Golding, Arthur / Beza, Theodore · published 1577 · first performed or written 1575 (Annals) biblical play unassigned nearest T1 Death, grief and revenge · 472 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T1: death, life, dead, die, blood, revenge, soul, father, heart, heaven.
Alas my father, mercy I kry you. Alas alas I want both tongue and hand, against you in mine own defence to stand. But see, but see my tears for nature's sake, None other fence I can or will now make against you. I am Isaac, none other But Isaac, your only by my mother. I am your son that through yourself hath life And will you let it be bereft with knife? Howbeit, if you do't to ' hay the Lord, Then on my knees I humbly do accord, To suffer all that ever God and you, Shall think expedient for too do as now. But yet what deeds, what deeds of mine deserve This death O God, my God my life preserve. Alas my son, God hath commanded me To make an offering unto him of thee, To my great grief, to my great grief and pine, And endless wo. Alas poor mother mine▪ How many deaths shall my death give to thee? But tell me yet, my killer who shall be? Who? my dear son! my God my God grant grace, That I may die now present in this place. O father mine. Alas, no whit that name Agrees to me. yet should we be to blame If we obeyed not God. Sir I am ready. Who would have thought he would have been so steady? Now than my father, well I see in deed That I must die. Lord help me at my need. My God, my God, now strengthen thou my mind And at thy hand such favour let me found, That of myself I may the upper hand Obtain, against this sudden death to stand. Now bind me, kill me, burn me, I am priest To suffer all, sith God so thinks it best. Ah what a thing, a what a sight is here! Mercy good God, now for thy mercy dear. Thou Lord hast made me and created me, Thou Lord upon the earth hast lodged me, Thou hast me given the grace to knowledge thee: Yet have I not so well obeyed thee My Lord and God as duty doth require: Which me to pardon loud I thee desire. And whereas I to you my Lord and father Have not always such honour yielded rather, As your great kindness did deserve to have: Therefore forgiveness humbly I do crave. My mother: she is now a great way hence, Wherefore my God vowtsafe her thy defence, And so preserve her through thy special grace, As she no whit be troubled at my case. Alas, I go to deep and darksome night: Farewell as now for aye all worldly light. But sure I am I shall at God's hand found far better things than these I leave behind. Good father, I am ready at your william.
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Alas my father, mercie I kry you. Alas alas I want both tung and hand, Ageinst you in mine owne defence to stand. But see, but see my teares for natures sake, None other fence I can or will now make Ageinst you. I am Isaac, none other But Isaac, your only by my mother. I am your sonne that through your self hath life And will you let it be bereft with knife? Howbeit, if you do't to 'hey the Lord, Then on my knees I humbly doe accord, To suffer all that euer God and yow, Shall think expedient for too doo as now. But yit what deeds, what deeds of mine deserue This death O God, my God my life preserue. Alas my sonne, God hath commaunded me To make an offring vnto him of thee, To my great greef, to my great greef and pine, And endlesse wo. Alas poore mother mine▪ How many deathes shall my death giue to thee? But tell me yit, my killer who shall be? Who? my deere son! my God my God graunt grace, That I may dy now presēt in this place. O father mine. Alas, no whit that name Agrees to me. yit should we be to blame If we obeyd not God. Sir I am redy. Who would haue thought he would haue bin so stedie? Now then my father, well I see in deede That I must dye. Lord help me at my neede. My God, my God, now strengthen thou my mind And at thy hand such fauor let me find, That of my selfe I may the vpper hand Obteyne, ageinst this sodein death to stand. Now bind me, kill me, burne me, I am prest To suffer all, sith God so thinks it best. Ah what a thing, a what a sight is heere! Mercie good God, now for thy mercie deere. Thou Lord hast made me and created me, Thou Lord upon the earth hast lodged me, Thou hast me giuen ye grace to knowledge thee: Yit haue I not so well obeyed thee My Lord and God as dewtie doth require: Which me to pardon lowd I thee desire. And whereas I to you my Lord and father Haue not alwaies such honor yeelded rather, As your great kindnesse did deserue to haue: Therfore forgiuenesse humbly I doe craue. My mother: she is now a great way hence, Wherfore my God vowtsafe hir thy defence, And so preserue hir through thy speciall grace, As she no whit be trubbled at my cace. Alas, I go to deepe and darksom night: Farewell as now for ay all worldly light. But sure I am I shall at Gods hand find Farre better things than these I leaue behind. Good father, I am redy at your will.