Greene, Robert · published 1599 · first performed or written 1587 [1587-1588] (Annals) romance · Queen Elizabeth's Men (?) unassigned nearest T51 Parents and children: blessing, birthrig · 520 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T51: esau, iacob, father, son, isaac, god, love, birthright, parents, thing.
Although dear father I have often vowed near to unfold the secrets of my heart To any man or woman, who some ere Dwells underneath the circle of the sky: Yet do your words so conjure me dear sire, That needs I must fulfil that you require. Then so it is, amongst the famous tales Which you rehearsed done by our sires in war, whenas you came unto your father's days, With sobbing notes, with sighs & blubbering tears, And much ado, at length you thus began. Next to Alphonsus should my father come, For to possess the Diadem by right Of Aragon, but that the wicked wretch His younger brother, with aspiring mind, By secret treason robbed him of his life, And me his son, of that which was my due. These words my sire, did so torment my mind, As had I been with Ixion in hell, The ravening bird could never plague me worse: For ever since my mind hath troubled been Which way I might revenge this traitorous fact, And that recover which is ours by right. Ah my Alphònsus never think on that, In vain it is to strive against the stream, The Crown is lost, and now in huckster's hands, And all our hope is cast into the dust: Bridle these thoughts, and learn the same of me, A quiet life doth pass an Empery. Yet noble father, ere Carinus brood Shall brook his foe for to usurp his seat, he'll die the death with honour in the field, And so his life and sorrows briefly end. But did I know my froward fate were such, A I should faile in this my iust attempt: This sword dear father should the Author be, To make an end of this my Tragedy. Therefore sweet sire, remain you here a while, And let me walke my Fortune for to te: I do not doubt but ere the time be long, I'll quite his cost, or else myself will die. My noble son, since that thy mind is such For to revenge thy father's foul abuse, As that my words may not a whit prevail To stay thy journey, go with happy fate, And soon return unto thy father's Cell, With such a train as Iulius Caesar came To noble Rome, whenas he had achieved The mighty Monarch of the triple world, Mean time Carinus in this silly grove, Will spend his days with prayer and horizons, To mighty Ioue, to further thine intent: Farewell dear son Alphonsus fare you well. And is he gone? then high Alphonsus hie, To try thy fortune where thy fates do call: A noble mind disdains to hide his head, And let his foes triumph in his overthrow. What loitering follow have we spied here? Presume not villain further her for to go, Unless you do at length the same repent. Villain sayst thou, nay villain in thy throat: What know'st thou skipnick whom thou villain call'st? A common vassal I do villain call. That shalt thou soon approve persuade thyself, Or else I'll die, or thou shalt die for me.
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Although deare father I haue often vowde Nere to vnfold the secrets of my heart To any man or woman, who some ere Dwels vnderneath the circle of the kie: Yet do your words so coniure me deare sire, That needs I must fulfil that you require. Then so it is, amongst the famous tales Which you rehearst done by our sires in warre, When as you came vnto your fathers daies, With sobbing notes, with sighs & blubbring teares, And much ado, at length you thus began. Next to Alphonsus should my father come, For to possesse the Diadem by right Of Aragon, but that the wicked wretch His yonger brother, with aspiring mind, By secret treason robd him of his life, And me his sonne, of that which was my due. These words my sire, did so torment my mind, As had I bene with Ixion in hell, The rauening bird could neuer plague me worse: For euer since my mind hath troubled bene Which way I might reuenge this traiterous fact, And that recouer which is ours by right. Ah my Alphònsus neuer thinke on that, In vaine it is to sttiue against the streame, The Crowne is lost, and now in hucksters hands, And all our hope is cast to the dust: Bridle these thoughts, and learne the same of me, A quiet life doth passe an Emperie. Yet noble father, ere Carinus brood Shall brooke his foe for to vsu his seate, Heele die the death with honour in the field, And so his life and sorrowes briefly end. But did I know my froward fate were such, A I should faile in this my iust attempt: This sword deare father should the Author be, To make an end of this my Tragedie. Therefore sweet sire, remaine you here a while, And let me walke my Fortune for to te: I do not doubt but ere the time be long, Ile quite his cost, or else my selfe will die. My noble sonne, since that thy mind is such For to reuenge thy fathers foule abuse, As that my words may not a whit preuaile To stay thy iourney, go with happie fate, And soone returne vnto thy fathers Cell, With such a tne as Iulius Car came To noble Rome, when as he had atchiu'd The mightie Monarch of the triple wold, Meane time Carinus in this sillie groue Will spend his daies with praier and horizons, To mightie Ioue, to further thine intent: Farewell deare sonne Alphonsu fare you well. And is he gone? then hie Alphonsus hie, To trie thy fortune where thy fates do call: A noble mind disdaines to hide his head, And let his foes triumph in his ouerthrow. What loytring follow haue we spied here? Presume not villne her for to go, Vnles you do at length the same pent. Villain sait thou, nay vilain in thy throat: What knowst ou skipck whom thou vilain calst? A common vassall I villaine call. That shalt thou soone approoue perswade thy self, Or else ile die, or thou shalt die for me.