The Love of King David and Fair Bathsheba · chunk 4 of 30
Peele, George · published 1599 · first performed or written 1594 [1593-1594] (Annals) biblical play; history · Queen Elizabeth's Men (?) T5 Christian faith, sin and salvation typicality 0.63 · 451 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T5: god, christ, david, sin, holy, israel, lord, mercy, sins, faith.
Hanon, thy father Nahas gave relief To holy David in his hapless exile, Lived his fixed date, and died in peace: But thou instead of reaping his reward, Hast trod it underfoot, and scorned our King, Therefore thy days shall end with violence, And to our swords thy vital blood shall cleave. Hence thou that bear'st poor Israel's shepherd's hook, The proud lieutenant of that base borne King, And keep within the compass of his fold, For if ye seek to feed on Ammon's fruits, And stray into the Syrians fruitful Medes, The mastiffs of our land, shall weary ye, And pull the weasels from your greedy throats. Who can endure these Pagans blasphemies, My soul repines at this disparagement. Assault ye valiant men of David's host, And beat these railing dastards from their doors. Thus have we won the Tower, which we will keep, Maugre the sons of Ammon, and of Syria. Where is lord Ioab leader of the host? Here is lord Ioab, leader of the host. Cusay come up, for we have won the hold. In happy hour then is Cusay come. What news then brings lord Cusay from the king. His majesty commands thee out of hand To send him home Urias from the wars, For matter of some service he should do. 'tis for no choler hath surprised the King, (I hope lord Cusay) 'gainst his servants truth. No rather to prefer Urias' truth. Here take him with thee then, and go in peace, And tell my lord the King that I have fought Against the city Rabath with success, And scaled where the royal palace is, The conduit heads and all their sweetest springs, Then let him come in person to these walls, With all the soldiers he can bring beside, And take the city as his own exploit, lest I surprise it, and the people give The glory of the conquest to my name. We will Lord Ioab, and great Israel's God Bless in thy hands the battles of our King. Farewell Urias, hast away the King. As sure as Ioab breathes a victor here, Urias will haste him, and his own return. Let us descend, and open the palace gate, Taking our soldiers in to keep the hold. Let us Abisay, and ye sons of Iuda, Be valiant, and maintain your victory. What means my lord, the king's beloved son, That wears upon his right triumphant arm, The power of Israel for a royal favour, That holds upon the Tables of his hands, Banquets of honour, and all thoughts content To suffer pale and grisly abstinence To sit and feed upon his fainting cheeks, And suck away the blood that cheers his looks.
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Hanon, thy father Nahas gaue releefe To holy Dauid in his haplesse exile, Liued his fixed date, and died in peace: But thou in steed of reaping his reward, Hast trod it vnderfoot, and scornd our King, Therefore thy daies shall end with violence, And to our swords thy vitall bloud shall cleaue. Hence thou that bearst poor Israels shepherds hook, The prowd lieutenant of that base borne King, And kep within the compasse of his fold, For if ye seeke to feed on Ammons fruits, And stray into the Syrians fruitfull Medes, The mastiues of our land, shall werry ye, And pull the weesels from your greedy throtes. Who can indure these Pagans blasphemies, My soule repines at this disparagement. Assault ye valiant men of Dauids host, And beat these railing dastards from their dores. Thus haue we won the Tower, which we will keepe, Maugre the sonnes of Ammon, and of Syria. Where is lord Ioab leader of the host? Here is lord Ioab, leader of the host. Cusay come vp, for we haue won the hold. In happie hower then is Cusay come. What news then brings lord Cusay from the king. His maiestie commands thee out of hand To send him home Vrias from the wars, For matter of some seruice he should doe. Tis for no choler hath surpris'd the King, (I hope lord Cusay) gainst his seruants truth. No rather to prefer Vrias truth. Here take him with thee then, and goe in peace, And tell my lord the King that I haue fought Against the citie Rabath with successe, And skaled where the royall pallace is, The conduit heads and all their sweetest springs, Then let him come in person to these wals, With all the souldiers he can bring besides, And take the city as his owne exploit, Least I surprise it, and the people giue The glory of the conquest to my name. We will Lord Ioab, and great Israels God Blesse in thy hands the battels of our King. Earewell Vrias, hast away the King. As sure as Ioab breaths a victor here, Vrias will hast him, and his owne returne. Let vs descend, and ope the pallace gate, Taking our souldiors in to keepe the hold. Let vs Abisay, and ye sonnes of Iuda, Be valiant, and mainteine your victory. What meanes my lord, the Kings beloued son▪ That weares vpon his right triumphant arme, The power of Israel for a royall fauor, That holds vpon the Tables of his hands, Banquets of honor, and all thoughts content To suffer pale and grisely abstinence To sit and feed vpon his fainting cheekes, And sucke away the bloud that cheeres his lookes.