Yarington, Robert · published 1601 · first performed or written 1594 [1594-c.1598] (Annals) tragedy · Unknown unassigned nearest T40 Sin, guilt and violent loss within famil · 505 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T40: brother, death, life, die, heaven, sin, live, father, blood, soul.
Give me a Pen and Ink, first to subscribe, I write so ill through very feebleness, That I can scarcely know this hand for mine, But that you all can witness that it is. Give me the seal: I pray sir take it of, This you deliver for your latest Will, And do confirm it for your Testament. With all my heart: here brother keep my Will, And I refer me to the will of God, Praying him deal as well with you and yours, As you no doubt will deal with my poor child: Come my Pertillo, let me bless thee boy, And lay my half dead hand upon thy head, God grant those days that are cut off in me, With joy and peace may multiply in thee: Be slow to wrath, obey thy Uncle still, Submit thyself unto Gods holy will, In deed and word, see thou be ever true, So brother, child, and kinsfolks all adieu. Ah my dear mother, is my father dead? I my sweet Boy, his soul to heaven is fled, But I shall after him immediately, Then take my latest blessing ere I die, Come let me kiss thy little tender lips, Cold death hath ta'en possession of thy mother. Let me embrace thee in my dying arms, And pray the lord protect thee from all harms: Brother, I fear, this child when I am gone, Will have great cause of grief & hideous fear: You will protect him, but I prophecy, His share will be of woe and misery: But mother's fears do make these cares arise, Come boy and close thy mother's dying eyes. Brother and sister, here the latest words, That your dead sister leaves for memory: If you deal ill with this distressed boy, God will revenge poor orphans injuries, If you deal well, as I do hope you will, God will defend both you and yours from ill. Farewell, farewell, now let me breathe my last, Into his dearest mouth, that wanteth breath, And as we loved in life embrace in death; Peace conscience, peace, thou art too scrupulous, Gain doth attended this resolution, Hence dastard fear, I must, I can, I will, Kill my best friend to get a bag of gold: They shall die both, had they a thousand lives, And therefore I will place this hammer here, And take it as I follow Beech up stairs, That suddenly before he is aware, I may with blows dash out his hateful brains, Hoe Rachel, bring my cloak, look to the house, I will return again immediately. Here it is brother, I pray you stay not long, guess will come in, 'tis almost supper time. Let others sup, i'll make a bloodier feast, Then ever yet was dressed in Merry's house, Be like thyself, then have a merry heart, Thou shalt have gold to mend thy poverty, And after this, live ever wealthily. What neighbour Beech, so godly occupied? I master Merry it were better read, Then meditate on idle fantasies.
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Giue me a Pen and Inke, first to subscribe, I write so ill through very feeblenesse, That I can scarcely know this hand for mine, But that you all can witnesse that it is. Giue me the seale: I pray sir take it of, This you deliuer for your latest Will, And do confirme it for your Testament. With all my hart: here brother keepe my Will, And I referre me to the will of God, Praying him deale aswell with you and yours, As you no doubt will deale with my poore child: Come my Pertillo, let me blesse thee boy, And lay my halfe dead hand vpon thy head, God graunt those dayes that are cut off in me, With ioy and peace may multiply in thee: Be slowe to wrath, obey thy Vnckle still, Submit thy selfe vnto Gods holy will, In deede and word, see thou be euer true, So brother, childe, and kinsfolkes all adue. Ah my deere mother, is my father dead? I my sweete Boye, his soule to heauen is fled, But I shall after him immediatly, Then take my latest blessing ere I dye, Come let me kisse thy little tender lips, Cold death hath tane possession of thy mother. Let me imbrace thee in my dying armes, And pray the lord protect thee from al harmes: Brother, I feare, this childe when I am gone, Wil haue great cause of griefe & hideous feare: You will protect him, but I prophecie, His share will be of woe and misery: But mothers feares do make these cares arise, Come boye and close thy mothers dying eyes. Brother and sister, here the latest words, That your dead sister leaues for memory: If you deale ill with this distressed boye, God will reuenge poore orphants iniuries, If you deale well, as I do hope you will, God will defend both you and yours from ill. Farewell, farewell, now let me breath my last, Into his dearest mouth, that wanteth breath, And as we lou'd in life imbrace in death Peace conscience, peace, thou art too scripulous, Gaine doth attended this resolution, Hence dastard feare, I must, I can, I will, Kill my best friend to get a bag of gold: They shall dye both, had they a thousand liues, And therefore I will place this hammer here, And take it as I follow Beech vp staires, That suddenlie before he is aware, I may with blowes dash out his hatefull braines, Ho Rachell, bring my cloake, looke to the house, I will returne againe immediatly. Here it is brother, I pray you stay not long, Guesse will come in, 'tis almost supper time. Let others suppe, ile make a bloudier feast, Then euer yet was drest in Merryes house, Be like thy selfe, then haue a merrie hart, Thou shalt haue gold to mend thy pouertie, And after this, liue euer wealthilie. What neighbour Beech, so godly occupied? I maister Merry it were better reade, Then meditate on idle fantasies.