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 T1 Death, grief and revenge · 509 words · other edition — not in the analysis
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T1: death, life, dead, die, blood, revenge, soul, father, heart, heaven.
Lucius, all hail Rome's Royal Emperor, Go, go into old Titus sorrowful house, And hither hale that misbelieving Moor, To be adjudged some direful slaughtering death, As punishment for his most wicked life. Lucius all hail to 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 awhile, 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 bloudslaine face, The last true Duties of thy Noble Son. Tear for tear, and loving kiss for kiss, Thy Brother Marcus tenders on thy Lips: O 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: Sung thee asleep, his Loving Breast, thy Pillow: Many a matter hath he told to thee, Meet, and agreeing with thine Infancy: In that respect then, like a loving Child, Shed yet some small drops from thy tender Spring, Because kind Nature doth require it so: Friends, should associate Friends, in Grief and Wo. Bid him farewell, commit him to the Grave, Do him that kindness, and take leave of him. O 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 choke me, if I open my mouth. You sad Andronicuses, 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. O why should wrath be mute, & 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 Emp. hence, And give him burial in his Father's grave. My Father, and Lavinia, shall forthwith Be closed in our household's Monument: As for that heinous Tiger Tamora, No Funeral Rite, nor man in mournful Weeds: No mournful Bell shall ring her Burial: But throw her forth to Beasts and Birds of prey: Her life was Beastlike, and devoid of pity, And being so, shall have like want of pity. See justice done on Aaron that damned Moor, From whom, our heavy haps had their beginning: Then afterwards, to Order well the State, That like Events, may ne'er it Ruinated.
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Lucius, all haile Romes Royall Emperour, Goe, goe into old Titus ſorrowfull houſe, And hither hale that misbelieuing Moore, To be adiudg'd ſome direfull ſlaughtering death, As puniſhment for his moſt wicked life. Lucius all haile to Romes gracious 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 heauy taske: Stand all aloofe, but Vnckle draw you neere, To ſhed obſequious teares vpon this Trunke: Oh take this warme kiſſe on thy pale cold lips, Theſe forrowfull drops vpon thy bloud-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: O were the ſumme of theſe that I ſhould pay Countleſſe, and infinit, yet would I pay them. Come hither Boy, come, come, and learne of vs To melt in ſhowres: thy Grandſire lou'd thee well: Many a time he danc'd thee on his knee: Sung thee aſleepe, his Louing Breſt, thy Pillow: Many a matter hath he told to thee, Meete, and agreeing with thine Infancie: In that reſpect then, like a louing Childe, Shed yet ſome ſmall drops from thy tender Spring, Becauſe kinde Nature doth require it ſo: Friends, ſhould aſſociate Friends, in Greefe and Wo. Bid him farwell, commit him to the Graue, Do him that kindneſſe, and take leaue of him. O Grandſire, Grandſire: euen with all my heart Would I were Dead, ſo you did Liue againe. O Lord, I cannot ſpeake to him for weeping, My teares will choake me, if I ope my mouth. You ſad Andronici, haue done with woes, Giue ſentence on this execrable Wretch, That hath beene breeder of theſe dire euents. Set him breſt deepe in earth, and famiſh him: There let him ſtand, and raue, and cry for foode: If any one releeues, or pitties him, For the offence, he dyes. This is our doome: Some ſtay, to ſee him faſt'ned in the earth. O why ſhould wrath be mute, & Fury dumbe? I am no Baby I, that with baſe Prayers I ſhould repent the Euils I haue done. Ten thouſand worſe, then euer yet I did, Would I performe if I might haue my will: If one good Deed in all my life I did, I do repent it from my very Soule. Some louing Friends conuey the Emp. hence, And giue him buriall in his Fathers graue. My Father, and Lauinia, ſhall forthwith Be cloſed in our Houſholds Monument: As for that heynous Tyger Tamora, No Funerall Rite, nor man in mournfull Weeds: No mournfull Bell ſhall ring her Buriall: But throw her foorth to Beaſts and Birds of prey: Her life was Beaſt-like, and deuoid of pitty, And being ſo, ſhall haue like want of pitty. See Iuſtice done on Aaron that damn'd Moore, From whom, our heauy happes had their beginning: Then afterwards, to Order well the State, That like Euents, may ne're it Ruinate.