Richards, Nathaniel · published 1640 · first performed or written 1635 [1634-1636] (Annals) tragedy · King's Revels Company unassigned nearest T36 Hell, Furies and the language of punishm · 509 words
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To shine in pearl, and gold flow in treasure. Fed with delicious Cates, to swim in pleasure. breath. tossed on the downy beds of dalliance. Peace hell bred hag, stop thy unhallowed throat. Dispatch, resolve to go or die. Then die, Arm you brave Roman Dames, Terrestrial stars, Armed with fair fortitude resolve to die, That when you're gone I may look up and see Your chaste thought stars in the Celestial spheres▪ Is it not better die then live at court? Racked, torn and tossed on proud dishonours wheel, There to be whored, your excellence defiled, Rather be free, be free rare spirits for Succeeding times to wonder at; spurn, spurn In contempt of death, at deaths base strife, To die for virtue is a glorious life. O blessed encouragement. All are so willing, there's not one of us would wish to live, so fairest mind farewell, Behold we link in love, thus armed to die, Strike slaves, mount souls, fly to eternity. Mischievous Monsters, O what have you done. Take this, this, and this for me, ye Puppets Of purity. would you be gone! Nay you damned hell-bag I'll preserve you safe Manutius Folio wake, wake from drowsy sleep. How's this, locked in, what the great devil Will become of me. Murder murder, what ho, Manutius awake. How she bawls, vengeance stop your throat. O see where murdered chastity lies slain, Under my tragic roof this fatal night. Sad dismal accident. Here take this bawd. She hath a large hand in this impious act Take, hang her by the heels then let my dogs, Compelled through hunger tear, eat her alive, I must to Court there prosecute the rest. Remove those bodies I'll take charge of this, O thou insufferable Bitch Whore, Bawd, Have you been actor in this bloody Scene? You shall be gnawn with dogs for't, tottered And piecemeal torn, you shall you rotten Stinking ton of decayed Lechery you shall. Yet, I will set thee free, grease me now finely, Finely i'th' Fist, you know the Art, money Will corrupt, 'tis beggary to be honest. Hold there's my purse, the better part is gold Perform thy promise, I'll advance thy state At Court promote thee. To wear brave clothes. Rich, wondrous rich. And shall I have a wench. A very dainty device, a Springer▪ One that shall make thy constitution curvet And wind about thee like a Skein of Silk Tickle, tickle, tickle thee my brave bully: Sayst thou so, my old motion's procurer, Go thy ways— stay— O wonderful what's that There betwixt thy teeth, gape. Au, au, au. We must be honest here, nay you shall go Not to be tickle, tickle, tickled, but To be tottered with your heels aloft To be totter, totter, tottered my brave Bawd, To be tottered. Menester, Valens, Proculus, not all No, not a world of favourites can yield To us that free delight in dalliance which Silius gives, he must not live at Forum, Though it be near at hand 'tis too far off Calphurnia.
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To shine in pearle, and gold flow in treasure. Fed with delicious Cates, to swim in pleasure. breath. Tost on the downy beds of dalliance. Peace hell bred hagge, stop thy unhallow'd throat. Dispatch, resolve to goe or die. Then die, Arme you brave Roman Dames, Tertestriall stars, Arm'd with faire fortitude resolve to die, That when y'are gone I may looke up and see Your chast thought starres in the Celestiall spheares▪ Is it not better die then live at court? Rackt, torne and tost on proud dishonours wheele, There to be whoor'd, your excellence defil'd, Rather be free, be free rare spirits for Succeeding times to wonder at; spurne, spurne In contempt of death, at deaths base strife, To die for vertue is a glorious life. O blest encouragement. All are so willing, ther's not one of us Wu'd wish to live, so fairest mind farewell, Behold we linke in love, thus arm'd to die, Strike slaves, mount soules, fly to eternitie. Mischievous Monsters, O what have you don. Take this, this, and this for me, ye Puppets Of purity. Wu'd you be gone! Nay you damb'd hell-hagge I'le preserve you safe Manutius Folio wake, wake from drowsie sleepe. How's this, lockt in, what the great divell Will become of me. Murder murder, what ho, Manutius awake. How she bawles, vengeance stop your throat. O see where murder'd chastitie lies slaine, Vnder my tragicke roofe this fatall night. Sad dismall accident. Here take this Baud. She hath a large hand in this impious act Take, hang her by the heeles then let my dogs, Compell'd through hunger teare, eate her alive, I must to Court there prosecute the rest. Remove those bodies I'le take charge of this, O thou insufferable Bitch Whore, Bawd, Have you beene actor in this blooddy Scene? You shall be gnawne with dogges for't, totter'd And peecemeale torne, you shall you rotten Stinking tunne of decay'd Letchery you shall. Yet, I will set thee free, grease me now finely, Finely ith' Fist, you know the Art, mony Will corrupt, 'tis beggery to be honest. Hold ther's my purse, the better part is gold Performe thy promise, I'le advance thy stae At Court promote thee. To weare brave cloathes. Rich, wondrous rich. And shall I have a wench. A very daintie device, a Springer▪ One that shall make thy constitution curvet And winde about thee like a Skeine of Silke Titckle, tickle, tickle thee my brave bully: Sayst thou so, my old motions procurer, Goe thy wayes—stay—O wonderfull whats that There betwixt thy teeth, gape. Au, au, au. We must be honest here, nay you shall goe Not to be tickle, tickle, tickl'd, but To be totter'd with your heeles aloft To be totter, totter, totter'd my brave Bawd, To be totter'd. Menester, Valens, Proculus, not all No, not a world of favorites can yeeld To us that free delight in dalliance which Silius gives, he must not live at Forum, Though it be neare at hand 'tis too farre off Calphurnia.