Whetstone, George · published 1578 · first performed or written 1578 [1576-1579] (Annals) comedy · Unacted T40 Sin, guilt and violent loss within famil typicality 0.77 · 481 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T40: brother, death, life, die, heaven, sin, live, father, blood, soul.
Will you aught else? Prating vixen away. Gallant adieu. I venture must Hippolito to see. He is both young and wealthy yet, the better spoil for me. My hazard for his sake I true, shall make him pray and pay: He: he: shall prank me in my plumes, and deck me brave and gay, Of Courtesy, I pray you yet, if Phallax come this way, Report to put a case with him, hear Lamia long did stay. Ay me, unhappy wench that I must live the day, To see Andrugio tymeles die, my brother and my stay. The only mean, God wots. that should our house advance, Who in the hope of his good hap, must die through wanton chance: O blind affects in love, whose torments none can tell, Yet wantous will hide fire, and frost, yea hazard death, nay hell: To taste thy sour sweet fruits, digested still with care, Fowl fall thee love, thy lightning joys, hath blasted my welfare Thou fyerst affection first, within my brother's breast. Thou mad'st Polina grant him (erst) even what he would request: Thou mad'st him crave and have, a proof of Venus' meed, For which foul act he is adjudged, ere long to loose his head. The law is so severe, in scourging fleshly sin, As marriage to work after mends doth seldom favour win. A law first made of zeal, but wrested much amiss Faults should be measured by desert, but all is one in this, The lecher fired with lust, is punished no more, Then he which fell through force of love, whose marriage salves his sore: So that poor I despair, of my Audrugios' life, O would my days might end with his, for to appease my strife. My good Sister Cassandra? Who calleth Cassandra? Thy woeful brother Andrugio. Andrugio, O dismal day, what griefs, do me assail? Condemned wretch to see thee here, fast fettered now in jail, Now haps thy wits were witched so, the knowing death was meed Thou wouldst commit (to stay us both) this vile lascivious deed. O good Cassandra, leave to check, and chide me thrall therefore If late repentance, wrought me help I would do so no more. But out alas, I wretch, too late, do sorrow my amiss. Unless Lord Promos grant me grace: in vain is hady witted, Wherefore sweet sister, whilst in hope, my damned life yet were, Assault his heart, in my behalf, with battering tire of tears. If thou by suit dost save my life, it both our joys will be, If not it may suffice thou soughst, to set thy brother free: Wherefore speed to prorogue my days, to morrow else I die. I will not fail to plead and pray, to purchase the mercy, Farewell a while, God grant me well to speed. Sister adieu, till thy return, I live, tween, hope, and breed.
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Wyll you ought elſe? Pratyng vixen away. Gallants adue. I venter muſt Hipolito to ſée. He is both young and welthy yet, the better ſpoyle for mée. My haſſard for his ſake I trewe, ſhall make him pray and pay: He: he: ſhal pranck me in my plumes, and deck mee braue and gay, Of Curtiſie, I praye you yet, if Phallax come this waye, Report to put a caſe with him, heare Lamia long dyd ſtay. Aye mee, vnhappy wenche that I muſt liue the day, To ſee Andrugio tymeles dye, my brother and my ſtay. The onely meane, God wot. that ſhould our houſe aduaunce, Who in the hope of his good hap, muſt dy through wanton chance: O blynde affectes in loue, whoſe tormentes none can tell, Yet wantous wyll hyde fyre, and froſt, yea haſſard death, nay hell: To taſte thy ſowre ſwéete frutes, digeſted ſtyll with care, Fowle fall thee loue, thy lightning ioyes, hath blaſted my welfare Thou fyerſt affection fyrſt, within my brothers breſt. Thou mad'ſt Polina graūt him (earſt) euen what he would requeſt: Thou mad'ſt him craue and haue, a proofe of Venus meede, For which foule act he is adiudgd, eare long to loſe his heade. The lawe is ſo ſeuere, in ſcourging fleſhly ſinne, As marriage to worke after mends doth ſeldome fauor win. A law firſt made of zeale, but wreſted much amis Faults ſhould be meaſured by deſart, but all is one in this, The lecher fyerd with luſt, is puniſhed no more, Then he which fel through force of loue, whoſe mariage ſalues his ſore: So that poore I diſpayre, of my Audrugios lyfe, O would my dayes myght end with his, for to appeaſe my ſtryfe. My good Syſter Caſſandra? Who calleth Caſſandra? Thy wofull brother Andrugio. Andrugio, O diſmall day, what gréefes, doe mée aſſayle? Condempned wretch to ſee thee here, faſt fettered now in Iayle, Now haps thy wits were witched ſo, ye knowing death was meede Thou wouldeſt commit (to ſtay vs both) this vile laciuious deede. O good Caſſandra, leaue to check, and chide me thraule therfore If late repentaunce, wrought me helpe I would doe ſo no more. But out alas, I wretch, too late, doe ſorrowe my amys. Vnles Lord Promos graunt me grace: in vayne is hady wiſt, Wherfore ſweete ſiſter, whylſt in hope, my dāpned lyfe yet were, Aſſaulte his hart, in my behalfe, with battering tyre of teares. If thou by ſute doeſt ſaue my lyfe, it both our ioyes will be, If not it may ſuffice thou ſoughſt, to ſet thy brother free: Wherefore ſpeede to proroge my dayes, to morrowe elſe I dye. I wyll not fayle to pleade and praye, to purchaſe the mercye, Farewell a whyle, God graunte mee well to ſpeede. Syſter adew, tyl thy returne, I lyue, twene, hope, and breede.