Alexander, William · published 1637 · first performed or written 1604 (Annals) tragedy unassigned nearest T11 Siblings, kin and confidants · 482 words · other edition — not in the analysis
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T11: sister, brother, love, friend, heart, father, mother, woman, lord, hear.
Thou foundst me friendly, and my Court thy rest, A Sanctuary which thy life did save; And dangers 'scaped (when one hath been distressed) A wary wisdom by experience leave; Yet all that favour past, was but a sign Of generous greatness, which would gracious prove; But in thy hands my soul I'll now consign, And give the greatest pledge that can bind love. Behold how Atis of our age the shield, Whose harm as you have heard, I feared ere now, Is for his pastime to go range the field, And with his custody I will trust you; I must (my friend) even fervently exhort, Wait on my Son, remember of my dream. This dangerously delectable sport, Doth make me fear the grief exceeds the game. I never shall those courtesies neglect: It grieves me not to think, nor hear the same, For whilst this spirit those members doth direct, All shall concur to celebrate your fame; Yet were you pleased, I would not hence departed, Who do all things that mirth may move abhor, But with my passions here (retired a part) Woe past would wail, and shun all cause of more; If to converse where not one cross annoys, I fear my fellowship infect with woe, Those who themselves would recreate with joys▪ Still strange mishaps attend me where I go, But since you will commit this charge to me, Your Majesty I'll study to content, At least my faith shall from defects be free, And all my pains shall as you please be spent. Now bend to see this monsters ugly shape, With an inflamed desire my thought do burn, And Father fear not, dream of no mishap, I hope with speed victorious to return. Return? from whence dear love? O deadly word▪ That doth import thy parting from my sight, I heard the name mishap, Ah! (my dear Lord) Should such strict limits bound so large delight? O cruel to thyself, unkind to me! And canst thou condescend to leave me so? If (ere in doubt) abandoned thus I be, It may defer, but not defraud my woe; This might indeed to thee yield some relief, To have thy ears not wounded by my moan, But would wound me with a continual grief, To fear all things, where I should fear but one; Desist in time from this intended strife, A course too rash, and not approved, by me, Remember I have interest in thy life, Which thus to venture I do not agree; Hast thou not given a proof in thy green prime, That may content the most ambitious heaps? Whilst Atis was his own, than was it time To follow fancies unconfined Scopes; Thyself then only camped in fortunes bounds, Thou dost endanger Celia likewise now; You sigh her breath, she suffers in your wounds, You live in her, and she must die in you.
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Thou foundſt me friendly, and my Court thy reſt, A Sanctuary which thy life did ſave; And dangers ſcap't (when one hath beene diſtreſſ'd) A wary wiſdome by experience leave; Yet all that favour paſt, was but a ſigne Of generous greateneſſe, which would gratious prove; But in thy hands my ſoule I'le now conſigne, And give the greateſt pledge that can binde love. Behold how Atis of our age the ſhield, Whoſe harme as you have heard, I fear'd ere now, Is for his paſtime to goe range the field, And with his cuſtodie I will truſt you; I muſt (my friend) even fervently exhort, Waite on my Sonne, remember of my dreame. This dangerouſly delectable ſport, Doth make mee feare the griefe exceeds the game. I never ſhall thoſe courteſies neglect: It grieves me not to thinke, nor heare the ſame, For whilſt this ſprite thoſe members doth direct, All ſhall concurre to celebrate your fame; Yet were you pleas'd, I would not hence depart, Who doe all things that mirth may move abhorre, But with my paſſions here (retir'd a part) Woe paſt would waile, and ſhunne all cauſe of more; If to converſe where not one croſſe annoies, I feare my fellowſhip infect with woe, Thoſe who themſelves would recreate with Ioyes▪ Still ſtrange miſhaps attend me where I goe, But ſince you will commit this charge to mee, Your Majeſtie I'le ſtudie to content, At leaſt my faith ſhall from defects be free, And all my paines ſhall as you pleaſe be ſpent. Now bent to ſee this monſters ougly ſhape, With an inflam'd deſire my thought doe burne, And Father feare not, dreame of no miſhap, I hope with ſpeed victorious to returne. Returne? from whence deare love? O deadly word▪ That doth import thy parting from my ſight, I heard the name miſhap, Ah! (my deare Lord) Should ſuch ſtrict limites bound ſo large delight? O cruell to thy ſelfe, unkinde to me! And can'ſt thou condeſcend to leave me ſoe? If (ere in doubt) abandon'd thus I be, It may deferre, but not defraud my woe; This might indeed to thee yeeld ſome reliefe, To have thy eares not wounded by my mone, But would wound me with a continuall griefe, To feare all things, where I ſhould feare but one; Deſiſt in time from this intended ſtrife, A courſe too raſh, and not approv'd, by me, Remember I have int'reſt in thy life, Which thus to venter I doe not agree; Haſt thou not given a proofe in thy greene prime, That may content the moſt ambitious heapes? Whilſt Atis was his own, then was it time To follow fancies unconfined Scopes; Thy ſelfe then onely camp'd in fortunes bounds, Thou do'ſt endanger Coelia likewiſe now; You ſigh her breath, ſhe ſuffers in your wounds, You live in her, and ſhe muſt die in you.