Gascoigne, George / Kinwelmershe, Francis / Yelverton, ChristopherEuripides / Dolce, Lodovico · published 1575 · first performed or written 1566 (Annals) tragedy unassigned nearest T51 Parents and children: blessing, birthrig · 460 words · other edition — not in the analysis
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T51: esau, iacob, father, son, isaac, god, love, birthright, parents, thing.
I can not choose, dear son, but disallow This thy too hasty, hot desire of death: For if thy life thou settest all so light, Yet oughtest thou thy father me respect, Who as I draw the more to lumpish age, So much more need have I to crave thine aid: Ne will I yet, with stubborn tongue deny, That for his common weal to spend his life, Doth win the subject high renowned name. But how? in armour to defend the state, Not like a beast to bleed in sacrifice: And therewithal, if any should consent To such a death, then should the same be I, That have prolonged life even long enough, Nay many days have I now to draw on. And more avail might to the country come, Dear son, to hold that lusty life of thine, That art both young and eke of courage stout. Than may by me that feeble am and old. Then live dear son in high prosperity, And give me leave that worthy am to die. Yet worthy were not that unworthy change. If such a death bring glory, give it me. Not you, but me, the heavens call to die. We be but one in flesh and body both. I father aught, so aught not you, to die. If thou son die, think not that I can live: Then let me die, and so shall he first die, That aught to die, and yet but one shall die. Although I, father, aught t'obey your beasts, Yet evil it were in this to yield your william. Thy wit is wily for to work thy wo. O, tender pity moveth me thereto. A beast is he, that kills himself with a knife, Of pity to preserve an other's life. Yet wise is he, that doth obey the Gods The Gods will not the death of any wight. Whose life they take, they give him life also. But thou dost strive to take thy life thyself. Nay them to obey, that will I shall not live. What fault, O son, condemneth thee to death? Who liveth (father) here without a fault? I see no guilt in thee that death deserves. But God it seeth that every secret seeth. How should we know what is the will of God? We know it then, when he reveals the same. As though he would come down to tell it us, By divers means his secrets he discloseth. O, fond is he, whothinkes to understand The mysteries of Ioue his secret mind: And for to end this controversy here, Lo thus I say, I will we both live yet: Prepare thee then, my (*) hests to hold and keep, And pull a down that stubborn heart of thine,
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Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
I can not chuſe, deare ſonne, but diſalowe This thy too haſtie, hote deſire of death: For if thy life thou ſetteſt all ſo lighte, Yet oughteſt thou thy father me reſpect, Who as I drawe the more to lumpiſhe age, So much more néede haue I to craue thine ayde: Ne will I yet, with ſtubborne tong denye, "That for his common weale to ſpende his life, "Doth win the ſubiect high renoumed name. "But howe? in armour to defende the ſtate, "Not like a beaſt to bléede in ſacrifice: And therwithal, if any ſhoulde conſent To ſuch a death, then ſhould the ſame be I, That haue prolonged life euen long enough, Nay many dayes haue I nowe to drawe on. And more auaile might to the countrie come, Deare ſonne, to hold that luſtie life of thine, That art both yong and eke of courage ſtout. Than may by me that féeble am and olde. Then liue deare ſonne in high proſperitie, And giue me leaue that worthy am to dye. Yet worthy were not that vnworthy chaunge. If ſuch a death bring glorie, giue it me. Not you, but me, the heauens cal to die. We be but one in fleſh and body both. I father ought, ſo ought not you, to die. If thou ſonne die, thinke not that I can liue: Then let me die, and ſo ſhall he firſt die, That ought to die, and yet but one ſhal die. Although I, father, ought t'obey your beſtes, Yet euill it were in this to yelde your will. Thy wit is wylie for to worke thy wo. Oh, tender pitie moueth me thereto. A beaſt is he, that kils himſelfe with a knife, "Of pitie to preſerue an others life. Yet wiſe is he, that doth obey the Gods The Gods will not the death of any wight. Whoſe life they take, they giue him life alſo. But thou doſt ſtriue to take thy life thy ſelfe. Nay them to obey, that will I ſhall not liue. What fault, O ſonne, condemneth thée to death? Who liueth (father) here without a fault? I ſée no gylte in thée that death deſerues. But God it ſéeth that euery ſecrete ſéeth. How ſhoulde we knowe what is the will of God? We knowe it then, when he reueales the ſame. As though he would come doune to tell it vs, By diuers meanes his ſecrets he diſcloſeth. Oh, fonde is he, whothinkes to vnderſtand The myſteries of Ioue his ſecrete mynde: And for to ende this controuerſie here, Loe thus I ſay, I will we both liue yet: Prepare thée then, my (*) heſtes to holde and kéepe, And pull a downe that ſtubborne heart of thyne,