Daniel, Samuel · published 1599 · first performed or written 1593 [revised 1607] (Annals) tragedy unassigned nearest T38 Death, parting and grief at court · 437 words · other edition — not in the analysis
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T38: queen, king, death, dead, heart, life, die, lord, royal, news.
AM I ordained the careful Messenger, And sad news-bringer of the strangest death, Which self hand did upon itself infer, To free a captive soul from servile breath? Must I the lamentable wonder show, Which all the world must grieve and marvel at The rarest form of death in earth below, That ever pity, glory, wonder got. What news bring'st thou, can Egypt yet yield (more Of sorrow than it hath? what can it add To the already overflowing store Of sad affliction, matter yet more sad? Have we not seen the worst of our calamity? Is there behind yet something of distress Unseen, unknown? Tell if that greater misery There be, that we wail not that which is less. Tell us what so it be, and tell at first, For sorrow ever longs to hear her worst. Well then, the strangest thing relate I will, That ever eye of mortal man hath seen. I (as you know) even from my youth, have still Attended on the person of the Queen: And ever in all fortunes good or ill, With her as one of chiefest trust have been. And now in these so great extremities, That ever could to majesty befall, I did my best in what I could devise, And left her not, till now she left us all. What is she gone. Hath Caesar forced her so? Yea, she is gone, and hath deceived him to. What, fled to INDIA, to go find her son? No, not to INDIA, but to find her son. why then there's hope she may her state recover. Her state? nay rather honour, and her Lover. Her Lover? him she cannot have again. Well, him she hath, with him she doth remain. Why then she's dead. Is't so? why speakest not thou? You guess aright, and I will tell you how. When she perceived all hope was clean bearest her, That Caesar meant to send her strait away, And saw no means of reconcilement left her, Work what she could, she could not work to stay: She calls me to her, and she thus began. O thou, whose trust hath ever been the same And one in all my fortunes, faithful man, Alone content t'attend disgrace and shame. Thou, whom the fearful ruin of my fall, Never deterred to leave calamity: As did those others smooth state-pleasers all, Who followed but my fortune, and not me. 'tis thou must do a service for thy Queen, Wherein thy faith and skill must do their best: Thy honest care and duty shall be seen Performing this, more than in all the rest.
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AM I ordain'd the carefull Messenger, And sad newes-bringer of the strangest death, VVhich selfe hand did vpon it selfe infer, To free a captiue soule from seruile breath? Must I the lamentable wonder shew, Which all the world must grieue and meruaile at The rarest forme of death in earth below, That euer pitty, glory, wonder gat. What newes bring'st thou, can Egypt yet yeelde (more Of sorrow then it hath? what can it adde To the already ouerflowing store Of sad affliction, matter yet more sad? Haue we not seene the worst of our calamity? Is there behind yet something of distresse Vnseene, vnknown? Tel if that greater misery There be, that we waile not that which is lesse. Tell vs what so it be, and tell at first, For sorrow euer longs to heare her worst. Well then, the strangest thing relate I will, That euer eye of mortall man hath seene. I (as you know) euen frō my youth, haue still Attended on the person of the Queene: And euer in all fortunes good or ill, With her as one of chiefest trust haue beene. And now in these so great extreamities, That euer could to maiestie befall, I did my best in what I could deuise, And left her not, till now she left vs all. What is she gone. Hath Caesar forst her so? Yea, she is gone, and hath deceiu'd him to. What, fled to INDIA, to go find her sonne? No, not to INDIA, but to find her sonne. why then ther's hope she may her state recouer. Her state? nay rather honor, and her Louer. Her Louer? him she cannot haue againe. Well, him she hath, with him she doth remaine. Why then she's dead. Ist so? why speak'st not thou? You gesse aright, and I will tell you how. When she perceiu'd al hope was cleane berest her, That Caesar meant to send her straight away, And saw no meanes of reconcilement left her, Worke what she could, she could not worke to stay: She cals me to her, and she thus began. O thou, whose trust hath euer been the same And one in all my fortunes, faithfull man, Alone content t'attend disgrace and shame. Thou, whom the fearefull ruine of my fall, Neuer deterr'd to leaue calamitie: As did those others smooth state-pleasers all, Who followed but my fortune, and not me. Tis thou must do a seruice for thy Queene, Wherein thy faith and skill must do their best: Thy honest care and duty shall be seene Performing this, more then in all the rest.