The Love of King David and Fair Bathsheba · chunk 9 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 0.70 · 501 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T5: god, christ, david, sin, holy, israel, lord, mercy, sins, faith.
Ill may he thrive or live in Israel, That loves not David, or denies his charge. Urias, Here is to Abisay's health, lord Ioabs brother, & thy loving friend. I pledge lord Absolon and Abisay's health. Here now Urias, to the health of Ioab, And to the pleasant journey we shall have, When we return to mighty Rabath siege. Cusay I pledge thee all, with all my heart, Give me some drink ye servants of the king, Give me my drink. Well done my good Urias, drink thy fill, That in thy fullness David may rejoice. I will my lord. Now lord Urias, one carouse to me. No sir, I'll drink to the King, Your father is a better man than you. Do so Urias, I will pledge thee straight. I will indeed my lord and sovereign, I once in my days be so bold. Fill him his glass. Fill me my glass. Quickly I say. Quickly I say. Here my lord, by your favour now I drink to you. I pledge thee good Urias presently. Here then Urias, once again for me, And to the health of David's children. David's children? I David's children, wilt thou pledge me man? Pledge me man. Pledge me I say, or else thou lovest us not. What do you talk, do you talk? I'll no more, I'll lie down here. Rather Urias go thou home and sleep. O ho sir, would you make me break my sentence. Home sir, no indeed sir? I'll sleep upon mine arm, Like a soldier, sleep like a man as long as I live in Israel. If nought will serve to save his wives renown, I'll send him with a letter unto Ioab To put him in the forefront of the wars, That so my purposes may take effect. Help him in sirs. Come rise Urias, get thee in and sleep. I will not go home sir, that's flat. Then come and rest thee upon David's bed. On afore my lords, on afore. O proud revolt of a presumptuous man, Laying his bridle in the neck of sin, Ready to bear him past his grave to hell, Like as the fatal Raven, that in his voice Carries the dreadful summons of our deaths, Flies by the fair Arabian spiceries, Her pleasant gardens, and delightsome parks, Seeming to curse them with his hoarse exclaims, And yet doth stoop with hungry violence Upon a piece of hateful carrion: So wretched man, displeased with those delights, Would yield a quickening savour to his Soul, Pursues with eager and unstaunched thirst, The greedy longings of his loathsome flesh, If holy David so shook hands with sin, What shall our baser spirits glory in. This kingly giving lust her reign, Pursues the sequel with a greater ill. Urias in the forefront of the wars, Is murdered by the hateful Heathens sword, And David joys his too dear Bethsabe, Suppose this past, and that the child is borne, Whose death the Prophet solemnly doth mourn.
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Ill may he thriue or liue in Israel, That loues not Dauid, or denies his charge. Vrias, Here is to Abisais health, lord Ioabs brother, & thy louing friend. I pledge lord Absolon and Abisais health. Here now Vrias, to the health of Ioab, And to the pleasant iourny we shall haue, When we returne to mightie Rabath siege. Cusay I pledge thee all, with all my heart, Giue me some drinke ye seruants of the king, Giue me my drinke. Well done my good Vrias, drinke thy fill, That in thy fulnesse Dauid may reioice. I will my lord. Now lord Vrias, one carouse to me. No sir, Ile drinke to the King, Your father is a better man then you. Doe so Vrias, I will pledge thee straight. I will indeed my lord and souereine, I once in my daies be so bold. Fill him his glasse. Fill me my glasse. Quickly I say. Quickly I say. Here my lord, by your fauour now I drinke to you. I pledge thee good Vrias presently. Here then Vrias, once againe for me, And to the health of Dauids children. Dauids children? I Dauids children, wilt thou pledge me man? Pledge me man. Pledge me I say, or else thou louest vs not. What doe you talke, doe you talke? Ile no more, Ile lie downe here. Rather Vrias goe thou home and sleepe. O ho sir, would you make me break my sentence. Home sir, no indeed sir? Ile sleepe vpon mine arme, Like a souldiour, sleepe like a man as long as I liue in Israel. If nought will serue to saue his wiues renowne, Ile send him with a letter vnto Ioab To put him in the forefront of the wars, That so my purposes may take effect. Helpe him in sirs. Come rise Vrias, get thee in and sleepe. I will not goe home sir, thats flat. Then come and rest thee vpon Dauids bed. On afore my lords, on afore. O prowd reuolt of a presumptious man, Laying his bridle in the necke of sin, Ready to beare him past his graue to hell, Like as the fatall Rauen, that in his voice Carries the dreadfull summons of our deaths, Flies by the faire Arabian spiceries, Her pleasant gardens, and delightsome parkes, Seeming to curse them with his hoarse exclaimes, And yet doth stoope with hungrie violence Vpon a peece of hatefull carrion: So wretched man, displeasd with those delights, Would yeeld a quickning sauor to his Soule, Pursues with eagre and vnstanched thirst, The greedie longings of his lothsome flesh, If holy Dauid so shoke hands with sinne, What shall our baser spirits glorie in. This kingly giuing lust her raigne, Pursues the sequell with a greater ill. Vrias in the forefront of the wars, Is murthered by the hateful Heathens sword, And Dauid ioies his too deere Bethsabe, Suppose this past, and that the child is borne, Whose death the Prophet solemnly doth mourne.