Shirley, James · published 1639 · first performed or written 1626 [licensed for stage, Feb 9] (Annals) tragedy · Queen Henrietta Maria's Men · Phoenix/Cockpit unassigned nearest T1 Death, grief and revenge · 503 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T1: death, life, dead, die, blood, revenge, soul, father, heart, heaven.
he's not dead, his lips are warm, have you no balsam, a Surgeon; dead, some charitable hand send my soul after him. Away, away. It will be easy to die, All life is but a walk in misery. MY friend, my noble friend, that had deserved Most honourably from me, by this hand Divorced from life, and yet I have the use on't, hapless Sebastiano; oh Berinthia, Let me for ever lose the name of Brother, Wilt thou not curse my memory, give me up To thy just hate a murderer. Ha, this must not be Sebastiano, I shall be angry if you throw not off This melancholy, it does ill become you, Do you repent your duty, were the action Again presented to be done by thee: And being done, again should challenge from thee A new performance, thou wouldst show no blood Of Villarezo's, if thou didst not run To act it, though all horror, death and vengeance Dogged thee at thy heels; come I am thy Father, Value my blessing, and for other peace I'll to the King, let me no more see thee cloudy. That was his Father. No more, farewell, be all silence. Sir. he's newly gone that way, mayst soon o'er take him My business points at you sir. At me, what news? thou hast a face of horror, more welcome speak it. If your name be Don Sebastiano, sir I have a token from a friend. I have no friend alive boy, carry it back, 'tis not to me, I've not another friend In all the world. He that hath sent you sir this gift, did love you, You'll say yourself he did. Ha, name him prithee. The friend I came from was Antonio. Thou liest, and thart a villain, who hath sent thee To tempt Sebastiano's soul to act on thee Another death, for thus affrighting me. Indeed I do not mock, nor come to affright you Heaven knows my heart, I know Antonio's dead, But 'twas a gift he in his life designed To you, and I have brought it. Thou dost not promise cozenage, what gift is it? It is myself sir, while Antonio lived, I was his boy, But never did boy lose so kind a Master, in his life he Promised he would bestow me, so much was his love To my poor merit, on his dearest friend, And named you sir, if heaven should point out To overlive him, for he knew you would Love me the better for his sake, indeed I will be very honest to you, and Refuse no service to procure your love d good opinion to me. Can it be Thou wert his boy, oh thou shouldst hate me then, thouart false, I dare not trust thee, unto him Thou showest thee now unfaithful to accept Of me, I killed him thy Master, 'twas a friend he could commit thee to, I only was, Of all the stock of men his enemy, His cruelest enemy.
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Hees not dead, his lips are warme, have you no balsome, a Surgeo ; dead, some charitable hand send my soule after him. Away, away. It will be easie to die, All life is but a walke in misery. MY friend, my noble friend, that had deserved Most honorably from me, by this hand Divorc'd from life, and yet I have the use ont, Haplesle Sebastiano; oh Berinthia, Let me for ever lose the name of Brother, Wilt thou not curse my memory, give me up To thy just hate a murtherer. Ha, this must not be Sebastiano, I shall be angry if you throw not off This mellancholly, it does ill become you, Doe you repent your duty, were the action Againe presented to be done by thee: And being done, againe should challenge from thee A new performance, thou wouldst shew no blood Of Vilarezoes, if thou didst not runne To act it, though all horror, death and vengeance Dog'd thee at thy heeles; come I am thy Father, Value my blessing, and for other peace Ile to the King, let me no more see thee cloudy. That was his Father. No more, farewell, be all silence. Sir. Hees newly gone that way, mayst soone ore take him My businesse points at you sir. At me, what newes? thou hast a face of horrour, more welcome speake it. If your name be Don Sebastiano, sir I have a token from a friend. I have no friend alive boy, carry it backe, Tis not to me, I've not another friend In all the world. He that hath sent you sir this gift, did love you, Youle say your selfe he did. Ha, name him prethee. The friend I came from was Antonio. Thou lyest, and thart a villane, who hath sent thee To tempt Sebastianoes soule to act on thee Another death, for thus afrighting me. Indeede I doe not mocke, nor come to afright you Heaven knowes my heart, I know Antonioes dead, But twas a gift he in his life design'd To you, and I have brought it. Thou dost not promise cozenage, what gift is it? It is my selfe sir, while Antonio liv'd, I was his boy, But never did boy loose so kinde a Master, in his life he Promised he would bestow me, so much was his love To my poore merit, on his dearest friend, And nam'd you sir, if heaven should point out To overlive him, for he knew you would Love me the better for his sake, indeed I will be very honest to you, and Refuse no service to procure your love d good opinion to me. Can it be Thou wert his boy, oh thou shouldst hate me then, Th'art false, I dare not trust thee, unto him Thou shewest thee now unfaithfull to accept Of me, I kild him thy Master, twas a friend he could commit thee to, I onely was, Of all the stocke of men his enemy, His cruellest enemy.