Heywood, Thomas · published 1636 · first performed or written 1635 [1634-1636] (Annals) tragicomedy · King's Men · Blackfriars unassigned nearest T1 Death, grief and revenge · 495 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T1: death, life, dead, die, blood, revenge, soul, father, heart, heaven.
Oh, my rage! Whether wilt thou transport me? Villain, Dog, False and unworthy and noble style, Scarce th' attribute of man, Oh, Sir, anon I hope you'll have more patience, Patience Devil? Let it flee to th' Antipodes, and we Wraste in wrath and fury, that base lie I'll stab with my stiletto down thy throat, And make thee swallow both. you are now heated: a little pause will cool you. King, 'tis false, Believe him not great Princess, 'tis injust; Unless an Angel should descend and speak't, And for an instance straight produce that Ring. It wins with me no credence. Know you that? Ha, this— I do, and therewithal dare swear That there's no faith in woman. Ha, ha, ha: what thinks he great censorious carper now? That there's not one (give my allegiance leave) I durst suspect even you, since she is fall'n. Ha; what of us? That I have calumnised, Your fame and virtue, that I merit death, That I am now professed Antagonist, (Saving your majesty) to all your sex, That I am weary now the air I breath, And should you grant it Madam, would not live, That I no batter than a Traitor am, And in the highest degree, have injured these, Buy most, your sacred self: if for all these You do not mount me on the public scaffold, I will lay violent hands upon my self: I beg my merited doom, my sentence crave, Which with severest rigour let me have. We limit thee two days for thy repentance, The three's thy death. My Helena prove base? Mount thoughts towards heaven, you have on earth no place. He hath but what he merits. And great prince, Now boast yourself 'bove Brutus, Collatine. Or those most famous for their constant wives, And I myself unequalled and unpeered May on the earth a blazing Comet shine, Seeming 'mongst others terren sole divine. Our trusty friends and subjects henceforth live In our highest grace, and trust: how we will right You that for zeal to us have injured been In our apparent justice shall be seen. You sent for me. I did, to tell thee a word of which no ear is worthy but thine own, I love thee. Possible, vexation should take new shapes to haunt me, you love me, come, this jest might pass upon one of Cupid's fashions, but I being a found Sophister in the art, am too familiar with our fallacies, to credit them or you. Let not your comming betray your folly, though it be common with Ladies, 'twould show very ill a Courtier. I confess I seemed strange to you, till I was acquainted with your worth. How grew that acquaintance, 'twas without my knowledge? Not to dissemble, some impulsive nuntioes have wrought very strangely for you but examine not particulars: suffice, I say I love you and you dare not take my word, I can put you in no better security.
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Oh, my rage! Whether wilt thou transport me? Villaine, Dog, False and unworthy and noble style, Scarce th' attribute of man, Oh, Sir, anon I hope you' I have more patience, Patience Devill? Let it fle to th' Antipodes, and we Wraste in wrath and fury, that base lie I'le ab with my steelet to downe thy throate, And make thee swallow both. you are now heated: a little pawse will coole you. King, 'tis false, Beleeve him not great Princesse, 'tis injust; Vnlesse an Angell should descend and speak't, And for an instance streight produce that Ring. It wins with me no credence. Know you that? Ha, this—I doe, and therewithall dare sweare That there's no faith in woman. Ha, ha, ha: what thinks he great censorious carper now? That there's not one (give my alleageance leave) I durst suspect even you, since she is falne. Ha; what of us? That I have callumnis'd, Your fame and vertue, that I merit death, That I am now profest Antagonist, (Saving your majesty) to all your sex, That I am weary now the ayre I breth, And should you grant it Madam, would not live, That I no batter than a Traytor am, And in the highest degree, have injur'd these, Buy most, your sacred selfe: if for all these You doe not mount me on the publicke seaffold, I will lay violent hands upon my see: I beg my merited doome, my sentence crave, Which with severest rigour let me have. We limit thee two dayes for thy repentance, The third's thy death. My Hellena prove base? Mount thoughts towards heaven, you have on earth no place. He hath but what he merits. And great prince, Now boast your selfe 'bove Brutus, Collatine. Or those most famous for their constant wives, And I my selfe unequal'd and unpeer'd May on the earth a blazing Comet shine, Seeming 'mongst others terren sole divine. Our trusty friends and subjects henceforth live In our highest grace, and trust: how we will right You that for zeale to us have injur'd beene In our apparent justice shall bee seene. You sent for me. I did, to tell thee a word of which no eare is worthy but thine owne, I love thee. Possible, vexation should take new shapes to haunt me, you love me, come, this jeast might passe upon one of Cupids sashions, but I being a found Sophister in the art, am too familiar with our fallacies, to credit them or you. Let not your tomming betray your folly, though it be common with Ladies, twould shew very lin a Courtier. I confesse I seem'd strange to you, till I was acquainted with your worth. How grew that acquaintance, 'twas without my knowledge? Not to dissemble, some impulsive Nuntio's have wrought very strangely for you but examine not particulars: suffice, I say I love you and you dare not take my word, I can put you in no better security.