Richards, Nathaniel · published 1640 · first performed or written 1635 [1634-1636] (Annals) tragedy · King's Revels Company T36 Hell, Furies and the language of punishm typicality 0.81 · 524 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T36: hell, earth, gods, death, ghosts, blood, bloody, heaven, night, ghost.
Not unto me Vibidia but to heaven, To that let's kneel, to that omnipotence Which made this earth, let's both with holy zeal Salute our mother earth in ardent love, To heavens great Master. Now the good Gods preserve us. Fly to the vault, I fear we are betrayed. Search, search about, My Genius whispered in mine ears last night The vestals lodged within this mad Maud's house She dies for't, while the chaste puppets we will Drag to court, there ravish and there kill, ' I will prove an excellent closing to the Masque. How if we find them no▪ (my Lord) Find or find not, for that I'm sure theyare here we'll fire the house and flame it into Air. The ground shakes, I sink, zounds Hems hemmed to the earth I cannot stir. Nor I I sink, Stitch sinks Had we our names for this, a vengeance of All false Stitches, they have sticht me, O horror. How's this. Hell and confusion devils and Furies Horror of darkness, what dread sight is this What black Red-raw-eyed witch hath charmed this ground▪ Sink'st thou my limbs supporter; must I yield, Dost thou then faint proud flesh, mount mount my blood, And like Enceladus out dare thy fate, O that my wish were suited to my will Now would I cuckold all the world, leave not A man unhorned, a maid unraped, beget A brood of centaurs to supply, and work The world's confusion; ha more horror yet, Why silly dames, I confess your murders, But to repent the fact, know that my heart. Is like the Corsic Rock, more hard; far more Unpassable than chimaera mount, what's That in white there, what so e'er it be; the Majesty it bears, trembles my sinews, O how it shakes me; came Furies clad in Flames, not all hell's tortures, th'affrights & horrors Equals the thousand part the pains I feel Through sight of that, that flaming Crystal, sink Me O— earth; Pindus and Ossa cover Me with Snow, hide me Cimmerian darkness Let me not see it, my Eye sight fails Ingeniosi sumus ad salendum nosmet ipsos, Farewell Rome's Empress To all ambitious vermin, Punks, Pimps, and Panders, Whores and bawds farewell. Confound the world, the worst of death is hell. Make way there for shame; clear the stairs, You of the guard, force all intruders back, Back, back, back there, keep back, For shame make haste, way for my Lords the Senate. Burn beards and faces, burn 'em in the face. That offer to press in▪ Abstract of rare perfection my Iuno, Glorious Empress all admiration. Excellent Silius all perfection. Amazing rarity, beauty's treasure. Nature's wonder, my delight my pleasure. Let me suck Nectar, kiss, kiss, O kiss me. Soul to my lips, embrace, hug, hug me. Leap heart. Mount blood. Thus relish all my bliss. Again the pressure of that melting kiss. Descend my Venus all composed of love. Locked in thy Arms my Mars. Down, down we come Like glistering Phoebus mounted in his Car, When in the height of the celestial signs He sails along the Circuit of the Sky.
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Not unto me Vibidia but to heaven, To that lets kneele, to that omnipotence Which made this earth, lets both with holy zeale Salute our mother earth in ardent love, To heavens great Master. Now the good Gods preserve us. Fly to the vault, I feare we are betrayd. Search, search about, My Genius whisper'd in mine eares last night The vestalls lodgd within this mad Mawdes house Shee dies for't, while the chaste puppets we will Drag to court, there ravish and there kill, 'I will prove an excellent closing to the Masque. How if we finde them no▪ (my Lord) Finde or finde not, for that I'me sure th'are here Wee'l fire the house and flame it into Ayre. The ground shakes, I sinke, Zownes Hems hem'd to the earth I cannot stirre. Nor I I sinke, Stitch sinkes Had we our names for this, a vengeance of All false Stitches, they have stirct me, O horror. How's this. Hell and confusion Divells and Furies Horror of darkenesse, what dread sight is this What black Red-raw-eyd witch hath charm'd this ground▪ Sink'st thou my limbes supporter; must I yeeld, Dost thou then faint proud flesh, mount mount my blood, And like Encladus out dare thy fate, O that my wish were suited to my will Now would I cuckold all the world, leave not A man unhorn'd, a maid unrap't, beget A bood of Centaure's to supply, and worke The worlds confusion; ha more horror yet, Why silly dames, I confesse your murders, But to repent the fact, know that my heart. Is like the Corsick Rock, more hard; farre more Vnpassable then Chymera mount, whats That in white there, what so e're it be; the Majesty it beares, trembles my sinewes, O how it shakes me; came Furies clad in Flames, not all hells totturts, th'affrights & horrours Equalls the thousand part the paines I feele Through sight of that, that flaming Christall, sinke Me O—earth; Pindus and Ossa cover Me with Snow, hide me Cimerian darkenesse Let me not see it, my Eye sight failes Ingeniosi sumus ad salendum nosmet ipsos, Farewell Romes Emp'resse To all ambitious vermine, Puncks, Pimpes, and Panders, Whores and Bawdes farewell. Confound the world, the worst of death is hell. Make way there for shame; cleare the staires, You of the guard, force all intruders backe, Backe, backe, backe there, keepe backe, For shame make hast, way for my Lords the Senate. Burne beards and faces, burne em in the face. That offer to presse in▪ Abstract of rare perfection my Iuno, Glorious Emp'resse all admiration. Excellent Silius all perfection. Amazing rarity, beauties treasure. Natures wonder, my delight my pleasure. Let me suck Nectar, kisse, kisse, O kisse me. Soule to my lips, embrace, hug, hug me. Leap heart. Mount blood. Thus rellish all my blisse. Agen the pressure of that melting kisse. Descend my Venus all compos'd of love. Lockt in thy Armes my Mars. Downe, downe we come Like glistring Phaebus mounted in his Car, When in the height of the celestiall signes He sayles along the Circuit of the Skie.