The Love of King David and Fair Bathsheba · chunk 7 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 0.71 · 500 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T5: god, christ, david, sin, holy, israel, lord, mercy, sins, faith.
Hath Ammon brought this evil on my house, And suffered sin to smite his father's bones, Smite David deadlier than the voice of heaven, And let hates fire be kindled in thy heart, Frame in the arches of thy angry brows, Making thy forehead like a comet shine, To force false Ammon tremble at thy looks, Sin with his sevenfold crown and purple rob, Begins his triumphs in my guilty throne, There sits he watching with his hundred eyes, Our idle minutes, and our wanton thoughts, And with his baits made of our frail desires, Gives us the hook that hales our souls to hell: But with the spirit of my kingdoms God, I'll thrust the flattering Tyrant from his throne, And scourge his bondslaves from my hallowed court With rods of iron, and thorns of sharpened steel: Then Absolon revenge not thou this sin, Leave it to me, and I will chasten him. I am content, then grant my lord the king Himself with all his other lords would come Up to my sheep feast on the plain of Hazor. Nay my fair son, myself with all my lords Will bring thee too much charge, yet some shall go. But let my lord the king himself take pains, The time of year is pleasant for your grace, And gladsome Summer in her shady robes, Crowned with Roses and with planted flowers, With all her nymphs shall entertain my lord, That from the thicket of my verdant groves, Will sprinkle honey dews about his breast, And cast sweet balm upon his kingly head, Then grant thy servants boon, and go my lord. Let it content my sweet son Absolon, That I may stay and take my other lords. But shall thy best beloved Ammon go? What needeth it that Ammon go with thee. Yet do thy son and servant so much grace. Ammon shall go, and all my other lords, Because I will give grace to Absolon. Pleaseth my lord the king, his servant Ioab Hath sent Urias from the Syrian wars. Welcome Urias from the Syrian wars, Welcome to David as his dearest lord. Thanks be to Israel's God, and David's grace, Urias finds such greeting with the king. No other greeting shall Urias find, As long as David's sways the elected seat, And consecrated throne of Israel. Tell me Urias of my servant Ioab, Fights he with truth the battles of our God, And for the honour of the Lords anointed? Thy servant Ioab fights the chosen wars With truth, with honour, and with high success, And 'gainst the wicked King of Ammon's sons, Hath by the finger of our sovereign's God, Besieged the city Rabath, and achieved The court of waters, where the conduits run, And all the Ammonites delight some springs: Therefore he wisheth David's mightiness Should number out the host of Israel, And come in person to the city Rabath, That so her conquest may be made the kings, And Ioab fight as his inferior.
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Hath Ammon brought this euill on my house, And suffered sinne to smite his fathers bones, Smite Dauid deadlier then the voice of heauen, And let hates fire be kindled in thy heart, Frame in the arches of thy angrie browes, Making thy forehead like a comet shine, To force false Ammon tremble at thy lookes, Sin with his seuenfold crowne and purple robe, Begins his triumphs in my guiltie throne, There sits he watching with his hundred eyes, Our idle minuts, and our wanton thoughts, And with his baits made of our fraile desires, Giues vs the hooke that hales our soules to hell: But with the spirit of my kingdomes God, Ile thrust the flattering Tyran from his throne, And scourge his bondslaues from my hallowed court With rods of yron, and thornes of sharpened steele: Then Absolon reuenge not thou this sin, Leaue it to me, and I will chasten him. I am content, then graunt my lord the king Himselfe with all his other lords would come Vp to my sheepe feast on the plaine of Hazor. Nay my faire sonne, my selfe with all my lords Will bring thee too much charge, yet some shall goe. But let my lord the king himselfe take paines, The time of yeare is pleasant for your grace, And gladsome Summer in her shadie robes, Crowned with Roses and with planted flowers, With all her nimphs shall enterteine my lord▪ That from the thicket of my verdant groues, Will sprinckle hony dewes about his brest, And cast sweet balme vpon his kingly head, Then grant thy seruants boone, and goe my lord. Let it content my sweet sonne Absolon, That I may stay and take my other lords. But shall thy best beloued Ammon goe? What needeth it that Ammon goe with thee. Yet doe thy sonne and seruant so much grace. Ammon shall goe, and all my other lords, Because I will giue grace to Absolon. Pleaseth my lord the king, his seruant Ioab Hath sent Vrias from the Syrian wars. Welcome Vrias from the Syrian wars, Welcome to Dauid as his deerest lord. Thankes be to Israels God, and Dauids grace, Vrias finds such greeting with the king. No other greeting shall Vrias find, As long as Dauids swaies the elected seat, And consecrated throne of Israel. Tell me Vrias of my seruant Ioab▪ Fights he with truth the battels of our God, And for the honor of the Lords annointed? Thy seruant Ioab fights the chosen wars With truth, with honour, and with high successe, And gainst the wicked King of Ammons sonnes, Hath by the finger of our souereines God, Besieg'd the citie Rabath, and atchieu'd The court of waters, where the conduits run, And all the delight springs: Therefore he wisheth Dauids mightinesse Should number out the host of Israel, And come in person to the citie Rabath, That so her conquest may be made the kings, And Ioab fight as his inferior.