Locrine, the Eldest Son of King Brutus · chunk 4 of 31
S., W. · published 1595 · first performed or written c.1594 (Annals) tragedy · Unknown unassigned nearest T38 Death, parting and grief at court · 501 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T38: queen, king, death, dead, heart, life, die, lord, royal, news.
No longer let me well enjoy the crown, Than I do peerless Guendoline. Cmer. My Lord. The glory of mine age. And darling of thy mother Junoger, Take thou the South for thy dominion, From thee there shall proceed a royal race, That shall maintain the honour of this land, That sway the regal sceptre with their hands. And Albanact thy father's only joy, youngst in years, but not the youngst in mind, A perfect pattern of all chivalry, Take thou the North for thy dominion, A country full of hills and ragged rocks, Replenished with fierce untamed beasts, As correspondent to thy martial thoughts, Live long my sons with endless happiness, And bear firm concordance amongst yourselves, Obey the counsels of these father's grave, That you may better bear out violence, But suddenly through weakness of my age, And the defect of youthful puissance, My malady increaseth more and more, And cruel death hasteneth his quickened pace, To dispossess me of my earthly shape, Mine eyes wax dim, overcast with clouds of age, The pangs of death compass my crazed bones, Thus to you all my blessings I bequeath, And with my blessings, this my fleeting soul. My glass is run, and all my miseries Do end with life: death closeth up mine eyes, My soul is haste flies to the Elysian fields. Accursed stars, dammed and accursed stars, To abbreviate my noble father's life, hard-hearted gods, and too envious fates, Thus to cut off my father's fatal thread, Brutus that was a glory to us all, Brutus that was a terror to his foes, Alas too soon by Demagorgon's knife, The martial Brutus is bereft of life. No sad complaints may move just Lacus. No dreadful threats can fear judge Rhodomanth, Wert thou as strong as mighty Hercules, That tamed the hugy monsters of the world, play'dst thou as sweet, on the sweet sounding lute, As did the spouse of fair Euridies, That did enchant the waters with his noise, And made stones, birds, and beasts, to lead a dance, Constrained the hilly trees to follow him, Thou couldst not move the judge of Crebus, Nor move compassion in grim Pluto's heart, For fatal Mors expecteth all the world, And every man must tread the way of death, Brave Tantalus the valiant Pelops sire, Guest to the gods, suffered untimely death, And old Fleithonus husband to the morn, And eke grim Minos whom just Iupiter Deigned to admit unto his sacrifice, The thundering trumpets of blood-thirsty Mars. The fearful rage of fell Tisiphone. The boisterous waves of humid Ocean, Are instruments and tools of dismal death. Then noble cousin cease to mourn his chance, Whose age & years were signs that he should die. It resteth now that we inter his bones, That was a terror to his enemies. Take up the corpse, and princes hold him dead, Who while he lived, upheld the Trojan state. Sound drums and trumpets, march to Troynovant, There to provide our chieftains funeral.
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No longer let me wel enioy the crowne, Then I do peerlesse Guendoline. Cmer. My Lord. The glorie of mine age. And darling of thy mother Iuoger, Take thou the South for thy dominion, From thee there shall proseed a royall race, That shall maintaine he honor of this land, That sway the regall scepter with their hands. And Albanact thy fathers onely ioy, Yoongst in yeares, but not the yoongst in mind, A perfect patterne of all chiualrie, Take thou the North for thy dominion, A country full of hills and ragged rockes, Replenished with fearce vntamed beasts, As correspondent to thy martiall thoughts, Liue long my sonnes with endlesse happinesse, And beare firme concordance amongst your selues, Obey the counsels of these fathers graue, That you may better beare out violence, But suddeinly through weaknesse of my age, And the defect of youthfull puissance, My maladie increaseth more and more, And cruell death hastneth his quickned pace, To dispossesse me of my earthly shape, Mine eies wax dimme, ouercast with clouds of age, The pangs of death compasse my crazed bones, Thus to you all my blessings I bequeath, And with my blessings, this my fleeting soule. My glasse is runne, and all my miseries Do end with life: death closeth vp mine eies, My soule is haste flies to the Elisian fields. Accursed starres, damd and accursed starres, To abreuiate my noble fathers life, Hard-harted gods, and too enuious fates, Thus to cut off my fathers fatall thred, Brutus that was a glorie to vs all, Brutus that was a terror to his foes, Alasse too soone by Demagogons knife, The martiall Brutus is beret of life. No sad complaints may moue iust Lacus. No dreadfull threats can feare iudge Rhodomanth, Wert thou as strong as mightie Hercules, That tamde the hugie monsters of the world, Plaidst thou as sweet, on the sweet sounding lute, As did the spouse of faire Euridies, That did enchant the waters with his noise, And made stones, birds, and beasts, to lead a dance, Constraind the hillie trees to follow him, Thou couldst not moue the iudge of Crebus, Nor moue compassion in grimme Plutos heart, For fatall Mors expecteth all the world, And euerie man must tread the way of death, Braue Tantalus the valiant Pelops sire, Guest to the gods, suffred vntimely death, And old Fleithonus husband to the morne, And eke grim Minos whom iust Iupiter Deignd to admit vnto his sacrifice, The thundring trumpets of blood-thirstie Mars. The fearfull rage of fell Tisiphone. The boistrous waues of humid Ocean, Are instruments and tooles of dismall death. Then noble cousin cease to mourne his chaunce, Whose age & yeares were signes that he shuld die. It resteth now that we interre his bones, That was a terror to his enemies. Take vp the coarse, and princes hold him dead, Who while he liu'd, vpheld the Troyan state. Sound drums and trumpets, march to Troinouant, There to prouide our chieftaines funerall.