The Love of King David and Fair Bathsheba · chunk 30 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 0.69 · 488 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T5: god, christ, david, sin, holy, israel, lord, mercy, sins, faith.
What? irks it David, that he victor breaths, That Iuda and the fields of Israel, Should cleanse their faces from their children's blood? What art thou weary of thy royal rule? Is Israel's throne a Serpent in thine eyes, And he that set thee there, so far from thanks, That thou must curse his servant for his sake? Hast thou not said, that as the morning light, The cloudless morning, so should be thine house, And not as flowers by the brightest rain, Which grows up quickly, and as quickly fades? Hast thou not said, the wicked are as thorns, That cannot be preserved with the hand, And that the man shall touch them, must be armed With coats of iron, and garments made of steel, Or with the shaft of a defenced spear? And art thou angry he is now cut off, That lead the guiltless swarming to their deaths, And was more wicked than an host of men? Advance thee from thy melancholy den, And deck thy body with thy blissful robes, Or by the Lord that sways the heaven, I swear, I'll lead thine armies to another King, Shall cheer them for their princely chivalry, And not sit daunted, frowning in the dark, When his fair looks, with Oil and Wine refreshed, Should dart into their bosoms gladsome beams, And fill their stomachs with triumphant feasts, That when elsewhere stern war shall sound his trump, And call another battle to the field, Fame still may bring thy valiant soldiers home, And for their service happily confess She wanted worthy trumps to sound their prowess, Take thou this course and live, refuse, and die. Come brother, let him sit there till he sink, Some other shall advance the name of Ioab. O stay my lords, stay, David mourns no more, But riseth to give honour to your acts. Then happy art thou David's fairest son, That freed from the yoke of earthly toils, And sequestered from sense of human sins; Thy soul shall joy the sacred cabinet Of those divine Ideas, that present Thy changed spirit with a heaven of bliss. Then thou art gone, ah thou art gone my son To heaven I hope my Absalon is gone, Thy soul there placed in honour of the Saints Or angels clad with immortality, Shall reap a sevenfold grace, for all thy griefs, Thy eyes now no more eyes but shining stars, Shall deck the flaming heavens with novel lamps, There shalt thou taste the drink of Seraphins, And cheer thy feelings with archangels food, Thy day of rest, thy holy Sabbath day Shall be eternal, and the curtain drawn, Thou shalt behold thy sovereign face to face, With wonder knit in triple unity, Unity infinite and innumerable, Courage brave captains, Ioabs tale hath stirred, And made the suit of Israel preferred. Bravely resolved and spoken like a King, Now may old Israel, and his daughters sing.
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What? irkes it Dauid, that he victor breaths, That Iuda and the fields of Israel, Should cleanse their faces from their childrens bloud? What art thou wearie of thy royall rule? Is Israels throne a Serpent in thine eyes, And he that set thee there, so farre from thankes, That thou must curse his seruant for his sake? Hast thou not said, that as the morning light, The cloudlesse morning, so should be thine house, And not as flowers by the brightest raine, Which growes vp quickly, and as quickly fades? Hast thou not said, the wicked are as thornes, That cannot be preserued with the hand, And that the man shall touch them, must be armd With coats of yron, and garments made of steele, Or with the shaft of a defenced speare? And art thou angrie he is now cut off, That lead the guiltlesse swarming to their deaths, And was more wicked then an host of men? Aduance thee from thy melancholy denne, And decke thy bodie with thy blisfull robes, Or by the Lord that swaies the heauen, I sweare, Ile lead thine armies to another King, Shall cheere them for their princely chiualrie, And not sit daunted, frowning in the darke, When his faire lookes, with Oyle and Wine refresht, Should dart into their bosomes gladsome beames, And fill their stomackes with triumphant feasts, That when elsewhere sterne warre shall sound his trumpe, And call another battaile to the field, Fame still may bring thy valiant souldiers home, And for their seruice happily confesse She wanted worthy trumpes to sound their prowesse, Take thou this course and liue, refuse, and die. Come brother, let him sit there till he sincke, Some other shall aduance the name of Ioab. O stay my lords, stay, Dauid mournes no more, But riseth to giue honour to your acts. Then happie art thou Dauids fairest sonne, That freed from the yoke of earthly toiles, And sequestred from sence of humane sinnes; Thy soule shall ioy the sacred cabinet Of those deuine Ideas, that present Thy changed spirit with a heauen of blisse. Then thou art gone, ah thou art gone my sonne To heauen I hope my Absalon is gone, Thy soule there plac'd in honour of the Saints Or angels clad with immortalitie, Shall reape a seuenfold grace, for all thy greefes, Thy eyes now no more eyes but shining stars, Shall decke the flaming heauens with nouell lampes, There shalt thou tast the drinke of Seraphins, And cheere thy feelings with archangels food, Thy day of rest, thy holy Sabboth day Shall be eternall, and the curtaine drawne, Thou shalt behold thy soueraigne face to face, With wonder knit in triple vnitie, Vnitie infinite and innumerable, Courage braue captaines, Ioab; tale hath stird, And made the suit of Israel preserd. Brauely resolud and spoken like a King, Now may old Israel, and his daughters sing.