Greene, Robert · published 1599 · first performed or written 1587 [1587-1588] (Annals) romance · Queen Elizabeth's Men (?) unassigned nearest T1 Death, grief and revenge · 545 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T1: death, life, dead, die, blood, revenge, soul, father, heart, heaven.
What do I dream, or do my dazzling eyes Deceive me? Is't Alphonsus that I see? Doth now Medea use her wonted charms For to delude Albinius' fantasy? Or doth black Pluto king of dark Avern, Seek to flout me with his counterfeit? His body like to Alphonsus framed is: His face resembles much Alphonsus hew: His noble mind declares him for no les. 'tis he indeed, woe worth Albinius, Whose babbling tongue hath caused his own annoy. Why doth not Ioue send from the glittering skies His Thunder bolts to chastise this offence? Why doth dame Terra cease with greedy jaws To swallow up Albinius presently? What shall I fly and hide my traitorous head, From stout Alphonsus whom I so misused? Or shall I yield Tush yielding is in vain: Nor can I fly, but he will follow me. Then cast thyself down at his grace's feet, Confess thy fault, and ready make thy breast, To entertain thy well deserved death. What news my friend? why are you so blank That erst before did vaunt it to the skies? Pardon dear Lord, Albinius pardon craves For this offence, which by the heaven I vow, Unwittingly I did unto your grace. For had I known Alphonsus had been here, Ere that my tongue had spoke so traitorously, This hand should make my very soul to die. Rise up my friend, thy pardon soon is got But prithee tell me what the cause might be; That in such sort thou erst Have compassed the circle of the sky, I'll clog their tongues, since nothing else will serve To keep those wild and threatening speeches in. Farewell Belinus, look thou to thyself: Alphonsus means to have thy Crown ere night. What is he gone, the devil break his neck, The fiends of hell torment his traitorous corpses: Is this the quittance of Belinus' grace, Which he did show unto that thankless wretch? That runagate, that rachel, yea that thief, For well I wot he hath robbed me of a Crown. If ever he had sprung from gentle blood, He would not thus misuse his favourer. That runagate, that rachel, yea that thief? Stay their sir King, your mouth runs over much, It ill becomes the subject for to use Such traitorous terms against his sovereign. Know thou Belinus, that Carinus' son, Is neither rachel nor runagate, But be thou sure, that ere the darksome night Do drive God Phoebus to his Thetis lap, Both thou and all the rest of this thy train, Shall well repent the words which you have sane. What traitorous villain dost thou threaten me? Lay hold on him, and see he do not scape, I'll teach the slave to know to whom he speaks. To thee I speak, and to thy fellows all: And though as now you have me in your power, Yet doubt I not but that in little space, These eyes shall see thy treason recompensed: And then I mean to vaunt of our victory. Nay proud Albinius, never build on that, For though the Gods do chance for to appoint Alphonsus victor of Belinus land, Yet shalt thou never live to see that day, And therefore Fabius stand not lingering, But presently slash off his traitorous head.
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What do I dreame, or do my dazeling eies Deceiue me? Ist Alphosus that I see? Doth now Medea vse her wonted charmes For to delude Albinius fantasie? Or doth black Pluto king of darke Auerne, Seeke to flout m with his courfait? His bodie like to Alphonsus framed is: His face resembles much Alphonsus hewe: His noble mind declares him for no les. Tis he indeed, wo worth Albinius, Whose babling tong hath causde his owne annoy. Why doth not Ioue send from the glittring skies His Thunder bolts to chastice this offence? Why doth dame Terra cease with greedie iawes To swallow vp Albinius presently? What ll I flie and hide my trayterous head, From out Alphonsus whom I so misusde? Or shall I eld Tush yeelding is in vaine: Nor can I flie, but he will follow me. Then ast thy selfe downe at his graces seete, Confesse thy fault, and readie make thy brest, To entertaine thy well deued death. What newes my friend? why are you so blanke That earst before did vau it to the skies? Pardon deare Lord, Albinius pardon craues For this offence, which by the heaue I vowe, Vnwittingly I did vnto your grace. For had I knowne Alphonsus had bene here, Ere that my tongue had spoke so trayterously, This hand should make my very uie to ie. Rise vp my fend, thy pardon soon is go But prithi ll me what the auie might be That in such st thou est m? Haue compassed the circle of the skie, Ile clog their toongs, since nothing else will serue To keep those vilde and threatning speeches in. Farwell Belinus, loke thou to thy selfe: Alphonsus meanes to haue thy Crowne ere night. What is he gone, the diuel break his necke, The fiends of hell torment his traiterous corpes: Is this the quittance of Belinus grace, Which he did shewe vnto that thankles wrech? That runnagate, that rachell, yea that theefe, For well I wot he hath robd me of a Crowne. If euer he had sprung from gentle blood, He would not thus misuse his fauourer. That nnag, that rachel, yea that theef? Stay their sir King, your mouth runnes ouer much, It ill becomes the subiect for to vse Such trayterous termes against his soueraigne. Know thou Belinus, that Carinus sonne, Is neither rachel nor runnagate, But be thou sure, that ere the darksome night Do driue God Phaebus to his Thetis lap, Both thou and all the rest of this thy traine, Shall well repent the words which you haue saine. What traiterous villain dost thou threaten me? Lay hold on him, and see he do not scape, Ile teach the slaue to know to whom he speakes. To thee I speake, and to thy fellowes all: And though as now you haue me in your power, Yet doubt I not but that in litle space, These eyes shall see thy treason recompenst: And then I meane to vaunt of our victorie. Nay proud Albinius, neuer build on that, For though the Gods do chance for to appoyn Alphonsus victor of Belinus land, Yet shalt thou neuer liue to see that day, And therefore Fabius stand not lingring, But presently slash off his trayterous head.