Shakespeare, William / Fletcher, John · published 1634 · first performed or written 1613 [1613-1614] (Annals) tragicomedy · King's Men · Blackfriars unassigned nearest T1 Death, grief and revenge · 514 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T1: death, life, dead, die, blood, revenge, soul, father, heart, heaven.
Nay pray you, You talk of feeding me to breed me strength You are going now to look upon a Sun That strengthens what it looks on, there You have a vantage o'er me, but enjoy't till I may enforce my remedy. Farewell. He has mistook; the Beak I meant, is gone After his fancy, 'tis now well-nigh morning, No matter, would it were perpetual night, And darkness Lord o'th' world, Hark 'tis a wolf: In me hath grief slain fear, and but for one thing I care for nothing, and that's Palamon. I wreak not if the wolves would jaw me, so He had this File; what if I hallowd for him? I cannot hauling: i I whooped; what then? If he not answeard, I should call a wolf, And do him but that service. I have heard Strange howls this livelong night, why may't not be They have made prey of him? he has no weapons, He cannot run, the jengling of his Gives Might call fell things to listen, who have in them A sense to know a man unarmed, and can Smell where resistance is. I'll set it down He's torn to pieces, they howld many together And then they feed on him: So much for that, Be bold to ring the Bell; how stand I then? All's charged when he is gone, No, no I lye, My Father's to be hanged for his escape, Myself to beg, if I prized life so much As to deny my act, but that I would not, Should I try death by dussons: I am moped, Food took I none these two days. Sipped some water. I have not closed mine eyes Save when my lids scowrd off their been; alas Dissolve my life, Let not my sense unsettle Lest I should drown, or stab, or hang myself, O state of Nature, fail together in me, Since thy best props are warped: So which way now? The best way is, the next way to a grave: Each errant step beside is torment. Lo The Moon is down, the Cryckets chirp, the Schreichowl Calls in the dawn; all offices are done Save what I fail in: But the point is this An end, and that is all. I should be near the place, hoa. Cosen Palamon. Arcite. The same: I have brought you food and files, Come forth and fear not, here no Theseus. Nor none so honest Arcite. That's no matter, we'll argue that hereafter: Come take courage, You shall not die thus beastly, here Sir drink I know you are faint, then i'll talk further with you. Arcite, thou mightst now poison me. I might. But I must fear you first: Sit down, and good now No more of these vain parleys; let us not Having our ancient reputation with us Make talk for Fools, and Cowards, To your health, &c. Do. Pray sit down then, and let me entreat you By all the honesty and honour in you, No mention of this woman, 'twill disturb us, We shall have time enough.
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Nay pray you, You talke of feeding me to breed me strength You are going now to looke upon a Sun That strengthens what it lookes on, there You have a vantage ore me, but enjoy't till I may enforce my remedy. Farewell. He hs mistooke; the Beake I meant, is gone After his fancy, Tis now welnigh morning, No matter, would it were perpetuall night, And darkenes Lord o'th world, Harke tis a woolfe: In me hath greife slaine feare, and but for one thing I care for nothing, and that's Palamon. I wreake not if the wolves would jaw me, so He had this File; what if I hallowd for him? I cannot hallow: ifI whoop'd; what then? If he not answeard, I should call a wolfe, And doe him but that service. I have heard Strange howles this live-long night, why may't not be They have made prey of him? he has no weapons, He cannot run, the Iengling of his Gives Might call fell things to listen, who have in them A sence to know a man unarmd, and can Smell where resistance is. Ile set it downe He's torne to peeces, they howld many together And then they feed on him: So much for that, Be bold to ring the Bell; how stand I then? All's char'd when he is gone, No, no Ilye, My Father's to be hang'd for his escape, My selfe to beg, if I prizd life so much As to deny my act, but that I would not, Should I try death by dussons: I am mop't, Food tooke I none these two daies. Sipt some water. I have not closd mine eyes Save when my lids scowrd off their bine; alas Dissolue my life, Let not my sence unsettle Least I should drowne, or stab, or hang my selfe, O state of Nature, faile together in me, Since thy best props are warpt: So which way now? The best way is, the next way to a grave: Each errant step beside is torment. Loe The Moone is down, the Cryckets chirpe, the Schreichowl Calls in the dawne; all offices are done Save what I faile in: But the point is this An end, and that is all. I should be neere the place, hoa. Cosen Palamon. Arcite. The same: I have brought you foode and files, Come forth and feare not, her'e sno Theseus. Nor none so honest Arcite. That's no matter, Wee'l argue that hereafter: Come take courage, You shall not dye thus beastly, here Sir drinke I know you are faint, then ile talke further with you. Arcite, thou mightst now poyson me. I might. But I must feare you first: Sit downe, and good now No more of these vaine parlies; let us not Having our ancient reputation with us Make talke for Fooles, and Cowards, To your health, &c. Doe. Pray sit downe then, and let me entreate you By all the honesty and honour in you, No mention of this woman, t'will diurbe us, We shall have time enough.