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 T60 Imperial Rome: rulers, favour and politi · 525 words · other edition — not in the analysis
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 wot the Empress never wags; But in her company there is a Moor. And would you represent our Queen aright 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 have done thee wrong, And I'll 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 Emperor's Court, There is a Queen attended by a Moor, Well mayst thou know her by thy 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 stoop, 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, Feasts 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 along 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 bide with him, Whiles 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 know them all, though they suppose me mad, And will o'erreach them in their own devices, A pair of cursed hellhounds and their Dam.
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Long haue I bene forlorne, and all for thee, Welcome dread Fury to my woofull 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 deuill? For well I wote the Empreſſe neuer wags; But in her company there is a Moore. And would you repreſent our Queene aright It were conuenient you had ſuch a deuill: But welcome as you are, what ſhall we doe? What would'ſt thou haue vs doe Andronicus? Shew me a Murtherer, Ile deale with him. Shew me a Villaine that hath done a Rape, And I am ſent to be reueng'd on him. Shew me a thouſand that haue done thee wrong, And Ile be reuenged on them all. Looke round about the wicked ſtreets of Rome, And when thou find'ſt a man that's like thy ſelfe, Good Murder 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. Go thou with them, and in the Emperours Court, There is a Queene attended by a Moore, Well maiſt thou know her by thy owne proportion, For vp and downe ſhe doth reſemble thee. I pray thee doe on them ſome violent death, They haue bene violent to me and mine. Well haſt thou leſſon'd vs, this ſhall we do. But would it pleaſe thee good Andronicus, To ſend for Lucius thy thrice Valiant Sonne, Who leades towards Rome a Band of Warlike Gothes, And bid him come and Banquet at thy houſe. When he is heere, euen at thy Solemne Feaſt, I will bring in the Empreſſe and her Sonnes, The Emperour himſelfe, and all thy Foes, And at thy mercy ſhall they ſtoop, and kneele, And on them ſhalt thou eaſe, thy angry heart: What ſaies Andronicus to this deuiſe? Marcus my Brother, 'tis ſad Titus calls, Go 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, Feaſts at my houſe, and he ſhall Feaſt with them, This do thou for my loue, and ſo let him, As he regards his aged Fathers life. This will I do, and ſoone returne againe. Now will I hence about thy buſineſſe, And take my Miniſters along 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. What ſay you Boyes, will you bide with him, Whiles I goe tell my Lord the Emperour, How I haue gouern'd our determined ieſt? Yeeld to his Humour, ſmooth and ſpeake him faire, And tarry with him till I turne againe. I know them all, though they ſuppoſe me mad, And will ore-reach them in their owne deuiſes, A payre of curſed hell-hounds and their Dam.