Daniel, Samuel · published 1599 · first performed or written 1593 [revised 1607] (Annals) tragedy unassigned nearest T34 Thebes and royal catastrophe: siege, sla · 463 words · other edition — not in the analysis
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T34: thebes, antigone, polynices, creon, eteocles, war, theban, gods, dear, country.
O my divided soul, what shall I do? Where on shall now my resolution rest? What were I best resolve to yield unto When both are bad, how shall I know the best? Stay; I may hap so work with Caesar now, That he may yield him to restore thy right. Go; Caesar never will consent that thou So near in blood, shalt be so great in might. Then take him Rodon, go my son farewell. But stay; there's something else that I would say: Yet nothing now, but o God speed thee well, Lest saying more, that more may make thee stay. Yet let me speak: It may be 'tis the last That ever I shall speak to thee my Son. Do Mothers use to part in such post-haste? What, must I end when I have scarce begun? Ah no (dear heart,) 'tis no such slender twine Wherewith the knot is tied twixt thee and me, That blood within thy veins came out of mine, Parting from thee, I part from part of me: And therefore I must speak. Yet what? O son. Here more she would, when more she could not say, Sorrow rebounding back whence it begun, Filled up the passage, and quite stopped the way: When sweet Caesario with a princely spirit, (Though comfortless himself) did comfort give, With mildest words, persuading her to bear it. And as for him, she should not need to grieve. And I (with protestations of my part,) Swore by that faith, (which sworn I did deceive) That I would use all care, all wit and art To see him safe; And so we took our leave. Scarce had we travailed to our journeys end, When Caesar having knowledge of our way, His Agents after us with speed doth send To labour me, Caesario to betray. Who with rewards and promises so large, Assailed me then, that I grew soon content; And back to Rhodes did reconvey my charge, Pretending that Octavius for him sent, To make him King of Egypt presently. And thither come, seeing himself betrayed, And in the hands of death through treachery, Wailing his state, thus to himself he said. Lo here brought back by subtle train to death Betrayed by Tutor's faith, or traitors rather: My fault my blood, and mine offence my birth, For being son of such a mighty Father. From India, (whither sent by mother's care, To be reserved from Egypt's common wrack,) To Rhodes, (so long the arms of tyrants are,) I am by Caesar's subtle reach brought back: Here to be made th' oblation for his fears, Who doubts the poor revenge these hands may do him: Respecting neither blood, nor youth, nor years, Or how small safety can my death be to him.
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Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
O my deuided soule, what shall I do? Where on shall now my resolution rest? What were I best resolue to yeeld vnto When both are bad, how shall I know the best? Stay; I may hap so worke with Caesar now, That he may yeeld him to restore thy right. Go; Caesar neuer will consent that thou So neere in bloud, shalt be so great in might. Then take him Rodon, go my sonne fare-well. But stay; ther's something else that I would say: Yet nothing now, but ô God speed thee well, Least saying more, that more may make thee stay. Yet let me speake: It may be tis the last That euer I shall speake to thee my Sonne. Doe Mothers vse to part in such post-haste? What, must I end when I haue scarce begun? Ah no (deere hart,) tis no such slender twine Where-with the knot is tide twixt thee and me, That bloud within thy vaines came out of mine, Parting from thee, I part from part of me: And therefore I must speake. Yet what? O sonne. Here more she would, when more she could not say, Sorrow rebounding backe whence it begun, Fild vp the passage, and quite stopt the way: When sweet Caesario with a princely spirite, (Though comfortles himself) did comfort giue, With mildest words, perswading her to beare it. And as for him, she should not need to grieue. And I (with protestations of my part,) Swore by that faith, (which sworn I did deceiue) That I would vse all care, all wit and arte To see him safe; And so we tooke our leaue. Scarce had we trauail'd to our iourneies end, When Caesar hauing knowledge of our way, His Agents after vs with speed doth send To labour me, Caesario to betray. Who with rewards and promises so large, Assail'd me then, that I grew soone content; And backe to Rhodes did reconuay my charge, Pretending that Octauius for him sent, To make him King of Egypt presently. And thither come, seeing himselfe betray'd, And in the hands of death through trechery, Wailing his state, thus to himselfe he said. Lo here brought back by subtile train to death Betraide by Tutors faith, or traytors rather: My fault my bloud, and mine offence my birth, For being sonne of such a mighty Father. From India, (whither sent by mothers care, To be reseru'd from Egypts common wracke,) To Rhodes, (so long the armes of tyrants are,) I am by Caesars subtile reach brought backe: Here to be made th' oblation for his feares, Who doubts the poore reuenge these hands may doe him: Respecting neither blood, nor youth, nor yeeres, Or how small safety can my death be to him.