Yarington, Robert · published 1601 · first performed or written 1594 [1594-c.1598] (Annals) tragedy · Unknown T40 Sin, guilt and violent loss within famil typicality 0.84 · 495 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T40: brother, death, life, die, heaven, sin, live, father, blood, soul.
Come gentlemen, this night go rest with me, Tomorrow end Pertillo's tragedy. Sister, now all my gold expected hopes, Of future good, is plainly vanished, And in her stead, grim visaged despair, Hath ta'en possession of my guilty heart, Desire to gain, began this desperate act, Now plain appearance of destruction, Of soul and body, weights upon my sin, Although we hide our sins from mortal men, Whose glass of knowledge is the face of man, The eye of heaven beholds our wickedness, And will no doubt revenge the innocent. Ah, do not so disconsolate yourself, Nor add new streams of sorrow to your grief, Which like a spring tide over-swells the banks, lest you do make an inundation, And so be borne away with swiftest tides, Of all my friends Allenso loves me best. I think thou art inspired with prophesy, He loves thee better than I would he did: Why wherefore think you so my pretty Nephew? Because he taught me how to say my prayers, To ride a horse, to start the fearful Hare, He gave this dagger to me yesternight, This little Ring, and many pretty things: For which, kind coz, I rest your true debtor, And one day I will make you recompense. ay, with thy lands and goods thou leav'st behind. Pray father let me go along with him: Now by the saviour of my sinful soul, I do not like those fellows countenance. Son be content, we'll go a sevennight hence, And see him in his university weeds: These will conduct him safely to the place, Be well assured they'll have a care of him, That you shall never see Pertillo more. Father, I pray you to withdraw yourself, I'd have a word or two in secrecy. Come living image of thy dead mother, And take my loving farewell, ere we part, I love thee dearly for thy father's sake, But for thy mothers, dote with jealousy, Oh I do fear, before I see thy face, Or thou, or I, shall taste of bitterness: Kiss me sweet boy, and kissing fold thine Aunt, Within the circle of thy little arms, I need not fear, death cannot offer wrong, The majesty of thy presaging face, Would vanquish him though near so terrible, The angry Lioness that is bereaved, Of her imperious crew of forest kings, Would leave her fury and defend thee safe, From Wolves, from Panthers, Leopards, and she Bears, That live by rapine, stealth, and cruelty, Therefore to God I do commend thy state, Who will be sure to guard thee tenderly. And now to you, that carry hence this wealth, This precious jewel, this unprized good, Have a regard to use him carefully, When he is parted from that serious care, Which was employed for his security: I urge it not, that I misdoubt your truth, I hope his Uncle doth persuade himself, You will be courteous, kind and affable, there's some reward for hoped carefulness.
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Come gentlemen, this night go rest with me, To morrow end Pertillos tragedie. Sister, now all my golde expected hopes, Of future good, is plainely vanished, And in her stead, grim visadged dispaire, Hath tane possession of my guiltie heart, Desire to gaine, began this desperate acte, Now plaine apparance of destruction, Of soule and body, waights vpon my sinne, Although we hide our sinnes from mortall men, Whose glasse of knowledge is the face of man, The eye of heauen beholdes our wickednesse, And will no doubt reuenge the innocent. Ah, do not so disconsolate your selfe, Nor adde new streames of sorrow to your griefe, Which like a spring tide ouer-swels the bankes, Least you do make an inundation, And so be borne away with swiftest tides, Of all my friends Allenso loues me best. I thinke thou art inspir'd with prophesie, He loues thee better then I would he did: Why wherefore thinke you so my pretie Nephew? Because he taught me how to say my prayers, To ride a horse, to start the fearefull Hare, He gaue this dagger to me yester night, This little Ring, and many pretie things: For which, kinde cooze, I rest your true debtor, And one day I will make you recompence. I, with thy lands and goods thou leau'st behinde. Pray father let me go along with him: Now by the sauiour of my sinfull soule, I do not like those fellowes countenance. Sonne be content, weele go a seauenight hence, And see him in his vniuersitie weedes: These will conduct him safely to the place, Be well assured they'l haue a care of him, That you shall neuer see Pertillo more. Father, I pray you to withdraw your selfe, Ide haue a word or two in secresie. Come liuing image of thy dead mothe, And take my louing farewell, ere we part, I loue thee dearly for thy fathers sake, But for thy mothers, doate with ealousie, Oh I do feare, before I see thy face, Or thou, or I, shall taste of bitternesse: Kisse me sweete boy, and kissing folde thine Aunte, Within the circle of thy little armes, I neede not feare, death cannot offer wrong, The maiestie of thy presaging face, Would vanquish him though nere so trrible, The angrie Lionesse that is bereau'd, Of her imperious crew of forrest kings, Would leaue her furie and defend thee safe, From Wolues, from Panthers, Leopards, and shee Beares, That liue by rapine, stealth, and crueltie, Therefore to God I do commend thy state, Who will be sure to guarde thee tenderly. And now to you, that carry hence this wealth, This precious iewell, this vnprized good, Haue a regarde to vse him carefully, When he is parted from that serious care, Which was imployde for his securitie: I vrge it not, that I misdoubt your truth, I hope his Vnckle doth perswade himselfe, You will be courteous, kinde and affable, Ther's some rewarde for hoped carefulnesse.