Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T36: hell, earth, gods, death, ghosts, blood, bloody, heaven, night, ghost.
O cruel Gods, O heaven, O direful Fates, O radiant Sun that slightly gild'st our days, O night stars, full of infelicities, O triple titled Heccat Queen and Goddess, Bereave my life, or living strangle me. Confound me quick, or let me sink to hell. Thrust me fro forth the world, that 'mongst the spirits Th'Infernal Lakes may ring with my laments. O miserable, desolate, distressful wretch, Worn with mishaps, yet in mishaps abounding. What shall I do, or whether shall I fly To venge this outrage, or revenge my wrongs? Come wrathful Furies with your Ebon locks, And feed yourselves with mine inflamed blood. Ixion's torment, Sisyphus' rolling stone, And th'Eagle tearing on Prometheus, Be my eternal tasks; That th'extreme fire, Within my heart, may from my heart retire. I suffer more, more sorrows I endure, Than all the Captives in th'infernal Court. O troubled Fate, O fatal misery, That unprovoked, dealest so partially. Say fretful heavens, what fault have I committed, Or wherein could mine innocence offend you, When (being but young) I lost my first love Crassus? Or wherein did I merit so much wrong, To see my second husband Pompey slain? But 'mongst the rest, what horrible offence, What hateful thing (unthought of) have I done, That in the midst of this my mournful state, Nought but my Father's death could expiate? shy death dear Scipio, Rome's eternal loss, Whose hopeful life preserved our happiness. Whose silver hairs encouraged the weak. Whose resolutions did confirm the rest. Whose end, sith it hath ended all my joys, O heavens at least permit, of all these plagues, That I may finish the Catastrophe. Sith in this widowhood, of all my hopes I cannot look for further happiness. For both my husbands and my Father gone, What have I else to wreak your wrath upon. Now as for happy thee, to whom sweet Death, Hath given blessed rest for life's bereaving, O envious Iulia, in thy jealous heart Venge not thy wrong upon Cornelia. But sacred ghost, appease thine ire, and see My hard mishap in marrying after thee. O see mine anguish; haply seeing it, 'twill move compassion in thee of my pains: And urge thee (if thy heart be not of flint, Or drunk with rigor,) to repent thyself; That thou enflamedst so cruel a revenge In Caesar's heart, upon so slight a cause. And mad'st him raise so many mournful Tombs, Because thy husband did revive the lights Of thy forsaken bed; (Unworthily) Opposing of thy fretful jealousy, 'gainst his mishap, as it my help had been, Or as if second marriage were a sin. Was never City where calamity, Hath sojourned with such sorrow as in this. Was never state wherein the people stood So careless of their conquered liberty, And careful of another's tyranny. O Gods, that erst of Carthage took some care, Which by our Fathers (pitiless) was spoiled. When thwarting Destiny, at Afrique walls Did topside-turvy turn their Commonwealth. When forceful weapons fiercely took away,
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O cruell Gods, O heauen, O direfull Fates, O radiant Sunne that slightly guildst our dayes, O night starrs, full of infelicities, O triple titled Heccat Queene and Goddesse, Bereaue my lyfe, or lyuing strangle me. Confound me quick, or let me sinck to hell. Thrust me fro forth the world, that mongst the spirits Th'infernall Lakes may ring with my laments. O miserable, desolate, distresful wretch, Worne with mishaps, yet in mishaps abounding. What shall I doe, or whether shall I flye To venge this out-rage, or reuenge my wrongs? Come wrathfull Furies with your Ebon locks, And feede your selues with mine enflamed blood. Ixions torment, Sysiph's roling stone, And th'Eagle tyering on Prometheus, Be my eternall tasks; That th'extreame fire, Within my hart, may from my hart retyre. I suffer more, more sorrowes I endure, Then all the Captiues in th'infernall Court. O troubled Fate, O fatall misery, That vnprouoked, deal'st so partiallie. Say freatfull heauens, what fault haue I committed, Or wherein could mine innocence offend you, When (being but young) I lost my first loue Crassus? Or wherein did I merrite so much wrong, To see my second husband Pompey slayne? But mongst the rest, what horrible offence, What hatefull thing (vnthought of) haue I done, That in the midst of this my mournfull state, Nought but my Fathers death could expiate? shy death deere Scipio, Romes eternall losse, Whose hopefull life preseru'd our happines. Whose siluer haires encouraged the weake. Whose resolutions did confirme the rest. Whose ende, sith it hath ended all my ioyes, O heauens at least permit, of all these plagues, That I may finish the Catastrophe. Sith in this widdow-hood, of all my hopes I cannot looke for further happines. For both my husbands and my Father gone, VVhat haue I els to wreak your wrath vpon. Now as for happy thee, to whom sweet Death, Hath giuen blessed rest for lifes bereauing, O enuious Iulia, in thy iealous hart Venge not thy wrong vpon Cornelia. But sacred ghost, appease thine ire, and see My hard mishap in marrying after thee. O see mine anguish; Haplie seeing it, T'will moue compassion in thee of my paines: And vrge thee (if thy hart be not of flynt, Or drunck with rigor,) to repent thy selfe; That thou enflam'dst so cruell a reuenge In Caesars hart, vpon so slight a cause. And mad'st him raise so many mournfull Tombes, Because thy husband did reuiue the lights Of thy forsa ken bed; (Vnworthely) Opposing of thy freatfull ielosie, Gainst his mishap, as it my helpe had bin, Or as if second marriage were a sin. VVas neuer Citty where calamitie, Hath soiour'd with such sorrow as in this. VVas neuer state wherein the people stood So careles of their conquered libertie, And careful of anothers tiranny. O Gods, that earst of Carthage tooke some care, Which by our Fathers (pittiles) was spoyl'd. When thwarting Destinie, at Affrique walls Did topside turuey turne their Common-wealth. VVhen forcefull weapons fiercely tooke away,