Dekker, Thomas / Middleton, Thomas · published 1639 · first performed or written 1639 [c.1617-1639] (Annals) tragedy · Queen Anne's Men (?) unassigned nearest T50 Fleets, armies and generals: war by sea · 484 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T50: sea, honour, general, soldiers, men, ship, fight, soldier, king, vittori.
Oh whither shall I fly with these poor Babens? Twice set upon by Thieves within this Forest Who robbed me of my Clothes, and left me these, Which better suit with my calamity: What fate pursues the good old King my husband, I cannot learn which is my worst affliction; Oh treacherous Lapirus! impious Nephew! All horrors of a guilty breast keep with thee; Either poor Babes, you must pine here for food, Or have the wars drink your immaculate blood. Oh flyen, least life and honour be betrayed. Villain and fugitive, where wilt thou hide Th' abhorred burden of thy wretched flesh? In what disguise canst thou be safe and free, Having betrayed thy Country? base Lapirus. Earth stretch thy throat, take down this bitter Pill, Loathing the hateful taste of his own ill. Oh help, good heaven save a poor wretch from slaughter. Stop her mouth first, soldiers must have their sport 'tis dearly earned, they venture their blood for't. A Mother so enforced by pitiless slaves? Let me redeem my honour in her rescue, And in this deed my former baseness die. Come, come. If ever woman bore you. Who ere bore them monsters begot them; merciless damned villains. Hold, hold, sir; we are soldiers, but do not love to fight. Let me dissuade you from all hope of recompense Save thanks and prayers, which are the Beggars gifts, You cannot give me that I have more need of Than prayers; for my soul hath a poor stock; There's a fair house within, but 'tis ill furnished There wants true tears for hanging, penitent falls, For without prayers soldiers are but bare walls: Whence are you? that with such a careful charge, Dare pass this dangerous Forest? Generous sir, I was of Lydia once, as happy then As now unfortunate; till one Lapyrus, That traitorous villain Nephew to the King Sought the confusion of his State and him; And with a secret Army girt his Land, When peace was plighted by his enemy's hand, Little expecting such unnatural Treason From forth a kinsman's bosom; all admired But I his miserable Queen. Oh sink into perdition, let me hear no further, I'll tell you all; for your so late attempt Confirms you honest, and my thoughts so keep you: I frighted at new wars, and his false breath, Chose rather with these Babes this lingering death. Oh in her words I endure a thousand deaths. The truth of this sad story hath been yours. Now, courteous sir, may I request your name, That in my prayers I may place the same, I'll put my death into her woeful hands. I hear you not sir, I desire you name. To add some small content to your distress, Know that Lapyrus, whom your miseries May rightly curse, and be revenged justly Lurks in this Forest equally distressed. In this Forest lurks that abhorred villain?
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Oh whither shall I flye with these poore Babēs? Twice set upon by Theeves within this Forrest Who rob'd me of my Cloathes, and left me these, Which better suite with my calamity: What fate pursues the good old King my husband, I cannot learne which is my worst affliction; Oh trecherous Lapirus! impious Nephew! All horrors of a guilty brest keepe with thee; Either poore Babes, you must pine here for food, Or have the wars drinke your immaculate blood. Oh flyē, least life and honour be betrayd. Villainē and fugitive, where wilt thou hide Th' abhorred burthen of thy wretched flesh? In what disguise canst thou be safe and free, Having betray'd thy Countrey? base Lapirus. Earth stretch thy throate, take downe this bitter Pill, Loathing the hatefull taste of his owne ill. Oh help, good heaven save a poore wretch from slaughter. Stop her mouth first, souldiers must have their sport Tis dearely earnd, they venture their blood for't. A Mother so enforc'd by pittilesse slaves? Let me redeeme my honour in her rescue, And in this deede my former basenesse dye. Come, come. If ever woman bore you. Who ere bore them monsters begot̄ them; mercilesse damn'd villaines. Hold, hold, sir; we are souldiers, but doe not love to fight. Let me disswade you from all hope of recompence Save thankes and prayers, which are the Beggers gifts, You cannot give me that I have more neede of Than prayers; for my soule hath a poore stocke; There's a faire house within, but tis ill furnisht There wants true teares for hanging▪ penitent falls, For without prayers souldiers are but bare walls: Whence are you? that with such a carefull charge, Dare passe this dangerous Forrest? Generous sir, I was of Lydia once, as happie then As now unfortunate; till one Lapyrus, That trayterous villaine Nephew to the King Sought the confusion of his State and him; And with a secret Army guirt his Land, When peace was plighted by his enemies hand▪ Little expecting such unnaturall Treason From forth a Kinsmans bosome; all admir'd But I his miserable Queene. Oh sinke into perdition, let me heare no furthēr, Ile tell you all; for your so late attempt Confirmes you honest, and my thoughts so keepe you: I frighted at new warres, and his false breath, Chose rather with these Babes this lingering death. Oh in her words I endure a thousand deaths. The truth of this sad story hath beene yours. Now, curteous sir, may I request your name, That in my prayers I may place the same, Ile put my death into her woefull hands. I heare you not sir, I desire you name. To adde some small content to your distresse, Know that Lapyrus, whom your miseries May rightly curse, and be revenged justly Lurkes in this Forrest equally distrest. In this Forrest lurkes that abhorred villaine?