Lower, William · published 1639 · first performed or written 1639 [c.1622-1639] (Annals) not in BritDrama unassigned nearest T1 Death, grief and revenge · 481 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T1: death, life, dead, die, blood, revenge, soul, father, heart, heaven.
What is this I hear Spoken by Lucinda to this captive slave, Come grant me love, and seal with a kiss As an assurance? well I'll be revenged By all the Pagan gods; ignoble strumpet How dar'st thou wrong me thus, and in my Cave To court my prisoner? was't for this thou didst Deny my suit, and still from time to time Delude me with delay, that thou might'st act Thy shame, and make me pander to thy lust? Base Whore was this thy drift? for this abuse I'll presently enjoy thee, if thou yield Without constraint, I'll keep thee to myself, But if thou strive, or make the least resistance To cross my will, when I have satisfied My lust at full, I'll put thee o'er to be Used and abused by every common soldier; Come housewife I must teach you true obedience. Offers to ravish her. Help, help. Base villain offer her no wrong, But turn thee upon me, although unarmed I dare thy utmost power. Then thou shalt feel The fury of my rage, have at thee slave. Draws his sword and assaults him, Amand. defends himself with a stool, and at last closing with him, hath him at this mercy. Now I will die thy sword in thy own blood, Which thou didst think to make deep drunk in mine. O stay thy hand for fair Lucinda's sake. That hastes thy death, & puts me in remembrance Thou wouldst have ravished her. Sir let him die, And free us all from this captivity, Never a better time than now to do it. Then it is done, take that, and breathe thy last, Heroic Prince now show thy pity on me, And as thou hast released me from this thief, And from the violence of loathed lust, So free me from the violence of love By taking me unto thy wedded wife: I will refuse no danger, nay no death To bear thee company, live here or travel Throughout the world, I'll Lackey it afoot With sweet Amandus; can you be so hard And cruel to me? sure when Ladies woo Hard are the shifts love doth constrain them too. No more of this sweet Lady till we have Ordered the business that now falls upon us: The thieves we need not fear, for I have them Firmly at my devotion through distaste And discontent they did receive against Rapinus in his life, they will not stir (I know) one foot in his revenge, but rather Render me thanks for acting of his death; Come let us go, to better our poor state We must confirm these men yet in their hate. But my masters shall we be still ridden thus, and undergo thee but then patiently, without seeking remedy or revenge? No we'll suffer it no longer, if we do we shall deserve Midas ears i'faith.
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What is this I heare Spake by Lucinda to this caftive slave, Come grant me love, and seale with a kisse As an assurance? well I'le be reveng'd By all the Pagan gods; ignoble strumpet How dar'st thou wrong me thus, and in my Cave To court my prisoner? was't for this thou did'st Deny my suite, and still from time to time Delude me with delay, that thou might'st act Thy shame, and make me pander to thy lust? Base Whore was this thy drift? for this abuse I'le presently enioy thee, if thou yeeld Without constraint, I'le keepe thee to my selfe, But if thou strive, or make the least resistance To crosse my will, when I have satisfi'd My lust at full, I'le put the o're to be Vs'd and abus'd by every common souldier; Come huswife I must teach you true obedience. Offers to ravish her. Helpe▪ helpe. Base villaine offer her no wrong, But turne thee upon me, although unarm'd I dare thy utmost power. Then thou shalt feele The fury of my rage, have at thee slave. Drawes his sword and assaults him, Amand. defends himselfe with a stoole, and at last closing with him, hath him at this mercy. Now I will dye thy sword in thy own bloud, Which thou didst think to make deepe drunke in mine. O stay thy hand for faire Lucindas sake. That hastes thy death, & puts me in remembrance Thou wouldst have ravih'd her. Sir let him dy, And ree s all from this captivity, Never a better time then now to doe it. Then it is done, take that, and breath thy last, Heroicke Prince now shew thy pitty on me, And as thou hast releas'd me from this theefe, And from the violence of loathed lust, So free me from the violence of love By taking me unto thy wedded wife: I will refuse no danger, nay no death To beare thee company, live here or travell Throughout the world, I'le Lacquey it a foot With sweet Amandus; can you be so hard And cruell to me? sure when Ladies woo Hard are the shites love doth constraine them too. No more of this sweet Lady till we have Oder'd the businesse that now fals upon us: The theeves we need not feare, for I have them Firmely at my devotion through distast And discontent they did receive against Rapinus in his life, they will not stire (I know) one foot in his revenge, but rather Render me thankes for acting of his death; Come let us goe, to better our poore state We must confirme these men yet in their hate. But my masters shall wee be still ridden thus, and undergoe the but then patiently, without seeking remedy or revenge? No we'll suffer it no longer, if we do wee shall deserve Mydas eares y'saith.