D., J. · published 1640 · first performed or written c.1625 [revised c.1632] (Annals) comedy · Unknown · Fortune unassigned nearest T1 Death, grief and revenge · 469 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T1: death, life, dead, die, blood, revenge, soul, father, heart, heaven.
I cannot hold: his voice, his humour, I dare swear as much, 'tis he; 'Tis he by heaven, my Iulio. Franciscus, preserver of my life; O let me kiss the ground whereon thou treadest, then rise to thank thee. That I could spend myself to tears for joy, bear witness you that know it: Iulio, for ever dwell within these arms of mine, thou truest among men, I have not power to question thee, my danger, my joy is so excessive; run all to spoil, & terror meet with terror; I fear none my Julio. Strike when thou wilt proud death, I dare thee now; For having what I wished, I wish no more, nor would entreat time to defer a minute to have him rest an age, since all things must have end, end it at once, my prayer is confirmed, I have seen you ere I die. And if you love me wish me not that wrong by praying for your end: do not quite undo me, if you but knew my heart, my Julio, you would not crave't again: I could have comfort now, and clean forget the dangers I have passed, and those pursue me still: nothing to come can half so much dismay, as thou dost comfort; be it sudden death or torture worse than it: but for your sake, would in my womb I had been strangled, and never drawn this air. Where art thou Conscience? whither hast thou took Since thou didst leave man's breast? that we should all have mothers; Wisdom all, yet all contemn her precepts: when you first fled, and by commandment from the Senate house, your ships and lands were seized on for the State, those that which stayed them did appear so near, as if their blood had tied them to your service, grew so forgetful in a moment's space, that neither argument, nor extreme signs could win them to belief there had been such, as what you were to them: I (as no less I could) bound to't by duty, spoke your merits still, and did maintain your right, on the Allies of your inconstant wife: but I am poor for't, truth was still despised, and less I could not be. Take all I have: had I my former wealth, My bounty could not recompense thy worth, And pour it all before thee (my dear Iulio:) Be not impatient with thy sufferance, he's above will pay thee all My debts, though I should perish now. Contemned for me? alack, alack, if there be such A thing in Charity, be charitable: do not curse the cause Of this thy present want, I do beseech thee do not thou Iulio? I prithee answer me, and either do what I have wished, Or cure the wound thou hast made.
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I cannot hold: his voice, his humour, I dare ſweare as much, 'tis he; 'Tis he by heaven, my Iulio. Franciſcus, preſerver of my life; O let mee kiſſe the ground whereon thou treadeſt, then riſe to thank thee. That I could ſpend my ſelf to teares for joy, beare witneſſe you that know it: Iulio, for ever dwell within theſe arms of mine, thou trueſt among men, I have not power to queſtion thee, my danger, my joy is ſo exceſſive; runne all to ſpoyle, & terrour meet with terrour; I feare none my Julio. Strike when thou wilt proud death, I dare thee now; For having what I wiſht, I wiſh no more, nor would entreate time to deferre a minuite to have him reſt an age, ſince all things muſt have end, end it at once, my prayer is confirm'd, I have ſeene you e're I die. And if you love me wiſh me not that wrong by praying for your end: doe not quite undoe me, if you but knew my heart, my Julio, you would not crav't againe: I could have comfort now, and cleane forget the dangers I have paſt, and thoſe purſue me ſtill: nothing to come can halfe ſo much diſmay, as thou doſt comfort; be it ſuddaine death or torture worſe than it: but for your ſake, would in my wombe I had bin ſtrangled, and never drawne this aire. Where art thou Conſcience? whither haſt thou tooke Since thou didſt leave mans breaſt? that wee ſhould all have mothers; VViſedome all, yet all contemne her precepts: when you firſt fled, and by command'ment from the Senate houſe, your ſhips and lands were ſiez'd on for the State, thoſe that which ſtaid them did appeare ſo neare, as if their blood had ty'd them to your ſervice, grew ſo forgetfull in a moments ſpace, that neither argument, nor extreame ſignes could winne them to beliefe there had beene ſuch, as what you were to them: I (as no leſſe I could) bound to't by duty, ſpoke your merits ſtill, and did maintaine your right, on the Allyes of your inconſtant wife: but I am poore for't, truth was ſtill deſpis'd, and leſſe I could not be. Take all I have▪ had I my former wealth, My bounty could not recompence thy worth, And powre it all before thee (my deare Iulio:) Be not impatient with thy ſufferance, he's above wil pay thee all My debts, though I ſhould periſh now. Contemn'd for me? alack, alack, if there be ſuch A thing in Charity, be charitable: doe not curſe the cauſe Of this thy preſent want, I doe beſeech thee doe not thou Iulio? I prethee anſwer me, and either doe what I have wiſht, Or cure the wound thou haſt made.