The Spanish Tragedy (Hieronimo is Mad Again) · chunk 25 of 41
Kyd, Thomas · published 1592 · first performed or written 1587 [1585-1589; revised c.1597(?) and 1601-2] (Annals) tragedy · Unknown unassigned nearest T11 Siblings, kin and confidants · 516 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T11: sister, brother, love, friend, heart, father, mother, woman, lord, hear.
My soul, poor soul thou talks of things Thou know'st not what, my soul hath silver wings, That mounts me up unto the highest heavens, To heaven, I there sits my Horatio, Backed with a troop of fiery Cherubins, Dancing about his newly healed wounds Singing sweet hymns and chanting heavenly notes, Rare harmony to greet his innocence, That dyde, I dyde a mirror in our days. But say, where shall I find, the men, the murderers, That flew Horatio, whether shall I run, To find them out, that murdered my Son. What means this outrage that is offered me? Why am I thus sequestered from the Court? No notice, shall I not know the cause, Of this my secret and suspicious ills? Accursed brother, unkind murderer. Why bends thou thus thy mind to martyr me? Hieronimo, why writ I of thy wrongs? Or why art thou so slack in thy revenge? Andrea, O Andrea that thou sawest, Me for thy friend Horatio handled thus, And him for me thus causeless murdered. Well, force perforce, I must constrain myself, To patience, and apply me to the time, Till heaven as I have hoped shall set me free. Come Madame Bel-imperia, this may not be, Boy, talk no further, thus far things go well, Thou art assured that thou sawest him dead? Or else my Lord I live not. That's enough. As for his resolution in his end, Leave that to him with whom he sojourns now. Here, take my ring, and give it Christophill, And bid him let my Sister be enlarged, And bring her hither straight. This that I did was for a policy, To smooth and keep the murder secret, Which as a nine days wonder being o'erblown, My gentle Sister will I now enlarge. And time Lorenzo, for my Lord the Duke, You heard inquired for her yesternight. Why? and my Lord, I hope you heard me say, Sufficient reason, why she kept away. But that's all one, my Lord, you love her? I. Then in your love beware, deal cunningly, Salve all suspicions, only soothe me up, And if she hap to stand on terms with us, As for her sweet heart, and concealment so, lest with her gently, under feigned jest Are things concealed, that else would breed unrest. But here she comes. Now Sister. Sister, no thou art no brother, but an enemy. Else wouldst thou not have used thy Sister so, First, to affright me with thy weapons drawn, And with extremes abuse my company: And then to hurry me like whirlwinds rage, A midst a crew of thy confederates: And clap me up where none might come at me, Nor I at any to reveal my wrongs. What madding fury did possess thy wits? Or wherein is't that I offended thee? advise you better Bel-imperia, For I have done you no disparagement: Unless by more discretion than deserved, I sought to save your honour and mine own. Mine honour, why Lorenzo, where in is't, That I neglect my reputation so, As you, or any need to rescue it.
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My soule, poore soule thou talkes of things Thou knowst not what, my soule hath siluer wings, That mounts me vp vnto the highest heauens, To heauen, I there sits my Hortio, Backt with a troup offiery Cherubins, Dauncing about his newly healed wounds Singing sweet hymnes and chaunting heauenly notes, Rare hermony to greet his innocence, That dyde, I dyde a mirrour in our daies. But say, where shall I finde, the men, the murderers, That flew Horatio, whether shall I runne, To finde them out, that murdered my Sonne. What meanes this outrage that is offred me? Why am I thus sequestred from the Court? No notice, shall I not know the cause, Of this my secret and suspitious ils? Accursed brother, vnkinde murderer. Why bends thou thus thy minde to martir me? Hieronimo▪ why writ I of thy wrongs? Or why art thou so slacke in thy reuenge? Andrea, O Andrea that thou sawest, Me for thy freend Horatio handled thus, And him for me thus causeles murdered. Wel, force perforce, I must constraine my selfe, To patience, and apply me to the time, Till heauen as I haue hoped shall set me free. Come Madame Bel-imperia, this may not be, Boy, talke no further, thus farre things goe well, Thou art assurde that thou sawest him dead? Or els my Lord I liue not. Thats enough. As for his resolution in his end, Leaue that to him with whom he soiourns now. Heere, take my ring, and giue it Christophill, And bid him let my Sister be enlarg'd, And bring her hither straight. This that I did was for a policie, To smooth and keepe the murder secret, Which as a nine daies wonder being ore-blowne, My gentle Sister will I now enlarge. And time Lorenzo, for my Lord the Duke, You heard enquired for her yester-night. Why? and my Lord, I hope you heard me say, Sufficient reason, why she kept away. But thats all one, my Lord, you loue her? I. Then in your loue beware, deale cunningly, Salue all suspitions, onely sooth me vp, And if she hap to stand on tearmes with vs, As for her sweet hart, and concealement so, lest with her gently, vnder fained iest Are things concealde, that els would breed vnrest. But heere she comes. Now Sister. Sister, no thou art no brother, but an enemy. Els wouldst thou not haue vsde thy Sister so, First, to affright me with thy weapons drawne, And with extreames abuse my company: And then to hurry me like whirlewinds rage, A midst a crew of thy confederates: And clap me vp where none might come at me, Nor I at any to reueale my wrongs. What madding fury did possesse thy wits? Or wherein ist that I offended thee? A duise you better Bel-imperia, For I haue done you no disparagement: Vnlesse by more discretion then deser'd, I sought to saue your honour and mine owne. Mine honour, why Lorenzo, wher in ist, That I neglect my reputation so, As you, or any need to rescue it.