Richards, Nathaniel · published 1640 · first performed or written 1635 [1634-1636] (Annals) tragedy · King's Revels Company unassigned nearest T60 Imperial Rome: rulers, favour and politi · 509 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T60: caesar, rome, emperor, empire, honour, lord, lucius, great, palsgrave, kings.
How's this, dare not, is that answer for us Why fool, poor scum of the Earth dost know What 'tis to stop an Empress lofty will: Saufellus, within there, a Guard, we'll learn You better manners, hoist him on the Rack, To the Rack with him, tear limb from limb, dare not We will enforce thee wretch. O dog; not do; Up with the Snow ball, melt him, so, so, so. Shall our high favours, (equal to base and Mercenary Trulls) prove common put off's, What say you now Sir. That I am truly miserable, weak, And vile, not being able to endure This torment, O let me down; my pain, but Not my mind yields to your bed, I do Consent, consent. Ha, ha, do you so, Sir; Let him down, and let him find sudden cure Command our Doctors, feed him hot and high, pleasure's a Princess full felicity. Man's a weak Bulrush; all his fortitude Brittle at best; witness these tentered, limbs, Witness the Rack, which tears me from the sight Of sacred virtue; whose just anger now, Like a denied wooer puts me off, Blushing and despairing; Heaven out of sight man's out of heart, all virtues lose their light. MY servants all are fast 'tis dead of night, And yet my restless senses want their rest; This was no wont to be, 'tis wondrous strange I fear (nor is't unlike) my daughter, my Most ambitious, irreverent daughter, Dead to good counsel, now in great Caesar's Absence, most apt for ill; takes her full flight To the loose life of all licentiousness, Now at this instant wrongs him, and that the Gods, whose eyes see blackest deeds, do see and Abhor; and therefore caused me thus to wake From dead resembling sleep, to pray T'oppose her ill with good, heaven I obey. Open the door, O noble Lepida Open the door. What ill includes this noise. Open the door, O save us from the gripes Of Rape and Ruin. That was a woman's voice most certain 'twas, I will no longer stay you. O save us from the Rape, death dogs us At the heels. Our parents and husbands slain In their beds this night, have paid life's forfeit For our escape. For whom there is no hope If sheltered not under your wings of safety▪ She is your daughter that commands this ill. Woe is me wretch, accursed be the time That brought her forth; O may it ever be, For ever bar the rank of blessed hours. Hark, hark, they come, that fatal bell rings their, Approach; turn us to Air some whirlwind, ere We perish through spotted whoredom. O are you here. And have we found you out. O you abominable pictures of peevish virtue, ye thread bare thin cheeked chastity, Ye Puppets. I am amazed, if from my daughter sent, Tell me ye frightful villains her demand. Them there, whose paltry puling honesty, Merits no favour but a world of mischief, They must live at Court. There to live, and brave.
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How's this, dare not, is that answer for us Why foole, poore scumme of the Earth do'st know What tis to stop an Empresse loftie will: Saufellus, within there, a Guard, wee'l learne You better manners, hoist him on the Racke, To the Racke with him, teare limbe from limbe, dare not We will enforce thee wretch. O dog; not doe; Vp with the Snow ball, melt him, so, so, so. Shall our high favours, (equall to base and Mercinare Trulls) prove common put offs, What say you now Sir. That I am truly miserable, weake, And vile, not being able to endure This torment, O let me downe; my paine, but Not my minde yeelds to your bed, I doe Consent, consent. Ha, ha, doe you so, Sir; Let him downe, and let him finde sudaine cure Command our Docters, feede him hot and high, Pleasur's a Princesse full felicitie. Mans a weake Bulrush; all his fortitude Brittle at best; witnesse these tenter'd, limbes, Witnesse the Racke, which teares me from the sight Of sacred vertue; whose just anger now, Like a dnyed wooer puts me off, Blushing and despairing; eaven out of sight Mans out of heart, all virtues lose their light. MY servants all are fast 'tis dead of night, And yet my restlesse senses want their rest; This was no wont to be, tis wondrous strange I feare (nor is't unlike) my daughter, my Most ambitious, irreverent daughter, Dead to good counsell, now in great Caesars Absence, most apt for ill; takes her full flight To the loose life of all licentiousnesse, Now at this instant wrongs him, and that the Gods, whole eyes see blackest deeds, doe see and Abhorre; and therefore caus'd me thus to wake From dead resembling sleepe, to pray T'oppose her ill with good, heaven I obay. Open the doore, O noble Lepida Open the doore. What ill includes this noyse. Open the doore, O save us from the gripes Of Rape and Ruine. That was a womans voyce most certaine 'twas, I will no longer stay you. O save us from the Rape, death doggs us At the heeles. Our parents and husbands slaine In their beds this night, have payd lifes forfeit For our escape. For whom there is no hope If shelter'd not under your wings of safetie▪ She is your daughter that commands this ill. Woe is me wretch, accursed be the time That brought her forth; O may it ever be, For ever bard the ranke of blessed houres. Harke, harke, they come, that fatall bell rings their, Approach; turne us to Ayre some whirlewind, er'e We perish through spotted whoredome. O are you here. And have we found you out. O you abominable pictures of eevish vertue, ye thread bare thin cheek't chastitie, Ye Puppets. I am amaz'd, if from my daughter sent, Tell me ye frightfull villaines her demand. Them there, whose paltery puling honestie, Merits no favour but a world of mischiefe, They must live at Court. There to live, and brave.