Goffe, Thomas · published 1633 · first performed or written 1617 [c.1613-c.1618] (Annals) tragedy · at University T36 Hell, Furies and the language of punishm typicality 0.85 · 489 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T36: hell, earth, gods, death, ghosts, blood, bloody, heaven, night, ghost.
Dost whisper with the devils, to torment me, O how they lash me with their snaky whips, Why Megaera, Megaera, wilt not hold thy hand? Are you there too, Erynnis? hay, all hell, My Grandsire Atreus he stands fighting there, But he'll ha' th' better on't; keep Cerberus keep, Keep the fates fast, or all hell breaks loose. Mother I see you, O you are a whore, Did I kill you witch, dost thou lash, dost thou? Why this is fine, my very looks do whip him. Could I but get the stone from Sisyphus, I'd dash thy brains out; O are you there i'faith, A bed so close with you adulterer, I'll stab your lustful souls with your own knives. O clap, clap, O rare beyond expectation, Hold good heart, do not burst with laughter, Will you not wake, sleep, sleep then your last, Look how they fly i'th' air, I see them see them, Why Ioue, dost mean to let them into heaven, O thouart come down, and gone to hell, Pluto, see Pluto he's afraid of them, O spare my sides, my sides, my sides, the blood O now you touch my ribs: Hay, how he skips, O excellent, whips himself, O sweet Catastrophe, does none see't but I? Clap, clap, again, would all Priam's sons, And daughters were here now to help me laugh. Lash on, lash on Canidia, art thou there? Why grandsire would it were to do again, Nay Aeacus I fear no whipping posts, Laugh'st thou, thou witch? I'll follow thee to hell. THus seeking others, I have lost myself, My friend and father banished, and whilst I Wander to seek them for to ease their woe, I hear more grief proclaimed against my friend, That none must succour, none must give him food, And yet I'll seek him, and should all the laws, That Tyranny should think upon, restrain, I'd draw my blood forth for let him drink, But O what's here? O I have found too son, One which I sought, my Father's wearied soul In sighs hath now expired out itself. Now O ye Sisters, your great task is done, You ne'er untwined what you have once begun. Thus obvious to our Fates t'ourselves unkind, We haste to seek, that which too soon we find. Alas why do our souls too greedy burn, To hasten thither whence we ne'er return, We run to't of ourselves, though death were slow, Should he come tardy, we too soon should go. For the first day that gives us our first breath, Doth make us a day nearer unto death. All this huge world, which now on earth so strive. Tomorrow this time may not be alive. Great Troy is down since Agamemnon fell, Since my dear Father, which but now was well. O art thou come dear friend, for thee I sought, Her's some food yet, in spite of all the laws:
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Dost whisper with the diuells, to torment mee, O how they lash me with their snaky whips, Why Megaera, Megaera, wilt not hold thy hand? Are you there too, Erynnis? hay, all hell, My Grandsire Atreus he stands fighting there, But hee'll ha'th better on't; keep Cerberus keepe, Keepe the fates fast, or all hell breakes loose. Mother I see you, O you are a whore, Did I kill you witch, dost thou lash, dost thou? Why this is fine, my very looks doe whip him. Could I but get the stone from Sysiphus, I'de dash thy braines out; O are you there I faith, A bed so close with you adulterer, I'll stab your lustfull soules with your owne kniues. O clap, clap, O rare beyond expectation, Hold good heart, do not burst with laughter, Will you not wake, sleepe, sleepe then your last, Looke how they flyi'th ayre, I see them see them, Why Ioue, dost meane to let them into heauen, O th'art come downe, and gon to hell, Pluto, see Pluto hee's afraid of them, O spare my sides, my sides, my sides, the blood O now you touch my ribs: Hay, how he skips, O excellent, whips himselfe, O sweet Catastrophy, do's none see't but I? Clap, clap, againe, would all Priams sons, And daughters were here now to helpe me laugh. Lash on, lash on Canidia, arth thou there? Why grandsire would it were to doe againe, Nay Aeacus I feare no whipping posts, Laugh'st thou, thou witch? I'll follow thee to hell. THus seeking others, I haue lost my selfe, My friend and father banisht, and whilst I Wander to seeke them for to ease their woe, I heare more griefe proclam'd against my friend, That none must succor, none must giue him foode, And yet I'll seeke him, and should all the lawes, That Tyranny should thinke vpon, restraine, I'de draw my blood forth for let him drinke, But O what's here? O I haue found too sonne, One which I sought, my Fathers wearied soule In sighes hath now expired out it selfe. Now O ye Sisters, your great taske is done, You ne're vntwinde what you haue once begun. Thus obuious to our Fates t'our selues vnkind, We haste to seeke, that which too soone we finde. Alas why doe our souls too greedy burn, To hasten thither whence we ne're return, We run to't of our selues, though death were slow, Should he come tardy, we too soone should goe. For the first day that giues vs our first breath, Doth make vs a day nearer vnto death. All this huge world, which now on earth so striue. To morrow this time may not be aliue. Great Troy is downe since Agamemnon fell, Since my deare Father, which but now was well. O art thou come deare friend, for thee I sought, Her's some foode yet, in spight of all the lawes: