Gough, J. · published 1640 · first performed or written 1640 [1624-1640] (Annals) romance unassigned nearest T11 Siblings, kin and confidants · 467 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T11: sister, brother, love, friend, heart, father, mother, woman, lord, hear.
Hold, hold thy hand, drink not the poison down, Thou desperate woman. Not to gain a crown, 'tis done, and past prevention. Thisbe yet Make thy confession, and subscribe thy hand, That innocent Cnemon die not. Write it then. I Thisbe do confess young Cnemon was Unjustly banished, I and Demeneta Did forge that plot against him, for the which We have our condign punishment. 'tis done, now put your hand to't Dying Thisbe. Son 'tis enough to clear thee of all things Can be objected; i'll forthwith declare This matter to the people, and produce Thisbe's confession, strengthened with her hand, Come with me Cnemon. See the wretched state O false accusers, and their posonous fate. My children great Arsace recommends Her love unto you, who hath seat me here To serve you in all things that you command, I'm proud to be employed in your service Who am a Grecian too, and borne in Lesbos: Most beautiful young man cheer up thyself, I bring thee joyful news, Arsace loves thee, Arsace she whose favour kings have kneeled for, Doth kneel to thee petitioning thy love With rich oblations both of pearl and gold. O heavens, my prophecy is too too true, My jealousy foresaw this. Tell Arsace My sister and myself both kiss her hands And do return her humble thanks for all Her noble favours, but that she doth love me I think it strange, whose husband is a man So far beyond my rank as put in balance With worthless me, it would not brook the trial. We know you are her hands, her eyes, her ears, Her mind, her all, for country's sake persuade her (I do beseech you) to remove her thoughts Upon some worthier person; all that we Desire is only this, that she would please To send us back again to Calasiris, And never bring strange banished, restless lives Unto so high and excellent a fortune. My son be ruled by me, be not so foolish To shun this happiness that courts thee now, Embrace it, lest hereafter thou repent Thy oversight; thou shalt have rule and riches, Dalliance, and all the fruits of flourishing youth, If thou but condescend unto her will; But if thou dost deny, know that she hath A high and Princely stomach, which ne'er brooks, Affronts of such a nature. Tempt me not, But tell your mistress I despise her lust As much as prize her love, you shall oblige us Unto you in a bond of love and kindness To get us leave from her hence to depart To seek our fortunes. Obstinate young man, That wilt not see thy good, Lady persuade Your brother to some reason, you may hap To work upon his nature, and prevail; I leave you to yourselves.
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Hold, hold thy hand, drinke not the poiſon downe▪ Thou deſperate woman. Not to gaine a crowne, Tis done, and paſt prevention. Thiſbe yet Make thy confeſſion, and ſubſcribe thy hand, That innocent Cnemon die not. Write it then. I Thiſbe doe confeſſe yong Cnemon was Unjuſtly baniſh'd, I and Demeneta Did forge that plot againſt him, for the which We have our condigne puniſhment. Tis done, now put your hand to't Dying Thisbe. Sonne tis ynough to cleare thee of all things Can be objected; i'le forthwith declare This matter to the people, and produce Thiſbes confeſſion, ſtrengthned with her han, Come with me Cnemon. See the wretched ſtate O falſe accuſers, and their poſonous fate. My children great Arſace recommends Her love unto you, who hath ſeat me here To ſerve you in all things that you command, I'm proud to be imployed in your ſervice Who am a Grcian too, and borne in Leſbos: Moſt beutifull yong man cheere up thy ſelfe, I bring thee joyfull newes, Arſace loves thee, Arſace ſhe whoſe favour kings have kneel'd for, Doth kneel to thee petitioning thy love With rich oblatios both of pearle and gold. O heavens, my propheſie is too too true, My iealousie foreſaw this. Tell Arſace My ſiſter and my ſelfe both kiſſe her hands And doe returne her humble thanks for all Her noble fauours, but that ſhe doth love me I thinke it ſtrange, whoſe huſband is a man So farre beyond my ranke as put in ballance With worthles me, it would not brooke the triall. We know you are her hands, her eyes, her eares, Her minde, her all, for countries ſake perſwade her (I doe beſeech you) to remove her thoughts Upon ſome worthier perſon; all that we Deſire is oney this, that ſhe would pleaſe To ſend us backe againe to Calaſiris, And never bring ſtrange baniſh'd, reſtleſſe lives Unto ſo high and excellent a fortune. My ſonne be rul'd by me, be not ſo fooliſh To ſhun this happineſſe that courts thee now, Imbrace it, leaſt hereafter thou repent Thy over-ſight; thou ſhalt have rule and riches, Dalliance, and all the fruits of flouriſhing youth, If thou but condeſcend unto her will; But if thou doſt deny, know that ſhe hath A high and Princely ſtomack, which nere brooks, Affronts of ſuch a nature. Tempt me not, But tell your miſtris I deſpiſe her luſt As much as prize her love, you ſhall obligue us Unto you in a bond of love and kindneſſe To get us leave from her hence to depart To ſeeke our fortunes. Obſtinate young man, That wilt not ſee thy good, Lady perſwade Your brother to ſome reaſon, you may hap To worke upon his nature, and prevaile; I leave you to your ſelves.