Goffe, Thomas · published 1633 · first performed or written 1617 [c.1613-c.1618] (Annals) tragedy · at University unassigned nearest T1 Death, grief and revenge · 471 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T1: death, life, dead, die, blood, revenge, soul, father, heart, heaven.
Yes, and we'll set here Argos Crown on him, Who shall enact some punishment for thee; Which although none can equalise this deed, Yet what our griefs can think, all shall be done, And we'll forget thou'rt Agamemnon's son. Why, think you upon your worst, I scorn to crave. I had three lives, you but my one shall have. Then since vile wretch thou hast committed that, Which while there is a world, throughout the world Will be pronounced for the most horrid deed That ever came into the thought of man; A thing which all will talk of, none allow; I here disclaim that name of Grandfather, And I must quite forget that in thy veins, My blood doth flow, but think it then let out, When thou lettest out my daughters; and since you Kind Lords commit the state unto my years, Years too unfit, heavens know, to bear a state: My mind, methinks, contends for to decree Somewhat, which to myself I dare not tell: Just conceived wrath, and my affection strives, Hate forbids pity, pity forbids hate, And exile is but barren punishment: Yet let me banish thee from out these eyes, O never let thy sight offend me more, All thy confederates, and all thy friends. You, Pylades, which did so smoothly cloak, The damned profession he did undertake: You, Strophius. My Lord, I know not aught, Yet, since one foot is now in Charon's boat, If it please you, let other too afloat. Not so, but I will banish you the court, And you Electra, come, I must forget Affection too towards you, you gave the child, Which you had charge of to the murderer's sword. Why Grandsire, I herein no wrong do find, Since all these go, I would not stay behind. Nay, but no one shall company the other, Hence thou Cocytus' stream of this offence, Strophius & Pylades, Electra, hence: Why farewell Grandsire, since thou bidst, I fly, And scorn companions for my misery. Unto this punishment this one more I add, That none shall dare to give Orestes food, And this decree shall stand; I speak with grief, And here pronounce Orestes no relief. Hence with these corpse; poor child what hadst thou done? Thy Nurse's prayers, that there might spring a rose, where'er thou trodst could not keep back thy foes. Some plague he hath, but such a matricide Should never die, although he ever died. THus never less alone, then when alone, Where to ourselves we sweetly tell our woes, Thou Uncle, chief companion to our griefs, And sole partaker of our miseries, Why do we live, when now 'tis come to pass, It is scarce known that Agamemnon was, He dies far easier, who at first doth drown, Than he which long doth swim, and then sinks down.
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Yes, and wee'll set here Argos Crowne on him, Who shall enact some punishment for thee; Which although none can equalize this deed, Yet what our griefes can thinke, all shall be done, And wee'll forget thou'rt Agamemnons sonne. Why, thinke you vpon your worst, I scorne to craue. I had three liues, you but my one shall haue. Then since vile wretch thou hast committed that, Which while there is a world, throughout the world VVill be pronounc'd for the most horrid deede That euer came into the thought of man; A thing which all will talke of, none allow; I here disclaime that name of Grandfather, And I must quite forget that in thy veynes, My blood doth flow, but thinke it then let out, VVhen thou letst out my daughters; and since you Kinde Lords commit the state vnto my yeeres, Yeeres too vnfit, heauens know, to beare a state: My mind, me thinks, contends for to decree Somewhat, which to my selfe I dare not tell: Iust conceiu'd wrath, and my affection striues, Hate forbids pitty, pitty forbids hate, And exile is but barren punishment: Yet let me banish thee from out these eyes, O neuer let thy sight offend me more, All thy confederates, and all thy friends. You, Pylades, wich did so smoothly cloake, The damnde profession hee did vndertake: You, Strophius. My Lord, I know not ought, Yet, since one foot is now in Charons boat, If it please you, let tother too afloate. Not so, but I will banish you the court, And you Electra, come, I must forget Affection too towards you, you gaue the child, Which you had charge of to the murderers sword. Why Grandsire, I herin no wrong do finde, Since all these goe, I would not stay behinde. Nay, but no one shall company the other, Hence thou Cocytus streame of this offence, Strophius & Pylades, Electra, hence: Why farewell Grandsire, since thou bidst, I flie, And scorn companions for my misery. Vnto this punishment this one more I adde, That none shall dare to giue Orestes foode, And this decree shall stand; I speake with griefe, And here pronounce Orestes no reliefe. Hence with these corps; poore child what hadst thou don? Thy Nurses prayers, that there might spring a rose, Where e're thou trod'st could not keepe backe thy foes. Some plague he hath, but such a matricide Should neuer die, although he euer dide. THus neuer lesse alone, then when alone, Where to ourselues we sweetly tell our woes, Thou Vncle, cheife companion to our griefes, And sole partaker of our miseries, Why doe we liue, when now 'tis come to passe, It is scarce knowne that Agamemnon was, He dies far easier, who at first doth drowne, Then he which long doth swim, and then sinks down.