Tancred and Gismund (Gismond of Salerne) · chunk 29 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 · 489 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T38: queen, king, death, dead, heart, life, die, lord, royal, news.
To kill himself. To send his soul to ease. Doth Ioue command it? Our stars compel it. The wiseman overrules his stars. So we Undaunted should the minds of kings endure. So shall it in this resolution. Julio forbear, and as thou lovest the king, When thou shalt see him weltering in his gore, Stretching his limbs, and gasping in his groans Then Iulio set to thy helping hand, Redouble stroke on stroke, and drive the stab Down deeper to his heart, to rid his soul. Now stand aside, stir not a foot, lest thou Make up the fourth to fill this Tragedy. These eyes that first beheld my daughter's shame, These eyes that longed for the ruthful sight Of her Earls heart, these eyes that now have seen His death, her woe, and her avenging teen: Upon these eyes we must be first avenged. Unworthy lamps of this accursed lump, Out of your dwellings: so, it fits us thus In blood and blindness to go seek the path That leadeth down to everlasting night. Why fright'st thou dastard? be thou desperate, One mischief brings another on his neck, As mighty billows tumble in the seas. Now daughter, seest thou not how I amerce My wrath that thus bereft thee of thy love, Upon my head? now fathers learn by me, Be wise, be warned to use more tenderly The jewels of your joys. Daughter, I come. LO here the sweets of, grisly-pale despair, These are the blossoms of this cursed tree Such are the fruits of too much love and care o'erwhelmed in the sense of misery. With violent hands he that his life doth end, His damned soul to endless night doth wend. Now resteth it that I discharge mine oath, To see th'unhappy lovers and the king, Laid in one tomb: I would be very loath: You should wait here to see this mournful thing. For I am sure, and do ye all to wit, Through grief wherein the Lords of Salerne be, These funerals are not prepared yet: Nor do they think on that solemnity. As for the fury, ye must understand, Now she hath seen the effect of her desire, She is departed, and hath left our land, Granting this end unto her hellish ire. Now humbly pray we that our English dames May never lead their loves into mistrust: But that their honours may avoid the shames That follow such as live in wanton lust. We know they bear them on their virtues bold With blissful chastity so well content, That when their lives, and loves abroad are told, All men admire their virtuous government. Worthy to live where fury never came, Worthy to live where love doth always see, Worthy to live in golden trump of Fame, Worthy to live, and honoured still to be. Thus end our sorrows with the setting Sun: Now draw the curtains for our Scene is done.
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To kil himselfe. To send his soule to ease. Doth Ioue command it? Our stars cōpell it. The wiseman ouerrules his stars. So we Vndaunted should the minds of kings indure. So shal it in this resolution. ulio sorbeare, and as thou louest the king, When thou shalt sec him weltring in his gore, Stretching his limmes, and gasping in his grones Then Iulio set to thy helping hand, Redouble stroke on stroke, and driue the stab Down deeper to his heart, to rid his soule. Now stand aside, stir not a foote, least thou Make vp the fourth to fill this Tragedie. These eyes that first beheld my daughters shame, These eyes that longed for the ruthful sight Of her Earles heart, these eyes that now haue seene His death, her woe, and her auenging teene: Vpon these eyes we must be first auenged. Vnworthy lamps of this accursed lump, Out of your dwellings: so, it fits vs thus In bloud and blindnes to goe seeke the path That leadeth down to euerlasting night. Why frighst thou dastard? be thou desperate, One mischiefe brings another on his neck, As mighty billowes tumble in the seas. Now daughter, seest thou not how I amerce My wrath that thus bereft thee of thy loue, Vpon my head? now fathers learn by me, Be wise, be warnde to vse more tenderly The iewels of your ioyes. Daughter, I come. LO here the sweets of, grisly-pale despaire, These are the blossoms of this cursed tree Such are the fruits of too much loue and care Orewhelmed in the sence of miserie. With violent hands he that his life doth end, His damned soul to endles night doth wend. Now resteth it that I discharge mine oath, To see th'unhappy louers and the king, Layd in one tombe: I would be very loath: You should wayt here to see this mournful thing. For I am sure, and do ye all to wit, Through griefe wherin the Lords of Salerne be, These funerals are not prepared yet: Nor do they think on that solemnitie. As for the fury, ye must vnderstand, Now she hath seen the'ffect of her desire, She is departed, and hath left our land, Graunting this end vnto her hellish ire. Now humbly pray we that our English dames May neuer lead their loues into mistrust: But that their honors may auoid the shames That follow such as liue in wanton lust. We know they beare them on their vertues bold With blisfull chastitie so wel content, That when their liues, and loues abroad are told, All men admire their vertuous gouernment. Worthie to liue where Furieneuer came, Worthie to liue where loue doth alwaies see, Worthie to liue in golden trump of Fame, Worthie to liue, and honoured stil to be. Thus end our sorrowes with the setting Sun: Now draw the curtens for our Scaene is done.