Gascoigne, George / Kinwelmershe, Francis / Yelverton, ChristopherEuripides / Dolce, Lodovico · published 1575 · first performed or written 1566 (Annals) tragedy unassigned nearest T34 Thebes and royal catastrophe: siege, sla · 482 words · other edition — not in the analysis
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T34: thebes, antigone, polynices, creon, eteocles, war, theban, gods, dear, country.
O simple wench, O fond and foolish girl, Beware, beware, thy tears do not foretell Some sign of hard mishap unto thy marriage. Not, not, 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 dar'st 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 not live 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, Shall be 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 forbidden 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, O where be they? Lo here they lie one by an other 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 Polynices, 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 cauſe 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 hande ſhall ſoone diſpatch his life. O ſimple foole, and darſte thou be ſo bolde? Why ſhould I dread to do ſo doughtie déed? And wherfore doſt thou wedlocke ſo deſpiſe? In cruel exile for to folow him. What others might beſéeme, beſéemes not thée. If néede require with him eke will I die. Departe, departe, and with thy father die, Rather than kill my childe with bloudie knife: Go helliſh monſter, go out of the towne. Daughter, I muſt commende thy noble heart. Father, I will not liue in companie And you alone wander in wilderneſſe. O yes deare daughter, leaue thou me alone Amid my plagues: be merrie while thou maiſt. And who ſhal guide theſe aged féete of yours, That baniſht bene, in blinde neceſſitie? I will endure, as fatal lot me driues: Reſting theſe crooked ſorie ſides of mine Where ſo the heauens ſhall lend me harborough. And in exchange of rich and ſtately towers, The woodes, the wilderneſſe, the darkeſome dennes, Shall be the bowre of mine vnhappie bones. O father now where is your glorie gone? "One happie day did raiſe me to renoune, "One hapleſſe day hath throwne mine honour doune. 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 moother? let me touch hir face, That with theſe handes I may yet féele the harme That theſe blinde eyes forbid me to beholde. Here father, here hir corps, here put your hande. O wife, O moother, 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 Vpon their faces. Loe father, here, lo, nowe you touche them both. O bodies deare, O bodies dearely boughte Vnto 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?