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 T60 Imperial Rome: rulers, favour and politi · 505 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T60: caesar, rome, emperor, empire, honour, lord, lucius, great, palsgrave, kings.
Now will I to that old Andronicus, And temper him with all the Art I have, To pluck proud Lucius from the warlike Goths. And now sweet Emperor be blithe again, And bury all thy fear in my devices, Then go sucessantly and plead to him. Approved warriors, and my faithful friends, I have received letters from great Rome, Which signifies what hate they bear their Emperor, And how desirous of our sight they are. Therefore great Lords be as your titles witness, Imperious, and impatient of your wrongs, And wherein Rome hath done you any scathe, Let him make treable satisfaction. Brave slip sprung from the great Andronicus, Whose name was once our terror, now our comfort, Whose high exploits and honourable deeds, In grateful Rome requites with foul contempt, Be bold in us we'll follow where thou lead'st, Like stinging Bees in hottest summers day, Led by their Master to the flowered fields, And be advengde on cursed Tamora: And as he saith, so say we all with him. I humbly thank him and I thank you all, But who comes here led by a lusty Gothe? Renowned Lucius from our troops I strayed, To gaze upon a ruinous Monastery, And as I earnestly did fix mine eye, Upon the wasted building suddenly, I heard a child cry underneath a wall, I made unto the noise, when soon I heard, The crying babe controlled with this discourse: Peace tawny slave, half me, and half thy Dame, Did not thy hue bewray whose brat thou art, Had nature lent thee but thy mother's look, Villain thou mightst have been an Emperor. But where the bull and Cow are both milk white, They never do beget a coal-black Calf: Peace Villain peace, even thus he rates the babe, For I must bear thee to a trusty Goth, Who when he knows thou art the Empress babe, Will hold thee dearly for thy mother's sake. With this my weapon drawn I rushed upon him Surprised him suddenly, and brought him hither To use as you think needful of the man. Oh worthy Goth this is the incarnate devil, That robbed Andronicus of his good hand, This is the Pearl that pleased your empress eye, And here's the base fruit of her burning lust, Say wall-eyd slave whither wouldst thou convey, This growing image of thy fiendlike face, Why dost not speak? what deaf, not a word? A halter Soldiers, hang him on this tree, And by his side his fruit of Bastardy. Touch not the boy, he is of Royal blood. Too like the sire for ever being good, First hang the child that he may see it sprawl, A sight to vex the father's soul withal. Get me a ladder, Lucius' save the child; And bear it from me to the Empress: If thou do this, i'll show thee wondrous things, That highly may advantage thee to hear, If thou wilt not, befall what may befall, I'll speak no more, but vengeance rot you all.
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Now will I to that old Andronicus, And temper him with all the Art I haue, To plucke proude Lucius from the warlike Gothes. And now sweet Emperour be blith againe, And burie all thy feare in my deuises, Then goe sucessantly and plead to him. Approued warriours, and my faithfull friends, I haue receaued letters from great Rome, VVhich signifies what hate they beare their Emperour, And how desiros of our sight they are. Therefore great Lords bee as your titles witnes, Imperious, and impatient of your wrongs, And wherein Rome hath done you any skath, Let him make treable satisfaction. Braue slip sprong from the great Andronicus, VVhose name was once our terrour, now our comfort, VVhose high exployts and honourable deeds, In gratefull Rome requites with foule contempt, Be bold in vs weele follow where thou leadst, Like stinging Bees in hottest summers day, Led by their Master to the flowred fields, And be aduengde on cursed Tamora: And as he saith, so say we all with him. I humblie thanke him and I thanke you all, But who comes here led by a lustie Gothe? Renowmed Lucius from our troupes I straid, To gaze vpon a ruinous Monasterie, And as I earnestly did fixe mine eye, Vpon the wasted building suddainely, I heard a child crie vnderneath a wall, I made vnto the noise, when soone I heard, The crying babe controld with this discourse: Peace tawnie saue, halfe me, and halfe thy Dame, Did not thy hue bewray whose brat thou art, Had nature lent thee but thy mothers looke, Villaine thou mightst haue bin an Emperour. But where the bull and Cow are both milke white, They neuer doe beget a coleblacke Calfe: Peace Villaine peace, euen thus he rates the babe, For I must beare thee to a trustie Goth, VVho when he knowes thou art the Empresse babe, VVill hold thee dearely for thy mothers sake. VVith this my weapon drawen I rusht vpon him Surprisde him suddainely, and brought him hither To vse as you thinke needefull of the man. Oh worthie Goth this is the incarnate diuell, That robd Andronicus of his good hand, This is the Pearle that pleasd your Empresse eye, And her's the base fruit of her burning lust, Say wall-eyd slaue whither wouldst thou conuay, This growing image of thy fendlike face, VVhy doot not speake? what deafe, not a word? A halter Souldiers, hang him on this tree, And by his side his fruite of Bastardie. Touch not the boy, he is of Roiall bloud. Too like the sier for euer being good, First hang the child that he may see it sprall, A sight to vex the fathers soule withall. Get me a ladder, Lucius saue the child; And beare it from me to the Empresse: If thou do this, ile shew thee wondrous things, That highly may aduantage thee to heare, If thou wilt not, befall what may befall, Ile speake no more, but vengeance rotte you all.