Gascoigne, George / Kinwelmershe, Francis / Yelverton, ChristopherEuripides / Dolce, Lodovico · published 1573 · first performed or written 1566 (Annals) tragedy unassigned nearest T34 Thebes and royal catastrophe: siege, sla · 482 words
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O simple wench, O fond and foolish girl, Beware, beware, thy tears do not foretell Some sign of hard mishap unto thy marriage. No, no for Haemon will I never wed. Dost thou refuse the marriage of my son? I will nor him, nor any other wed. Against thy will then must I thee constrain. If thou me force, I swear thou shalt repent. What canst thou cause that I should once repent. With bloody knife I can this knot unknit. And what a fool were thou to kill thyself? I will ensue some worthy woman's steps. Speak out Antigone, that I may hear. This hardy hand shall soon dispatch his life. O simple fool, and darest thou be so bold? Why should I dread to do so doughty deed? And wherefore dost thou wedlock so despise? In cruel exile for to follow him. What others might beseem, beseems not thee. If need require, with him eke will I die. Depart, depart, and with thy father die, Rather than kill my child with bloody knife: Go hellish monster, go out of the town. Daughter, I must commend thy noble heart. Father, I will never come in company And you alone wander in wilderness. O yes dear daughter, leave thou me alone Amid my plagues: be merry while thou mayst. And who shall guide these aged feet of yours, That banished been, in blind necessity? I will endure, as fatal lot me drives, Resting these crooked sorry sides of mine Where so the heavens shall lend me harborough. And in exchange of rich and stately towers, The woods, the wilderness, the darksome dens shallbe the bower of mine unhappy bones. O father, now where is your glory gone? " One happy day did raise me to renown, One hapless day hath thrown mine honour down. Yet will I bear a part of your mishaps. That sitteth not amid thy pleasant years. " Dear father yes, let youth give place to age. Where is thy mother? let me touch her face, That with these hands I may yet feel the harm That these blind eyes forbid me to behold. Here father, here her corpse, here put your hand. O wife, O mother, O both woeful names, O woeful mother, and O woeful wife, O would to God, alas, O would to God Thou near had been my mother, nor my wife. But where lie now the paled bodies two, Of mine unlucky sons, Oh where be they? Lo here they lie one by another dead. Stretch out this hand, dear daughter, stretch this hand Upon their faces. Lo father, here, lo, now you touch them both. O bodies dear, O bodies dearly bought Unto your father, bought with high mishap. O lovely name of my dear Pollinice, Why can I not of cruel Creon crave, Ne with my death now purchase thee a grave?
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O simple wench, O fonde and foolishe girle, Beware, beware, thy teares do not foretell Some signe of hard mishap vnto thy mariage. No, no for Hemone will I neuer wed. Dost thou refuse the mariage of my sonne? I will nor him, nor any other wed. Against thy will then must I thée constraine. If thou me force, I sweare thou shalt repent. What canst thou casue that I should once repent▪ With bloudy knife I can this knot vnknit. And what a foole were thou to kill thy selfe? I will ensue some worthie womans steppes. Speake out Antigone, that I may heare. This hardie hand shall soone dispatche his life. O simple foole, and darst thou be so bolde? Why should I dread to doe so doughtie deede? And wherfore dost thou wedlocke so despise? In cruell exile for to folow him. What others might befeme, besemes not thée. If néede require, with him eke will I dye. Depart, depart, and with thy father dye, Rather than kill my childe with bloudie knife: Go hellishe monster, go out of the towne. Daughter, I must commend thy noble heart. Father, I will neuer come in company And you alone wander in wildernesse. O yes deare daughter, leaue thou me alone Amid my plagues: be mery while thou maist. And who shall guide these aged féete of yours, That banisht bene, in blind necessitie? I will endure, as fatall lot me driues, Resting these crooked sory sides of mine Where so the heauens shall lend me harborough. And in exchange of riche and stately toures, The woodes, the wildernesse, the darkesome dennes Shalbe the bowre of mine vnhappy bones. O father, now where is your glory gone? "One happy day did raise me to renoune, "One haplesse day hath throwne mine honor downe. Yet will I beare a part of your mishappes. That sitteth not amid thy pleasant yeares. "Deare father yes, let youth giue place to age. Where is thy mother? let me touche hir face, That with these hands I may yet féele the harme That these blind eyes forbid me to beholde. Here father, here hir corps, here put your hand. O wife, O mother, O both wofull names, O wofull mother, and O wofull wyfe, O woulde to God, alas, O woulde to God Thou nere had bene my mother, nor my wyfe. But where lye nowe the paled bodies two, Of myne vnluckie sonnes, Oh where be they? Lo here▪ they lye one by an other deade. Stretch out this hand, dere daughter, stretch this hande Upon their faces. Loe father, here, lo, nowe you touche them both. O bodies deare, O bodies dearely boughte Unto your father, bought with high missehap. O louely name of my deare Pollinice, Why can I not of cruell Creon craue, Ne with my death nowe purchase thée a graue?