthus, were't but our mothers will, What she thinks good of, I must not think ill: Besides, your love e'er since my father's death, As if it ame from his departing soul, And forthwith had revived again in you, held a prospectiu for me, to see His care oubled, though the object's changed, for I a brother, if you please, That I may challenge in your royal blood, Here do I tie with all affections bands, myself unto this Babe, which is as dear Unto my soul, as were Orestes here. Daughter, your heart now with obedience strung, Makes a sweet music sounding from your tongue. Nurse, bring the Babe, give it Electra, so, You daughter shall have oversight of it. O, shall I part from't then? No, good Nurse, no, Electra with her care, you with your pains. Now by Lucina, had it gone away, I should have sit, and sobbed away my heart; 'Tis the sweetest Babe that ever Nurse did kiss. Look here good father, look my nobles here, Upon this Babe scarce crept yet out of earth, For you shall grow an Autumn of ripe years, When time hath brought it to maturity, Look on thy Grandchild, Tyndarus, see, 'tis thine, This came from thee, old man, see how it smiles Upon the Grandsire, as if wise nature had Taught him his kindred's names 'fore he came forth.
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Shall I thus by some magique Art, my sonne, Take both their pictures in pure virgin waxe? And wound the place where that the hurt should stand, And so wound them? Tush, this is too little. Shall I breed them hate? Too little too. Shall I consume their children? All this too little. Hell and the furies shall stand all amaz'd, Alcto shall come there for to behold New kinds of murthers which she knew not yet: And nature learne to violate her selfe, I'll instantly to th'Court, and what I doe, My selfe will see done, yes, and act it too. Thanks great Canidia, this blacke night being done, Reuenge now knowes her game whereat to runne. NEuer but when a royall off-spring comes From a Kings loynes, can hee be truly King, Then doth he sit firme, rooted in his state, Then is he truly man, and then the Gods He knowes doe loue him, which when Kings doe want, The curse of nature doth deny them fruit, And brands their bed with loath'd sterility. Aegystheus, since the Gods haue bless'd you so, Haue care their blessings turne not to your woe. Your ioy, my daughters ioy, and my ioy too, Haue care it be preseru'd, and brought vp well: And take heed, sonne, of Agamemnons blood, Pierce not with enuy the Babes tender heart. Tush father, now not without griefe I speake All brookes which from the Princely Ocean ranne, Are quite dry'd vp, onely Electra here, Our deare Electra, whose great weight of loue Is in our ballance equally so poys'd, That shee shall euer thinke her father liues, Our heart shall be so parallell with hers. Yes, great Aegystheus, wer't but our mothers will, What she thinkes good of, I must not thinke ill: Besides, your loue e'r since my fathers death, As ame from his departing soule, And with had reuiu'd againe in you, prospectiu for me, to see oubled, though the obiect's chang'd, a brother, if you please, That I may challenge in your royall blood, Here doe I tie with all affections bands, My selfe vnto this Babe, which is as deare Vnto my soule, as were Orestes here. Daughter, your heart now with obedience strung, Makes a sweet musique sounding from your tongue. Nurse, bring the Babe, giue it Electra, so, You daughter shall haue ouersight of it. O, shall I part from't then? No, good Nurse, no, Electra with her care, you with your paines. Now by Lucina, had it gone away, I should haue sit, and sob'd away my heart; 'Tis the sweetest Babe that euer Nurse did kisse. Looke here good father, looke my nobles here, Vpon this Babe scarce crept yet out of earth, For you shall grow an Autumn of ripe yeeres, When time hath brought it to maturity, Looke on thy Grandchilde, Tyndarus, see, 'tis thine, This came from thee, old man, see how it smiles Vpon the Grandsire, as if wise nature had Taught him his kindreds names fore he came forth.