Peele, George / Shakespeare, William / Middleton, Thomas · published 1623 · first performed or written 1594 [Jan 23 (24); poss. written 1590-1592] (Annals) tragedy · Pembroke's Men (?) unassigned nearest T22 Shepherds, flocks and Pan · 492 words · other edition — not in the analysis
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T22: shepherd, pan, shepherds, love, sheep, flocks, fair, shepherdess, swain, away.
Stay Madam here is more belongs to her, First thrash the Corn, then after burn the straw: This Minion stood upon her chastity, Upon her Nuptial vow, her loyalty. And with that painted hope, braves your Mightiness, And shall she carry this unto her grave? And if she do, I would I were an Eunuch, Drag hence her husband to some secret hole, And make his dead Trunke-Pillow to our lust. But when ye have the honey we desire, Let not this Wasp outlive us both to sting. I warrant you Madam we will make that sure: Come Mistress, now perforce we will enjoy, That nice-preserued honesty of yours. Oh Tamora, thou bearest a woman face. I will not hear her speak, away with her. Sweet Lords entreat her hear me but a word. Listen fair Madam, let it be your glory To see her tears but be your hart to them, As unrelenting flint to drops of rain. When did the Tiger's young-ones teach the dam? O do not learn her wrath, she taught it thee, The milk thou suckest from her did turn to Marble, Even at thy Teat thou hadst thy Tyranny, Yet every Mother breeds not Sons alike, Do thou entreat her show a woman pity. What, Wouldst thou have me prove myself a bastard? 'Tis true, The Raven doth not hatch a Lark, Yet have I heard, Oh could I find it now, The Lion moved with pity, did endure To have his Princely paws pared all away. Some say, that Ravens foster forlorn children, The whilst their own birds famish in their nests: Oh be to me though thy hard hart say no, Nothing so kind but something pitiful. I know not what it means, away with her. Oh let me teach thee for my Father's sake, That gave thee life when well he might have slain thee: Be not obdurate, open thy deaf ears. Hadst thou in person ne'er offended me. Even for his sake am I pitiless: Remember Boys I poured forth tears in vain, To save your brother from the sacrifice, But fierce Andronicus would not relent, Therefore away with her, and use her as you will, The worse to her, the better loved of me. Oh Tamora, Be called a gentle Queen, And with thine own hands kill me in this place, For 'tis not life that I have begged so long, Poor I was slain, when Bassianus died. What beg'st thou then? fond woman let me go? 'Tis present death I beg, and one thing more, That womanhood denies my tongue to tell: Oh keep me from their worse than kill lust, And tumble me into some loathsome pit, Where never man's eye may behold my body, Do this, and be a charitable murderer. So should I rob my sweet Sons of their fee, No let them satisfy their lust on thee. Away, For thou hast stayed us here too long.
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Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
Stay Madam heere is more belongs to her, Firſt thraſh the Corne, then after burne the ſtraw: This Minion ſtood vpon her chaſtity, Vpon her Nuptiall vow, her loyaltie. And with that painted hope, braues your Mightineſſe, And ſhall ſhe carry this vnto her graue? And if ſhe doe, I would I were an Eunuch, Drag hence her husband to ſome ſecret hole, And make his dead Trunke-Pillow to our luſt. But when ye haue the hony we deſire, Let not this Waſpe out-liue vs both to ſting. I warrant you Madam we will make that ſure: Come Miſtris, now perforce we will enioy, That nice-preſerued honeſty of yours. Oh Tamora, thou bear'ſt a woman face. I will not heare her ſpeake, away with her. Sweet Lords intreat her heare me but a word. Liſten faire Madam, let it be your glory To ſee her teares but be your hart to them, As vnrelenting flint to drops of raine. When did the Tigers young-ones teach the dam? O doe not learne her wrath, ſhe taught it thee, The milke thou ſuck'ſt from her did turne to Marble, Euen at thy Teat thou had'ſt thy Tyranny, Yet euery Mother breeds not Sonnes alike, Do thou intreat her ſhew a woman pitty. What, Would'ſt thou haue me proue my ſelfe a baſtard? 'Tis true, The Rauen doth not hatch a Larke, Yet haue I heard, Oh could I finde it now, The Lion mou'd with pitty, did indure To haue his Princely pawes par'd all away. Some ſay, that Rauens foſter forlorne children, The whil'ſt their owne birds famiſh in their neſts: Oh be to me though thy hard hart ſay no, Nothing ſo kind but ſomething pittifull. I know not what it meanes, away with her. Oh let me teach thee for my Fathers ſake, That gaue thee life when well he might haue ſlaine thee: Be not obdurate, open thy deafe eares. Had'ſt thou in perſon nere offended me. Euen for his ſake am I pittileſſe: Remember Boyes I powr'd forth teares in vaine, To ſaue your brother from the ſacrifice, But fierce Andronicus would not relent, Therefore away with her, and vſe her as you will, The worſe to her, the better lou'd of me. Oh Tamora, Be call'd a gentle Queene, And with thine owne hands kill me in this place, For 'tis not life that I haue beg'd ſo long, Poore I was ſlaine, when Baſſianus dy'd. What beg'ſt thou then? fond woman let me go? 'Tis preſent death I beg, and one thing more, That womanhood denies my tongue to tell: Oh keepe me from their worſe then killing luſt, And tumble me into ſome loathſome pit, Where neuer mans eye may behold my body, Doe this, and be a charitable murderer. So ſhould I rob my ſweet Sonnes of their fee, No let them ſatiſfie their luſt on thee. Away, For thou haſt ſtaid vs heere too long.