Gascoigne, George / Kinwelmershe, Francis / Yelverton, ChristopherEuripides / Dolce, Lodovico · published 1575 · first performed or written 1566 (Annals) tragedy T34 Thebes and royal catastrophe: siege, sla typicality 0.85 · 488 words · other edition — not in the analysis
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T34: thebes, antigone, polynices, creon, eteocles, war, theban, gods, dear, country.
This truce assureth thee Polynices, And makes thee bold to give such boasting words: So be thou sure, that had this truce not been, Then long erethis, these hands had been imbrued, And eke this soil besprinkled with thy blood. Not one small drop of my blood shalt thou spill, But buy it dear against thy cankered william. O sons, my sons, for pity yet refrain. Good Gods, who ever saw so strange a sight? True love and friendship both be put to flight. Yield villain, yield my right which thou witholdst. Cut of thy hope to reign in Theban walls, Naught hast thou here, nor naught shall ever have, Away. O altars of my country soil. Whom thou art come to spoil and to deface. O Gods, give ear unto my honest cause. With foreign power his country to invade. O holy temples of the heavenly Gods. That for thy wicked deeds do hate thy name Out of my kingdom am I driven by force. Out of the which thou camest me for to drive. Punish O Gods this wicked tyrant here. Pray to the Gods in Greece and not in Thebes. Not savage beast so cruel nor unjust. Not cruel to my country like to thee. Since from my right I am with wrong deprived. Eke from thy life if long thou tarry here. O father hear what injuries I take. As though thy devilish deeds were hid from him. And you mother. Have done thou not deservest With that false tongue thy mother once to name. O dear City. When thou arivest in Greece, Choose out thy dwelling in some musty Moors. I must depart, and parting must I praise O dear mother the depth of your good william. O son. Away I say out of these walls. I can not choose but must thy will obey, Yet grant me once my father for to see. I hear no prayers of my enemy. Where be my sweet sisters? And canst thou yet With shameless tongue once name thy noble race That art become a common foe to Thebes? Be sure thou shall them never see again, Nor other friend that in these walls remain. Rest you in peace, O worthy mother mine. How can that be and thou my joy in war? Hence forth n'am I your join yet your son. Alas the heavens me whelm with all mishap. Lo here the cause that stirreth me by wrong. Much more is that he proffereth unto me. Well, speak, darest thou come armed to the field? So dare I come, wherefore dost thou demand? For needs or thou must end this life of mine, Or quench my thirst with pouring out thy blood. Ah wretch, my thirst is all as dry as thine. Alas and wellaway, what hear I sons? How can it be? dear children can it be That brethren's hearts such rancour should enrage?
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Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
This truce aſſureth thée Polynices, And makes thée bolde to giue ſuch boſting wordes: So be thou ſure, that had this truce not bene, Then long erethis, theſe handes had bene embrude, And eke this ſoyle beſprinkled with thy bloude. Not one ſmall drop of my bloude ſhalt thou ſpill, But buy it deare againſt thy cankred will. O ſonnes, my ſonnes, for pittie yet refrayne. Good Gods, who euer ſawe ſo ſtrange a ſight? True loue and frindſhip both be put to flight. Yelde villein, yelde my right which thou witholdſt. Cut of thy hope to reigne in Thebane walles, Nought haſt thou here, nor nought ſhal euer haue, Away. O aultars of my countrie ſoyle. Whome thou art come to ſpoyle and to deface. O Gods, giue eare vnto my honeſt cauſe. With forreine power his countrie to inuade. O holy temples of the heauenly Gods. That for thy wicked déedes do hate thy name Out of my kingdome am I driuen by force. Out of the which thou camſt me for to driue. Puniſh O Gods this wicked tyrant here. Pray to the Gods in Greece and not in Thebes. No ſauage beaſt ſo cruell nor vniuſt. Not cruel to my countrie like to thée. Since from my right I am with wrong depriued. Eke from thy life if long thou tarie here. O father heare what iniuries I take. As though thy diueliſhe déedes were hid from him. And you mother. Haue done thou not deſerueſt With that falſe tong thy mother once to name. O deare Citie. When thou ariueſt in Greece, Chuſe out thy dwelling in ſome muſtie Moores. I muſt departe, and parting muſt I prayſe Oh deare mother the depth of your good will. O ſonne. Away I ſay out of theſe walls. I can not chuſe but muſt thy will obey, Yet graunt me once my father for to ſée. I heare no prayers of my enemie. Where be my ſwéete ſiſters? And canſt thou yet With ſhameleſſe tong once name thy noble race That art become a common foe to Thebes? Be ſure thou ſhall them neuer ſée againe, Nor other friend that in theſe walls remaine. Reſt you in peace, O worthy mother myne. Howe can that be and thou my ioye in warre? Hence forth n'am I your ioyne yet your ſonne. Alas the heauens me whelme with all miſhap. Lo here the cauſe that ſtirreth me by wrong. Much more is that he profereth vnto me. Well, ſpeake, dareſt thou come armed to the fielde? So dare I come, wherfore doſt thou demaunde? For néeds or thou muſt ende this life of mine, Or quenche my thirſt with pouring out thy bloud. Ah wretch, my thirſt is all as drie as thine. Alas and welaway, what heare I ſonnes? How can it be? deare children can it be That brethrens heartes ſuch rancour ſhould enrage?