Heywood, Thomas · published 1636 · first performed or written 1635 [1634-1636] (Annals) tragicomedy · King's Men · Blackfriars T20 Hercules: labours, suffering and virtue typicality 0.77 · 499 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T20: hercules, hercles, ioue, deianeira, alcides, hand, lo, death, skies, hell.
Enough, you are ours: part with this carcanet? Not for a World: I have project too in that: be rivaled by a petty English Dame? Knew I the large earth did my equal give, Rather than brook her sight, I'd cease to live. SIr from a bondman, you have cast me into a free mould, almost new made me, yet what your purpose is, I cannot gather, I am still yours; Is't your intention to prank me up, to make me fit for death, or feed me till I be in some good plight, the better to fat your own revenge? What I purpose to myself, I still keep in myself, What you have found hitherto, speak, and when you Find yourself pinched, then freely complain. The face of your kind visage yet looks smooth, I spy in it no wrinkle; But my friend, How have you dealt by him? As he deserves, no further, pray inquire him. If he perish, I am swept from off the earth too, with my sister, He next my heart sits unmoveable: pray what service Will you command me now? None: yet some love I shall entreat, withal, a grace from you, I have a Mistress, unto whom I purpose A friendly visitation, to which duty, I entreat you as a witness. I am yours. I hear say Bonavida's returned: And intends to visit thee, for having failed in all his Foreign purposes: he means, upon those thy pillars, as Hercules did upon his, to write Nonultra, think'st thou not so girl? my further honour still. To see what a virtue lives in this Spanish continent, especially amongst yellow-haired wenches; Iason, when he went in quest of the Golden-Fleece, found it in Spain, there's a Moral in that, and that great Hercules, so talked on amongst the Greeks, after all his travels through Asia, Afrique, and Europe, coming to this Country, into the Island called Calis; he that, unless Poets lie, lay with Fifty Ladies in one night, and got Nine and forty Boys, marry I must tell you, the last was a Girl; was there so tired with one woman; that he gave over all his travels, retired home to his Country, like a man taken down, and in memory of his adventure: where he reared his pillar, writ that most methodical Motto you speak of; No further. My daughter is an apt, and witty lass: I know her apprehensive, and well-brained: My further honour still. Noble Madam, I have brought a stranger, and an Englishman, To give you visitation. A worthy stranger, a bold villain too, My further honour still. To whom, Petrocella? As to a Gentleman to me Entired, I beg from you all the best compliment, Due unto my long service. Why, what's he? This man, do you mean? Yes he, that fellow there. Fellow, to whom; he hath not his in Spain, Nay, I might have took a larger bound, And not have passed my limit; fellow, villain?
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Inough, you are ours: part with this Carkane? Not for a World: I have project too in that: Bee rival'd by a petty English Dame? Knew I the large earth did my equall give, Rather then brooke her sight, Ide cease to live. SIr from a bond-man, you have cast me into a free mould, almost new made mee, yet what your purpose is, I cannot gather, I am still yours; Is't your intention to pranke mee up, to make me fit for death, or feede mee till I be in some good plight, the better to fatt your owne revenge? What I purpose to my selfe, I still keepe in my selfe, What you have found hitherto, speake, and when you Find your selfe pinch'd, then freely complaine. The face of your kind visage yet lookes smooth, I spie in it no wrinckle; But my friend, How have you dealt by him? As hee deserues, no further, pray inquire him. If hee perish, I am swept from off the earth too, with my sister, Hee next my heart sits unmoveable: pray what service Will you command me now? None: yet some love I shall intreate, withall, a grace from you, I have a Mistris, unto whom I purpose A friendly visitation, to which duty, I intreate you as a witnesse. I am yours. I heare say Bonavidaes return'd: And intends to visit thee, for having fail'd in all his Forraine purposes: hee meanes, upon those thy pillars, as Hercules did upon his, to write Nonultra, think'st thou not so girle? my further honor still. To see what a vertue lives in this Spanish continent, especially amongst yellow-hayr'd wenches; Iason, when hee went in quest of the Golden-Fleece, found it in Spaine, there's a Morrall in that, and that great Hercules, so talk'd on amongst the Greekes, after all his travells through Asia, Africke, and Europe, comming to this Countrey, into the Iland call'd Calis; hee that, unlesse Poets lie, lay with Fifty Ladies in one night, and got Nine and forty Boyes, marry I must tell you, the last was a Girle; was there so tyred with one woman; that hee gave over all his travells, retyr'd home to his Countrey, like a man taken downe, and in memory of his adventure: where hee reated his pillar, writ that most methodicall Motto you speake of; No further. My daughter is an apt, and wittie lasse: I know her apprehensive, and well-brayn'd: My further honour still. Noble Madam, I have brought a stranger, and an English-man, To give you visitation. A worthy stranger, a bold villaine too, My further honour still. To whom, Petrocella? As to a Gentleman to mee Intyr'd, I begge from you all the best complement, Du unto my long service. Why, what's hee? This man, doe you meane? Yes hee, that fellow there. Fellow, to whom; he hath not his in Spaine, Nay, I might have tooke a larger bound, And not have past my limitt; fellow, villaine?