Rawlins, Thomas · published 1640 · first performed or written 1638 [1637-1639] (Annals) tragedy · King's Revels Company unassigned nearest T11 Siblings, kin and confidants · 483 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T11: sister, brother, love, friend, heart, father, mother, woman, lord, hear.
I am proud to see thee so well given. Take 'em girl, and with 'em take my prayers. He wakes, pray leave me sir. So I'll make fast the door, Goodness bear witness 'tis a potent power Outweighs my duty. Amazement! oh what tentors do you stretch? O how this alteration wracks my reason, i'm To find the axle-tree on which it hangs? Am I asleep? Shake thy wonder off, and leave that seat, 'Twas set to sink thy body for ever From the eyes of humane sight; To tell thee how would be a fatal means To both our ruins— briefly my love Has broke the Bands of nature with my father, To give your being. Happy, happy vision, the blessed preparative To this same hour, my joy would burst me else. Receive me to thy arms. I would not wish to live but for thee, life were A trouble; welcome to my soul. Stand, I have a Ceremony, to offer to our ere ere we go. Had not my love like a kind branch Of some o'er looking tree, catched thee, Thou'dst fallen, never to look upon the world again. What shall I offer to my life, preserver? Only thy heart, Crowned with a wreath of love, Which I will ever keep; and in exchange Deliver mine. Thus I deliver, in this kiss receive't. In the same form Aurelia yields up hers. What noise is that? I fear my Father. What's to be done? Through the back ward, of which I have The Key; we'll suddenly make scape, Then in two Gowns of which I am provided, we'll clothe ourselves till we be past all fear. Be't as you please, 'tis my good genius will Thee I obey: command, i'll follow still. She's gone unto her prayers, may every bead Draw down a blessing on her; that like seed May grow into a Harvest: 'tis a girl My age is proud of, she's indeed the Model Of her dead Mother's virtues, as of shape. Bear hence this Banquet. Thou silent god, that with the leaden Mace Arresteth all (save those prodigious birds) That are Fates Heralds to proclaim all ill; Deaf Giovanno, let no fancied noise Of ominous Screech owls, or night raven's voice Affright his quiet senses: let his sleep Be free from horror, or unruly dreams; That may beget a tempest in the streams Of his calm reason: let 'em run as smooth, And with as great a silence, as those do That never took an injury; where no wind Had yet acquaintance: but like a smooth Crystal, Dissolved into a water that never frowned, Or knew a voice but music. Holy Hermits, for such your habits speak you, Join your prayers with a distressed Virgins; That the wits of this distracted young man May be settled. Sure 'tis my sister, and that sleeping man She loves him still.
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I am proud to see thee so well given. Take 'em girle, and with 'em take my prayers. He wakes, pray leave me sir. So Ile make fast the doore, Goodnesse beare witnesse 'tis a potent power Out-weighs my duty. Amazement! oh what tentors doe you stretch? O how this alteration wracks my reason, i'me To find the Axeltree on which it hangs? Am I asleepe▪ Shake thy wonder off, and leave that seate, 'Twas set to sinke thy body for ever From the eyes of humane sight; To tell thee how wou'd be a fatall meanes To both our ruines—briefly my love Has broke the Bands of nature with my father, To give your being. Happy, happy vision, the blest preparative To this same houre, my joy wo'd burst me else. Receive me to thy armes. I would not wish to live but for thee, life were A trouble; welcome to my soule. Stand, I have a Ceremony, to offer to our Safetryere we goe. Had not my love like a kind branch Of some o're looking tree, catcht thee, Thou'dst fallen, never to looke upon the world againe. What shall I offer to my life, preserver? Onely thy heart, Crown'd with a wreath of love, Which I will ever keep; and in exchange Deliver mine. Thus I deliver, in this kisse receive't. In the same forme Aurelia yeelds up hers. What noise is that? I feare my Father. What's to be done? Through the backe ward, of which I have The Key; weele suddeinly make scape, Then in two Gownes of which I am provided, Weele cloath our selves till we be past all feare. Be't as you please, 'tis my good genious will Thee I obey: command, ile follow still. She's gone unto her prayers, may every bead Draw downe a blessing on her; that like seed May grow into a Harvest: 'tis a girle My age is proud of, she's indeed the Modell Of her dead Mothers vertues, as of shape. Beare hence this Banquet. Thou silent god, that with the leaden Mace Arresteth all (save those prodigious birdes) That are Fates Heriulds to proclaime all ill; Deafe Giovanno, let no fancied nose Of ominous Screech owles, or night Ravens voyce Affright his quiet sences: let his sleepe Be free from horrour, or unruly dreames; That may beget a tempest in the streames Of his calme reason: let 'em run as smooth, And with as great a silence, as those doe That never tooke an injury; where no wind Had yet acquaintance: but like a smooth Cristall, Dissolv'd into a water that never frown'd, Or knew a voyce but musicke. Holy Hermits, for such your habits speake you, Joyne your prayers with a distressed Virgins; That the wits of this distracted yong man May be setled. Sure 'tis my sister, and that sleeping man She loves him still.