Tancred and Gismund (Gismond of Salerne) · chunk 20 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 T38 Death, parting and grief at court · 492 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T38: queen, king, death, dead, heart, life, die, lord, royal, news.
Thine Palurin, what, lives my daughter thine? Traitor thou wrong'st me, for she liveth mine. Rather I wish ten thousand sundry deaths, Than I to live and see my daughter thine. Thine, that is dearer than my life to me? Thine, whom I hope to see an Empress? Thine, whom I cannot pardon from my sight? Thine, unto whom we have bequeathed our crown? Iulio, we will that thou inform from us Renuchio the Captain of our Guard, That we command this traitor be conveyed Into the dungeon underneath our Tower, There let him rest until he be resolved What further we intend, which to understand, We will Renuchio repair to us. O that I might your Majesty entreat With clemency to beautify your seat, Toward this Prince distressed by his desires, Too many, all too strong to captivate " This is the soundest safety for a king To cut them off that vex or hinder him. " This have I found the safety of a king, To spare the Subjects that do honour him. Have we been honoured by this lechers lust? No, but by this devout submission. Our fortune says we must do what we may. " This is praise-worth, not to do what you may. And may the Subject countermand the king? No, but entreat him. What he shall decree. What wisdom shall discern. Nay what our word Shall best determine. We will not reply. Thou knowest our mind, our heart cannot be eased, But with the slaughter of this Palurin. O thou great God, who from thy highest throne Hast stooped down, and felt the force of love, Bend gentle ears unto the woeful moan, Of me poor wretch, to grant that I require: Help to persuade the same great God, that he So far remit his might, and slack his fire From my dear lady's kindled heart, that she May hear my death without her hurt, Her face, wherein there is as clear a light As in the rising moon: let not her cheeks As red as is the particoloured rose. Be paled with the news hereof and so I yield myself, my silly soul, and all, To him, for her, for whom my death shall show I lived, and as I lived, I dide her thrall. Grant this thou Thunderer: this shall suffice, My breath to vanish in the liquid skies. Who doth not know the fruits of Paris love, Nor understand the end of Helen's joy, He may behold the fatal overthrow Of Priam's house, and of the town of Troy. His death at last, and her eternal shame, For whom so many a noble knight was slain. So many a Duke, so many a Prince of fame Bereft his life, and left there in the plain. Medea's armed hand, Eliza's sword, Wretched Leander drenched in the flood. Phillis so long that waited for her Lord All these too dearly bought their loves with blood.
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Thine Palurin, what, liues my daughter thine? Traitor thou wrongst me, for she liueth mine. Rather I wish ten thousand sundrie deaths, Then I to liue and see my daughter thine. Thine, that is dearer then my life to me? Thine, whom I hope to see an Empresse? Thine, whom I cannot pardon from my sight? Thine, vnto whom we haue bequeath'd our crown? Iulio, we wil that thou informe from vs Renuchio the Capten of our Gard, That we commaund this traitor be conueyd Into the dungeon vnderneath our Tower, There let him rest vntil he be resolu'd What further we intend, which to vnderstand, We will Renuchio repaire to vs. O that I might your Maiestie entreate With clemencie to beutifie your seate, Toward this Prince distrest by his desires, Too many, all too strong to captiuate "This is the soundest safetie for a king "To cut them off that vex or hinder him. "This haue I found the safetie of a king, "To spare the Subiects that do honor him. Haue we been honourd by this leachers lust? No, but by this deuout submission. Our fortune saies we must do what we may. "This is praise-worth, not to do what you may. And may the Subiect countermaund the king? No, but intreat him. What he shal decree. What wisdom shall discern. Nay what our word Shal best determine. We wil not replie. Thou knowest our mind, our heart cannot be easd, But with the slaughter of this Palurin. O thou great God, who from thy hiest throne Hast stooped down, and felt the force of loue, Bend gentle eares vnto the wofull mone, Of me poore wretch, to graunt that I require: Help to perswade the same great God, that he So farre remit his might, and slack his fire From my deare Ladies kindled heart, that she May heare my death without her hurt, Herface, wherein there is as cleere a light As in the rising moone: let not her cheekes As red as is the partie-coloured rose. Be paled with the newes hereof and so I yeeld my selfe, my sillie soul, and all, To him, for her, for whom my death shall shew I liu'd, and as I liu'd, I dide her thrall. Graunt this thou Thunderer: this shal suffice, My breath to vanish in the liquid skies. Who doth not know the fruits of Paris loue, Nor vnderstand the end of Helens oy, He may behold the fatall ouerthrow OfPriams house, and of the towne of Troy. His death at last, and her eternal shame, For whom so many a noble knight was slaine. So many a Duke, so many a Prince of fame Bereft his life, and left there in the plaine. Medeas armed hand, Elizas sword, Wretched Leander drenched in the floud. Phillis so long that waited for her Lord All these too dearly bought their loues with bloud.