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 · 477 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T51: esau, iacob, father, son, isaac, god, love, birthright, parents, thing.
I see't Aegisthus, and my aged blood grows warm, As if myself were a new father made, And all the blessings I can render it, Shall drop like golden showers on the head: methinks it doth recall my sliding age, And makes swift time retire back again: It doth unfold those wrinkles in my face, Which grief and years had fixed as their signs Upon my brow, and now it shall be seen, Although my hairs are grey, my joys are green. Long may our father his opinion hold, And you, our daughter, let not sinister thoughts Wrong your suspicious mind, though this being young, It makes our Lord, and me to speak our joys, Yet our affection and our natural love, Is not a whit to you diminished. A mother can be mother unto many, And as from one root hid within the ground, Springs many flowers, that lends sap to all: So from a parent's heart run veins of love; Which, though to many, they without do flow, Yet from one heart, one root, they all do grow. I hope our gracious mother cannot think We do suspect her love, witness this charge, Which you have blessed my arms and soul withal, And as your love committed it with care, My care shall still defend it with my love. We thank our daughter, come Lord Strophius, come, Grief still sits heavy on your sighing heart, Be frolic, learn of us, in all the grace, And pleasure our Court extends, you shall have place. I thank my gracious Lord, time hath by this, Almost eat out the memory of our son, And since the heavens let fall their dew on you, And watered Argos with such springing hopes, I will not seem a stock, uncapable Of such a general comfort, but revive My buried thoughts, and for my sovereign's sake, Old Strophius will a young man's person take. We thank old Strophius, and if honour can Keep thee still young, our Princely hand is wide, And freely shall extend all graces on thee, And you all our subjects, which bear part Thus in our joy; and here I do proclaim, And personally from my own mouth pronounce, Sealing it with the signet of my State, A general immunity to all Murders, rapes, treasons, thefts, conveyances, Which have been from the birth of our dear child, In all the confines of our Empire done; Nor shall your licence date be quite expired, Till the slow year seven times runs out his course. ourself thus speak it; until than all's free, Kings win their subjects by immunity. Electra, you are happy in your charge. Yes, Uncle, and you happy in my favour. Madam, shall I stay here until you come? Yes, Nurse, sit down and sing, look to the Babe, I'll only with my Uncle change a word.
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I see't Aegystheus, and my ag'd blood grows warme, As if my selfe were a new father made, And all the blessings I can render it, Shal drop like golden showers on the head: Me thinks it doth recall my sliding age, And makes swift time retire backe againe: It doth vnfold those wrincles in my face, Which griefe and yeeres had fixed as their signes Vpon my brow, and now it shall be seene, Althoug my hayres are gray, my ioyes are greene. Long may our father his opinion hold, And you, our daughter, let not sinister thoughts Wrong your suspicious minde, though this being young, It makes our Lord, and me to speake our ioyes, Yet our affection and our naturall loue, Is not a whit to you diminished. A mother can be mother vnto many, And as from one roote hid within the ground, Springs many flowers, that lends sap to all: So from a parents heart runne veines of loue; Which, though to many, they without doe flow, Yet from one heart, one root, they all doe grow. I hope our gracious mother cannot thinke We doe suspect her loue, witnesse this charge, Which you haue bless'd my armes and soule withall, And as your loue committed it with care, My care shall still defend it with my loue. We thanke our daughter, come Lord Strophius, come, Griefe still sits heauy on your sighing heart, Be frolike, learne of vs, in all the grace, And pleasure our Court extends, you shall haue place. I thanke my gracious Lord, time hath by this▪ Almost eate out the memory of our sonne, And since the heauens let fall their dew on you, And watred Argos with such springing hopes, I will not seeme a stocke, vncapable Of such a generall comfort, but reuiue My buried thoughts, and for my Souerignes sake, Old Strophius will a young mans person take. We thanke old Strophius, and if honour can Keepe thee still young, our Princely hand is wide, And freely shall extend all graces on thee, And you all our subiects, which beare part Thus in our ioy; and here I doe proclaime, And personally from my owne mouth pronounce, Sealing it with the signet of my State, A generall immunity to all Murders, rapes, treasons, thefts, conueyances, Which haue beene from the birth of our deare childe, In all the confines of our Empire done; Nor shall your licence date be quite expired, Till the slow yeere seuen times runnes out his course. Our selfe thus speake it; vntill then all's free, Kings win their subiects by immunity. Electra, you are happy in your charge. Yes, Vncle, and you happy in my fauour. Madam, shal I stay here vntil you come? Yes, Nurse, sit downe and sing, looke to the Babe, I'll onely with my Vncle change a word.