Anonymous · published 1596 · first performed or written 1594 [Oct 23] (Annals) tragicomedy · Admiral's (Nottingham's) Men T5 Christian faith, sin and salvation typicality 0.79 · 531 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T5: god, christ, david, sin, holy, israel, lord, mercy, sins, faith.
Why Annetta, I have dealt in honesty, I have discoursed my master's mind at large, And therein showed the duty that I own: Next like a councillor and friend beside, I give thee this advice, and therein let thee know, How much I honour noble Lelio. Ah but when I think upon Sempronio. Why what of him? How imperiously he sought to win thy love. Tell me the rest. I cannot choose but weep amain. Why didst thou know the man? O no, not I, for I am penitent Experience, Madams, I know gold cannot conquer you, Fair Lucida doth scorn Fortunio's lust, And for that virtue which I see in both, Receive the gifts I will bestow on you: To thee chaste madame, Lelio's best beloved, I give this scalp, and pray thee every day, Beholding it, to think upon thy end: Which sight will so restrain all worldly lust, As thou shalt die to sin, and live to God. To thee fair Lucida I do present This book, whereon is written, Thy father's pedigree and famous line, Each morning when the golden Sun appears, And glides the mountain tops, peruse it well, There reading mark but honour of thy race, Take heed least lewdness do thy fame deface, Reply not, get you in, the Crocodile is coming forth That weeping will devour you. This is the festival of holy Mark, Yond come the pompious show. Vanitas vanitatum, & omnia vanitas, Vain ceremonies, customs of the world, This day our Lords of Venice wont be, To sacrifice in triumph to the sea, And march in pomp unto the Arcedan, For this great state built in a starry nook, An angle of the Andrie arctike sea, For happiness and long continuance, More blest than Rome itself, Vain customs doth observe, But yond come my master and Marchetto forth, Now you that long to see the guise of sin, How one makes two, and two increaseth four, And sin in gathering head grows infinite, Let him behold examples in these loves. Here comes my cynical attendance We shall have news what Lucyda intends. Go cast thee headlong from a mounttaine top, Or in the deepest seas go drown thyself, Go live thou wretch among the barbarous beasts, Where Italy may never hear thy name. For virtue vows to laugh in looking on, To see you perish in your peevishness, A dreadful entrance to a doleful tale, Speak man, what news from Lucyda? she spies thy poyssoned message in thy face, She scorns thy gifts, and vows to hate thee ever, To thee lewd lozel fair Annetta sends, A troup of curses chained with bitter sighs, Come Lords let's lighten us of heavy things, There lies my cloak & cap, now throw your swords aside, And let us three like fleeting unycornes, Run blushing through the streets in to the wood, There let Fortunio cut Marchettos throat, That counseled him to ravish chastity, There penitent experience with his bat, Shall beat Fortunio's tender wanton sides, That sought to spoil holy virginity, Lastly myself will sit and tear my hair, And weep until I choke myself with wet, To see nobility so much disguised.
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Why Annetta, I haue dealt in honeſtie, I haue diſcourſt my maſters minde at large, And therein ſhewed the dutie that I owe: Next lyke a councellor and friend beſides, I giue thee this aduice, and therein let thee know, How much I honor noble Lelio. Ah but when I thinke vpon Sempronio. Why what of him? How imperiouſly he ſought to win thy loue. Tell me the reſt. I cannot chooſe but weepe amaine. Why dydſt thou know the man? O no, not I, for I am penitent Experience, Madames, I know gold cannot conquer you, Faire Lucida doth ſcorne Fortunios luſt, And for that vertue which I ſee in both, Receiue the gifts I will beſtow on you: To thee chaſt madame, Lelios beſt beloued, I giue this ſcalpe, and pray thee euerie daie, Beholding it, to thinke vpon thy end: Which ſight will ſo reſtraine all worldly luſt, As thou ſhalt die to ſin, and liue to God. To thee faire Lucida I do preſent This booke, whereon is written, Thy fathers pedegree and famous line, Each morning when the golden Sunne appeares, And glides the mountaine tops, peruſe it well, There reading marke but honor of thy race, Take heed leaſt lewdnes do thy fame deface, Replie not, get you in, the Crocodile is cōming forth That weeping will deuour you. This is the feaſtiuall of holy Marke, Yond come the pompious ſhew. Vanitas vanitatum, & omnia vanitas, Vaine ceremonies, cuſtomes of the world, This daie our Lordes of Venice wonted bee, To ſacrifice in triumph to the ſea, And march in pompe vnto the Arcedan, For this great ſtate built in a ſtarrie nooke, An angle of the Andrie arctike ſea, For happineſſe and long continuance, More bleſt than Rome it ſelfe, Vaine cuſtomes doth obſerue, But yond come my maſter and Marchetto forth, Now you that long to ſee the guiſe of ſinne, How one makes two, and two increaſeth foure, And ſinne in gathering head growes infynite, Let him beholde examples in theſe loues. Here comes my cynicall attendance Wee ſhall haue newes what Lucyda intendes. Goe caſt thee headlong from a mounttaine top, Or in the deepeſt ſeas goe drowne thy ſelfe, Goe liue thou wretch among the barbarous beaſts, Where Italy may neuer heare thy name. For vertue vowes to laugh in looking on, To ſee you periſh in your peeuiſhnes, A dreadfull enterance to a dolfull tale, Speake man, what newes from Lucyda? ſhee ſpyes thy poyſſoned meſſage in thy face, Shee ſcornes thy gyftes, and vowes to hate thee euer, To thee lewd loſſell fayre Annetta ſends, A troope of curſes chayned with bitter ſighes, Come Lordes lets lyghten vs of heauie things, There lies my cloake & cap, now throw your ſwoordes aſide, And let vs three lyke fleeting vnycornes, Runne bluſhing through the ſtreets in to the wood, There let Fortunio cut Marchettos throat, That councelled him to rauiſh chaſtytie, There penitent experience with his bat, Shall beate Fortunios tender wanton ſides, That ſought to ſpoyle holy virginitie, Laſtly my ſelfe will ſyt and teare my haire, And weepe vntil I choake my ſelfe with wet, To ſee nobilytie ſo much diſguiſd.