Tancred and Gismund (Gismond of Salerne) · chunk 28 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 · 497 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T38: queen, king, death, dead, heart, life, die, lord, royal, news.
Say lovely child, say on, whate'er it be, Thy father grants it willingly to thee. My life I crave not, for it is not now In you to give, nor in myself to save, Nor crave I mercy for mine Earl and me, Who hath been slain with too much cruelty. With patience I must awhile abide Within this life, which now will not be long. But this is my request, Father I pray, That since it pleased so your majesty, I should enjoy my love alive no more, Yet ne'ertheless let us not parted be, Whom cruel death could never separate: But as we lived and died together here, So let our bodies be together tombed, Let him with me, and I with him be laid Within one shrine, wherever you appoint, This if you grant me, as I trust you will, Although I live not to requite this grace, Th'immortal God's due recompense shall give To you for this, and so vain world farewell, My speech is painful, and mine eyesight fails. My daughter dies, see how the bitter pangs Of tyrannous death, torments her princely heart, She looks on me, at me she shakes her head, For me she groans, by me my daughter dies, ay, ay, the author of this Tragedy. On me, on me, ye heavens know down your ire Now my daughter, with Oh fair in life, thrice fairer in thy death, Dear to thy father in thy life thou wert, But in thy death, dearest unto his heart, I kiss thy paled cheeks, and close thine eyes, This duty once I promised to myself, Thou shouldst perform to me, but ah false hope Now ruthful wretched king what resteth thee? Wilt thou now live wasted with misery? Wilt thou now live that with these eyes didst see Thy daughter dead? wilt thou now live to see Her funerals, that of thy life was stay? Wilt thou now live that wast her lives decay? Shall not this hand reach to this heart the stroke Mine arms are not so weak, nor are my limbs So feebled with mine age, nor is my heart So daunted with the dread of cowardice, But I can wreak due vengeance on that head That wrought the means these lovers now be dead Iulio come near, and lay thine own right hand Upon my thigh, now take thine oath of me. I swear to thee, my liege Lord, to discharge whatever thou enjoinest Iulio. First then I charge thee that my daughter have Her last request, thou shalt within one tomb Inter her Earl and her: and thereupon Engrave some Royal Epitaph of love. That done, I swear thee thou shalt take my corpse Which thou shalt find by that time done to death, And lay my body by my daughter's side. Swear this, swear this I say. I swear. But will the king do so unkingly now. A kingly deed the king resolves to do.
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Sae louely child, saie on, what ere it be, Thy father grants it willingly to thee. My life I craue not, for it is not now In you to giue, nor in my selfe to saue, Nor craue I mercie for mine Earle and me, Who hath bin slaine with too much crueltie. With patience I must awhile abide Within this life, which now will not be long. But this is my request, Father I praie, That since it pleased so your maiestie, I should inioy my loue aliue no more, Yet neretheles let vs not parted be, Whom cruell death could neuer separate: But as we liude and dide together here, So let our bodies be together tombde, Let him with me, and I with him be laid Within one shrine, where euer you appoint, This if you grant me, as I trust you will, Although I liue not to requite this grace, Th'immortall Gods due recompence shall giue To you for this, and so vaine world farewel, My speech is painefull, and mine eie-sight failes. My daughter dies, see how the bitter pangs Of tyrannous death, torments her princely heart, She lookes on me, at me she shakes her head, For me she grones, by me my daughter dies, I, I, the author of this Tragedie. On me, on me, yee downe your Now my daughter, with Oh faire in life, thrice fairer in death, Deare to thy father in thy life thou wert, But in thy death, dearest vnto his heart, I kisse thy paled cheekes, and close thine eies, This duetie once I promist to my selfe, Thou shouldst performe to me, but ah false hope Now ruthful wretched king what resteth thee? Wilt thou now liue wasted with miserie? Wilt thou now liue that with these eies didst see Thy daughter dead? wilt thou now liue to see Her funerals, that of thy life was stay? Wilt thou now liue that wast her liues decay? Shal not this hand reach to this heart the stroke Mine armes are not so weake, nor are my limmes So feebled with mine age, nor is my heart So daunted with the dread of cowardice, But I can wreake due vengeance on that head That wrought the means these louers now be dead Iulio come neare, and lay thine own right hand Vpon my thigh, now take thine oath of me. I sweare to thee, my liege Lord, to discharge What euer thou enioynest Iulio. First then I charge thee that my daughter haue Her last request, thou shalt within one tombe Interre her Earle and her: and thereupon Engraue some Royall Epitaph ofloue. That done, I swear thee thou shalt take my corps Which thou shalt find by that time done to death, And lay my bodie by my daughters side. Sweare this, sweare this I say. I sweare. But will the king do so vnkingly now. A kingly deed the king resolues to doe.