Richards, Nathaniel · published 1640 · first performed or written 1635 [1634-1636] (Annals) tragedy · King's Revels Company unassigned nearest T1 Death, grief and revenge · 463 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T1: death, life, dead, die, blood, revenge, soul, father, heart, heaven.
Cease admiration And be sure of this, though I must confess I hither came Armed with a full intent To take thy life, yet Silius ne'er shall add To his libidinous life, a murderer's name. Of illa, 'tis ever best, the worst to shun, By murder's murderers souls are oft undone; I wish I were far better than I am. But since without my most assured ruin It cannot be; being so far engaged Into the Empress favour, I must on Make use of some device cloaked with deceit, That far beyond persuasion may enforce Thy death's belief. Kill, O kill me rather. Be not far crueler to thyself then death To put to hazard on so slight a ground Thy life for mine; I know the Empress That if least notice of my life she hear, Not ireful Nemesis in swift revenge Could be more speedy. Pish, I will so work You shall not need to fear, therefore as I, At court with my continuance must make way To clear suspect; use you the matter so Among your noble Family whereby Argos eyed Envy descry me not; I Shall securely live dreadless of danger. Though you had struck my body full of wounds And I survive, my fierce revenge should he Good against ill, how to preserve your life. thouart the true Emblem of a perfect wife, For whose rare virtue, from my soul I wish All husbands were the same, in that right way A perfect husband truly aught to be. Which since in me (ordained by powerful Fate) Never to be avoided backward runs, Let my recursion from thy mind expel, That Serpent foe to life; sad griefs extreme. As grossly vain in being remediless, and Therefore shun it, patient conjuence Is the calm of trouble, best cure 'gainst care, Gives greatness best content in mean estate. Why do I then (like Godless villains) tell, The way t'heaven, yet lead the path to hell. Minds that will mount into superior state, Climb mischief's Ladder; virtuous actions hate. Yet is't not so with Silius; I do love Those virtues in another, though I want The like performance; nor shall my high aim, Raised on advancements top do me more good, Then th'enjoining free from the act of blood. But I protract delay, there's danger in't; Video meliora, proboque, deteriora Sequor. Never was man so infinitely Bewitched; charmed, and enchanted as is Caius Silius, to leave a constant wife; farewell, We must part. Must, must, O wretched word o Mischievous command; must we part. We must; nay prithee weep not sweet, Blessings like drops of rain shower on thy soul, O that I might part dying in thine arms. Farewell. Farewell. Tears want their remedy, There is no striving, 'gainst our destiny▪
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Cease admiration And be sure of this, though I must confesse I hither came Arm'd with a full intent To take thy life, yet Silius ne'r shall adde To his libidinous life, a murderers name. Of ill, 'tis ever best, the worst to shnne, By murders murderers soules are oft undone; I wish I were farre better then I am. But since without my most assured ruine It cannot be; being so farre ingag'd Into the Empresse favour, I must on Make use of some devise cloakt with deceit, That farre beyond perswasion may enforce Thy deaths beefe. Kill, O kill me rather. Be not far crueller to thy selfe then death To put to hazard on so slight a ground Thy life for mine; I know the Emp'resse That if least notice of my life she heare, Not irefull Nemesis in swift revenge Could be more speedy. Pish, I will so worke You shall not neede to feare, therefore as I, At court with my continuance must make way To cleare suspect; use you the matter so Among your noble Family whereby Argos ey'd Envie descrie me not; I Shall securely live dreadlesse of danger. Though you had struck my body fll of wounnds And I survive, m fierce revenge should he Good against ill, how to preserve your life. Th'art the true Emblem of a perfect wife, For whose rare vertue, from my soule I wish All husbands were the same, in that right way A perfect husband truly ought to be. Which since in me (ordain'd by powerfull Fate) Never to be avoyded backward runnes, Let my recursion from thy mind expell, That Serpent foe to life; sad griefes extreame. As grossely vaine in being remedilesse, and Therefore shunne it, patient conjuence Is the calme of trouble, best cure gainst care, Gives greatnesse best content in meane estate. Why doe I then (like Godlesse villains) tell, The way t'heaven, yet lead the path to hell. Mindes that will mount into superiour state, Climbe mischiefes Ladder; vertuous actions hate. Yet ist not so with Silius; I doe love Those vertues in another, though I want The like performance; nor shall my high ayme, Rais'd on advancements top doe me more good, Then th'injoyning free from the act of blood. But I protract delay, ther's danger in't; Video meliora, proboque, deteriora Sequor. Never was man so infinitely Bewitcht; charm'd, and inchanted as is Caiu Silius, to leave a constant wife; farewell, We must part. Must, must, O wretched word o Mischievous command; must we part. We must; nay prethee weepe not sweet, Blessings like drops of raine shower on thy soule, O that I might part dying in thine armes. Farewell. Farewell. Teares want their remedy, There is no striving, gainst our destinie▪