Heywood, Thomas / Brome, Richard · published 1634 · first performed or written 1634 (Annals) comedy · King's Men · Globe unassigned nearest T1 Death, grief and revenge · 496 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T1: death, life, dead, die, blood, revenge, soul, father, heart, heaven.
I hope I never bargained for that fire, Further than penitent tears have power to quench. I would see some of them. You behold them now. (If you look on me with charitable eyes) Tinctured in blood, blood issuing from the heart, Sir I am sorry; when I look towards Heaven I beg a gracious Pardon; when on you methinks your Native goodness should not be Less pitiful than they: 'gainst both I have erred, From both I beg atonement. May I presume't? I kneel to both your Mercies. Know'st thou what a Witch is? Alas, None better, Or after mature recollection can be More sad to think on't. Tell me, are those tears As full of true hearted penitence, As mine of sorrow, to behold what state What desperate state thouart fall'n in. Sir they are. Rise, and as I do, so heaven pardon me; We all offend, but from such falling off, Defend us. Well, I do remember wife, When I first took thee, 'twas for good and bad; O change thy bad to good, that I may keep thee, As then we past our faiths, till Death us sever. I will not aggravate thy grief too much, By Needles iteration: Robin hereafter Forget thou hast a tongue, if the least Syllable Of what hath passed be rumoured, you lose me; But if I find you faithful, you gain me ever. A match sir, you shall find me as mute as if I had the Bridle still in my mouth. O woman thou hadst need to weep thyself Into a fountain, such a penitent spring As may have power to quench invisible flames In which my eyes shall aid; too little all, If not too little, all's forgiven, forgot; Only thus much remember, thou hadst extermined thyself out of the blessed society Of Saints and Angels, but on thy repentance I take thee to my Bosom, once again, My wife, sister, and daughter: saddle my Gelding, Some business that may hold me for two days Calls me aside. I shall Sir, well now my Mistress hath promised to give over her Witchery, I hope though I still continue her man, yet she will make me no more her journeyman; to prevent which the first thing I do shall be to burn the Bridle, and then away with the Witch. Sir you have done a right noble courtesy, which deserves a memory, as long as the name of friendship can bear mention. What I have done, I ha'done, if it be well, 'tis well, I do not like the bouncing of good Offices, if the little care I have taken shall do these poor people good, I have my end in't, and so my reward. Now Gentlemen, you seem very serious. 'Tis true we are so, but you are welcome to the knowledge of our affairs. How does thine Uncle and Aunt, Gregory and his sister, the Families of Seelyes agree yet, can you tell?
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I hope I never bargain'd for that fire, Further then penitent teares have power to quench. I would see some of them. You behold them now. (If you looke on me with charitable eyes) Tinctur'd in blood, blood issuing from the heart, Sir I am sorry; when I looke towards Heaven I beg a gracious Pardon; when on you Me thinkes your Native goodnesse should not be Lesse pittifull than they: 'gainst both I have err'd, From both I beg attonement. May I presum't? I kneele to both your Mercies. Know'st thou what a VVitch is? Alas, None better, Or after mature recollection can be More sad to thinke on't. Tell me, are those teares As full of true hearted penitence, As mine of sorrow, to behold what state What desperate state th'art falne in. Sir they are. Rise, and as I doe, so heaven pardon me; We all offend, but from such falling off, Defend us. Well, I doe remember wife, When I first tooke thee, 'twas for good and bad; O change thy bad to good, that I may keep thee, As thn we past our faiths, till Death us sever. I will not aggravate thy griefe too much, By Needles iteration: Robin hereafter Forget thou hast a tongue, if the least Syllable Of what hath past be rumour'd, you loose me; But if I finde you faithfull, you gaine me ever. A match sir, you shall finde me as mute as if I had the Bridle still in my mouth. O woman thou had'st need to weepe thy selfe Into a fountaine, such a penitent spring As may have power to quench invisible flames In which my eyes shall ayd; too little all, If not too little, all's forgiven, forgot; Only thus much remember, thou had'st extermin'd Thy selfe out of the blest society Of Saints and Angels, but on thy repentance I take thee to my Bosome, once againe, My wife, sister, and daughter: saddle my Gelding, Some businesse that may hold me for two dayes Calls me aside. I shall Sir, well now my Mistresse hath promis'd to give over her Witchery, I hope though I still continue her man, yet she will make me no more her journey-man; to prevent which the first thing I doe shall be to burne the Bridle, and then away with the Witch. Sir you have done a right noble courtesie, which deserves a memory, as long as the name of friendship can beare mention. What I have done, I ha'done, if it be well, 'tis well, J doe not like the bouncing of good Offices, if the little care I have taken shall doe these poore people good, I have my end in't, and so my reward. Now Gentlemen, you seeme very serious. 'Tis true we are so, but you are welcome to the knowledge of our affayres. How does thine Vncle and Aunt, Gregory and his sister, the Families of Seelyes agree yet, can you tell?