Massinger, Philip · published 1639 · first performed or written 1624 [1624-1625] (Annals) tragedy · King's Men · Globe unassigned nearest T1 Death, grief and revenge · 517 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T1: death, life, dead, die, blood, revenge, soul, father, heart, heaven.
O my stars! who can but dote on this humility That sweetens, lovely in her tears? the fetters That seemed to lessen in their weight; but now By this grow heavier on me. Dear sir: Peace, I must not hear thee. Not look on me. No, thy looks and words are charms. May they have power then To calm the tempest of your wrath, alas sir, Did I but know in what I give offence In my repentance I would show my sorrow, For what is past, and in my care hereafter Kill the occasion or cease to be Since life without your favour is to me a load I would cast off. O that my heart were rent in sunder, that I might expire, The cause in my death buried: yet I know not With such prevailing Oratory 'tis begged from me That to deny thee would convince me to Have sucked the milk of Tigers, rise, and I But in a perplexed, and mysterious method. Will make relation that which all the world Admires and cries up in thee for perfections, Are to unhappy me foul blemishes, And mulcts in nature. If thou hadst been borne Deformed and crooked, in the features of Thy body, as the manners of thy mind, Moore lipped, flat nosed, dim eyed, and beetle browed With a dwarf's stature to a giant waste, Sour breathed, with claws for fingers on thy hands, Splay footed, gouty legged, and over all A loathsome leprosy had spread itself, And made thee shunned of humane fellowships: I had been blessed. Why would you with a monster For such a one or worse you have described, To call your father. Rather than as now, Though I had drowned thee for it in the sea Appearing as thou dost a new Pandora, With Juno's fair cow eyes, Minerva's brow Aurora's blushing cheeks, Hebe's fresh youth, Venus' soft paps, with Thetis silver feet. Sir you have liked and loved them, and oft forced (With your hyperboles of praise poured on them) My modesty to a defensive red, Strewed o'er that paleness, which you then were pleased To style the purest white. And in that cup I drank the poison I now feel dispersed Through every vain and artery, wherefore art thou So cruel to me? This thy outward shape Brought a fierce war against me, not to be By flesh and blood resisted: but to leave me No hope of freedom from the Magazine Of thy minds forces, treacherously thou drewest up Auxiliary helps to strengthen that Which was already in itself too potent, Thy beauty gave the first charge, but thy duty Seconded with thy care, and watchful studies To please, and serve my will in all that might Raise up content in me, like thunder broke through All opposition, and my ranks of reason Disbanded, my victorious passions fell To bloody execution, and compelled me With willing hands to 'tis on my own chains, And with a kind of flattering joy to glory in my captivity. ay, in this you speak, sir, am ignorance itself.
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O my stars! who can but dote on this humility That sweetens, lovely in her teares? the fetters That seem'd to lessen in their waight; but now By this grow heavier on me. Deare sir: Peace, I must not heare thee. Not looke on me. No, thy lookes and words are charmes. May they have power then To calme the tempest of your wrath, alas sir, Did I but know in what I give offence In my repentance I would shew my sorrow, For what is past, and in my care hereafter Kill the occasion or cease to be Since life without your favour is to me a load I would cast off. O that my heart were rent in sunder, that I might expire, The cause in my death buried: yet I know not With such prevailing Oratory 'tis beg'd from me That to deny thee would convince me to Have suck'd the milke of Tigers, rise, and I But in a perplexd, and misterious method. Will make relation that which all the world Admires and cries up in thee for perfections, Are to unhappy me foule blemishes, And mulcts in nature. If thou hadst beene borne Deformd and crooked, in the features of Thy body, as the manners of thy mind, Moore lip'd, flat not'd, ey'd, and beetle brow'd With a dwarfes to a gyant wase, Sower breath'd, with clawes for fingers on thy hands, Splay footed, gouty leg'd, and over all A loathsome leprosie had spread it selfe, And made thee flaun'd of humane fellowships: I had beene blest. Why would you wih a monster For such a one or worse you have describ'd, To call your father. Rather then a now, Though I had drowd thee for it in the sea Appearing as thou do a new Pando, With Iunos faire cow eyes, Minerva's brow Aurora's blushing cheekes, Hebes fresh youth, Venus soft paps, with Thetis silver feet. Sir you have lik'd and lov'd them, and oft forc'd (With your hyperboles of praise powrd on them) My modesty to a defensive red, Strowd ore that palenesse, which you then were pleasd To stile the purest white. And in that cup I drank the poison I now feele dispersd Through every vaine and artery, wherefore art thou So cruell to me? This thy outward shape Brought a fierce warre against me, not to be By flesh and blood resisted: but to leave me No hope of freedome from the Magazine Of thy minds forces, treacherously thou drewst up Auxiliary helpes to strengthen that Which was already in it selfe too potent, Thy beauty gave the first charge, but thy dty Seconded with thy care, and watchfull studies To please, and serve my will in all that might Raise up content in me, like thunder brake through All opposition, and my rankes of reason Disbanded, my victorious passions fell To bloody execution, and compeld me With willing hands to tis on my owne chaines, And with a kinde of flattering joy to glory in my captivity. I, in this you speake, sir, am ignorance it selfe.