Peele, George / Shakespeare, William · published 1594 · first performed or written 1594 [Jan 23 (24); poss. written 1590-1592] (Annals) tragedy · Pembroke's Men (?) unassigned nearest T55 Fairies, fairy queens and enchanted desi · 493 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T55: fairy, fairies, oberon, mopsus, queen, land, grace, babylon, mab, thestylis.
who have we here? Rome's Royal Empress, Unfurnished of her well beseeming troup? Or is it Diana habited like her, Who hath abandoned her holy groves, To see the general hunting in this Forest? Saucy controller of my private steps, Had I the power that some say Diana had, Thy temples should be planted presently, With horns as was Actaeon's, and the hounds, Should drive upon thy new transformed limbs, Unmannerly intruder as thou art. Under your patience gentle Empress, 'tis thought you have a goodly gift in horning, And to be doubted that your Moor and you, Are singled forth to try thy experimen: Ioue shield your husband from his hounds to day, 'tis pity they should take him for a Stag. Believe me Queen your swarthy Cymerion, Doth make your honour of his body's hue, Spotted, detested, and abominable. Why are you sequestered from all your train, Dismounted from your snow white goodly steed, And wandered hither to an obscure plot, Accompanied but with a barbarous Moor, If soul desire had not conducted you? And being intercepted in your sport, Great reason that my Noble Lord be rated For sausines, I pray you let us hence, And let her joy her Raven culloured love, This valie fits the purpose passing well. The King my brother shall have notice of this. Lavinia I, for these slips have made him noted long, Good King to be so mightily abused. Why I have patience to endure all this. How now dear sovereign, and our gracious Mother, Why doth your highness look so pale and wan? Have I not reason think you to look pale, These two have ticed me hither to this place, A barren, detested vale you see it is, The trees though summery yet forlorn and lean, Overcome with moss and baleful mistletoe. Here never shines the sun, here nothing breeds, Unless the nightly Owl or fatal Raven: And when they showed me this abhorred pit, They told me here at dead time of the night, A thousand fiends, a thousand hissing snakes, Ten thousand swelling toads, as many urchins, Would make such fearful and confused cries, As any mortal body hearing it Should straight fall mad, or else die suddenly. No sooner had they told this hellish tale, But straight they told me they would bind me here, Unto the body of a dismal Ewghe, And leave me to this miserable death. And then they called me foul adulteress, Lavicious Goth, and all the bitterest terms, That ever ear did hear to such effect. And had you not by wondrous fortune come, This vengeance on me had they executed: Revenge it as you love your Mother's life, Or be ye not hence forth called my Children, This is a witness that I am thy son. Chi And this for me struck home, to show my strength. I come Semeranis, nay barbarous Tamora, For no name fits thy nature but thy own.
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who haue we here? Romes Royall Empresse, Vnfurnisht of her well beseeming troope? Or is it Dian habited like her, VVho hath abandoned her holie groues, To see the generall hunting in this Forrest? Sawcie controwler of my priuate steps, Had I the powre that some say Dian had, Thy temples should be planted presentlie, VVith hornes as was Acteons, and the hounds, Should driue vpon thy new transformed limbes, Vnmannerly intruder as thou art. Vnder your patience gentle Empresse, Tis thought you haue a goodly gift in horning, And to be doubted that your Moore and you, Are singled forth to trie thy experimens: Ioue sheeld your husband from his hounds to day, Tis pittie they should take him for a Stag. Beleeue me Queene your swartie Cymerion, Doth make your honour of his bodies hue, Spotted, detested, and abhominable. VVhy are you sequestred from all your traine, Dismounted from your snow white goodly steede, And wandred hither to an obsure plot, Accompanied but with a barbarous Moore, If soule desire had not conducted you? And being intercepted in your sport, Great reason that my Noble Lord be rated For sausines, I pray you let vs hence, And let her ioy her Rauen culloured loue, This valie fits the purpose passing well. The King my brother shall haue notice of this. Lauinia I, for these slips haue made him noted long, Good King to be so mightily abused. VVhy I haue patience to indure all this. How now deare soueraigne, and our gratious Mother, VVhy doth your highnes looke so pale and wan? Haue I not reason thinke you to looke pale, These two haue ticed me hither to this place, A barren, detested vale you see it is, The trees though summery yet forlorne and leane, Ouercome with mosse and balefull misselto. Here neuer shines the sunne, here nothing breeds, Vnlesse the nightly Owle or fatall Rauen: And when they showd me this abhorred pit, They told me here at dead time of the night, A thousand feends, a thousand hissing snakes, Ten thousand swelling toades, as manie vrchins, VVould make such fearefull and confused cries, As any mortall body hearing it Should strait fall mad, or els die suddainely. No sooner had they told this hellish tale, Bu strait they told me they would binde me here, Vnto the body of a dismall Ewghe, And leaue me to this miserable death. And then they calde me foule adulteresse, Lauicious Goth, and all the bitteresttearmes, That euer eare did heare to such effect. And had you not by wondrous fortune come, This vengeance on me had they executed: Reuenge it as you loue your Mothers life, Or be yee not hence forth cald my Children, This is a witnes that I am thy son. Chi And this for me struck home, to shew my strength. I come Semeranis, nay barbarous Tamora, For no name fits thy nature but thy owne.