Glapthorne, Henry · published 1639 · first performed or written 1634 [1634-1639] [incorrect] (Annals) not in BritDrama · Globe unassigned nearest T1 Death, grief and revenge · 510 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T1: death, life, dead, die, blood, revenge, soul, father, heart, heaven.
Nay thou shalt swear it too: 'Las gentle boy, I know thy nature is too full of fire, To mix with sordid earth, and though thy last, (Which is but manhood in thee) prompt thee on, To taste the sweets of Isabella's beauty, I know thou scorn'st so much to unmake thy Gentry, To take her for thy wife, perhaps she will not Give up her honour, till the Church has sealed That grant as lawful; freely I allow Her brave ambition, if as a reward Due to her haughty pride, thy own hands kill her, And so wipe out the infamy. Strange cruelty! so tyrants used to grant offenders life, After their condemnation: to reserve them To combat wild beasts in the spacious Cirque, Or bloody Amphitheatre: My Lord. Pish I am deaf, inexorable as Seas Tothth' prayers of Mariners, when their sinking Keel Is drunk with billows. O my Lord, Your justice on this cursed witch, this thief, This morning I have lost out of my Cabinet The so much valued Jewel, which your bounty Bestowed upon me, none but she and I Having been there since; she must be thief: Force her to restitution. 'Twas a gem, my mother gave me, which I did preserve With as much care, as votaries do the relics Of their protecting Saints: I gave it you, When in the eager fervour of my youth, I destined you my wife: come hither minion, You who can steal the Jewels of men's hearts, With your enchanting sorceries, will not fear To make a venture upon pettier theft: Sirrah go bid them wait me here. My Lord, I'm so secure in my own innocence, That should your fury riot on my life, 'Twould not affright me, I should meet my death, As willingly as I should do my rest, After a tedious watching, there's no armour Like that of innocence, with which I'm guarded, And therefore laugh at punishment. So brave I shall soon quell your insolence; lay hands On this ignoble strumpet, hang her up, here in my presence. Stay sir, I do beseech you hear me. Your entreaties are cast on me, as fools throw oil on fire, Striving to extinguish it: hang her up, I'll hang you all else. Then Sir I will speak, Since you forget to be a father to me, I will put off my duty; I'm resolved, Since 'tis impossible that we should live, To die together: nor do not slave presume, To touch this mine of purity, 'tis a treasure While I'm alive Hell cannot ravish from me, (For fiends would fear to touch it) if you murder This spotless innocent Virgin, you are such, So merciless a tyrant, as do love To feed on your own bowels, one whom nature Created for a curse, and to get curses, Such prodigies as I am, one whom all Lovers Shall tremble at, if mentioned; one. Death have I lost my command, is he or I To be obeyed? hang her, if he resist, Kill the unnatural Traitor.
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Nay thou shalt sweare it too: 'Las gentle boy, I know thy nature is too full of fire, To mix with sordid earth, and though thy last, (Which is but manhood in thee) prompt thee on, To taste the sweets of Isabellas beauty, I know thou scornst so much to unmake thy Gentry, To take her for thy wife, perhaps she will not Give up her honour, till the Church has seal'd That grant as lawfull; freely I allow Her brave ambition, if as a reward Due to her haughty pride, thy own hands kill her, And so wipe out the infamy. Strange cruelty! so tyrants us'd to grant offenders life, After their condemnation: to reserve them To combat wild beasts in the spacious Cirque, Or bloody Amphitheater: My Lord. Pish I am deafe, inexorable as Seas Toth' prayers of Mariners, when their sinking Keel Is drunke with billowes. O my Lord, Your justice on this cursed witch, this thiefe, This morning I have lost out of my Cabinet The so much valu'd Jewell, which your bounty Bestow'd upon me, none but she and I Having been there since; she must be thiefe: Force her to restitution. 'Twas a gem, my mother gave me, which I did preserve With as much care, as votaries doe the reliques Of their protecting Saints: I gave it you, When in the eager fervor of my youth, I destin'd you my wife: come hither minion, You who can steale the Jewels of mens hearts, With your inchanting sorceries, will not feare To make a venter upon pettier theft: Sirrah goe bid them wait me here. My Lord, I'm so secure in my own innocence, That should your fury riot on my life, 'Twould not affright me, I should meet my death, As willingly as I should doe my rest, After a tedious watching, there's no armour Like that of innocence, with which I'm guarded, And therefore laugh at punishment. So brave I shal soon quell your insolence; lay hands On this ignoble strūpet, hang her up, here in my presence. Stay sir, I doe beseech you heare me. Your intreaties are cast on me, as fools throw oyl on fire, Striving to extinguish it: hang her up, Ile hang you all else. Then Sir I will speake, Since you forget to be a father to me, I will put off my duty; I'm resolv'd, Since 'tis impossible that we should live, To dye together: nor doe not slave presume, To touch this mine of purity, 'tis a treasure While I'm alive Hell cannot ravish from me, (For fiends would feare to touch it) if you murder This spotlesse innocent Virgin, you are such, So mercilesse a tyrant, as doe love To feed on your owne bowels, one whom nature Created for a curse, and to get curses, Such prodigies as I am, one whom all Lovers Shall tremble at, if mentioned; one. Death have I lost my command, is he or I To be obey'd? hang her, if he resist, Kill the unnaturall Traytor.