Cartwright, William · published 1639 · first performed or written 1636 [Aug 30] (Annals) tragicomedy · King's Men · before the Court unassigned nearest T36 Hell, Furies and the language of punishm · 507 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T36: hell, earth, gods, death, ghosts, blood, bloody, heaven, night, ghost.
Insonuit cum verbere signa magister, Muta to sque edunt pariter tunc pectora motus, In latus allisis clypeis, aut rursus in altum Vibratis, grave parma sonat mucronis acurum Murmur, & umbonum pulsu modulante resultans Ferreus alterno concentus plauditur ictu. I see that Sardis hath it's Amazon's: An Army of these would subdue the world. THe fire is fully kindled, and the people All in their festival attire; there wants Only the Sacrifice, and yourself to kill it. The voice of Ravens in the dead of night Conveys not harsher notes into mine ears. I've pardoned him. You cannot, unless you Will be more impious in preserving him, Than you were valorous in conquering. Will not the Gods receive an Hecatomb Of Oxen in exchange? may we not find The Destiny's in Beasts entrails? we will choke The fire with weighty lumps of richer gums, And send perfumed clouds up into their seats In one continued thankfulness, if that They'll spare this humane Sacrifice. To promise The fairest Captive, and redeem him with A Beast, or Tear of some relenting Tree, Is not to worship, but delude. Cratander, The Gods recall my courtesy; I stand Doubly engaged, to Heaven, and to thee; But thou canst easier pardon; for I know Thy virtue's such, that thou hadst rather suffer thyself, than Heaven should be violated. Being then this sword must cut thy precious thread, If Statues may preserve thee, and thou thinkst it A life to flourish in fair memory, I'll people all my Kingdom with thy Images, To which they shall pay vows, as to those Gods Who now require thy company. ye Powers, Why are you grown thus cruel unto Virtue? 'T will be a wish hereafter to be foul. I cannot see him die, and live myself. Pray you defer his death a while, don't post him Away; perhaps the Gods may spare him yet. I know that divers minds are here contained Under one silence, all expecting how I'll bear this sudden accident. T'accuse Or Gods, or Men, 's the part of him that would Live longer. If I look on the desires Of some here, whensoever I shall fall, I shall be thought t'have lived too little: if On the Actions I have done, I've lived enough If on the injuries of Fortune, too much: If on mine honour, and my fame, I shall Live still; he gains by death that doth die praised. others' have longer kept an Empire, but None better left it. To speak more, were but A sluggard's Policy, to defer his sufferings. On to the Altar. Art thou willing too? Cursed be my Victory! and thou my Sword Be never henceforth happy, if there be Another Sacrifice to fall like this. Witness ye Gods, how I unwilling pay My vows in kind. Most virtuous Cratander, (Worthy of Heaven, but yet to tarry longer, And make Earth happy by thy presence,) look; These tears I pay thee as a sad farewell. I feel the blow myself that I must give thee.
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Insonuit cum verbere signa magister, Muta to sque edunt pariter tunc pectora motus, In latus allisis clypeis, aut rursus in altum Vibratis, grave parma sonat mucronis acurum Murmur, & umbonum pulsu modulante resultans Ferreus alterno concentus plauditur ctu. I see that Sardis hath it's Amazons: An Army of these would subdue the world. THe fire is fully kindled, and the people All in their festivall attire; there wants Only the Sacrifice, and your selfe to kill it. The voyce of Ravens in the dead of night Conveighs not harsher notes into mine eares. I've pardon'd him. You cannot, unlesse you Will be more impious in preserving him, Than you were valorous in conquering. Will not the Gods receive an Hecatombe Of Oxen in exchange? may we not finde The Destiny's in Beasts entralls? we will choake The fire with weighty lumps of richer gummes, And send perfum'd clouds up into their seates In one continued thankefulnesse, if that They'le spare this humane Sacrifice. To promise The fairest Captive, and redeeme him with A Beast, or Teare of some relenting Tree, Is not to worship, but delude. Cratander, The Gods recall my courtesy; I stand Doubly ingag'd, to Heav'n, and to thee; But thou canst easier pardon; for I know Thy Vertue's such, that thou hadst rather suffer Thy selfe, than Heav'n should be violated. Being then this sword must cut thy pretious thread, If Statues may preserve thee, and thou thinkst it A life to florish in faire memory, I'le people all my Kingdome with thy Images, To which they shall pay vowes, as to those Gods Who now require thy company. Ye Powers, Why are you growne thus cruell unto Vertue? 'T will be a wish hereafter to be foule. I cannot see him die, and live my selfe. Pray you defer his death a while, don't post him Away; perhaps the Gods may spare him yet. I know that divers mindes are here contain'd Under one silence, all expecting how I'le beare this sudden accident. T'accuse Or Gods, or Men,'s the part of him that would Live longer. If I looke on the desires Of some here, whensoever I shall fall, I shall be thought t'have liv'd too little: if On the Actions I have done, I've liv'd enough If on the injuries of Fortune, too much: If on mine honour, and my fame, I shall Live still; he gaines by death that doth die prays'd▪ Others have longer kept an Empire, but None better left it. To speake more, were but A sluggard's Policy, to defer his suffrings. On to the Altar. Art thou willing too? Curs'd be my Victory! and thou my Sword Be never henceforth happy, if there be Another Sacrifice to fall like this. Witnesse yee Gods, how I unwilling pay My vowes in kinde. Most vertuous Cratander, (Worthy of Heav'n, but yet to tarry longer, And make Earth happy by thy presence,) looke; These teares I pay thee as a sad farewell. I feele the blow my selfe that I must give thee.