Greene, Robert · published 1599 · first performed or written 1587 [1587-1588] (Annals) romance · Queen Elizabeth's Men (?) unassigned nearest T1 Death, grief and revenge · 500 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T1: death, life, dead, die, blood, revenge, soul, father, heart, heaven.
What thinkst thou villain that high Amurack Bears such a mind, as for the fear of death, he'll yield his daughter, yea his only joy, Into the hands of such a dunghill Knight? No traitor no, for as now I lie Clapped up in Irons, and with bolts of steel: Yet do there lurk within the Turkish soil, Such troops of soldiers, that with small ado, they'll set me scotfree from your men and you. Villain sayest thou, traitor & dunghill knight, Now by the heavens, since that thou dost deny, For to fulfil that which in gentle wise Alphonsus craves, both thou and all thy train Shall with your lives requite that injury. Albinius lay hold of Amurack, And carry him to prison presently, There to remain until I do return Into my tent, for by high Ioue I vow, Unless he wax more calmer out of hand, His head amongst his fellow Kings shall stand. No villain, think not that the fear of death Shall make me calmer while I draw my breath. Now Laelius, take you Iphigina, Her mother Fausta, with these other Kings, And put them into prisons severally: For Amurack's stout stomach shall undo, Both he himself and all his other crew. Oh sacred Prince, if that the salt-brine tears, Distilling down poor Fausta's withered cheeks, What near a word Alphonsus, art thou dumb? doth my presence so perturb thy mind, That for because I come in Pilgrim's weed, You think each word which you do spend to me A great disgrace unto your name to be? Why speakest thou not? if that my place you crave, I will be gone and you my place shall have. Nay father stay, the Gods of heaven forbid, That ere Alphonsus should desire or wish To have his absence whom he doth account To be the Loadstone of his life. What though the fates and fortune both in one, Have been content to call your loving son, From beggars state, unto this princely seat, Should I therefore disdain my aged sire? No first both Crown and life I will detest, Before such venom breed within my breast. What erst I did, the sudden joy I took, To see Carinus in such happy state, Did make me do, and nothing else at all, High Ioue himself do I to witness call. These words are vain, I knew as much before: But yet Alphonsus I must wonder needs, That you whose years are prove to Cupid's snares, Can suffer such a goddess as this dame, Thus for to shed such store of Crystal tears. Believe me son, although my years be spent, Her sighs and sobs in twain my heart do rent. Like power dear father had she over me, Until for love, I looking to receive Love back again, not only was denied, But also taunted in most spiteful sort: Which made me loath that which I erst did love, As she herself, with all her friends shall prove.
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What thinkst thou vilain that high Amurack Beares such a minde, as for the feare of death, Heele yeeld his daughter, yea his onely ioy, Into the hands of such a dunghill Knight? No traytor no, for as now I lie Clapt vp in Irons, and with bolts of steele: Yet do there lurke within the Turkish soyle, Such troupes of souldiers, that with small ado, Theile set me scotfree from your men and you. Villain sayest thou, traitor & dunghil knight, Now by the heauens, since that thou dost denie, For to fulfill that which in gentle wise Alphonsus craues, both thou and all thy traine Shall with your liues requite that iniurie. Albinius lay holde of Amuracke, And carrie him to prison presently, There to remaine vntill I do returne Into my tent, for by high Ioue I vowe, Vnles he waxe more calmer out of hand, His head amongst his fellow Kings shall stand. No villaine, thinke not that the feare of death Shall make me calmer while I draw my breath. Now Laelius, take you Iphigina, Her mother Fausta, with these other Kings, And put them into prisons seuerally: For Amuracks stout stomacke shall vndo, Both he himselfe and all his other crew. Oh sacred Prince, if that the salt-brine teares, Distilling downe poore Faustas withered cheekes, What nere a word Alphonsus, art thou dumb? O dth my presence so perturbe thy minde, That for because I come in Pilgrims weed, You thinke each word which you do spend to me A great disgrace vnto your name to be? Why speakest thou not? if that my place you craue, I will be gone and you my place shall haue. Nay father stay, the Gods of heauen forbid, That ere Alphonsus should desire or wish To haue his absence whom he doth account To be the Loadstone of his life. What though the fates and fortune both in one, Haue bene content to call your louing sonne, From beggers state, vnto this princely seate, Should I therefore disdaine my aged sire? No first both Crowne and life I will detest, Before such venome breed within my brest. What erst I did, the sudden ioy I tooke, To see Carinus in such happie state, Did make me do, and nothing else at all, High Ioue himselfe do I to witnes call. These words are vaine, I knew as much before: But yet Alphonsus I must wonder needs, That you whose yeares are proue to Cupids snares, Can suffer such a Goddes as this dame, Thus for to shead such store of Christall teares. Beleeue me sonne, although my yeares be spent, Her sighes and sobs in twaine my heart do rent. Like power deare father had she ouer me, Vntill for loue, I looking to receiue Loue backe againe, not onely was denied, But also taunted in most spightfull sort: Which made me loathe that which I erst did loue, As she her selfe, with all her friends shall proue.