Heywood, Thomas · published 1636 · first performed or written 1635 [1634-1636] (Annals) tragicomedy · King's Men · Blackfriars unassigned nearest T32 Rings and jewels as tokens · 467 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T32: ring, ti, gave, finger, jewel, lady, lord, love, invisible, away.
Give me thy oath of that. I can, and dare. And I as willingly, That I was never second to a man, In any such false business. Let them swear. They shall. we will. This is a conflict worse. Then in the sad duel 'tween death and life, When neither's certain, both in difficulty, As it is now with me I pray ha' done That I were posted to your Country, there To finish all my Travels. Both have sworn: And Princes, as you hope to crown your heads With that perpetual wreath, which shall last ever, Cast on a poor dejected innocent Virgin Your eyes, of grace and pity: what sin is't? Or who can be the patron to such evil? That a poor innocent Maid, spotless in thought, And pure in heart, borne without spleen and gall: That never injured creature: never had heart To think of wrong, or ponder injury; That such a one in her white innocence, Striving to live peculiar in the compass Of her own virtues, Notwithstanding these Should be sought out by strangers, persecuted Made infamous, even there where she was made For imitation, hissed at in her Country, Abandoned of her mother, kindred, friends: Depraved in foreign Climes, scorned everywhere, And even in PRINCE's Courts, reputed vile: O pity, pity this. Thou speak'st enigmas woman, and haste need To find a Sphinx to explain them. Then behold. The strangest calling imposed on me That ere was laid on Virgin; I am she For whom this noble Sir hath undertook. And wrongly stands convicted, this that body So stained and sullied by these barbarous tongues, That even in scolding lies justice, for heaven Hath forced them to swear truth, they never saw me, How am I then polluted gracious Queen? How can such find competitors in virtue, That will not give it countenance: had those murdered me, As they have killed my same and havocked that, A pitied and crowned martyr I had died, That am in censure now, a condemned heretic, And mere Apostate to all womanhood; And what I ever made my precedent, Sincerity and goodness: Villains blush, And Sir, out gaze their falsehood, Queen be just; lest in the ocean of that prize you steal, You shipwreck all your glories. 'Tis most strange: We know you not, Give us some lively instance, y'are the woman. How should I know that Ring to be the same Of which my credulous maid was by these two Cheated and robbed, most treacherously betrayed; That carcanet you wear, peruse it well, Hath both my name and picture. Marks sufficient To prove me no imposter. Doth your guilt. Bow you so low already? let your penitence There stay you, lest your sin's weight cleave the earth, And sink you down to hell.
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Give me thy oath of that. I can, and dare. And I as willingly, That I was never second to a man, In any such false businesse. Let them sweare. They shall. Wee will. This is a conflict worse. Then in the sad Duell'tweene death and life, When neither's certaine, both in difficulty, As it is now with me I pray ha done That I were posted to your Country, there To finish all my Travells. Both have sworne: And Princes, as you hope to crowne your heads With that perpetuall wreath, which shall last ever, Cast on a poore dejected innocent Virgine Your eies, of grace and pitty: what sinne is't? Or who can be the patron to such evill? That a poore innocent Maid, spotlesse in thought, And pure in heart, borne without spleene and gall: That never injur'd creature: never had heart To thinke of wrong, or ponder injurie; That such a one in her white innocence, Striving to live peculiar in the compasse Of her owne vertues, Notwithstanding these Should be sought out by strangers, persacured Made infamous, even there where she was made For imitation, hist at in her Country, Abandoned of her mother, kindred, friends: Deprav'd in forren Climes, scorn'd every where, And even in Princes Courts, reputed vile: O pitty, pitty this. Thou speak'st Enigma's woman, and hast neede To finde a Sphinx to explaine them. Then behold. The strangest calling impos'd on me That ere was laid on Virgin; I am shee For whom this noble Sir hath undertooke. And wrongly stands convicted, this that body So stain'd and fullied by these barbarous tongues, That even in scolding lies justice, for heav'n Hath forc't them to sweare truth, they never saw me, How am I then polluted gratious Queene? How can such finde competitours in vertue, That will not give it countenance: had those murdred me, As they have kild my same and havock't that, A pittied and crown'd martyr I had dy'de, That am in censure now, a condemn'd heretick, And meere Apostate to all woman-hood; And what I ever made my President, Sincerity and goodnesse: Villeines blush, And Sir, out gaze their falshood, Queene bee just; Least in the Occan of that prize you steale, You shipwracke all your glories. 'Tis most strange: We know you not, Give us some lively instance, y'are the woman. How should I know that Ring to be the same Of which my credulous maide was by these two Cheated and rob'd, most treacherously betrai'd; That Carkanet you weare, peruse it well, Hath both my name and picture. Markes sufficient To prove me no imposter. Doth your guilt. Bow you so low already? let your penitence There stay you, least your sinnes weight cleave the earth, And sinke you downe to hell.