Tancred and Gismund (Gismond of Salerne) · chunk 16 of 29
Wilmot, Robert / Hatton, Christopher / Noel, HenryAl., G.Stafford, Roderick · published 1591 · first performed or written 1567 [1567-1568; revised 1591] (Annals) tragedy · before the Court unassigned nearest T1 Death, grief and revenge · 435 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T1: death, life, dead, die, blood, revenge, soul, father, heart, heaven.
Renuchio. What is your highness will? Call my daughter: my heart boils till I see Her in my sight, to whom I may discharge All the unrest that thus distempereth me. Should I destroy them both? O gods ye know How near and dear our daughter is to us. And yet my rage persuades me to imbrue My thirsty hands in both their trembling bloods, Therewith to cool my wrathful furies heat. But Nature, why repinest thou at this thought? Why should I think upon a father's debt To her that thought not on a daughter's due? But still methinks if I should see her die, And therewithal reflex her dying eyes Upon mine eyes, that sight would slit my heart. Not much unlike the Cockatrice, that slays The object of his foul infections. Oh what a conflict doth my mind endure? Now fight my thoughts against my passions: Now strive my passions against my thoughts. Now sweats my heart, now chill cold falls it dead. Help heavens, and succour ye Celestial powers, Infuse your secret virtue on my soul. Shall nature win? shall justice not prevail? Shall I (a king) be proved partial? " How shall our Subjects then insult on us, When our examples (that are light to them) " shallbe eclipsed with our proper deeds? And may the arms be rented from the tree? The members from the body be dissevered? And can the heart endure no violence? My daughter is to me mine only heart, My life, my comfort, my continuance, Shall I be then not only so unkind To pass all nature's strength, and cut her off. But therewithal so cruel to myself, Against all law of kind to shred in twain The golden thread that doth us both maintain. But were it that my rage should so command, And I consent to her untimely death, Were this an end to all our miseries? No, no, her ghost will still pursue our life. And from the deep her bloodless ghastful spirit Will as my shadow in the shining day, Follow my footsteps till she take revenge. I will do thus therefore: the traitor dies, Because he scorned the favour of his king, And our displeasure wilfully incurred: His slaughter, with her sorrow for his blood, Shall to our rage supply delightful food. What be't your Majesty commands? Iulio, if we have not our hope in vain, Nor all the trust we do repose in thee: Now must we try if thou approve the same. Herein thy force and wisdom we must see, For our command requires them both of thee.
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Renuchio. What is your Highnes will? Call my daughter: my heart boyles till I see Her in my sight, to whom I may discharge All the vnrest that thus distempereth me. Should I destroy them both? O gods ye know How neere and deere our daughter is to vs. And yet my rage perswades me to imbrue My thirstie hands in both their trembling bloods, Therewith to coole my wrathful furies heate. But Nature, why repin'st thou at this thought? Why should I thinke vpon a fathers debt To her that thought not on a daughters due? But stil me thinks if I should see her die, And therewithall reflexe her dying eyes Vpon mine eyes, that sight would slit my heart. Not much vnlike the Cocatrice, that slaies The obiect of his foule infections. Oh what a conflict doth my mind endure? Now fight my thoughts against my passions: Now striue my passions against my thoughts. Now sweates my heart, now chil cold falles it dead. Helpe heauens, and succour ye Celestiall powers, Infuse your secrete vertue on my soule. Shall nature winne? shall iustice not preuaile? Shall I (a king) be proued partiall? "How shall our Subiects then insult on vs, "When our examples (that are light to them) "Shalbe eclipsed with our proper deedes? And may the armes be rented from the tree? The members from the body be disseuer'd? And can the heart endure no violence? My daughter is to me mine onlie heart, My life, my comfort, my continuance, Shall I be then not only so vnkinde To passe all natures strength, and cut her off. But therewithall so cruell to my selfe, Against all law of kinde to shred in twaine The golden threed that doth vs both maintaine. But were it that my rage should so commaund, And I consent to her vntimelie death, Were this an end to all our miseries? No, no, her ghost wil still pursue our life. And from the deep her bloodles gastfull spirit Wil as my shadow in the shining day, Follow my footsteps till she take reuenge. I will doe thus therefore: the traitor dies, Because he scornd the fauor of his king, And our displeasure wilfullie incurde: His slaughter, with her sorow for his bloud, Shall to our rage supplie delightfull foode. What ist your Maiestie commaunds? Iulio, if we haue not our hope in vaine, Nor all the trust we doe repose in thee: Now must we trie if thou approue the same. Herein thy force and wisdome we must see, For our commaund requires them both of thee.