The Love of King David and Fair Bathsheba · chunk 12 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.
Urias' wife sayest thou? The child is dead, then ceaseth David's shame, Fetch me to eat, and give me Wine to drink, Water to wash, and Oil to clear my looks, Bring down your shawms, your Cymbals, and your Pipes, Let David's Harp and Lute, his hand and voice, Give laud to him that loveth Israel, And sing his praise, that shendeth David's fame, That put away his sin from out his sight, And sent his shame into the streets of Gath, Bring ye to me the mother of the babe, That I may wipe the tears from off her face, And give her comfort with this hand of mine, And deck fair Bethsabe with ornaments, That she may bear to me another son, That may be loved of the Lord of hosts: For where he is, of force must David go, But never may he come where David is. Fair Bethsabe, sit thou, and sigh no more, And sing and play you servants of the King, Now sleepeth David's sorrow with the dead, And Bethsabe liveth to Israel. Now arms, and warlike engines for assault, Prepare at once ye men of Israel, Ye men of Iuda and Ierusalem, That Rabba may be taken by the King, lest it be called after Ioabs name, Nor David's glory shine in Zion streets, To Rabba marcheth David with his men To chastise Ammon and the wicked ones. Set up your mules, and give them well to ear, And let us meet our brothers at the feast, Accursed is the master of this feast, Dishonour of the house of Israel, His sister's slander, and his mother's shame. Shame be his share that could such ill contrive, To ravish Thamar, and without a pause To drive her shamefully from out his house, But may his wickedness find just reward. Therefore doth Absolon conspire with you, That Ammon die what time he sits to eat, For in the holy Temple have I sworn Wreak of his villainy in Thamar's rape. And here he comes, bespeak him gently all, Whose death is deeply graved in my heart. Our shearers are not far from hence I wot, And Ammon, to you all his brethren Giveth such welcome as our fathers erst Were want in Iuda and Ierusalem, But specially Lord Absolon to thee, The honour of thy house and progeny. Sit down and dine with me King David's son, Thou fair young men, whose hairs shine in mine eve Like golden wires of David's ivory Lute. Ammon, where be thy shearers and thy men, That we may power in plenty of thy vines, And eat thy goat's milk, and rejoice with thee. Here cometh Ammon's shearers and his men, Absolon sit and rejoice with me. Drink Absolon in praise of Israel, Welcome to Ammon's fields from David's court. Die with thy draft perish and die accursed, Dishonour to the honour of us all, Die for the villainy to Thamar done, Unworthy thou to be king's David's son.
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Vrias wife saiest thou? The child is dead, then ceaseth Dauids shame, Fetch me to eat, and giue me Wine to drinke, Water to wash, and Oyle to cleere my lookes, Bring downe your Shalmes, your Cymbals, and your Pipes, Let Dauids Harpe and Lute, his hand and voice, Giue laud to him that loueth Israel, And sing his praise, that shendeth Dauids fame, That put away his sinne from out his sight, And sent his shame into the streets of Gath, Bring ye to me the mother of the babe, That I may wipe the teares from off her face, And giue her comfort with this hand of mine, And decke faire Bersabe with ornaments, That she may beare to me another sonne, That may be loued of the Lord of hosts: For where he is, of force must Dauid goe, But neuer may he come where Dauid is. Faire Bersabe, sit thou, and sigh no more, And sing and play you seruants of the King, Now sleepeth Dauids sorrow with the dead, And Bersabe liueth to Israel. Now armes, and warlike engins for assault, Prepare at once ye men of Israel, Ye men of Iuda and Ierusalem, That Rabba may be taken by the King, Least it be called after Ioabs name, Nor Dauids glory shine in Syon streets, To Rabba marcheth Dauid with his men To chastise Ammon and the wicked ones. Set vp your mules, and giue them well to ear, And let vs meet our brothers at the feast, Accursed is the maister of this feast, Dishonour of the house of Israel, His sisters slander, and his mothers shame. Shame be his share that could such ill contriue, To rauish Thamar, and without a pause To driue her shamefully from out his house, But may his wickednesse find iust reward. Therefore doth Absolon conspire with you, That Ammon die what time he sits to eat, For in the holy Temple haue I sworne Wreake of his villany in Thamars rape. And here he comes, bespeake him gently all, Whose death is deepely graued in my heart. Our shearers are not far from hence I wot, And Ammon, to you all his brethren Giueth such welcome as our fathers erst Were wonr in Iuda and Ierusalem, But specially Lord Absolon to thee, The honour of thy house and progenie. Sit downe and dine with me King Dauids sonne, Thou faire young men, whose haires shine in mine eve Like golden wyers of Dauids yuorie Lute. Ammon, where be thy shearers and thy men, That we may powre in plenty of thy vines, And eat thy goats milke, and reioice with thee. Here commeth Ammons shearers and his men, Absolon sit and reioice with me. Drinke Absolon in praise of Israel, Welcome to Ammons fields from Dauids court. Die with thy draught perish and die accurst, Dishonour to the honour of vs all, Die for the villany to Thamar done, Vnworthy thou to be Kings Dauids sonne.