Massinger, Philip · published 1639 · first performed or written 1624 [1624-1625] (Annals) tragedy · King's Men · Globe unassigned nearest T1 Death, grief and revenge · 478 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T1: death, life, dead, die, blood, revenge, soul, father, heart, heaven.
O me most wretched. Never hope again To blast him with those eyes, their golden beams Are unto him arrows of death and hell, But unto me divine artillery. And therefore since what I so long in vain pursued, is offered to me, and by him Given up to my possession: do not flatter thyself with an imaginary hope, But that I'll take occasion by the forelock, And make use of my fortune; as we walk I'll tell the more. I will not stir. I'll force thee: Help, help, In vain, In me my brother's blood I punish'd at the height. The Coach there. Dear Sir, Tears, curses, prayers, are alike to me, I can, and must enjoy my present pleasure, And shall take time to mourn for it at leisure. I have played the fool, the gross fool, to believe The bosom of a friend will hold a secret, Mine own could not contain, and my industry In taking liberty from my innocent daughter, Out of false hopes of freedom to myself, Is in the little help it yields me, punished. she's absent, but I have her figure here, And every grace, and rarity about her, Are by the pencil of my memory In living colours painted on my heart. My fires too, a short interim closed up Break out with greater fury. Why was I Since 'twas my fate, and not to be declined In this so tender conscienced? Say I had Enjoyed what I desired, what had it been But incest? and there's something here that tells me I stand accountable for greater sins, I never checked at: neither had the crime Wanted a president. I have read in story Those first great Heroes that for their brave deeds Were in the world's first infancy styled gods, Freely enjoyed what I deny myself. Old Saturn in the golden age embraced His sister Ops and in the same degree The thunderer Iuno, Neptune, Thetis, and By their example after the first deluge Deucalion Pyrrha. Universal nature As every day 'tis evident allows it To creatures of all kinds. The gallant horse Covers the Mare to which he was the fire, The bird with fertile seed gives new increase To her that hatched him. Why should envious man then Brand that close act which adds proximity To what's most near him, with the abhorred title Of incest? or our later laws forbid What by the first was granted? let old men That are not capable of these delights And solemn superstitions fools prescribe Rules to themselves, I will not curb my freedom But constantly go on, with this assurance, I but walk in a path which greater men Have trod before me, ha this is the fort, Open the gate. Within there. With your pardon We must forbid your entrance. Do you know me? Perfectly my Lord.
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O me most wretched. Never hope againe To blast him with those eyes, their golden beam Are unto him arrowes of death and hell, But unto me divine artillery. And therefore since what I so long in vaine Purfu'd, is offerd to me, and by him Given up to my possession: doe not flatter Thy selfe with an imaginary hope, But that I'll take occasion by the forelock, And make use of my fortune; as we walke I'll tell the more. I will not stirre. I'll force thee: Helpe, helpe, In vaine, In mee my brothers blood I punish'd at the height. The Coach there. Deare Sir, Teares, curses, prayer, alike to me, I can, and must enjoy my present pleasure, And shall take time to for it at leasure. I have playd the foole, the grosse foole, to believe The bosome of a friend will hold a secret, Mine owne could not containe, and my industry In taking liberty from my innocent daughter, Out of false hopes of freedome to my selfe, Is in the little helpe it yeelds me, punish'd. Shee's absent, but I have her figure here, And every grace, and rarity about her, Are by the pencill of my memory In living colours paynted on my heart. My fires too, a short interim closd up Breake out with greater fury. Why was I Since 'twas my fate, and not to be declin'd In this so tender consciened? Say I had Injoyd what I desir'd, what had it beene But incest? and there's something here that tels me I stand accomptable for greater sinnes, I never checkd at: neither had the crime Wanted a praesident. I have read in story Those first great Heroes that for their brave deeds Were in the worlds first infancie stil'd gods, Freely enjoyd what I deny my selfe. Old Saturne in the golden age embraced His sister Ops and in the same degree The thunderer Iuno, Neptune, Thetis, and By their example after the first deluge Deucalion Pirrhae. Universall nature As every day tis evident allowes it To creatures of all kinds. The gallant horse Covers the Mare to which he was the fire, The bird with fertile seed gives new encrease To her that hatchd him. Why should envious man then Brand that close act which adds proximity To whats most neere him, with the abhorred title Of incest? or our later lawes forbid What by the first was granced? let old men That are not capeable of these delight And solemne superstitions fooles prescribe Rules to themselves, I will not curbe my freedome But constantly go on, with this assurance, I but walke in a path which greater men Have trod before me, h this is the fort, Open the gate. Within there. With your pardon We must forbid your entrance. Doe you know me? Perfectly my Lord.