Randolph, Thomas · published 1638 · first performed or written 1630 [licensed for stage, Nov 26] (Annals) pastoral · King's Revels Company · before the Court unassigned nearest T1 Death, grief and revenge · 480 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T1: death, life, dead, die, blood, revenge, soul, father, heart, heaven.
Pray give me entrance: I am not mad, (and yet I would I were) Am I not mad to wish so? Let me come And see him, sure you had yourself a father. Did you not wish to see him ere he died? If he be dead: we'll only pray a while, And weep; will tears pollute the hallowed Ompha? For we must shed them, yes, we cannot choose: Come sister, he will let us, for though Lalage Was our sad mother, yet the Gods will let us Weep for her: come, come Amarillis, come. Brother, aread, what means his grace's favour? It signifies you bear the bell away, From all his Grace's nobles. Divinely Augured; For this I'll make thee Augur to his grace. Belwether of Knighthood, you shall bind me to you. I'll have't no more a sheep-bell; I am Knight Of the Mellisonant Tingle tangle. Sure one of my progeny; tell me gracious brother, Was this Mellisonant Tingle tangle none Of old Actaeon's hounds? Ignorant mortal, Thou dost not understand the terms of honour. How should I sir, my trees bear no such apples: As mine, th'Hesperian fruit are crabs to mine, Hence came the Knighthood, hence. The fame whereof rings loud. We know it. Four such knighthoods more Would make an excellent peal. I'll have 'em so. But you must get a squirrel too. For what? To ring your Knighthood's. I'll have any thing, His grace will not deny me, o sweet orchard. To see the fruit that came of such an orchard! But shall we not see Claius sacrificed? Oh by all means. But how deserved he death? No matter for deserving it or no; 'tis fit he suffer for example sake. And not offend? 'tis fit he should offend. Sicilians, Nature and religion Are at contention in me: my sad soul Divided 'twixt my Goddess and my son, Would in her strange distractions, either have me Turn Parricide or Apostate: Awful Ceres, For whom I feed the fattest of my Lambs, To whom I send the holiest of my prayers Upon the smoky wings of sweetest myrrh, Instruct thy doubtful Flamen! As I cannot Forget I am thy priest: for sooner shall Our Lambs forget to feed, our swains to sing, Our Bees forget first, from the fruitful Thyme To cull them bags of Nectar: everything Forget his nature, ere I can forget I am thy Priest: Nor can I but remember That Damon is my son: yet take him Ceres! You need not pour water upon his head, I'll do it with my tears. Ceres, I hope Thy anger will not bind the Father's eye To look into the Bowels of his son, I'll therefore first spill on thy hallowed Altar This Captives blood; and then retire myself Not to be present at my Damon's death Lest nature might turn Rebel to devotion.
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Pray give mee entrance: I am not mad, (and yet I would I were) Am I not mad to wish so? Let me come And see him, sure you had your selfe a father. Did you not wish to see him ere he died? If he be dead: wee'l only pray a while, And weep; will tears pollute the hallowed Ompha? For we must shed them, yes, we cannot choose: Come sister, he will let us, for though Lalage Was our sad mother, yet the Gods will let us Weepe for her: come, come Amarillis, come. Brother, aread, what meanes his graces favour? It signifies you bear the bell away, From all his Graces nobles. Divinely Augur'd; For this I'le make thee Augur to his grace. Belwether of Knight-hood, you shall bind me to you. I'le have't no more a sheep-bell; I am Knight Of the Mellisonant Tingle tangle. Sure one of my progeny; tell me gratious brother, Was this Mellisonant Tingle tangle none Of old Actaeons hounds? Ignorant mortall, Thou dost not understand the termes of honour. How should I sir, my trees bear no such apples: As mine, th'Hesperian fruit are crabbs to mine, Hence came the Knight-hood, hence. The fame whereof rings loud. We know it. Foure such knight-hoods more Would make an excellent peale. I'le have 'em so. But you must get a squirell too. For what? To ring your Knight-hoods. I'le have any thing, His grace will not deny me, o sweet orchard. To see the fruit that came of such an orchard! But shall we not see Claius sacrific'd? Oh by all meanes. But how deserv'd he death? No matter for deserving it or no; Tis fit he suffer for example sake. And not offend? Tis fit he should offend. Sicilians, Nature and religion Are at contention in mee: my sad soule Divided 'twixt my Goddesse and my sonne, Would in her strange distractions, either have mee Turne Parricide or Apostate: Awefull Ceres, For whom I feed the fattest of my Lambs, To whom I send the holiest of my prayers Vpon the smoaky wings of sweetest myrrhe, Instruct thy doubtfull Flamen! As I cannot Forget I am thy priest: for sooner shall Our Lambs forget to feed, our swaines to sing, Our Bees forget first, from the fruitfull Thyme To cull them baggs of Nectar: everything Forget his nature, ere I can forget I am thy Priest: Nor can I but remember That Damon is my sonne: yet take him Ceres! You need not powre water upon his head, I'le doe it with my teares. Ceres, I hope Thy anger will not bind the Fathers eye To look into the Bowels of his sonne, I'le therefore first spill on thy hallowed Altar This Captives blood; and then retire my selfe Not to be present at my Damons death Least nature might turne Rebell to devotion.