Rowley, William · published 1638 · first performed or written 1608 [1607-1609] (Annals) romance · Prince Charles's Men (first) · Red Bull T38 Death, parting and grief at court typicality 0.85 · 500 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T38: queen, king, death, dead, heart, life, die, lord, royal, news.
AWay, stand off, prop not a falling Castle with Your weak strength, 'tis sinful Charity, and Desperate folly to meet a mischief, whose Entertainment is assured destruction: leave me I pray safeguard your own lives. Oh Royal Sir, 'tis you that do despair, Wounds are not always mortal. Dear sir let them be dressed: You tire me out of breath with vain delays, as well May you give life unto a stone, a senseless statue; My life's but lent to bid you shun your deaths, and in that too heaven's mercy is miraculous, yet you will not hear me: Again I charge you as a King; yet none regards Declining Majesty; then as a husband, and a Father here; Dost thou love me? Approve it in my death, if thou mistrust it Alured. Have you duty, you Phoenix of my age, for though Two persons be distinguishable, yet ought there be but one Combined heart in your fraternal union, your knees promise. Our duties are much lower. Then here I charge ye for to leave the Field, Fly from death, he's now in pursuit of ye: Fly from the Tyrant, for this unhappy day Those bloody Persecutors Maximinus, and Dioclesian, Display their by necked Eagle over Britain, While she lies under as a bleeding prey, One Talon here is fastened. Fly Noble Princes, we have stood out the utmost Of the day, till hope had lost his anchorage, Therefore fly, and seek some other day for victory. How fares the King? e'en one the verge of Bliss, O dear Amphiabell. Noble Sir Hugh, what more could I have wished, than breath To thank your kind assistance in this hapless day: Oh take an equal jointure with my Sons, from this cold Oracle All I bequeath is Counsel for your safety, fly the slaughter, For dying men are half Prophetical, if you abide A longer stay you fall: oh do not make me guilty of your deaths That drew you hither to expire your breaths, this path I Progress but avoid my way, you need not haste To an assured danger: Farewell my love, my blessing here Shall fall, perform my will, else Fate avert it all: Thou canst not boast grim death: I did not yield, Nor fell by Agues, but like a King i'th' field. ay me distressed Queen. Your grief's incurable, remember the will of your dead Lord, And be a good Executrix, fly from pursuing danger: And you Royal youths must seek some shelter to secure Your lives; away, 'tis all our Fates. I could better die on him that slew my Father. Take my company in that, dear Brother. So make a Mother prove unnatural, I will defend the foe Through this breast you pass unto him, have ye forgot your Father? No, we'll revenge his death: And kill your Mother first. What think ye Princes, that we left behind The smallest atom of a seeming hope, when we Forsook the field, you'll not think so?
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AWay, stand off, prop not a falling Castle with Your weake strength, tis sinfull Charity, and Desperate folly to meet a mischiefe, whose Entertainment is assur'd destruction: leave me I pray savegard your owne lives. Oh Royall Sir, tis you that doe dispaire, Wounds are not alwaies mortall. Deare sir let them be drest: You tire me out of breath with vaine delaies, as well May you give life unto a stone, a sencelesse statue; My lifes but lent to bid you shun your deaths, and in that too Heavens mercy is miraculous, yet you will not heare me: Agen I charge you as a King; yet none regards Declining Majesty; then as a husband, and a Father here; Dost thou love me? Approve it in my death, if thou mistrust it Allured. Have you duty, you Phaenix of my age, for though Two persons be distinguishable, yet ought there be but one Combined heart in your fraternall union, your knees promise. Our duties are much lower. Then here I charge yee for to leave the Field, Fly from death, hee's now in persuite of yee: Fly from the Tyrant, for this unhappy day Those bloody Persecutors Maximinus, and Dioclesian, Display their by neckt Eagle over Brittaine, While she lyes under as a bleeding prey, One Talent here is fastned. Fly Noble Princes, wee have stood out the utmost Of the day, till hope had lost his anchorage, Therefore fly, and seeke some other day for victory. How fares the King? Ene one the Virge of Blisse, O deare Amphiabell. Noble Sir Hugh, what more could I have wisht, then breath To thanke your kind assistance in this haplesse day: Oh take an equall jonyter with my Sonnes, from this cold Oracle All I bequeath is Counsell for your safety, fly the slaughter, For dying men are halfe Propheticall, if you abide A longer stay you fall: oh doe not make me guilty of your deaths That drew you hither to expire your breaths, this path I Progresse but avoyde my way, you neede not haste To an assured danger: Farewell my love, my blessing here Shall fall, performe my will, else Fate avert it all: Thou canst not boast grim death: I did not yeeld, Nor fell by Agues, but like a King ith' field. Aye me distressed Queene. Your griefe's incurable, remember the will of your dead Lord, And be a good Executrix, fly from persuing danger: And you Royall youths must seeke some shelter to secure Your lives; away, tis all our Fates. I could better dye on him that slew my Father. Take my company in that, deare Brother. So make a Mother prove unnaturall, I will defend the foe Through this breast you passe unto him, have yee forgot your Father? No, wee'l reveng his death: And kill your Mother first. What thinke yee Princes, that we left behind The smallest attome of a seeming hope, when wee Forsooke the field, youle not thinke so?