Rawlins, Thomas · published 1640 · first performed or written 1638 [1637-1639] (Annals) tragedy · King's Revels Company unassigned nearest T1 Death, grief and revenge · 500 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T1: death, life, dead, die, blood, revenge, soul, father, heart, heaven.
O are you moved sir, has the deserved name Of Traitor pricked you? Deserved? Yes. Yes. Machvile thou liest; hadst thou a heart Of hardened steel, my powerful Arm Should pierce it. The Governor Slain by Antonio's hand? No, by the hand of justice; fly, fly my Lord. Send for a Chirurgeon to dress Count Machvile, He must be now our Governor; the King Signed it in the dead Governors Commission. Now I repent too late my cash contempt, The horror of a Murderer will still Follow my guilty thoughts, fly where I will. I'm wounded, else Coward Antonio Thou shouldst not fly from my revengeful Arm: But may my curses fall upon thy head Heavy as thunder; mayst thou die Burdened with ulcerous sins, whose very Weight may sink thee down to Hell: Beneath the reach of smooth-faced mercy's arm. Confusion choke your rash officious throats, And may that breath that speaks his loathed name Beget a Plague, whose hot infectious air May scald you up to blisters, which foretell A purge of life: up Machvile, Thoest thy will, howe'er cross Fate Divert the people's hearts; they must perforce Sue to that Shrine our liking shall erect. The Governor is dead, Antonio's lost To any thing but death; 'tis out glad fate, To gripe the staff of what we looked for state. My bloods ambitious, and runs through my veins Like nimble water through a Leaden Pipe Up to some barren Mountain: I must have more, All wealth in my thoughts to a Crown is poor. 'Tis a near Gown and fashionable Madam; is't not love? Upon my Virginity wonderful handsome: dear, when we are married I'll have such a one; Shall I not chicken? ha. What else, kind Nurse. Truly you Tailors are the most sanctified members Of a Kingdom: How many crooked and untoward bodies have You set upright, that they go now so straight in their Lives and conversation, as the proudest on them all? That's certain, none prouder. How mean you sir? Faith Madam your crooked movables in artificial bodies, that rectify the deformity of nature's overplus, as bunching backs, or scarcity, as scanty shoulders, are the proudest creatures; you shall have them jet with it an undaunted boldness; for the truth is, what they want in substance they have in air: They will scold the Tailor out of his Art, And impute the defect of nature to his want Of skill, though his labour make her appearance Pride worthy. Well said my bird's eye, stand for the credit of Tailors whilst thou livest; wilt thou not Chuck? Ha, sayst thou my dear? I were ungrateful else. Nurse pray leave us, your presence makes your Sweet heart negligent of what he comes about; Pray be won to leave us here. Madam your will's obeyed: Yet I can hardly pass from thee my love. At such a sudden warning. Your eager love may be termed dotage, For shame confess yourself to less expressions: Leave my Lady.
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O are you mov'd sir, has the deserved name Of Traytor prickt you? Deserv'd? Yes. Yes. Machvile thou lyest; hadst thou a heart Of harden'd steele, my powerfull Arme Should pierce it. The Governour Slaine by Antonio's hand? No, by the hand of Iustice; fly, fly my Lord. Send for a Chirurgeon to dresse Count Machvile, He must be now our Governour; the King Signed it in the dead Governours Commission. Now I repent too late my cash contempt, The horrour of a Murtherer will still Follow my guilty thoughts, fly where I will. I'me wounded, else Coward Antonio Thou shouldst not fly from my revengefull Arme: But may my curses fall upon thy head Heavy as thunder; maist thou dye Burthen'd with ulcerous sins, whose very Weight may sinke thee downe to Hell: Beneath the reach of smooth-fac'd mercies arme. Confusion choake your rash officious throates, And may that breath that speakes his loathed name Beget a Plague, whose hot infectious aire May scald you up to blisters, which foretell A purge of life: up Machvile, Tho'st thy will, how ere crosse Fate Divert the peoples hearts; they must perforce Sue to that Shrine our liking shall erect. The Governour is dead, Antonio's lost To any thing but death; 'tis out glad fate, To gripe the staffe of what wee look't for state. My bloods ambitious, and runs through my veines Like nimble water through a Leaden Pipe Up to some barren Mountaine: I must have more, All wealth in my thoughs to a Crowne is poore. 'Tis a neare Gowne and fashionable Madam; i'st not love? Upon my Virginity wonderfull handsome: Deare, when we are married Ile have such a one; Shall I not chicken? ha. What else, kind Nurse. Truely you Taylers are the most sanctified members Of a Kingdome: How many crooked and untoward bodies have You set upright, that they goe now so straight in their Lives and conversation, as the proudest on them all? That's certaine, none prouder. How meane you sir? Faith Madam your crooked moveables in artificiall bodies, that rectifie the deformity of natures over-plus, as bunching backes, or scarcity, as seanty shoulders, are the proudest creatures; you shall have them jet with it an undaunted boldnesse; for the truth is, what they want in substance they have in ayre: They will scould the Tayler out of his Art, And impute the defect of nature to his want Of skill, though his labour make her appearance Pride worthy. Well said my birds eye, stand for the credit of Taylers whilst thou livest; wilt thou not Chucke? Ha, sayst thou my deare? I were ungratefull else. Nurse pray leave us, your presence makes your Sweet heart negligent of what he comes about; Pray be won to leave us here. Madam your will's obey'd: Yet I can hardly passe from thee my love. At such a suddaine warning. Your eager love may be termed dotage, For shame confesse your selfe to lesse expressions: Leave my Lady.