A Looking Glass for London and England · chunk 35 of 39
Lodge, Thomas / Greene, Robert · published 1594 · first performed or written 1588 [1587-1588] (Annals) biblical play; moral · Derby's (Strange's) Men T5 Christian faith, sin and salvation typicality 0.77 · 501 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T5: god, christ, david, sin, holy, israel, lord, mercy, sins, faith.
Come mournful dames lay off your broidered locks, And on your shoulders spread dispiearsed hairs, Let voice of music cease, where sorrow dwells. Clothed in sackcloaths, sigh your sins with me. Bemoan your pride, bewail your lawless lusts, With fasting mortify your pampered loins: Oh think upon the horror of your sins. Think, think, with me, the burden of your blames, Woe to thy pomp, fall, e beauty, fading flower, Blasted by age, by sickness, and by death. Woe to our painted cheeks, our curious oils, Our rich array, that fostered us in sin. Woe to our idle thoughts that wound our souls. Oh would to God all nations might receive, A good example by our grievous fall. You that are planted there where pleasure dwells, And thinks your pomp as great as Niniuies, May fall for sin as Niniveh doth now. Mourn, mourn, let moan be all your melody, And pray with me, and I will pray for all. O Lord of heaven forgive us our misdeeds. O Lord of heaven forgive us our misdeeds. O Lord of light forgive me my misdeeds. Be not so overcome with grief O King, Lest you endanger life by sorrowing so. King of Cilicia, should I cease my grief, Where as my swarming sins afflict my soul? Vain man know, this my burden greater is, Then every private subject in my land: My life hath been a lodestar unto them, To guide them in the labyrinth of blame, Thus I have taught them for to do amiss: Then must I weep my friend for their amiss, The fall of Niniveh is wrought by me: I have maintained this City in her shame. I have contemned the warnings from above. I have upholden incest, rape, and spoil. 'tis I that wrought the sin, must weep the sin. Oh had I tears like to the silver streams, That from the Alpine Mountains sweetly stream, Or had I sighs the treasures of remorse, As plentiful as Aeolus hath blasts, I then would tempt the heavens with my laments, And pierce the throne of mercy by my sighs. heavens are prepitious unto faithful prayers. But after our repent, we must lament: Lest that a worse mischief doth befall. Oh pray, perhaps the Lord will pity us. Oh God of truth both merciful and just, Behold repentant men with piteous eyes, We wail the life that we have led before. O pardon Lord, O pity Niniveh. O pardon Lord, O pity Niniveh. Let not the Infants dallying on the tent, For father's sins in judgement be oppressed. Let not the painful mother's big with child, The innocents be punished for our sin. O pardon Lord, O pity Niniveh. O pardon Lord, O pity Niniveh. O Lord of heaven, the virgins weep to thee. The covetous man sorie sorry for his sin. The Prince and poor, all pray before thy throne. And wilt thou then be wroth with Niniveh? Give truce to prayer O king, and rest a space.
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Come mournfull dames laie off your brodred locks, And on your shoulders spred dispiearsed haires, Let voice of musicke cease, where sorrow dwels. Cloathed in sackcloaths, sigh your sinnes with me. Bemone your pride, bewaile your lawlesse lusts, With fasting mortifie your pampered loines: Oh thinke vpon the horrour of your sinnes. Think, think, with me, the burthen of your blames, Woe to thy pompe, fal, e beautie, fading floure, Blasted by age, by sicknesse, and by death. Woe to our painted chéekes, our curious oyles, Our rich array, that fostered vs in sinne. Woe to our idle thoughts that wound our soules. Oh would to God all nations might receiue, A good example by our gréeuous fall. You that are planted there where pleasure dwels, And thinkes your pompe as great as Niniuies, May fall for sinne as Niniuie doth now. Mourne, mourne, let moane be all your melodie, And pray with me, and I will pray for all. O Lord of heauen forgiue vs our misdéeds. O Lord of heauen forgiue vs our misdéeds. O Lord of light forgiue me my misdéeds. Be not so ouercome with griefe O King, Least you endanger life by sorrowing so. King of Cilicia, should I cease my griefe, Where as my swarming sinnes afflict my soule? Uaine man know, this my burthen greater is, Then euery priuate subiect in my land: My life hath bene a loadstarre vnto them, To guide them in the laborinth of blame, Thus I haue taught them for to do amisse: Then must I wéepe my friend for their amisse, The fall of Niniuie is wrought by me: I haue maintaind this Citie in her shame. I haue contemn'd the warnings from aboue. I haue vpholden incest, rape, and spoyle. Tis I that wrought the sinne, must wéepe the sinne. Oh had I teares like to the siluer streames, That from the Alpine Mountains swéetly streame, Or had I sighes the treasures of remorse, As plentifull as Aeolus hath blasts, I then would tempt the heauens with my laments, And pierce the throane of mercy by my sighes. Heauens are prepitious vnto faithful praiers. But after our repent, we must lament: Least that a worser mischiefe doth befall. Oh pray, perhaps the Lord will pitie vs. Oh God of truth both mercifull and iust, Behold repentant men with pitious eyes, We waile the life that we haue led before. O pardon Lord, O pitie Niniuie. O pardon Lord, O pitie Niniuie. Let not the Infants dallying on the tent, For fathers sinnes in iudgement be opprest. Let not the painfull mothers big with childe, The innocents be punisht for our sinne. O pardon Lord, O pitie Niniuie. O pardon Lord, O pitie Niniuie. O Lord of heauen, the virgins wéepe to thée. The couetous man forie sorie for his sinne. The Prince and poore, all pray before thy throane. And wilt thou then be wroth with Niniuie? Giue truce to praier O king, and rest a space.