Chapman, George / Shirley, James · published 1639 · first performed or written 1612 [1611-1613; revised by Shirley and licensed for stage, Apr 29, 1635] (Annals) tragedy · Unknown · Phoenix/Cockpit T38 Death, parting and grief at court typicality 0.86 · 442 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T38: queen, king, death, dead, heart, life, die, lord, royal, news.
Wonder in apprehension, I must Suspect your health indeed. No no, thou sha'not Be troubled, I but stirred thee with a moral, That's empty contains nothing, I am well, See I can walk poor man, thou hast not strength yet. What accident is ground of this distraction? Thou hast not heard yet what's become o'th' Chancellor? Not yet my Lord. Poor gentleman, when I think Upon the King, I've balm enough to cure A thousand wounds, have I not Allegre? Was ever bounteous mercy read in story, Like his upon my life, condemned for sacrifice By Law, and snatched out of the flame unlooked for, And unpetitioned? but his justice then That would not spare whom his own love made great, But give me up to the most cruel test Of judges, for some boldness in defence Of my own merits, and my honest faith to him Was rare, past example. Sir, the King Is coming hither. It will Become my duty sir to leave you now. Stay by all means Allegre,' 'tshall concernen you, I'm infinitely honoured in his presence. Madam be comforted, I'll be his Physician. Pray heaven you may. No ceremonial knees, Give me thy heart, my dear, my honest Chabot, And yet in vain I challenge that 'tis here Already in my own, and shall be cherished With care of my best life, violence Shall ravish it from my possession, Not those distempers that infirm my blood And spirits shall betray it to a fear, When time and nature join to dispossess My body of a cold and languishing breath, No stroke in all my arteries, but silence In every faculty, yet dissect me then, And in my heart, the world shall read thee living, And by the virtue of thy name write there, That part of me shall never putrefy, When I am lost in all my other dust. You too much honour your poor servant sir, My heart dispares so rich a monument; But when it dies— I wonot hear a sound Of any thing that trenched upon death, He speaks the funeral of my crown that prophecies So unkind a fate, we'll live and die together, And by that duty which hath taught you hitherto, All loyal and just services I charge thee, Preserve thy heart for me and thy reward, Which now shall crown thy merits. I have found A glorious harvest in your savour sir, And by this overflow of royal grace, All my deserts are shadows and sly from me, I have not in the wealth of my desires, Enough to pay you now, yet you encourage me To make one suit.
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Wonder in apprehenſion, I muſt Suſpect your health indeede. No no, thou ſhanot Be troubled, I but ſtirr'd thee with a morrall, Thats empty containes nothing, I am well, See I can walke poore man, thou haſt not ſtrength yet. What accident is ground of this diſtraction? Thou haſt not heard yet whats become oth' Chancellor? Not yet my Lord. Poore gentleman, when I thinke Vpon the King, I've balme enough to cure A thouſand wounds, have I not Allegre? Was ever bountious mercy read in ſtory, Like his upon my life, condemn'd for ſacrifice By Law, and ſnatch'd out of the flame unlooked for, And unpetitioned? but his juſtice then That wod not ſpare whom his owne love made great, But give me up to the moſt cruell teſt Of Iudges, for ſome boldneſſe in defence Of my owne merits, and my honeſt faith to him Was rare, paſt example. Sir, the King Is comming hither. It will Become my duty ſir to leave you now. Stay by all meanes Allegre, 'tſhall concernē you, I'me infinitely honor'd in his preſence. Madam be comforted, Ile be his Phiſitian. Pray heaven you may. No ceremoniall knees, Give me thy heart, my deare, my honeſt Chabot, And yet in vaine I chalenge that tis here Already in my owne, and ſhall be cheriſh'd With care of my beſt life, violence Shall raviſh it from my poſſeſſion, Not thoſe diſtempers that infirme my blood And ſpirits ſhall betray it to a feare, When time and nature joyne to diſpoſſeſſe My body of a cold and languiſhing breath, No ſtroake in all my arteries, but ſilence In every faculty, yet diſſect me then, And in my heart, the world ſhall read thee living, And by the vertue of thy name write there, That part of me ſhall never putrifie, When I am loſt in all my other duſt. You too much honour your poore ſervant ſir, My heart diſpares ſo rich a monument; But when it dies— I wonot heare a ſound Of any thing that trenched upon death, He ſpeakes the funerall of my crowne that propheſies So unkinde a fate, weele live and die together, And by that duty which hath taught you hitherto, All loyall and juſt ſervices I charge thee, Preſerve thy heart for me and thy reward, Which now ſhall crowne thy merits. I have found A glorious harveſt in your ſavour ſir, And by this overſlow of royall grace, All my deſerts are ſhadowes and ſlie from mee, I have not in the wealth of my deſires, Enough to pay you now, yet you encourage me To make one ſuite.