Renaissance Drama — Topics · seed 42

Alphonsus, King of Aragon · chunk 19 of 22

Greene, Robert · published 1599 · first performed or written 1587 [1587-1588] (Annals)
romance · Queen Elizabeth's Men (?)
unassigned nearest T1 Death, grief and revenge · 497 words

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Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T1: death, life, dead, die, blood, revenge, soul, father, heart, heaven.

I'll rather die then ever that shall hap. And thou shalt die unless it come to pass. Nay Amurack this is no time to jar, Although thy wife did in her frantic mood Use speeches which might better have been spared, Yet do thou not judge the same time to be A season to requite that injury: More fitteth thee with all the wit thou hast, To call to mind which way thou mayst release thyself, thy wife, and fair Iphigina, Forth of the power of stout Alphonsus hands. For well I wot, since first you breathed breath, You never were so nigh the snares of death. Now Amurack, your high and kingly seat, Your royal sceptre, and your stately Crown, Your mighty Country, and your men at arms, Be conquered all, and can no succour bring. Put then no trust in these same paltry toys: But call to mind that thou a prisoner art: Clapped up in chains, whose life and deaths depends Upon the hands of thy most mortal foe. Then take thou heed that what some ere he say, Thou dost not once presume for to gainsay. Away you fool, think you your cursed-charms Can bridle so the mind of Amurack, As that he will stand croaching to his foe? No no, be sure that if that beggars brat Do dare but once to contrary my will, I'll make him soon in heart for to repent, That ere such words 'gainst Amurack he spent. Then since thou dost disdain my good advise, Look to thyself, and if you fare amiss Remember that Medea counsel gave, Which might you safe from all those perils save. But Fausta you, as well you have begun, Beware you follow still your friends advise. If that Alphonsus do desire of thee To have your daughter for his wedded spouse, Beware you do not once the same gainsay: Unless with death he do your rashness pay. No worthy wight, first Fausta means to die, Before Alphonsus she will contrary. Why then farewell, but you Iphigina, Beware you do not oversqueamish wax, whenas your mother giveth her consent. The Gods forbid that ere I should gainsay That which Medea bids me to obey. Now Amurack the proud blasphemous dogs (For so you termed us) which did brawl and rail Against God Mars, and fickle Fortune's wheel, Have got the goal for all your solemn prayers: yourself are prisoner, which as then did think That all the forces of the triple world, Were insufficient to fulfil the same. How like you this? is Fortune of such might, Or hath God Mars such force or power divine, As that he can with all the power he hath, Set thee and thine forth of Alphonsus hands? I do not think but that your hopes so small, As that you would with very willing mind, Yield for my spouse the fair Iphigina, On that condition, that without delay, Fausta and you may scotfree scape away.
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PlayAlphonsus, King of Aragon
AuthorGreene, Robert
Publication year (edition)1599
First performance / composition (Annals)1587 [1587-1588]
First performance (BritDrama)1587 [1587-1589]
Company (BritDrama)Queen Elizabeth's Men (?)
Genre (British Drama)romance
Play typeAdult Professional;Professional
Edition / TCP / DEEPedition 357 · TCP A02091 · DEEP 275
Edition roleRepresentative edition — used in the analysis
Positionnodes 1158–1220 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 19 of 22 in this edition
Length497 words · 656 tokens
Topic (seed 42)unassigned by HDBSCAN · nearest topic T1 — Death, grief and revenge at 0.800
Other seedsseed 43: unassigned · seed 44: unassigned — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
Ile rather die then euer that shall hap. And thou shalt die vnles it come to pas. Nay Amurack this is no time to iarre, Although thy wife did in her franticke moode Vse speeches which might better haue bene sparde, Yet do thou not iudge the same time to be A season to requite that iniurie: More fitteth thee with all the wit thou hast, To call to mind which way thou maist release Thy selfe, thy wife, and faire Iphigina, Forth of the power of stout Alphonsus hands. For well I wot, since first you breathed breath, You neuer were so nie the snares of death. Now Amurack, our high and kingly seate, Your roall scepter, and your stately Crowne, Your mightie Countrey, and your men at armes, Be conquered all, and can no succour bring. Put then no trust in these same paltrie toyes: But call to mind that thou a prisoner art: Clapt vp in chaines, whose life and deaths depends Vpon the hands of thy most mortall foe. Then take thou heed that what some ere he say, Thou doest not once presume for to gainsay. Away you foole, thinke you your cursed-charmes Can bridle so the mind of Amuracke, As that he will stand croaching to his foe? No no, be sure that if that beggers brat Do dare but once to contrary my will, Ile make him soone in heart for to repent, That ere such words gainst Amuracke he spent. Then since thou dost disdaine my good aduise, Looke to thy selfe, and if you fare amis Remember that Medea counsell gaue, Which might you safe from all those perils saue. But Fausta you, as well you haue begun, Beware you follow still your friends aduise. If that Alphonsus do desire of thee To haue your daughter for his wedded spowse, Beware you do not once the same gainsay: Vnles with death he do your rashnes pay. No worthie wight, first Fausta means to die, Before Alphonsus she will contrarie. Why then farwell, but you Iphigina, Beware you do not ouersqueamish wax, When as your mother giueth her consent. The Gods forbid that ere I should gainsay That which Medea bids me to obay. Now Amurack the proud blasphemous dogs (For so ou termed vs) which did brall and raile Against God Mars, and fickle Fortunes wheele, Haue got the gole for all your solemne praiers: Your selfe are prisoner, which as then did thinke That all the forces of the triple world, Were insufficient to fulfill the same. How like you this? is Fortune of such might, Or hath God Mars such force or power diuine, As that he can with all the power he hath, Set thee and thine forth of Alphonsus hands? I do not thinke but that your hopes so small, As that you would with verie willing mind, Yeeld for my spowse the faire Iphigina, On that condition, that without delay, Fausta and you may scotfree scape away.