The Blind Beggar of Alexandria (Irus) · chunk 22 of 26
Chapman, George · published 1598 · first performed or written 1596 [Feb 12] (Annals) comedy · Admiral's (Nottingham's) Men T0 Court life: dukes, favour and honour typicality 0.64 · 496 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T0: duke, lord, duchess, love, court, madam, prince, honour, grace, lady.
Nay rather let him hail me to my death Then 'gainst my will constrain me match myself. Die thou vile wretch and live Aspasia, even now I heard thy father Ptolemy With words that still do tingle in mine ears, Pronounce him heir to Alexandria, 'tis time for me to stir when such young boys, Shall have their weak necks over poised with crowns Which must become resolved champions, That for a crowns exchange will sell their souls, He kills him. Wicked Count Hermes for this monstrous deed, Egypt will hate thee. and thou sure must die, Then high thee to the hills beyond the Alps, Fly to unknown and unfrequented climes, Some desert place that never saw the sun, For if the king or any of his friends, Shall find Count Hermes thou art surely dead. I'll fly no more than doth a settled rock, No more than mountains or the steadfast poles, But come sweet love if thou wilt come with me, We two will live amongst the shadowy groves, And we will sit like shepherds on a hill, And with our heavenly voices 'tice the trees, To echo sweetly to our celestial tunes. Fls will I angle in the running brookes, Seasoning our toils with kiss, on the banks, Sometime I'll dive into the murmuring springs, And fetch thee stones to hang about thy neck, Which by thy splendour will be turned to pearl, Say fair Aspasia wilt thou walk with me. No bloody Count but I will clear myself, And tell thy murders to the amazed court. Nay if thou wilt not choose you peevish girl Thou canst not say but thou wert offered fair, But here must end Count Hermes strange disguise, My velvet gown my pistol and this patch, No more must hide me in the counts attire, Now will I turn my gown to usurers Coats, And thus appear unto the world no more, Farewell Aspasia. Go wretched villain hide thy hated head, Where never heavens light may shine on thee, whose's there, Come forth for here is murder done, Murder Murder of good prince Doricles. Who calls out murder Lady was it you. As I was walking in the pleasant weeds, With Doricles the young Arcadian prince, rushed in Count Hermes and in desperate words, Hath slain this prince. A baleful deed pursue the murderer, And tell the King of this foul accident Oh tell no more in stead of tears, M beating hart dissolues in droppes of blood, And from mine eyes that stars upon this corpse. Leaps out my soul and on it I will die, Oh Doricles oh dear Arcadian prince, The bulwark and supporter of my life. That by decree of fates was promised, To add four neighbour kingdoms to my crown, And shield me from a most abhorred death, Now shall my kingdom leave me with my life, And suddenly look for some monstrous fate, Shall fall like thunder on my wretched state.
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Nay rather let him hayle me to my deth Then gaynst my will constraine me match my selfe. Dye thou vile wretch and liue Aspatia, now I hard thy father VVith wordes that still do tingle in mine , him heyre to Alexandria, Tis time or me to stirre when such young boyes, Shal haue their weake neckes ouer poisd with crownes VVhich must become resolued champions, That for a crownes exchange will sel their soules, He kils hi. Wicked Count Hermes for this monsterous , Aegypt will hate thee. and thou sure must dye, Then hye thee to the hils beyond the Aipes, Flye tovnknowne and vnfrequented climes, Some des ert place that neuer sawe the sunne, For if the king or any of his friendes, Shall finde Count Hermes thou art surely dead. Ile flye no more then doth a setled rocke, No more then mountaines or the steadfast powles, But come sweete loue if thou wilt come with me, We two will liue amongst the shadowy groues, And we will sit like shepherdes on a hill, And with our heauenly voyces tice the trees, To eccho sweetely to our tunes. Fls will I angle in the running brookes, Seasoning our toyles with kisse, on the bankes, Sometime Ile diue into the murmerrng springes, And fetch thee stones to hang about thy necke, VVhich by thy splendor will be turnd to pearle, Say fayre Aspasia wilt thou walke with me. No bloody Count but I will cleare my selfe, And tell thy murders to the amased court. Nay if thou wilt not chuse you peeuish girle Thou canst not say but thou wert offered fayre, But here mst end Count strange disguise, My veluet gowne my pistoll and this patch, No more must hide me in the countes attire, Now will I turne my gowne to Vsurers Cotes, And thus appeare vnto the worlde no more, arewell Aspasia. Goe wretched villayne hide thy hated head, VVhere neuer heauens light may shine on thee, VVhose there, Come forth for here is murder done, Murder Murder of good prince Doricles. VVho cals out murther Lady was it you. As I was walking in the pleasant weedes, VVith Doricles the young Archadian prince, rusht in Count Hermes and in desperate wordes, Hath slayne this prince. A balefull deede pursue the murderer, And tell the King of this foule accident Oh tell no more in stead of teares, M beating hart dissolues in droppes of blood, And from mine eyes that stares vpon this corse. Leapes out my soule and on it I will die, Oh Doricles oh deare Arca prince, The bulwarke and supporter of my life. That by decree of fates was promised, To adde foure neighbour kingdomes to my crowne, And shield me rom a most abhorred death, Now shall my kingdome leaue me with my life, And sodainly looke for some monsterous fate, Shall fall like thunder on my wretched state.