Shakespeare, William / Fletcher, John · published 1634 · first performed or written 1613 [1613-1614] (Annals) tragicomedy · King's Men · Blackfriars unassigned nearest T34 Thebes and royal catastrophe: siege, sla · 494 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T34: thebes, antigone, polynices, creon, eteocles, war, theban, gods, dear, country.
Banished the kingdom? 'tis a benefit, A mercy I must thank 'em for, but banished The free enjoying of that face I die for, Oh 'twas a studied punishment, a death Beyond Imagination: Such a vengeance That were I old and wicked, all my sins Could never pluck upon me. Palamon; Thou hast the Start now, thou shalt stay and see Her bright eyes break each morning 'gainst thy window, And let in life into thee; thou shalt feed Upon the sweetness of a noble beauty, That nature ne'er exceeded, nor ne'er shall: Good gods? what happiness has Palamon? Twenty to one, he'll come to speak to her, And if she be as gentle, as she's fair, I know she's his, he has a Tongue will tame Tempests, and make the wild Rocks wanton. Come what can come, The worst is death; I will not leave the Kingdom, I know mine own, is but a heap of ruins, And no redress there, if I go, he has her. I am resolved an other shape shall make me, Or end my fortunes. Either way, I am happy: I'll see her, and be near her, or no more. My Masters, i'll be there that's certain. And I'll be there. And I. Why then have with ye Boys; 'tis but a chiding, Let the plough play to day, i'll tick'lt out Of the lads tails to morrow. I am sure To have my wife as jealous as a Turkey: But that's all one, i'll go through, let her mumble. Clap her aboard to morrow night, and stoa her, And all's made up again. ay, do but put a feskue in her fist, and you shall see her Take a new lesson out, and be a good wench. Do we all hold, against the Maying? Hold? what should ail us? Arcas will be there. And Sennois. And Rycas, and 3. better lads ne'er dancd under green Tree, And yet know what wenches: ha? But will the dainty Domine, the Schoolmaster keep touch Do you think: for he does all ye know. he'll eat a hornbook ere he fail: go too, the matter's too far driven between him, and the Tanner's daughter, to let slip now, and she must see the Duke, and she must dance too. Shall we be lusty. All the Boys in Athens blow wind i'th' breech on's, and here i'll be and there i'll be, for our Town, and here again, and there again: ha, Boys, heigh for the weavers. This must be done i'th' woods. O pardon me. By any means our thing of learning sees so: where he himself will edify the Duke most parlously in our behalfs: he's excellent i'th' woods, bring him toth' plains, his learning makes no cry: we'll see the sports, than every man to's Tackle: and Sweet Companions le's rehearse by any means before The Ladies see us, and do sweetly, and God knows what May come on't.
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Banishd the kingdome? tis a benefit, A mercy I must thanke 'em for, but banishd The free enjoying of that face I die for, Oh twasa stud died punishment, a death Beyond Imagination: Such a vengeance That were I old and wicked, all my sins Could never pluck upon me. Palamon; Thou ha'st the Start now, thou shalt stay and see Her bright eyes breake each morning gainst thy window, And let in life into thee; thou shalt feede Vpon the sweetenes of a noble beauty, That nature nev'r exceeded, nor nev'r shall: Good gods? what happines has Palamon? Twenty to one, hee'le come to speake to her, And if she be as gentle, as she's faire, I know she's his, he has a Tongue will tame Tempe sts, and make the wild Rockes wanton. Come what can come' The worst is death; I will not leave the Kingdome, I know mine owne, is but a heape of ruins, And no redresse there, if I goe, he has her. I am resolu'd an other shape shall make me, Or end my fortunes. Either way, I am happy: Ile see her, and be neere her, or no more. My Masters, ile be there that's certaine. And Ile be there. And . Why then have with ye Boyes; Tis but a chiing, Let the plough play to day, ile tick'lt out Of the lades tailes to morrow. I am sure To have my wife as jealous as a Turkey: But that's all one, ile goe through, let her mumble. Clap her aboard to morrow night, and stoa her, And all's made up againe. I, doe but put a feskue in her fist, and you shall see her Take a new lesson out, and be a good wench. Doe we all hold, against the Maying? Hold? what should aile us? Arcas will be there. And Sennois. And Rycas, and 3. better lads nev'r dancd under green Tree, And yet know what wenches: ha? But will the dainty Domine, the Schoolemaster keep touch Doe you thinke: for he do's all ye know. Hee'l eate a hornebooke ere he faile: goe too, the matter's too farre driven betweene him, and the Tanners daughter, to let slip now, and she must see the Duke, and she must dance too. Shall we be lusty. All the Boyes in Athens blow wind i'th bch on's, and heere ile be and there ile be, for our Towne, and here againe, and there againe: ha, Boyes, heigh for the weavers. This must be done i'th woods. O pardon me. By any meanes our thing of learning sees so: where he himselfe will the Duke most paously in our behalfes: hees excellent i'th woods, bring him to'th plaines, his learning makes no cry: Weele see the sports, then every man to's Tackle: and Sweete Companions lets rehearse by any meanes before The Ladies se us, and doe sweetly, and God knows what May come on't.