Yarington, Robert · published 1601 · first performed or written 1594 [1594-c.1598] (Annals) tragedy · Unknown T40 Sin, guilt and violent loss within famil typicality 0.86 · 496 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T40: brother, death, life, die, heaven, sin, live, father, blood, soul.
You speak the truth: there is a friend or two Of yours, making merry in my house, And would desire to have your company. Know you their names? No truly nor the men. I never stood to question them of that, But they desire your presence earnestly. I pray you tell them that I cannot come, 'tis supper time, and many will resort, For ware at this time, above all other times; 'tis Friday night beside, and Bartholmew eve, Therefore good neighbour make my just excuse. In truth they told me that you should not stay, Go but to drink, you may come quick again, But not and if my hand and hammer hold. I am unwilling, but I do not care, And if I go to see the company. Come quickly then, they think we stay too long. I'll cut a piece of Cheese to drink withal. I take the farewell of your cutting knife, Here is a hand shall help to cut your throat: And give myself a fairing from your chest: What are you ready will you go along? I now I am, boy look you tend the shop, If any ask, come for me to the Bull: I wonder who they are that ask for me. I know not that, you shall see presently, Go up those stairs, your friends do stay above, Here is that friend shall shake you by the head, And make you stagger ere he speak to you. Now you are safe, I would the boy were so, But wherefore wish I, for he shall not live, For if he do, I shall not live myself. Let's see what money he hath in his purse, Mass here's ten groats, here's something for my pain, But I must be rewarded better yet. Who was it Rachel that went up the stairs? It was my brother, and a little man Of black complexion, but I know him not. Why do you not then carry up a light, But suffer them to tarry in the dark. I had forgot, but I will bear one up. Do so I prithee, he will chide anon. Oh brother, brother, what have you done? Why murdered one that would have murdered me. The world doth know thy brother but resign'd, The lands and goods, until his son attained, To riper years to wield and govern them, Then openly thou canst not do him wrong, He living: there's the burden of the song. Call it a burden, for it seems so great And heavy burden, that the boy should live, And thrust me from this height of happiness: That I will not endure so heavy weight, But shake it off, and live at liberty, Free from the yoke of such subjection, The boy shall die, were he my father's son, Before I'll part with my possession. I'll call my son, and ask his good advice, How I may best dispatch this serious cause: Hoe sir Allenso?
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You speake the trueth: there is a friend or two Of yours, making merry in my house, And would desire to haue your company. Know you their names? No truely nor the men. I neuer stoode to question them of that, But they desire your presence earnestlie. I pray you tell them that I cannot come, Tis supper time, and many will resort, For ware at this time, aboue all other times; Tis Friday night besides, and Bartholmew eue, Therefore good neighbour make my iust excuse. In trueth they told me that you should not stay, Goe but to drinke, you may come quick againe, But not and if my hand and hammer hold. I am vnwilling, but I do not care, And if I go to see te company. Come quickly then, they thinke we stay too long Ile cut a peece of Cheese to drinke withall. I take the farewell of your cutting knife, Here is a hand shall helpe to cut your throate: And giue my selfe a fairing from your chest: What are you ready wil you goe along? I now I am, boy looke you tend the shoppe, If any aske, come for me to the Bull: I wonder who they are that aske for me. I know not that, you shall see presentlie, Goe vp those staires, your friends do stay aboue, Here is that friend shall shake you by the head, And make you stagger ere he speake to you. Now you are safe, I would the boy were so, But wherefore wish I, for he shall not liue, For if he doe, I shall not liue my selfe. Lets see what mony he hath in his purse, Masse heres ten goates, heres something for my paine, But I must be rewarded better yet. Who was it Rachell that went vp the staires? It was my brother, and a little man Of black complexion, but I know him not. Why do you not then carry vp a light, But suffer them to tarry in the darke. I had forgot, but I will beare one vp. Do so I prethee, he will chide anon. Oh brother, brother, what haue you done? Why murtherd one that would haue murtherd me. The world doth know thy brother but resign'd, The lands and goods, vntill his sonne attain'de, To riper yeares to weld and gouerne them, Then openly thou canst not do him wrong, He liuing: there's the burthen of the song. Call it a burthen, for it seemes so great And heauie burthen, that the boy should liue, And thrust me from this height of happinesse: That I will not indure so heauie waight, But shake it off, and liue at libertie, Free from the yoake of such subiection, The boy shall dye, were he my fathers sonne, Before Ile part with my possession. Ile call my sonne, and aske his good aduice, How I may best dispatch this serious cause: Hoe sir Allens ?