Antonio's Revenge (2 Antonio and Mellida) · chunk 4 of 29
Marston, John · published 1602 · first performed or written 1602 (Annals) tragedy · Children of Paul's (second) unassigned nearest T55 Fairies, fairy queens and enchanted desi · 508 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T55: fairy, fairies, oberon, mopsus, queen, land, grace, babylon, mab, thestylis.
darkness is fled: look, infant morn hath drawn Bright silver curtains, 'bout the couch of night: And now Aurora's horse trots azure rings, Breathing fair light about the firmament, Stand, what's that? And if a horned devil should burst forth, I would pass on him with a mortal stock. Oh, a horned devil would prove ominous, Unto a bridegrooms eyes, A horned devil? good, good: ha ha ha, very good. Good tanned prince laugh not. By the joys of love, When thou dost grin, thy rusty face doth look Like the head of a roasted rabbit: fie upon't. By my troth, methinks his nose is just colour de Roy I tell thee fool, my nose will abide no jest. No in truth, I do not jest, I speak truth. Truth is the touchstone of all things: and if your nose will not abide the truth, your nose will not abide the touch: and if your nose will not abide the touch, your nose is a copper nose, and must be nailed up for a slip. I scorn to retort the obtuse jest of a fool. Retort and obtuse, good words, very good words. Young Prince, look sprightly; fie, a bridegroom sad! In truth, if he were retort, and obtuse, no question, he would be merry: but and please my Genius, I will be most retort and obtuse ere night. I'll tell you, what I'll bear soon at night in my shield, for my device. What, good Balurdo? O, do me right: sir Geoffrey Balurdo: sir, sir, as long as ye live, sir. What, good sir Geoffrey Balurdo? Marry forsooth, I'll carry for my device, my grand father's great stone-horse, flinging up his head, & jerking out his left leg. The word; Wighy Purt. As I am a true knight, will't not be most retort and obtuse, ha? Blow hence these sapless jests. I tell you bloods My spirit's heavy, and the juice of life Creeps slowly through my stiffened arteries. Last sleep, my sense was steeped in horrid dreams: Three parts of night were swallowed in the gulf Of ravenous time, when to my slumbering powers, Two meager ghosts made apparition. The on's breast seemed fresh paunched with bleeding wounds: Whose bubbling gore sprang in frighted eyes. The other ghost assumed my father's shape: Both cried Revenge. At which my trembling joints (Iced quite over with a frozed cold sweat) Leapt forth the sheets. Three times I gasped at shades: And thrice, deluded by erroneous sense, I forced my thoughts make stand; when lo, I oped A large bay window, through which the night Struck terror to my soul. The verge of heaven Was ringed with flames, and all the upper vault Thick laced with flakes of fire; in midst whereof A blazing Comet shot his threatening train Just on my face. Viewing these prodigies, I bowed my naked knee, and pierced the star, With an outfacing eye; pronouncing thus; Deus imperat astris. At which, my nose straight bled: Then doubled I my word, so slunk to bed.
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DARKNESSE is fled: looke, infant morn hath drawne Bright siluer curtains, 'bout the couch of night: And now Auroras horse trots azure rings, Breathing faire light about the firmament, Stand, what's that? And if a horned diuell should burst forth, I would passe on him with a mortall stocke. Oh, a horned diuell would prooue ominous, Vnto a bridegroomes eyes, A horned diuel? good, good: ha ha ha, very good. Good tand prince laugh not. By the ioyes of loue, When thou dost girne, thy rusty face doth looke Like the head of a rosted rabbit: fie vpont. By my troth, me thinks his nose is iust colour de Roy I tel thee foole, my nose will abide no iest. No in truth, I doe not ieast, I speake truth. Truth is the touchstone of all things: and if your nose will not abide the truth, your nose will not abide the touch: and if your nose will not abide the touch, your nose is a copper nose, and must be nail'd vp for a slip. I scorne to retort the obtuse ieast of a foole. Retort and obtuse, good words, very good words. Young Prince, looke sprightly; fie, a bridegroom sadde! In truth, if he were retort, and obtuse, no question, hee would bee merrie: but and please my Genius, I will be most retort and obtuse ere night. Ile tell you, what Ile beare soone at night in my shielde, for my deuice. What, good Balurdo? O, doe me right: sir Gefferey Balurdo: sir, sir, as long as yee liue, sir. What, good sir Gefferey Balurdo? Marry forsooth, Ile carrie for my deuice, my grand fathers great stone-hors, flinging vp his head, & ierking out his left legge. The word; Wighy Purt. As I am a true knight, wil't not bee most retort and obtuse, ha? Blowe hence these faplesse iestes. I tell you bloods My spirit's heauie, and the iuyce of life Creepes slowly through my stifned arteries. Last sleep, my sense was steep't in horrid dreames: Three parrs of night were swallow'd in the gulfe Of rauenous time, when to my slumbring powers, Two meager ghosts made apparition. The on's breast seem'd fresh pauncht with bleeding wounds: Whose bubling gore sprang in frighted eyes. The other ghost assum'd my fathers shape: Both cride Reuenge. At which my trembling ioynts (Iced quite ouer with a froz'd cold sweate) Leap't forth the sheets. Three times I gasp't at shades: And thrice, deluded by erroneous sense, I forc't my thoughts make stand; when loe, I op't A large bay window, through which the night Struck terror to my soule. The verge of heauen Was ringd with flames, and all the vpper vault Thick lac't with flakes of fire; in midst whereof A blazing Comet shot his threatning traine Iust on my face. Viewing these prodigies, I bow'd my naked knee, and pierc't the starre, With an outfacing eye; pronouncing thus; Deus imperat astris. At which, my nose straight bled: Then doubl'd I my word, so slunke to bed.