Yarington, Robert · published 1601 · first performed or written 1594 [1594-c.1598] (Annals) tragedy · Unknown T5 Christian faith, sin and salvation typicality 0.79 · 511 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T5: god, christ, david, sin, holy, israel, lord, mercy, sins, faith.
Of pity man, that never enters here, And if it should, I'd threat my craven heart, To stab it home, for harbouring such a thought, I see no reason why I should relent: It is a charitable virtuous deed, To end this princock from this sinful world. Such charity will never have reward, Unless it be with sting of conscience: And that's a torment worse than Sisipus, That roll a restless stone against the hill. My conscience is not pricked with such conceit. That shows thee further off from hoped grace. Grace me no graces, I respect no grace, But with a grace, to give a graceless stab, To chop folks legs and arms off by the stumps, To see what shift they'll make to scramble home: Pick out men's eyes, and tell them that's the sport, Of hoodman-blind, without all sportiveness, If with a grace I can perform such pranks, My heart will give mine agents many thanks. Then God forbid I should consort myself, With one so far from grace and piety: lest being found within thy company, I should be partner of thy punishment. When we have done what we have vowed to do, My heart desires to have no fellowship, With those that talk of grace or godliness: I named not God unless 'twere with an oath, Sense the first hour that I could walk alone, (And you that make so much of conscience, By heaven thou art a damned hypocrite: For thou hast vowed to kill that sleeping boy, And all to gain two hundredth marks in gold, I know this pureness comes of pure deceit, To draw me from the murdering of the child, That you alone might have the benefit, You are too shallow, if you gull me so, Chop of my head to make a Sousing-tub, And fill it full of tripes and chitterlings. That thou shalt see my heart is far from fraud, Or vain illusion in this enterprise, Which doth import the safety of our souls, There take my earnest of impiety. Only forbear to lay thy ruder hands, Upon the poor mistrustless tender child, As for our vows, fear not their violence, God will forgive on hearty penitence. Thou Eunuch, Capon, dastard, fast and loose, Thou weathercock of mutabilitie, White livered peasant, wilt thou vow and swear, Face and make semblance with thy bagpipe oaths, Of that thou never meanst to execute? Pure cowardice for fear to crack thy neck, With the huge chaos of thy Body's weight, Hath sure begot this true contrition, Then fast and pray, and see if thou canst win, A goodly pardon for thy heinous sin, As for the boy, this fatal instrument, Was marked by heaven to cut his line of life, And must supply the knife of Atropos, And if it do not, let this master piece, (Which nature lent the world to wonder at) Be slit in Carbonadoes for the jaws, Of some men-eating hungry cannibal: By heaven i'll kill him only for this cause, For that he came of virtuous Ancestors,
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Of pittie man, that neuer enters heere, And if it should, Ide threat my crauen hart, To stab it home, for harbouring such a thought, I see no reason whie I should relent: It is a charitable vertuous deede, To end this princkocke from this sinfull world. Such charitie will neuer haue reward, Vnlesse it be with sting of conscience: And that's a torment worse then Sisipus, That rowles a restlesse stone against the hill. My conscience is not prickt with such conceit. That shews thee further off from hoped grace. Grace me no graces, I respect no grace, But with a grace, to giue a gracelesse stab, To chop folkes legges and armes off by the stumpes, To see what shift theile make to scramble home: Pick out mens eyes, and tell them thats the sport, Of hood-man-blinde, without all sportiuenesse, If with a grace I can performe such pranckes, My hart will giue mine agents many thankes. Then God forbid I should consort my selfe, With one so far from grace and pietie: Least being found within thy companie, I should be partner of thy punishment. When wee haue done what we haue vow'd to do, My hart desires to haue no fellowship, With those that talke of grace or godlinesse: I nam'd not God vnleast 'twere with an othe, Sence the first houre that I could walke alone, (And you that make so much of conscience, By heauen thou art a damned hipocrite: For thou hast vow'd to kill that sleeping boy, And all to gaine two hundreth markes in gold, I know this purenesse comes of pure deceit, To draw me from the murthering of the child, That you alone might haue the benefit, You are too shallow, if you gull me so, Chop of my head to make a Sowsing-tub, And fill it full of tripes and chitterlinges. That thou shalt see my hart is far from fraud, Or vaine illusion in this enterprize, Which doth import the safetie of our soules, There take my earnest of impietie. Onely forbeare to lay thy uder handes, Vpon the poore mistrustlesse tender child, As for our vowes, feare not their violence, God will forgiue on hartie penitence. Thou Eunuch, Capon, dastard, fast and loose, Thou weathercocke of mutabilitie, White liuered Paisant, wilt thou vowe and sweare, Face and make semblance with thy bagpipe othes, Of that thou neuer meanst to execute? Pure cowardice for feare to crack thy necke, With the huge Caos of thy bodies waight, Hath sure begot this true contrition, Then fast and pray, and see if thou canst winne, A goodlie pardon for thy hainous sinne, As for the boy, this fatall instrument, Was mark'd by heauen to cut his line of life, And must supplie the knife of Atropos, And if it doe not, let this maister peece, (Which nature lent the world to wonder at) Be slit in Carbonadoes for the iawes, Of some men-eating hungrie Canniball: By heauen ile kill him onely for this cause, For that he came of vertuous Auncestors,