Anonymous · published 1596 · first performed or written 1594 [Oct 23] (Annals) tragicomedy · Admiral's (Nottingham's) Men unassigned nearest T1 Death, grief and revenge · 510 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T1: death, life, dead, die, blood, revenge, soul, father, heart, heaven.
HEre walk Menalchus on this grassy plain, And while the wanton lambs feed on these downs, And hide them in the thickets from the Sun, That shine on Venus' stately builded towers, Discourse to aged Antimon and me, The doleful history and that dreary tale, That erst befell in fatal Arcady, How poor Amintas perished in his love. You will me call to memory sweet friends The countless sorrows which will fetch forth tears From hardest rocks, and move a marble heart, But though my mind in recolecting tears, With horror dumb, and eke would choke my tongue From telling tragic news, I will begin. Stay Menalchus, and hide thee in these thickets, For here come strangers, who with ireful brows, Threatens some stormy troubles to succeed. Hear is a place convenient Lelio, Yonder's a plain whereon our steeds may graze, Here is a grove backed with cressend hills, But save these trees none else behold our fight. Have I retained thee caitiff in my house, And made thee Lord of all my best delights, And could thy impious heart so lewdly think, Dishonour to defile my wedding bed, Had Venus no other strumpet to content Sempronios mind, but thou must choose my wife, To make a stolen to thy unbridled lust, Wretch, why do I thus expostulate? Come, come, I'll act revenge, and talk no more, Even for our ancient love I'll give thee law, Disrobe thee if thou wilt, speak no more, For Lelio hath inexorable ears. If words 'mongst faithful friends may not be borne, Believe me Lelio thou deservest the horn, Come sir, for kindness I will let you blood, And seek to cool your fire of jealousy. And I'll revenge my mortal injury, Now is his lustful insolence, Drowned in the sea of bloody tragedy, How now Sempronio? Fly Lelio, fly, thy jealous fury robs thee of a friend, I pay thee with my blood for lewd desire, Go hie thee hence, prevent pursuit, My miseries are done, when I am dead, Thy miseries are too near. Too late remorse, why dost thou follow me? Ah sweet Sempronio, speak but one word more. I speak these few words more, fly Lelio fly, 'mongst friends it is too much for one to die. Murder my friends, pursue the murderer, Hast Coridon, hie the Antimon. Fly Lelio fly, and save thy life. 'tis Lelio shepherds, hast and follow him. And Lelios' sword hath slain Sempronio, Pursue you shepherds that lewd murderer, Whilst I do bear this bloody garment hence, To Seruio, tutor to this noble man, And give him notice of his kinsman's death, Down with the murderers, fellows kill his horse. What noise is this before my hold of peace? A little breach of peace to men of zeal, Is held a world of grief to cross his mind: Behold a young man weltering in his blood, High thee old Philip, show thy charity, Bear him to thy cell, and if thou canst, recure his wounds, If not, go bury him, the badge of contemplations charity.
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HEre walke Menalchus on this graſsie plaine, And while the wanton lambes feed on theſe downes, And hide them in the thickets from the Sunne, That ſhine on Venus ſtately builded towers, Diſcourſe to aged Antimon and me, The dolefull hiſtorie and that drierie tale, That earſt befell in fatall Arcadie, How poore Amintas periſht in his loue. You will me cal to memorie ſweet friends The countleſſe ſorrowes which wil fetch forth teares From hardeſt rockes, and moue a marble heart, But though my minde in recolecting teares, With horror dumbe, and eke would choake my tong From telling tragike newes, I will begin. Stay Menalchus, and hide thee in theſe thickets, For heere come ſtrangers, who with ireful browes, Threatens ſome ſtormie troubles to ſucceed. Heere is a place conuenient Lelio, Yonder's a plaine whereon our ſteeds may graze, Here is a groue backt with creſſend hils, But ſaue theſe trees none elſe behold our fight. Haue I retaind thee caitife in my houſe, And made thee Lord of all my beſt delights, And could thy impious heart ſo lewdly thinke, Diſhonor to defile my wedding bed, Had Venus no other ſtrumpet to content Sempronios mind, but thou muſt chooſe my wife, To make a ſtale to thy vnbrideled luſt, Wretch, why doo I thus expoſtulate? Come, come, Ile act reuenge, and talke no more, Euen for our ancient loue Ile giue thee lawe, Diſroabe thee if thou wilt, ſpeake no more, For Lelio hath inexorable eares. If words mongſt faithfull friends may not be borne, Beleeue me Lelio thou deſerueſt the horne, Come ſir, for kindnes I will let you bloud, And ſeeke to coole your fire of iealouſie. And Ile reuenge my mortall iniurie, Now is his luſtfull inſolence, Drownd in the ſea of bloudie tragedie, How now Sempronio? Flie Lelio, flie, thy iealous furie robs thee of a friend, I paie thee with my bloud for lewd deſire, Go hie thee hence, preuent purſuit, My miſeries are done, when I am dead, Thy miſeries are too neere. Too late remorſe, why doeſt thou follow me? Ah ſweet Sempronio, ſpeake but one word more. I ſpeak theſe few wordes more, flie Lelio flie, Mongſt friends it is too much for one to die. Murder my friends, purſue the murderer, Haſt Coridon, hie the Antimon. Flie Lelio flie, and ſaue thy life. Tis Lelio ſhepheards, haſt and follow him. And Lelios ſworde hath ſlaine Sempronio, Purſue you ſhepheards that lewd murderer, Whileſt I do beare this bloudie garment hence, To Seruio, tutor to this noble man, And giue him notice of his kinſmans death, Downe with the murtherers, fellowes kill his horſe. What noiſe is this before my hold of peace? A little breach of peace to men of zeale, Is held a world of griefe to croſſe his minde: Behold a young man weltering in his bloud, Hie thee olde Phillip, ſhew thy charitie, Beare him to thy cell, and if thou canſt, recure his wounds, If not, goe burie him, the badge of contemplations charitie.