Antonio's Revenge (2 Antonio and Mellida) · chunk 11 of 29
Marston, John · published 1602 · first performed or written 1602 (Annals) tragedy · Children of Paul's (second) unassigned nearest T1 Death, grief and revenge · 482 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T1: death, life, dead, die, blood, revenge, soul, father, heart, heaven.
My Lord, 'tis supper time. Drink deep Alberto: eat, good Lucio: But my pined heart shall eat on nought but woe. My Lord, we dare not leave you thus alone. You cannot leave Antonio alone. The chamber of my breast is even thronged, With firm attendance, that forswears to flinch. I have a thing sits here; it is not grief, 'tis not despair, nor the most plague That the most wretched are infected with: But the most griefful, despairing, wretched, Accursed, miserable. O, for heavens sake Forsake me now; you see how light I am, And yet you force me to defame my patience. Fair gentle prince Away, thy voice is hateful: thou dost buzz, And beat my ears with intimations That Mellida, that Mellida is light, And stained with adulterous luxury: I cannot brook't. I tell the Lucio, Sooner will I give faith, that virtue's scant In princes' courts, will be adorned with wreath Of choice respect, and endeared intimate. Sooner will I believe that friendship's rain. Will curb ambition from utility, Than Mellida is light. Alas poor soul, Didst ere see her (good heart) hast heard her speak? Kind, kind soul. Incredulity itself Would not be so brass hearted, as suspect so modest cheeks My Lord Away, a self-one guilt doth only hatch distrust: But a chaste thought's as far from doubt, as lust. I entreat you leave me, Will you endeavour to forget your grief? i'faith I will, good friend, i'faith I will. I'll come and eat with you. Alberto, see, I am taking Physic, here's Philosophy. Good honest leave me, I'll drink wine anon. Since you enforce us, fair prince, we are gone. Ferte fortiter: hoc est quo deum antecedatis. Ille enim extra patientiam malorum; vos supra. Contemnite dolorem: aut soluetur, aut solvet. Contemnite fortunam: nullum telum, quo feriret animum habet. Pish, thy mother was not lately widowed, Thy dear affied love, lately defamed, With blemish of foul lust, when thou wrot'st thus. Thou wrapped in furs, beaking thy limbs 'fore fierce, Forbidst the frozen Zone to shudder. Ha, ha: 'tis nought, But foamy bubbling of a phlegmy brain, nought else but smoke. O what dank marish spirit, But would be fired with impatience, At my No more, no more: he that was never blessed, With height of birth, fair expectation Of mounted fortunes, knows not what it is To be the pitied object of the world. O, poor Antonio, thou mayst sigh. ay me. And curse. Black powers. And cry. O heaven. And close laments with O me most miserable. Woe for my dear dear son. Woe for my dear, dear husband. Woe for my dear dear love. Woe for me all, close all your woes in me: In me Antonio, ha? Where live these sounds? I can see nothing; grief's invisible, And lurks in secret angles of the heart. Come sigh again, Antonio bears his part.
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My Lord, tis supper time. Drinke deepe Alberto: eate, good Lucio: But my pin'd heart shall eat on naught but woe. My Lord, we dare not leaue you thus alone. You cannot leaue Antonio alone. The chamber of my breast is euen throngd, With firme attendance, that forsweares to flinch. I haue a thing sits here; it is not griefe, Tis not despaire, nor the most plague That the most wretched are infected with: But the most greefull, despairing, wretched, Accursed, miserable. O, for heauens sake Forsake me now; you see how light I am, And yet you force me to defame my patience. Faire gentle prince Away, thy voice is hatefull: thou dost buzze, And beat my eares with intimations That Mellida, that Mellida is light, And stained with adulterous luxury: I cannot brook't. I tell the Lucio, Sooner will I giue faith, that vertue's scant In princes courts, will be adorn'd with wreath Of choyce respect, and indeerd intimate. Sooner will I beleeue that friendships raine. Will curbe ambition from vtilitie, Then Mellida is light. Alas poore soule, Didst ere see her (good heart) hast heard her speake? Kinde, kinde soule▪ Incredulitie it selfe Would not be so brasse hearted, as suspect so modest cheeks My Lord Away, a selfe-one guilt doth onely hatch distrust: But a chaste thought's as farre from doubt, as lust. I intreat you leaue me, Will you endeauour to forget your griefe? I faith I will, good friend, I faith I will. Ile come and eate with you. Alberto, see, I am taking Physicke, heer's Philosophie. Good honest leaue me, Ile drinke wine anone. Since you enforce vs, faire prince, we are gone. Ferte fortiter: hoc est quo deum antecedatis. Ille enim extra patientiam malorum; vos supra. Contemnite dolorem: aut soluetur, aut soluet. Contemnite fortunā: nullū telū, quo feriret animum habet. Pish, thy mother was not lately widdowed, Thy deare affied loue, lately defam'd, With blemish of foule lust, when thou wrot'st thus. Thou wrapt in furres, beaking thy lymbs 'fore fiers, Forbidst the frozē Zone to shudder. Ha, ha: tis naught, But fomie bubling of a fleamie braine, Naught els but smoake. O what danke marrish spirit, But would be fyred with impatience, At my No more, no more: he that was neuer blest, With height of birth, faire expectation Of mounted fortunes, knowes not what it is To be the pittied obiect of the worlde. O, poore Antonio, thou maist sigh. Aye me. And curse. Black powers. And cry. O heauen. And close laments with O me most miserable. Woe for my deare deare sonne. Woe for my deare, deare husband. Woe for my deare deare loue. Woe for me all, close all your woes in me: In me Antonio, ha? Where liue these sounds? I can see nothing; griefe's inuisible, And lurkes in secret angles of the heart▪ Come sigh againe, Antonio beares his part.