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 · 530 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T60: caesar, rome, emperor, empire, honour, lord, lucius, great, palsgrave, kings.
Long have I been forlorn and all for thee, welcome dread Fury to my woeful house, Rapine and Murder you are welcome too: How like the Empress and her sons you are, well are you fitted, had you but a Moor, Can not all hell afford you such a Devil? For well I wots the Empress never wags, But in her company there is a Moor. And would you represent our Queen a right, It were convenient you had such a Devil: But welcome as you are, what shall we do? what wouldst thou have us do Andronicus? Show me a murderer I'll deal with him. Show me a villain that hath done a rape, And I am sent to be revenged on him. Show me a thousand that hath done thee wrong, And I will be revenged on them all. Look round about the wicked streets of Rome, And when thou findest a man that's like thyself, Good murder stab him, he's a murderer. Go thou with him, and when it is thy hap, To find another that is like to thee, Good Rapine stab him, he is a ravisher. Go thou with them, and in the emperors Court, There is a Queen attended by a Moor, Well shalt thou know her by thine own proportion. For up and down she doth resemble thee, I pray thee do on them some violent death, They have been violent to me and mine. Well hast thou lessoned us, this shall we do, But would it please thee good Andronicus, To send for Lucius thy thrice valiant son, Who leads towards Rome a band of warlike Goths, And bid him come and banquet at thy house, When he is here even at thy solemn feast, I will bring in the Empress and her sons, The Emperor himself and all thy foes, And at thy mercy shall they stop and kneel, And on them shalt thou ease thy angry heart: What says Andronicus to this device. Marcus my brother, 'tis sad Titus calls, Go gentle Marcus to thy nephew Lucius, Thou shalt inquire him out among the Goths, Bid him repair to me and bring with him, Some of the chiefest Princes of the Goths, Bid him encamp his Soldiers where they are. Tell him the Emperor and the empress too Feast at my house, and he shall feast with them, This do thou for my love, and so let him, As he regards his aged Father's life. This will I do, and soon return again. Now will I hence about thy business, And take my ministers a long with me. Nay, nay, let rape and murder stay with me, Or else I'll call my brother back again, And cleave to no revenge but Lucius. What say you boys will you abide with him, While I go tell my Lord the Emperor, How I have governed our determined jest, Yield to his humour, smooth and speak him fair, And tarry with him till I turn again. I knew them all though they supposed me mad, And will over reach them in their own devices, A pair of cursed hell hounds and their Dame.
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Long haue I bin forlorne and all for thee, welcome dread Furie to my woefull house, Rapine and Murther you are welcome too: How like the Empresse and her sonnes you are, well are you fitted, had you but a Moore, Could not all hell afford you such a Diuell? For well I wot the Empresse neuer wags, But in her companie there is a Moore. And would you represent our Queene a right, It were conuenient you had such a Diuell: But welcome as you are, what shall wee doe? what wouldst thou haue vs doe Andronicus? Show me a murtherer Ile deale with him Show me a villaine that hath done a rape, And I am sent to be reuengde on him. Show me a thousand that hath done thee wrong, And I will be reuenged on them all. Looke round about the wicked streets of Rome, And when thou findst a man that's like thy selfe, Good murther stab him, hee's a murtherer. Goe thou with him, and when it is thy hap, To finde another that is like to thee, Good Rapine stab him, he is a rauisher. Goe thou with them, and in the Emperours Court, There is a Queene attended by a Moore, VVell shalt thou know her by thine owne proportion. For vp and downe she doth resemble thee, I pray thee doe on them some violent death, They haue bin violent to me and mine. VVell hast thou lessond vs, this shall we doe, But would it lease thee good Andronicus, To snd for Lucius thy thrice valiant sonne, VVho leades towards Rome a band of warlike Gothes, And bid him come and banquet at thy house, VVhen he is here euen at thy soemne feast, I will bring in the Empresse and hir sonnes, The Emperour him selfe and all thy foes, And at thy mercie shall they stoppe and kneele, And on them shalt thou ease thy angry hart: VVhat sayes Andronicus to this deuise. Marcus my brother, tis sad Titus calles, Goe gentle Marcus to thy nephew Lucius, Thou shalt enquire him out among the Gothes, Bid him repaire to me and bring with him, Some of the chiefest Princes of the Gothes, Bid him encampe his Souldiers where they are. Tell him the Emperour and the Empresse too Feast at my house, and he shall feast with them, This doe thou for my loue, and so let him, As he regards his aged Fathers life. This will I doe, and soone returne againe. Now will I hence about thy busines, And take my minsters a long with me. Nay, nay, let rape and murder stay with me, Or els Ile call my brother backe againe, And cleaue to no reuenge but Lucius. VVhat say you boyes will you abide with him, VVhiles I goe tell my Lord the Emperour, How I haue gouernd our determind iest, Yee'd to his humor, smooth and speake him faire, And tarrie with him till I turne againe. I knew them all though they supposd me mad, And will ore reach them in their owne deuises, A paire of cursed hell hounds and their Dame.