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 T2 Roman politics: senate, consuls and civi · 518 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T2: rome, caesar, senate, sulla, roman, consul, brutus, romans, men, marius.
Come come thou reverent man of Rome, And bring our Emperor gently in thy hand, Lucius' our Emperor for well I know, The common voice do cry it shall be so. Lucius, all hail Rome's royal emperor. Go go into old Titus sorrowful house, And hither hale that misbelieving Moor, To be adjudge some direful slaughtering death, As punishment for his most wicked life. Lucius' all hail Rome's gracious governor. Thanks gentle Romans may I govern so, To heal Rome's harms, and wipe away her woe, But gentle people give me aim a while, For nature puts me to a heavy task, Stand all aloof but uncle draw you near, To shed obsequious tears upon this trunk, Oh take this warm kiss on thy pale cold lips, These sorrowful drops upon thy blood slain face, The last true duties of thy noble son. Tear for tear, and loving kiss for kiss, Thy brother Marcus tenders on thy lips, Oh were the sum of these that I should pay, Countless and infinite, yet would I pay them. Come hither boy come, come and learn of us To melt in showers, thy Grandsire loved thee well, Many a time he danced thee on his knee, Song thee a sleep his loving breast thy pillow, Many a story hath he told to thee, And bid thee bare his pretty tales in mind, And talk of them when he was dead and gone. How many thousand times hath these poor lips, When they were living warmed themselves on thine, Oh now sweet boy give them their latest kiss, Bid him farewell commit him to the grave, Do them that kindness and take leave of them. Oh Grandsire, Grandsire, even with all my heart, Would I were dead so you did live again, O Lord I cannot speak to him for weeping, My tears will choacke me if I open my mouth. You sad Andronicie have done with woes, Give sentence on this execrable wretch, That hath been breeder of these dire events. Set him breast deep in earth and famish him, There let him stand and rave and cry for food. If any one relieves or pities him, For the offence he dies, this is our doom, Some stay to see him fastened in the earth. Ah why should wrath be mute and fury dumb, I am no baby I, that with base prayers I should repent the evils I have done, Ten thousand worse than ever yet I did Would I perform if I might have my will, If one good deed in all my life I did I do repent it from my very soul. Some loving friends convey the Emperor hence, And give him burial in his father's grave, My Father and Lavinia shall forthwith, Be closed in our households monument, As for that ravenous tiger Tamora, No funeral right, nor man in mourning weed, No mournful bell shall ring her burial But throw her forth to beasts and birds to pray, Her life was beastly and devoid of pity, And being dead let birds on her take pity.
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Come come thou reuerent man of Rome, And bring our Emperour gently in thy hand, Lucius our Emperour for well I know, The common voice doe cry it shall be so. Lucius, all haile Romes royall Emperour Goe goe into old Titus sorrowfull house, And hither hale that misbelieuing Moore, To be adiudge some dyrefull slaughtring death, As punishment for his most wicked life. Lucius all haile Romes gratious gouernour. Thankes gentle Romanes may I gouerne so, To heale Romes harmes, and wipe away her woe, But gentle people giue me ayme a while, For nature puts me to a heauie taske, Stand all a looe but vnckle draw you neare, To shed obsequious teares vpon this trunke, Oh take this warme kisse on thy pale cold lips, These sorrowfull drops vpon thy blood slaine face, The last true duties of thy noble sonne. Teare for teare, and louing kisse for kisse, Thy brother Marcus tenders on thy lips, Oh were the summe of these that I should pay, Countlesse and infinite, yet would I pay them. Come hither boy come, come and learne of vs To melt in showers, thy Grandsire lou'd thee well, Many a time hee daunst thee on his knee, Song thee a sleepe his louing brest thy pillow, Many a storie hath he told to thee, And bid thee bare his prettie tales in minde, And talke of them when he was dead and gone. How manie thousand times hath these poore lips, VVhen they were liuing warmd themselues on thine, Oh now sweete boy giue them their latest kisse, Bid him farewell commit him to the graue, Doe them that kindnes and take leaue of them. Oh Grandfire, Grandsire, eu'n with all my hart, VVould I were dead so you did liue againe, O Lord I cannot speake to him for weeping, My teares will choacke me if I ope my mouth. You sad Andronicie haue done with woes, Giue sentence on this execrable wretch, That hath bin breeder of these dyre eents. Set him brest deepe in earth and famish him, There let him stand and raue and crie for foode. If any one releeues or pitties him, For the offence he dies, this is our doome, Some stay to see him fastned in the earth. Ah why should wrath be mute and furie dumb, I am no babie I, that with base prayers I should repent the euils I haue done, Ten thousand worse than euer yet I did VVould I performe if I might haue my will, If one good deed in all my life I did I doe repent it from my verie soule. Some louing friends conuay the Emperour hence, And giue him buriall in his fathers graue, My Father and Lauinia shall forthwith, Be closed in our housholds monument, As for that rauinous tiger Tamora, No funerall right, nor man in mourning weede, No mournefull bell shall ring her buriall But throw her forth to beasts and birds to pray, Her life was beastlie and deuoide of pittie, And being dead let birds on her take pittie.