Peele, George · published 1594 · first performed or written 1589 [1588-1589] (Annals) tragedy · Unknown unassigned nearest T36 Hell, Furies and the language of punishm · 470 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T36: hell, earth, gods, death, ghosts, blood, bloody, heaven, night, ghost.
Villain, what dreadful sound of death & fight Is this, where with thou dost afflict our ears? But if there be no safety to abide The favour, fortune, and success of war. Away in haste, roll on my chariot wheels Restless, till I be safely set in shade Of some unhaunted place, some blasted grove Of deadly hue, or dismal cypress tree, Far from the light or comfort of the Sun, There to curse heaven, and he that heaves me hence, To seek as Envy at Cecropes' gate, And pine the thought and terror of mishaps, Away. Now war begins his rage and ruthless reign, And Nemesis with bloody whip in hand, Thunders for vengeance on this Negro moore. Nor may the silence of the speechless night, divine Architects of murders and misdeeds. Of tragedies, and tragic tyrannies, Hide or contain this barbarous cruelty Of this usurper to his progeny. Hark Lords, as in a hollow place afar, The dreadful shrieks and clamours that resound, And sound revenge upon this traitor's soul, Traitor to kin and kind, to Gods and men. Now Nemesis upon her doubling drum, moved with this ghastly moan, this sad complaint, larums aloud into Allecto's ears, And with her thundering wakes whereas they lie, In cave as dark as hell, and beds of steel, The furies just imps of dire revenge, Revenge cries Abdilmelec's grieved ghost, And rouseth with the terror of this noise These nymphs of Erebus. Wreak and revenge Ring out the souls of his unhappy brethren, And now start up these torments of the world, Waked with the thunder of Rhamnusia's drum, And fearful echoes of these grieved ghosts, Allecto with her brand and bloody torch, Megaera with her whip and snaky hair, Tisiphone with her fatal murdering iron, These three conspire, these three complain & moan, Thus Muly Mahamet is a counsel held, To wreak the wrongs and murders thou hast done. By this imagine was this barbarous Moore Chased from his dignity and his diadem, And lives forlorn among the mountain shrubs, And makes his food the flesh of savage beasts. Amurath's soldiers have by this installed Good Abdelmelec in his royal seat, The dames of Fez and ladies of the land, In honour of the son of Soliman, Erect a statue made of beaten gold, And sing to Amurath songs of lasting praise. Muly Mahamet's fury overruled, His cruelty controlled, and pride rebuked, Now at last when sober thoughts removed, Care of his kingdom and desired crown, The aid that once was offered and refused By messengers, he furiously employs, Sebastian's aid brave king of Portugal, He forward in all arms and chivalry Hearkens to his Ambassadors, and grants What they in letters and by words entreat. Now listen lordings now begins the game, Sebastian's tragedy in this tragic war.
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Villain, what dreadfull sound of death & flght Is this, where with thou doest afflict our eares? But if there be no safetie to abide The fauor, fortune, and successe of warre. Away in hast, roule on my chariot wheeles Restlesse, till I be safely set in shade Of some vnhanted place, some blasted groue Of deadly hue, or dismall cyprestree, Farre from the light or comfort of the Sunne, There to curse heauen, and he that heaues me hence, To seeke as Enuie at Cecropes gate, And pine the thought and terrour of mishaps, Awaie. Now warre begins his rage and ruthlesse raine, And Nemisis with bloudie whip in hand, Thunders for vengeance on this Negro moore. Nor may the silence of the speechlesle night, Diuine Architects of murthers and misdeeds. Of tragedies, and tragicke tyrannies, Hide or containe this barbarous crueltie Of this vsurper to his progenie. Hearke Lords, as in a hollow place a farre, The dreadfull shrikes and clamors that resound, And sound reuenge vpon this traiors soule, Traitor to kinne and kinde, to Gods and men. Now Nemisis vpon her doubling drum, Moude with this gastly mone, this sad complaint, Larumes aloud into Alectoseares, And with her thundering wakes whereas they lie, In caue as darke as hell, and beds of steele, The furies iust impes of dire reuenge, Reuenge cries Abdilmelecs grieued ghost, And rouseth with the terror of this noise These nymphs of Erybus. Wreake and reuenge Ring out the soules of his vnhappie brethren, And now start vp these torments of the world, Wakt with the thunder of Ramusians drum, And feareful ecchos of these grieued ghosts, Alecto with her brand and bloudie torch, Megaera with her whip and snakie haire, Tysiphone with her fatall murthering yron, These three conspire, these three complaine & mone, Thus Muly Mahamet is a counsell held, To wreake the wrongs and murthers thou hast done. By this imagine was this barbarous Moore Chased from his dignitie and his diademe, And liues forlorne among the mountaine shrubs, And makes his food the flesh of sauage beasts. A mureths souldiers haue by this instald Good Abdelmelec in his roiall seate, The dames of Fesse and ladies of the land, In honor of the sonne of Soliman, Erect a statue made of beaten gold, And sing to Amurath songs of lasting praise. Muly Mahamets furie ouer-rulde, His crueltie controld, and priderebukt, Now at last when sober thoughts renude, Care of his kingdome and desired crowne, The aide that once was offered and refusde By messenges, he furiously imployes, Sebastians aide braue king of Portugall, He forward in all armes and chiualrie Hearkens to his Embassadors, and grants What they in letters and by words intreate. Now listen lordings now begins the game, Sebastians tragedie in this tragicke warre.