Tancred and Gismund (Gismond of Salerne) · chunk 27 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 T38 Death, parting and grief at court typicality 0.88 · 490 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T38: queen, king, death, dead, heart, life, die, lord, royal, news.
But headstrong mischiefs princes should avoid In headlong griefs and cases desperate? Call to your mind (Gis.) you are the Queen. Unhappy widow, wife, and paramour. Think on the king. The king? the tyrant king Your father. Yea, the murderer of my love His force. the dead fear not the force of men His care & grief. That neither cared for me Nor grieved at the murder of my love, My mind is settled, you with these vain words, Withhold me but too long from my desire. Depart ye to my chamber. We will haste To tell the king hereof. I will prevent Both you and him. Lo here, this hearty draft The last that in this world I mean to taste, Dreadless of death (mine Earl) I drink to thee. So now work on, now doth my soul begin To hate this light, wherein there is no love, No love of parents to their children, No love of Princes to their Subjects true, No love of Ladies to their dearest loves. Now pass I to the pleasant land of love, Where heavenly love immortal flourisheth: The Gods abhor the company of men, Hell is on earth, yea hell itself is heaven Compar'd with earth. I cal to wit hn, Heaven, said I? no, but hell record I call, And thou stern Goddess of revenging wrongs Witness with me I die for his pure love That lived mine. WHere is my daughter? Behold, here, woeful king. Aime, break heart, & thou fly forth my soul What, doth my daughter Gis. take it so? What hast thou done? oh let me see thine eyes, Oh let me dress up those untrimmed locks, Look up, sweet child, look up mine only joy, 'tis I thy father that beseecheth thee: Rear up thy body, strain thy dying voice To speak to him, sweet Gismund speak to me. Who stays my soul? who thus disquiets me? 'tis I thy father, ah behold my tears Like pearled dew that trickle down my cheeks, To wash my silver hairs. Oh father king Forbear your tears, your plaint will not avail. Oh my sweetheart, hast thou received thy life From me, and wilt thou to requite the same, Yield me my death? yea death and greater grief To see thee die for him that did defame Thine honour thus, my kingdom, and thy name. Yea therefore father gave ye life to me, That I should die, and now my date is done. As for your kingdom, and mine own renown, Which you affirm dishonoured to be That fault impute it where it is, for he That slew mine Earl, and sent his heart to me, His hands have brought this shame and grief on us But father, yet if any spark remain Of your dear love, if ever yet I could So much deserve, or at your hands desire, Grant that I may obtain this last request,
seed 43: T44 · seed 44: T6 — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
But hedstrong mischiefs princes should auoid In headlong griefes and cases desperate? Cal to your mind (Gis.) you are the Queene. Vnhappy widow, wife, and paramour. Think on the king. The king? the tyrant king Your father. Yea, the murthrer of my loue His force. the dead fear not the force of mē His care & griefe. That neither car'd for me Nor greeued at the murther of my loue, My mind is setled, you with these vain words, Withhold me but too long from my desire. Depart ye to my chamber. We wil hast To tel the king hereof. I will preuent Both you and him. Lo here, this harty draught The last that in this world I meane to tast, Dreadlesse of death (mine Earle) I drink to thee. So now worke on, now doth my soul begin To hate this light, wherin there is no loue, No loue of parents to their children, No loue of Princes to their Subiects true, No loue of Ladies to their dearest loues. Now passe I to the pleasant land of loue, Where heauenly loue immortall flourisheth: The Gods abhorre the company of men, Hel is on earth, yea hel it selfe is heauen Compar'd with earth. I cal to wit hn, Heauen, said I? no, but hel record I call, And thou sterne Goddesse of reuenging wrongs Witnesse with me I die for his pure loue That liued mine. WHere is my daughter? Behold, here, wofull king. Aime, break hart, & thou fly foorth my soul What, doth my daughter Gis. take it so? What hast thou done? oh let me see thine eyes, Oh let me dresse vp those vntrimmed locks, Looke vp, sweet child, look vp mine only ioy, Tis I thy father that beseecheth thee: Reare vp thy body, straine thy dying voice To speake to him, sweet Gismund speake to me. Who staies my soul? who thus disquiets me? Tis I thy father, ah behold my teares Like pearled deaw that trickle down my cheekes, To wash my siluer haires. Oh father king Forbeare your teares, your plaint wil not auaile. Oh my sweetheart, hast thou receau'd thy life From me, and wilt thou to requite the same, Yeeld me my death? yea death and greater greefe To see thee die for him that did defame Thine honor thus, my kingdome, and thy name. Yea therfore father gaue ye life to me, That I should die, and now my date is done. As for your kingdome, and mine own renowne, Which you affirme dishonoured to be That fault imput it where it is, for he That slew mine arle, and sent his heart to me, His hands haue brought this shame and griefe on vs But father, yet if anie sparke remaine Of your deare loue, if euer yet I could So much deserue, or at your hands desire, Grant that I may obtaine this last request,