Tancred and Gismund (Gismond of Salerne) · chunk 17 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 · 508 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T1: death, life, dead, die, blood, revenge, soul, father, heart, heaven.
How by your grace's bounty I am bound, Beyond the common bond wherein each man Stands bound unto his king, how I have found Honour and wealth by favour in your sight, I do acknowledge with most thankful mind. My truth (with other means to serve your Grace, whatever you in honour shall assign) Hath sworn her power true vassal to your hest, For proof let but your Majesty command I shall unlock the prison of my soul, (Although unkindly horror would gainsay) Yet in obedience to your highness will, By whom I hold the tenor of this life, This hand and blade will be the instruments, To make pale death to grapple with my heart. Well, to be short (for I am grieved too long By wrath without revenge) I think you know Whilom a Palace builded strong For war, within our Court, where dreadless peace Hath planted now a weaker entrance. But of that palace yet one vault remains, Within our Court, the secret way whereof Is to our daughter Gismunds chamber laid: There is also another mouth hereof, Without our wall: which now is overgrown, But you may find it out, for yet it lies Directly South a furlong from our place: It may be known, hard by an ancient stoop, Where grew an Oak in elder days decayed, There will we that you watch, there shall you see A villain traitor mount out of a vault: Bring him to us, it is th'earl Palurin, What is his fault neither shall you inquire, Nor list we to disclose, these cursed eyes Have seen the flame, this heart hath felt the fire That cannot else be quenched but with his blood. This must be done: this will we have you do. Both this, and else whatever you think good. REnugio depart, leave us alone. Gismund, if either I could cast aside All care of thee: or if thou wouldst have had Some care of me, it would not now betide That either thorough thy fault my joy should fade, Or by thy folly I should bear the pain Thou hast procured: but now 'tis neither I Can shun the grief: whom thou hast more than slain Nor mayst thou heal, or ease the grievous wound, Which thou hast given me. That unstained life Wherein I joyed, and thought it thy delight, Why hast thou lost it? Can it be restored? Where is thy widowhood, there is thy shame. Gismund, it is no man's, nor men's report, That have by likely proofs informed me thus. Thou knowest how hardly I could be induced To vex myself, and be displeased with thee, With flying tales of flattering sycophants. No, no, there was in us such settled trust Of thy chaste life, and uncorrupted mind: That if these eyes had not beheld thy shame, In vaine ten thousand censures could have told, That thou didst once unprincelike make agree With that vile traitor County Palurin. Without regard had to thyself or me, unshamefastly to stain thy state and mine.
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How by your Graces bounty I am bound, Beyond the common bond wherein each man Stands bound vnto his king, how I haue found Honor and wealth by fauor in your sight, I doe acknowledge with most thankfull minde. My trueth (with other meanes to serue your Grace, What euer you in honor shall assigne) Hath sworne her power true vassall to your hest, For proofe let but your Maiestie commaund I shall vnlock the prison of my soule, (Although vnkindlie horror would gaine-say) Yet in obedience to your Highnes will, By whom I hold the tenor of this life, This hand and blade wil be the instruments, To make pale death to grapple with my heart. Wel, to be short (for I am greeu'd too long By wrath without reuenge) I thinke you know Whilom a Pallace builded strong For warre, within our Court, where dreadlesse peace Hath planted now a weaker entrance. But of that pallace yet one vaut remaines, Within our Court, the secret way whereof Is to our daughter Gismunds chamber laide: There is also another mouth hereof, Without our wall: which now is ouergrowen, But you may finde it out, for yet it lies Directly South a furlong from our place: It may be knowen, hard by an auncient stoope, Where grew an Oke in elder daies decaide, There wil we that you watch, there shall you see A villain traitor mount out of a vaut: Bring him to vs, it is th'Earle Palurin, What is his fault neither shal you enquire, Nor list we to disclose, these cursed eyes Haue seene the flame, this heart hath felt the fire That cannot els be quencht but with his bloud. This must be done: this will we haue you do. Both this, and els what euer you thinke good. REnugio depart, leaue vs alone. Gismund, if either I could cast aside All care of thee: or if thou wouldst haue had Some care of me, it would not now betide That either thorow thy fault my ioy should fade, Or by thy folly I should beare the paine Thou hast procur'd: but now tis neither I Can shun the griefe: whom thou hast more thē slain Nor maist thou heale, or ease the grieuous wound, Which thou hast geuen me. That vnstained life Wherein I ioy'd, and thought it thy delight, Why hast thou lost it? Can it be restor'd? Where is thy widdowhood, there is thy shame. Gismund, it is no mans, nor mens report, That haue by likely proofes enformd me thus. Thou knowest how hardly I could be induc'd To vex my selfe, nd be displeasde with thee, With flying tales of flattering Sicophants. No, no, there was in vs such setled trust Of thy chaste life, and vncorrupted minde: That if these eyes had not beheld thy shame, Invaine ten thousand censures could haue tolde, That thou didst once vnprincelike make agree With that vile traitor Countie Palurin. Without regard had to thy selfe or me, Vnshamefastly to staine thy state and mine.