Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T36: hell, earth, gods, death, ghosts, blood, bloody, heaven, night, ghost.
Ah curst Mortality! So soone put out? And haue I lost the glory of Reuenge, If Fame find greater, as she goes about? This blood, that bloody throte should haue deuour'd: Rage lack'd in this. Where is the place for scorne; Since woes be dead in him, as soone as borne? Flesh is too brittle mould for braue excesse. Yetlet these scraps giue nourishment to Fame; Since Loue, and Rage this modell may expresse. But what is this? Wake I, or doe I dreame? If chang'd; with whom, or into whom am I? Doth Horror dazell sense, or multiply? What world is this? Where's Alaham? where my Sonne? Caine! rise, and tell what Furies raised be. Do'st Thou remaine aliue? And art Thou dead? Who did this deed? None answers. It was I. And am I thus misted to lose Child, Husband, Fame, Honor, Reuenge, my Caine, my Harmes, and Fury too? And cannot harme my selfe, that those harmes to me doe. Must I forgiue thee, Hala! that none else forgiue? Scarce trembling doth my heart conceiue this hatefull deed? Doe eyes behold this worke, and neither weepe, nor bleed? Shall I complaine of Heauen, where fooles lay selfe-despaire? Or Hell shall I inuoke, which ill hath euery where? Shall I remaine aliue, and turne my rage to woe? Shall I distinguish Guilt, where Chance doth ouerthrow? Is Caine no more? Is it no more to loue? Hath Hala's hate made many hearts to bleed, Vpon the ruines of her loue to feed? Furie! art thou so long in getting vp Aboue the mists of poore selfe-pittie Teares? Shall Rage be still a prisoner vnder feares? Looke! here is death: Return'st thou me remorse? Heere my belou'd: Can sighs recall him backe? Here him I loath: Can scorne become his wracke? My selfe yet liue: Must Fury burne without? These were in me: May Nature liue in one? What's due to death? Euen Rage that growes to doubt. Come Infant! Here is Empire. Let vs liue. This worke is mine: Hell thankes, and enuies me; And loe! her Spirits, before I come, I see. Discord, Sedition, Rage, you Furies all! Possesse againe the State, where you beganne: The Woman you; 'Tis we deceiue the Man. Enter vpon this large infernall wombe; Repay your selues; this mould did make you all. Why doe you stay? Leade me the way: I come. Flesh is too weake, it hath satietie; Lust, intermittent here; and Furie, poore; Rage, hath respects; Desires, here weary be. Leaue Man this meane: Let vs liue in excesse; Where power is more, although the ioyes be lesse. This Child is none of mine: I had no part: Beare him I did with loathing, not desire: My wombe perchance did yeeld, but not my heart. With Alaham his father he must dwell: I will goe downe, and change this Ghost with hell.
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Ah curst Mortality! So soone put out? And haue I lost the glory of Reuenge, If Fame find greater, as she goes about? This blood, that bloody throte should haue deuour'd: Rage lack'd in this. Where is the place for scorne; Since woes be dead in him, as soone as borne? Flesh is too brittle mould for braue excesse. Yetlet these scraps giue nourishment to Fame; Since Loue, and Rage this modell may expresse. But what is this? Wake I, or doe I dreame? If chang'd; with whom, or into whom am I? Doth Horror dazell sense, or multiply? What world is this? Where's Alaham? where my Sonne? Caine! rise, and tell what Furies raised be. Do'st Thou remaine aliue? And art Thou dead? Who did this deed? None answers. It was I. And am I thus misted to lose Child, Husband, Fame, Honor, Reuenge, my Caine, my Harmes, and Fury too? And cannot harme my selfe, that those harmes to me doe. Must I forgiue thee, Hala! that none else forgiue? Scarce trembling doth my heart conceiue this hatefull deed? Doe eyes behold this worke, and neither weepe, nor bleed? Shall I complaine of Heauen, where fooles lay selfe-despaire? Or Hell shall I inuoke, which ill hath euery where? Shall I remaine aliue, and turne my rage to woe? Shall I distinguish Guilt, where Chance doth ouerthrow? Is Caine no more? Is it no more to loue? Hath Hala's hate made many hearts to bleed, Vpon the ruines of her loue to feed? Furie! art thou so long in getting vp Aboue the mists of poore selfe-pittie Teares? Shall Rage be still a prisoner vnder feares? Looke! here is death: Return'st thou me remorse? Heere my belou'd: Can sighs recall him backe? Here him I loath: Can scorne become his wracke? My selfe yet liue: Must Fury burne without? These were in me: May Nature liue in one? What's due to death? Euen Rage that growes to doubt. Come Infant! Here is Empire. Let vs liue. This worke is mine: Hell thankes, and enuies me; And loe! her Spirits, before I come, I see. Discord, Sedition, Rage, you Furies all! Possesse againe the State, where you beganne: The Woman you; 'Tis we deceiue the Man. Enter vpon this large infernall wombe; Repay your selues; this mould did make you all. Why doe you stay? Leade me the way: I come. Flesh is too weake, it hath satietie; Lust, intermittent here; and Furie, poore; Rage, hath respects; Desires, here weary be. Leaue Man this meane: Let vs liue in excesse; Where power is more, although the ioyes be lesse. This Child is none of mine: I had no part: Beare him I did with loathing, not desire: My wombe perchance did yeeld, but not my heart. With Alaham his father he must dwell: I will goe downe, and change this Ghost with hell.