Dekker, Thomas / Middleton, Thomas · published 1639 · first performed or written 1639 [c.1617-1639] (Annals) tragedy · Queen Anne's Men (?) unassigned nearest T41 Household service: masters, doors and po · 510 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T41: master, house, door, iohn, old, mistress, basket, lord, gentleman, ick.
Here my Lord. Convey those bodies a while from my fight. Both dead my Lord. Yes, and we safe, our death we needed less fear, Usurper's issue oft proves dangerous, We depose others, and they poison us, I have found it on Records, 'tis better thus. My Lord, this Castle is but slightly guarded. 'tis as I hoped and wished; now bless us heaven, What horrid and inhuman spectacle Is yonder that presents itself to sight? It seems three quarters of a man hung up. What Tyranny hath been exercised of late? I dare not venture on. Fear not my Lord, our habits give us safety. Behold, the Tyrant maketh toward us. Holy, and reverent Pilgrims, welcome. Bold strangers, by the Tempest beaten in. Most welcome still, we are but stewards for such guests as you, What we possess is yours, to your wants due, We are only rich for your necessities. A generous, free, and charitable mind Keeps in thy bosom to poor Pilgrim's kind. 'tis time of day to dine my friends; Sertorio? My Lord? Our food. 'tis ready for your highness. Sit, pray sit, religious men right welcome Unto our Cates. Grave sir I have observed You waste the virtue of your serious eye Too much on such a worthless objects as that is. A Traitor when he lived called that his flesh; Let hang, here's to you, we are the oldest here, Round let it go, feed, if you like your cheer. My Lord. How now? Ready my Lord. Sit merry. Where ere I look these limbs aren in mine eye. Some wretch on whom he wrought his Tyranny. Hard was his fate to light into his mercy. Peace, he comes. I perceive strangers more desire to see An object than the fare before them set; But since your eyes are serious Suitors grown I will discourse; what's seen shall now be known. Your bounty every way conquers poor strangers. You Creature whom your eyes so often visit Held mighty sway over our powers and thoughts, Indeed we were all hers. Besides her graces, there were all perfections; Unless she speaks, no music: till her wishes Brought forth a monster, a detested issue Poisoning the thoughts I held of her. She did from her own ardour undergo Adulterous baseness with my professed foe; Her lust strangely betrayed, I ready to surprise them, Set on fire by the abuse, I found his life Cunningly shifted by her own dear hand And far enough conveyed from my revenge: Unnaturally she first abused my heart, And then prevented my revenge by Art. Yet there I left not; though his trunk were cold My wrath was flaming, and I exercised New vengeance on his carcase; and gave charge The body should be quartered and hung up; 'twas donem, This as a penance I enjoined her to To taste no other sustenance; no nor dares Till her love's body be consumed in hers. The sin was great, so is the penance grievous. Our vow is signed. And was he Lydian borne?
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Here my Lord. Conveigh those bodies a while from my fight. Both dead my Lord. Yes, and we safe, our death we neēd lesse fearē, Vsurpers issue oft proves dangerous, We depose others, and they poyson us, I have found it on Records, tis better thus. My Lord, this Castle is but slightly guarded. Tis as I hop'd and wish'd; now blesse us heaven, What horrid and inhumaine spectacle Is yonder that presents it selfe to sight? It seemes three quarters of a man hung up. What Tiranny hath beene exercis'd of late? I dare not venture on. Feare not my Lord, our habits give us safety. Behold, the Tyrant maketh toward us. Holy, and reverent Pilgrims, welcome. Bold strangers, by the Tempest beaten in. Most welcome still, wee are but stewards for such guests as you, What we possesse is yours, to your wants due, We are onely rich for your necessities. A generous, free, aad charitable minde Keepes in thy bosome to poore Pilgrims kinde. Tis time of day to dine my friends; Sertorio? My Lord? Our food. Tis ready for your highnesse. Sit, pray sit, religious men right welcome Vnto our Cates. Grave sir I have observ'd You waste the vertue of your serious eye Too much on such a worthlesse objects as that is. A Traytor when he liv'd call'd that his flesh; Let hang, here's to you, we are the oldest here, Round let it goe, fēede, if you like your cheere. My Lord. How now? Ready my Lord. Sit merry. Where ere I looke these limbes arē in mine eye. Some wretch on whom he wrought his Tyranny. Hard was his fate to light into his mercy. Peace, he comes. I perceive strangers more desire to see An object than the fare before them set; But since your eyes are serious Suitors growne I will discourse; what's seene shall now be knowne. Your bounty every way conquers poore strangers. You Creature whom your eyes so often visit Held mighty sway over our powers and thoughts, Indeed we were all hers. Besides her graces, there were all perfections; Vnlesse she speakes, no musicke: till her wishes Brought forth a monster, a detested issue Poysoning the thoughts I held of her. She did from her owne ardour undergoe Adulterous basenesse with my professed foe; Her lust strangely betray'd, I ready to surprize them, Set on fire by the abuse, I found his life Cunningly shifted by her owne deare hand And far enough convey'd from my revenge: Vnnaturally she first abus'd my heart, And then prevented my revenge by Art. Yet there I left not; though his trunke were cold My wrath was flaming, and I exercis'd New vengeance on his carcase; and gave charge The body should be quarter'd and hung up; twas donē, This as a pennance I enjoyn'd her to To taste no other sustenance; no nor dares Till her loves body be consum'd in hers. The sinne was great, so is the pennance greivous. Our vow is sign'd. And was he Lydian borne?