The Seven Champions of Christendom · chunk 15 of 43
Kirke, John · published 1638 · first performed or written 1635 [1634-1638] (Annals) romance · Red Bull Company (second) · Red Bull unassigned nearest T1 Death, grief and revenge · 491 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T1: death, life, dead, die, blood, revenge, soul, father, heart, heaven.
Thou hast redeemed thy honour, and this sentence Speaks thee a royal Tyrant: Come my friend, We two, like Travellers that are enforced To venture on a lodging filled with horrors in outward show, Threatening no way but ruin, the black preparatives Of sad decay, being Ushers to the entrance; But once being in, then think, my constant partner, What endless welcome follows; pleasures unspeakable, Beyond the sublimary thoughts of our poor natures: If but the thought of this advance the soul, And drives our sense to admiration: Oh then how glorious is that wished for seat, Where all these benefits shall be complete. I need no armour, but my constant heart, And thou hast given new life to't In our deaths; our innocence shall make our After story be worth all knowing judgements: Nor shall our bloods be shed by vulgar hands, Since we have power in the disposing it. Come beauteous Ladies, now express your arts, Make your Apollo wonder at your skill, And with more glory than he did ascend Olympus' top, after black Pythons fall: With more shall you salute your people's eyes, Rejoicing in our hapless Tragedies. Unhappy Violeta. Lost Carintha. Bind them fast: Now Violeta, arm thy feeble hand, Strike sure and fearless, for thou send'st the gods A pleasing Sacrifice. O unhappy maid, lost in my best of wishes! Was I borne to ruin virtue, and gain by it a name Hateful to all posterity? Royal Sir, Have you no other to employ, than her That you gave life too? must I become an executioner? Or do you think me Marble? oh that I were, That I might ever weep for your injustice: For ever may my hand forget its motion If it give way to this: Know I dare die, Rather than act this mischief. Are you of that opinion too Carintha? Sir I am, and rather will I choose a noble death, Than live with such dishonour. Oh my unbounded passions, give 'em vent, The flame will else consume me: Fall from me all respects of nature; I will forget that I had such a thought, As to believe thee mine: farewell the hours I often spent in contemplation of thy beauty, Youth, and breeding; thou and these shall be like things Forgotten, and if thy hand refuse to act our will, Expect the utmost of all sad afflictions Our hate can cast upon thee. I am prepared, and glory in my sufferings. Bind them then, since you are so resolved, we'll give you cause to express your fortitude: They shall suffer first. Give us a hearing Sir: We do not wish to pull on others ruins With our own; nor would we make you guilty Of a crime so soul, lest after ages should traduce Your name for this impiety; give us then Your first and voluntary promise that your Tongue aloud, and we will quit these Ladies from the act.
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Thou haſt redeem'd thy honour, and this ſentence Speakes thee a royall Tyrant: Come my friend, We two, like Travellers that are inforc'd To venture on a lodging fild with horrors in outward ſhew, Threatning no way but ruine, the blacke preparatives Of ſad decay, being Vſhers to the entrance; But once being in, then thinke, my conſtant partner, What endleſſe welcome followes; pleaſures unſpeakable, Beyond the ſublimary thoughts of our poore natures: If but the thought of this advance the ſoule, And drives our ſence to admiration: Oh then how glorious is that wiſht for ſeat, Where all theſe benefits ſhall be compleat. I need no armour, but my conſtant heart, And thou haſt given new life to't In our deaths; our innocence ſhall make our After ſtory be worth all knowing judgements: Nor ſhall our bloods be ſhed by vulgar hands, Since we have power in the diſpoſing it. Come beauteous Ladies, now expreſſe your arts, Make your Apollo wonder at your skill, And with more glory than he did aſcend Olimpus top, after blacke Pythons fall: With more ſhall you ſalute your peoples eyes, Rejoycing in our hapleſſe Tragedies. Vnhappy Violeta. Loſt Carintha. Bind them faſt: Now Violeta, arme thy feeble hand, Strike ſure and feareleſſe, for thou ſendſt the gods A pleaſing Sacrifice. O unhappy mayd, loſt in my beſt of wiſhes! Was I borne to ruine vertue, and gaine by it a name Hatefull to all poſterity? Royall Sir, Have you no other to imploy, than her That you gave life too? muſt I become an executioner? Or doe you thinke me Marble? oh that I were, That I might ever weepe for your injuſtice: For ever may my hand forget its motion If it give way to this: Know I dare dye, Rather than act this miſchiefe. Are you of that opinion too Carintha? Sir I am, and rather will I chuſe a noble death, Than live with ſuch diſhonour. Oh my unbounded paſſions, give 'em vent, The flame will elſe conſume me: Fall from me all reſpects of nature; I will forget that I had ſuch a thought, As to beleeve thee mine: farewell the houres I often ſpent in contemplation of thy beauty, Youth, and breeding; thou and theſe ſhall be like things Forgotten, and if thy hand refuſe to act our will, Expect the utmoſt of all ſad afflictions Our hate can caſt upon thee. I am prepar'd, and glory in my ſuffrings. Binde them then, ſince you are ſo reſolv'd, Wee'le give you cauſe to expreſſe your fortitude: They ſhall ſuffer firſt. Give us a hearing Sir: We doe not wiſh to pull on others ruines With our owne; nor would we make you guilty Of a crime ſo ſoule, leaſt after ages ſhould traduce Your name for this impiety; give us then Your firſt and voluntary promiſe that your Tongue alowd, and we will quit theſe Ladies from the act.