Anonymous · published 1594 · first performed or written 1592 [c.1592-1594] (Annals) comedy · Unknown unassigned nearest T1 Death, grief and revenge · 498 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T1: death, life, dead, die, blood, revenge, soul, father, heart, heaven.
That damned villain that hath deluded me, Whom I did send guide unto my son, Oh that my furious force could cleave the earth, That I might muster bands of hellish fiends, To rack his heart and tear his impious soul. The ceaseless turning of celestial orbs, Kindles not greater flames in flitting air, Then passionate anguish of my raging breast, Then let my death sweet father end your grief, For I it is that thus have wrought your woes, Then be revenged on me for here I swear, That they are innocent of what I did, Oh had I charge to cut of Hydra's head, To make the topless Alps a champion field, To kill untamed monsters with my sword, To travel daily in the hottest sun, And watch in winter when the nights be cold, I would with gladness undertake them all, And think the pain but pleasure that I felt, So that my noble father at my return, Would but forget and pardon my offence, Let me entreat your grace upon my knees, To pardon him and let my death discharge The heavy wrath your grace hath vowed 'gainst him. And good my Lord let us entreat your grace, To purge your stomach of this Melancholy, Taint not your princely mind with grief my Lord, But pardon and forgive these lovers faults, That kneeling crave your gracious favour here. Great prince of Cestus, let a woman's words, Entreat a pardon in your lordly breast, Both for your princely son, and us my Lord. Aurelius stand up I pardon thee, I see that virtue will have enemies, And fortune willbe thwarting honour still, And you fair virgin too I am content, To accept you for my daughter since 'tis done, And see you princely used in Cestus court. Thanks good my Lord and I no longer live, Than I obey and honour you in all: Let me give thanks unto your royal grace, For this great honour done to me and mine, And if your grace will walk unto my house, I will in humblest manner I can, show The eternal service I do owe your grace. Thanks good Alfonso: but I came alone, And not as did beseem the Cestian Duke, Nor would I have it known within the town, That I was here and thus without my train, But as I came alone so will I go, And leave my son to solemnize his feast, And ere't be long I'll come again to you, And do him honour as beseems the son Of mighty Ierobell the Cestian Duke, Till when I'll leave you, Farewell Aurelius. Not yet my Lord, I'll bring you to your ship. whose's within there? come hither sirs my Lords asleep again: go take him easily up, And put him in his one apparel again, And lay him in the place where we did find him, Just underneath the alehouse side below, But see you wake him not in any case.
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That damned villaine that hath deluded me▪ Whome I did ſend guide vnto my ſon, Oh that my furious force could cleaue the earth, That I might muſter bands of helliſh feendes, To rack his heart and teare his impious ſoule. The ceaſeleſſe turning of celeſtiall orbes, Kindles not greater flames in flitting aire, Then paſſionate anguiſh of my raging breſt, Then let my death ſweet father end your griefe, For I it is that thus haue wrought your woes, Then be reuengd on me for here I ſweare, That they are innocent of what I did, Oh had I charge to cut of Hydraes hed, To make the topleſſe Alpes a champion field, To kill vntamed monſters with my ſword, To trauell dayly in the hotteſt ſun, And watch in winter when the nightes be colde, I would with gladneſſe vndertake them all, And thinke the paine but pleaſure that I felt, So that my noble father at my returne, Would but forget and pardon my offence, Let me intreat your grace vpon my knees, To pardon him and let my death diſcharge The heauy wrath your grace hath vowd gainſt him. And good my Lord let vs intreat your grace, To purge your ſtomack of this Melancholy, Taynt not your princely minde with griefe my Lord, But pardon and forgiue theſe louers faults, That kneeling craue your gratious fauor here. Great prince of Ceſtus, let a womans wordes, Intreat a pardon in your lordly breſt, Both for your princely ſon, and vs my Lord. Aurelius ſtand vp I pardon thee, I ſee that vertue will haue enemies, And fortune willbe thwarting honour ſtill, And you faire virgin too I am content, To accept you for my daughter ſince tis don, And ſee you princely vsde in Ceſtus courte. Thankes good my Lord and I no longer liue, Then I obey and honour you in all: Let me giue thankes vnto your royall grace, For this great honor don to me and mine, And if your grace will walke vnto my houſe, I will in humbleſt maner I can, ſhow The eternall ſeruice I doo owe your grace. Thanks good Alfonſo: but I came alone, And not as did beſeeme the Ceſtian Duke, Nor would I haue it knowne within the towne, That I was here and thus without my traine, But as I came alone ſo will I go, And leaue my ſon to ſolemniſe his feaſt, And ere't belong Ile come againe to you, And do him honour as beſeemes the ſon Of mightie Ierobell the Ceſtian Duke, Till when Ile leaue you, Farwell Aurelius. Not yet my Lord, Ile bring you to your ſhip. Whoſe within there? come hither ſirs my Lords A ſleepe againe: go take him eaſily vp, And put him in his one apparell againe, And lay him in the place where we did find him, Iuſt vnderneath the alehouſe ſide below, But ſee you wake him not in any caſe.