Gascoigne, George / Kinwelmershe, Francis / Yelverton, ChristopherEuripides / Dolce, Lodovico · published 1573 · first performed or written 1566 (Annals) tragedy unassigned nearest T40 Sin, guilt and violent loss within famil · 521 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T40: brother, death, life, die, heaven, sin, live, father, blood, soul.
" Repress dear son, those raging storms of wrath, That so bedim the eyes of thine intent, But when disdains shrunk, or set aside, And mind of man with leisure can discourse " What seemly words his tale may best beseem, And that the 〈◊〉 unfolds without affects " Then may proceed an answer sage and grave, And every sentence sawst with soberness: Wherefore unbend thine angry brows dear child, And cast thy rolling eyes none other way, That here dost not Medusa's face behold, But him, even him, thy blood and brother dear. And thou behold, my Polynices eke, Thy brother's face, wherein when thou mayst see Thine own image, remember therewithal, That what offence thou wouldst to him were done, The blows thereof rebound unto thyself. And hereof eke, I would you both forewarn, When friends or brethren, kinsfolk or allies, (Whose hasty hearts some angry mood had moved) Be face to face by some of pity brought, Who seeks to end their discord and debate: They only ought consider well the cause For which they come, and cast out of their mind For evermore the old offences passed: So shall sweet peace drive pleading out of place Wherefore the first shall Polynices be, To tell what reason first his mind did rule, That thus our walls with foreign foes enclosed In sharp revenge of causeless wrongs received, As he allegeth by his brother's doom: And of this wicked woe and dire debate, Some god of pity be the equal judge, Whom I beseech, to breathe in both your breasts A yielding heart to deep desire of peace. " My worthy dame, I find that tried truth Doth best beseem a simple naked tale, " Ne needs to be with painted process pricked, That in herself hath no diversity, " But always shows one undisguised face, Where deep deceit and lies must seek the shade, " And wrap their words in guileful eloquence, As ever fraught with contrariety: So have I often said, and say again, That to avoid our father's foul reproach And bitter curse, I parted from this land With right good will, yet thus with him agreed, That while the whirling wings of flying time Might roll one year about the heavenly sphere, So long alone he might with peace possess Our father's seat in princely diadem, And when the year should eke his course renew, Might I succeed to rule again as long. And that this law might still be kept for aye, He bound himself by vow of solemn oath By Gods, by men, by heaven, and eke by earth: Yet that forgot, without all reverence Unto the Gods, without respect to right, Without respect that reason ought to rule, His faith and troth both trodden under foot, He still usurps most tyrantlike with wrong The right that doth of right to me belong. But if he can with equal doom consent, That I return into my native soil To sway with him alike the kingly seat And evenly bear the bridle both in hand, Dear mother mine I swear by all the Gods
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"Represse deare son, those reging stormes of wrath, "That so bedimme the eyes of thine intente, "☞But when disdaynes shrunke, or sette asyde, "And mynde of man with lysure can discourse "What séemely woordes his tale may best , "And that the vnfoldes without affectes "Then may proceed an answere sage and graue, "And euery sentenc with sobernesse: Wherfore vnbende thyne browes de are hylde, And caste thy rolling eyes none other waye, That here doost not Medusaes face beholde, But him, euen him, thy blood and brother deare. And thou beholde, my Polinices eke, Thy brothers face, wherin when thou mayst sée Thine owne image, remember therwithall, That what offence thou woldst to him were done, The blowes therof rebounde vnto thy selfe. And hereof eke, I would you both fore warne, When frendes or brethren, kinsfolke or allies, (Whose hastie heartes some angrie moode had moued) Be face to face by some of pitie brought, Who séekes to ende their discorde and debate: They onely ought consider well the cause For which they come, and cast out of their mynde For euermore the olde offences past: So shall swete peace driue pleading out of place Wherfore the first shall Polinices be, To tell what reason firste his mynde did rule, That thus our walles with forrein foes enclosde In sharpe reuenge of causelesse wrongs receiu'd, As he alledgeth by his brothers doome: And of this wicked woe and dire debate, Some god of pitie be the equall iudge, Whome I beséeche, to breath in both your breasts A yelding hearte to déepe desire of peace. "My woorthie dame, I fynde that tryed truthe "Doth beste beséeme a simple naked tale, "Ne néedes to be with painted proces prickt, "That in hir selfe hath no diuersitie▪ "But alwayes shewes one vndisguysed face, "Where déepe deceipt and lyes muste séeke the shade, "And wrap their wordes in guilefull eloquence, "As euer fraught with contrarietie: So haue I often sayde, and say agayne, That to auoide our fathers foule reproche And bitter curse, I parted from this lande With right good will, yet thus with him agréed, That while the whirling wyngs of flying time Might roll one yeare aboute the heauenly spheare, So long alone he might with peace possesse Our fathers seate in princely diademe, And when the yeare should eke his course renue, Might I succéede to rule againe as long. And that this lawe might stil be kept for aye, He bound him selfe by vowe of solemne oth By Gods, by men, by heauen, and eke by earth: Yet that forgot, without all reuerence Unto the Gods, without respect to right, Without respecte that reason ought to rule, His faith and troth both troden vnder foote, He still vsurps most tyrantlike with wrong The right that doth of right to me belong. But if he can with equall doome consent, That I retourne into my natiue soile To sway with him alyke the kingly seate And euenly beare the bridle both in hand, Deare mother mine I sweare by all the Gods