D., J. · published 1640 · first performed or written c.1625 [revised c.1632] (Annals) comedy · Unknown · Fortune unassigned nearest T15 Friars and holy orders in plot · 491 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T15: friar, lord, holy, friars, robin, peggy, lacie, angelo, love, nun.
Oh, some charitable creature! Francisco, dear Francisco. No pity, no remorse, I bleed, and much effusion robs me of my breath, something of sense relieve me, help, o help. That dying tune, was sure a man's, where art thou friend, speak thou that cried'st for help, if thou wouldst have thy wish, speak once again: where art thou? Here. To one in thy case could I ne'er less wish, than health and mercy, how fare you sir? Oh! Oh! His utterance is decayed, and life begins to creep out of his wounds: let me see, so many, and so mortal! can I but stay the course I wish no more: have I nothing left, to stay this passage: well, yet still he breathes, that I had here some help. Thy aid Omnipotent, yet his pulses beat, life is not quite discharged,— no succour! keep he but motion, till I can bear him to my Cell, I doubt not, his recovery: this wind, this wind, that my Balms were here: for my youthful day's heaven lend ability. Run to all brief confusion. Good, sir, be pacified. Even in the pride, and noon time of his fortunes, brought to destruction thus: a milder, better tempered Gentleman, Venice nor Europe yielded; his knowledge made me proud, and I was rich in his adoption. O my Franciscus, o my gentle Lord! My brother, my dear brother. My son, my son, so noble, valiant, wise, dearer to me than him I call mine own by true succession, do you weep? I am not blessed, all things do sort contrary; 'twill not do, my projects thrive not, would I had been silent, we know the first, but not the last, I begin to perceive our policies of times whets the Axe, cuts off our own necks; I have and one myself, that it should come to this, we seek to mend so long, that we mar all: for mine own part, would I could have been content: but who would have dreamt the course would have proved so violent: well this I am sure on, I may starve ere I get such another friend. Sister, if it be true, as so the rumour goes, you have played false, and wronged your dearest friend: you are not worthy such another man, you sole Queen of Afrique; had you to live as many ample years as our first fathers, or their ages thrice: you might spend all those tedious houses twice told, ere you find a Mate so worthy, were you equivalent, in birth and beauty, and had no parallel: Neptune's gems to boot, you want worth and excellency both, to weigh down his demerit; Virtue and Honour stamped him for their own, at his first being, and the Graces strove to increase his plenitude. More perfection than he has, he needs not, where ere he's betook. Something that's mighty, stain me Leopard like, if ere I gave offence.
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Oh, ſome charitable creaure! Franciſco, dear Franciſco. No pittie, no remorſe, I bleed, and much effuſion robs me of my breath, ſomething of ſence relieve me, help, ô help. That dying tune, was ſure a mans, where art thou friend, ſpeak thou that cryd'ſt for help, if thou wouldſt have thy wiſh, ſpeak once again: where art thou? Here. To one in thy caſe could I nere leſſe wiſh, then health and mercy, how fare you ſir? Oh! Oh! His utterance is decayed, and life begins to creep out of his wounds: let me ſee, ſo many, and ſo mortall! can I but ſtay the courſe I wiſh no more: have I nothing left, to ſtay this paſſage: well, yet ſtill hee breathes, that I had here ſome help. Thy aid Omnipotent, yet his pulſes beat, life is not quite diſcharged,—no ſuccour! keep he but motion, till I can beare him to my Cell, I doubt not, his recovery: this winde, this winde, that my Balmes were here: for my youthfull dayes heaven lend ability. Run to all brief confuſion. Good, ſir, be pacified. Even in the pride, and noon time of his fortunes, brought to deſtruction thus: a milder, better tempered Gentleman, Venice nor Europe yielded; his knowledge made me proude, and I was rich in his adoption. O my Franciſcus, ô my gentle Lord! My brother, my deare brother. My ſonne, my ſonne, ſo noble, valiant, wiſe, dearer to me then him I call mine owne by true ſucceſſion, doe you weep? I am not bleſt, all things doe ſort contrary; 'twill not do, my projects thrive not, would I had been ſilent, wee know the firſt, but not the laſt, I begin to perceive our policies of times whets the Axe, cuts off our own necks; I have and one my ſelfe, that it ſhould come to this, wee ſeeke to mend ſo long, that we marre all: for mine own part, would I could have been content: but who would have dreamt the courſe would have proved ſo violent: well this I am ſure on, I may ſtarve ere I get ſuch another friend. Siſter, if it be true, as ſo the rumour goes, you have playd falſe, and wronged your deareſt friend: you are not worthy ſuch another man, you ſole Queene of Africk; had you to live as many ample yeares as our firſt fathers, or their ages thrice: you might ſpend all thoſe tedious houſes twice told, ere you finde a Mate ſo worthy, were you equivalent, in birth and beauty, and had no paralell: Neptunes gems to boot, you want worth and excellencie both, to weigh down his demerit; Vertue and Honour ſtampt him for their own, at his firſt being, and the Graces ſtrove to increaſe his plenitude. More perfection then he has, hee needs not, where ere he's betook. Somthing that's mighty, ſtain me Leopard like, if ere I gave offence.