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 T1 Death, grief and revenge · 511 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T1: death, life, dead, die, blood, revenge, soul, father, heart, heaven.
Now farewell flattery, die Andronicus, Thou dost not slumber, see thy two sons heads, Thy warlike hand, thy mangled Daughter here: Thy other banished son with this dear sight, Struck pale and bloodless, and thy brother I, Even like a stony image cold and numb. Ah now no more will I control thy griefs, Rend off thy silver hair, thy other hand, Gnawing with thy teeth, and be this dismal sight The closing up of our most wretched eyes: Now is a time to storm, why art thou still? Ha, ha, ha. Why dost thou laugh? It fits not with this hour. Why I have not another tear to shed; Besides this sorrow is an enemy, And would usurp upon my watery eyes, And make them blind with tributary tears. Then which way shall I find Revenges Cave, For these two heads do seem to speak to me And threat me, I shall never come to bliss, Till all these mischiefs be returned again, Even in their throats that hath committed them. Come let me see what task I have to do, You heavy people circle me about. That I may turn me to each one of you, And swear unto my soul to right your wrongs, The vow is made. Come brother take a head, And in this hand the other will I bear, And Lavinia thou shalt be employed in these Arms, Bear thou my hand sweet wench between thy teeth: As for thee boy, go get thee from my sight, Thou art an Exile, and thou must not stay, High to the Goths and raise an army there, And if ye love me as I think you do, Let's kiss and part for we have much to do. Farewell Andronicus my Noble Father, The woefulst man that ever lived in Rome: Farewell proud Rome till Lucius come again, He loves his pledges dearer than his life: Farewell Lavinia my Noble sister, O would thou wert as thou tofore hast been, But now nor Lucius nor Lavinia lives, But in oblivion and hateful griefs: If Lucius live, he will requite your wrongs, And make proud Saturnine and his Empresses, Beg at the gates like Tarquin and his Queen. Now will I to the Goths and raise a power, To be revenged on Rome and Saturnine. Help Grandsire help, my Aunt Lavinia, Follows me every where I know not why. Good Uncle Marcus see how swift she comes, Alas sweet Aunt I know not what you mean. Stand by me Lucius, do not fear thine Aunt. She loves thee boy too well to do thee harm. I when my Father was in Rome she did. What means my Niece Lavinia by these signes? Fear her not Lucius, somewhat doth she mean, See Lucius see, how much she makes of thee: Some whither would she have the egoe with her. A boy, Cornelia never with more care, Red to her sons than she hath red to thee, Sweet Poetry and Tully's Orator: Canst thou not guess wherefore she plies thee thus.
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Now farewell flattrie, die Andronicus, Thou dost not slumber, see thy two sonnes heads, Thy warlike hand, thy mangled Daughter heere: Thy other banisht sonne with this deere sight, Strucke pale and bloodlesse, and thy brother I, Euen like a stony image cold and numme. Ah now no more will I controwle thy greefes, Rent off thy silue haire, thy other hand, Gnawing with thy teeth, and be this dismall sight The closing vp of our most wretched eies: Now is a time to storme, why art thou still? Ha, ha, ha. VVhy dost thou laugh? It fits not with this houre. VVhy I haue not another teare to shed; Besides this sorrow is an enemie, And would vsurpe vpon my watrie eies, And make them blinde with tributarie teares. Then which way shall I find Reuenges Caue, For these two heads doe seeme to speake to mee And threat me, I shall neuer come to blisse, Till all these mischiefes be returnd againe, Euen in their throats that hath commited them Come let me see what taske I haue to doe, You heauie people cirkle me about. That I may turne mee to each one of you, And sweare vnto my soule to right your wrongs, The vow is made. Come brother take a head, And in this hand the other will I beare, And Lauinia thou shalt be imployde in these Armes, Beare thou my hand sweet wench betweene thy teeth: As for thee boy, goe get thee from my sight, Thou art an Exile, and thou must not stay, Hie to the Gothes and raise an armie there, And if yee loue me as I thinke you doe, Lets kisse and part for we haue much to doe. Farewell Andronicus my Noble Father, The woefulst man that euer liude in Rome: Farewell proud Rome till Lucius come againe, He loues his pledges dearer than his life: Farewell Lauinia my Noble sister, O would thou wert as thou to fore hast beene, But now nor Lucius nor Lauinia liues, But in obliuion and hatefull greefes: If Lucius liue, he will requite your wrongs, And make proud Saturnine and his Emperesse Beg at the gates like Tarqui and his Queene. Now will I to the Gothes and raise a powre, To bee reuengd on Rome and Saturnine. Help Grandsier helpe, my Aunt Lauini, Followes me euerie where I know not why. Good Vnckle Marcus see how swift shee comes, Alas sweet Aunt I know not what you meane. Stand by me Lucius, doe not feare thine Aunt. She loues thee boy too well to doe thee harme. I when my Father was in Rome she did. VVhat meanes my Neece Lauinia by these signes Feare her not Lucis, somewhat doth she meane, See Lucius see, how much she makes of thee: Some whither would she haue the egoe with her. A boy, Cornelia neuer with more care, Red to her sonnes than she hath red to thee, Sweet Poetrie and Tullies Oratour: Canst thou not gesse wherefore she plies thee thus.