The Gentleman Usher (Vincentio and Margaret) · chunk 35 of 42
Chapman, George · published 1606 · first performed or written 1606 (Annals) comedy · Children of the Chapel (second) or Children of Paul’s (second) unassigned nearest T1 Death, grief and revenge · 490 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T1: death, life, dead, die, blood, revenge, soul, father, heart, heaven.
Despiteful Dame, I'll dis inherit him, And thy good Father here shall cast off thee, And both shall feed on air, or starve, and die. If this be justice, let it be our dooms: If free and spotless love in equal years, With honours unimpaired deserve such ends, Let us approve what justice is in friends. You shall I swear: sister, take you her close Into your chamber, lock her fast alone, And let her stir nor speak with any one. She shall not brother: come Niece, come with me. Heaven save my love, and I will suffer gladly. Haste Iulio, follow thou my son's pursuit, And will Lord Medice not to hurt nor touch him, But either banish him, or bring him back: Charge him to use no violence to his life. I will my Lord. O Nature! how alas Art thou and Reason thy true guide opposed? More bane thou tak'st, to guide Sense, led amiss, Then being guided, Reason gives thee bliss. Now see good Doctor, 'twas no frantic fancy, That made my tongue presage this head should fall Out of my wounded side the seventh day; But an inspired rapture of my mind, Submitted and conjoined in patience, To my Creator, in whom I foresaw (Like to an Angel) this divine event. So is it plain, and happily approved, In a right christian precedent, confirming What a most sacred medicine Patience is, That with the high thirst of our souls, clear fire Exhausts corpore ill humour; and all pain, Casting our flesh off, while we it retain. Make some religious vow then my dear Lord, And keep it in the proper memory, Of so Celestial and free a grace. Sweet wife, thou restest my good Angel still, Suggesting by all means, these ghostly counsels. Thou weariest not thy husbands patient ears, With motions for new fashions in attire, For change of jewels, pastimes, and nice cates, Nor studiest eminence, and the higher place Amongst thy consorts, like all other Dames: But knowing more worthy objects appertain To every woman that desires t'enjoy A blessed life in marriage: thou contemnest Those common pleasures, and pursuest the rare, Using thy husband in those virtuous gifts: For which, thou first didst choose him, and thereby Cloyest not with him, but lov'st him endlessly. In reverence of thy motion then, and zeal To that most sovereign power, that was my cure. I make a vow to go on soot to Rome, And offer humbly in S. Peter's Temple, This fatal Arrow head: which work, let none judge A superstitious Rite, but a right use, Proper to this peculiar instrument, Which visibly resigned to memory, Through every eye that sees, will stir the soul To Gratitude and Progress, in the use Of my tried patience which in my powers ending, Would shut th'example out of future lives. No act is superstitious, that applies All power to God, devoting hearts, through eyes.
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Disightfull Dame, Ile dis inherit him, And thy good Father heere shall cast off thee, And both shall feede on ayre, or staru, and die. If this be iustice, let it be our doomes: If free and spotlesse loue in equall yeares, With honours vnimpaired deserue such ends, Let vs approue what iustice is in friends. You shall I sweare: sister, take you her close Into your chamber, locke her fast alone, And let her stirre nor speake with any one. She shall not brother: come Necce, come with me. Heauen saue my loue, and I will suffer gladly. Haste Iulio, follow thou my sons pursuit, And will Lord Medice not to hurt nor touch him, But either banish him, or bring him backe: Charge him to vse no violence to his life. I will my Lord. O Natue! how alas Art thou and Reason thy true guide opposde? More bane thou tak'st, to guide Sense, led amisse, Then being guided, Reason giues thee blisse. Now see good Doctor, t'was no frantike fancie, That made my tongue presage this head should fall Out of my wounded side the seuenth day; But an inspired rapture of my minde, Submitted and conioynde in patience, To my Creator, in whom I fore-saw (Like to an Angell) this diuine euent. So is it plaine, and happily approu'd, In a right christian president, confirming What a most sacred medcine Patience is, That with the high thirst of our soules, cleare fire Exhausts corpore humour; and all paine, Casting our flesh off, while we it retaine. Make some religious vow then my deare Lord, And keepe it in the proper memorie, Of so Celestiall and free a grace. Sweete wife, thou restest my good Angell still, Suggesting by all meanes, these ghostly counsailes. Thou weariest not thy husbands patient eares, With motions for new fashions in attire, For change of Iewells, pastimes, and nice cates, Nor studiest eminence, and the higher place Amongst thy consorts, like all other Dames: But knowing more worthy obiects appertaine To euery woman that desires t'inioy A blessed life in mariage: thou contemn'st Those common pleasures, and pursu'st the rare, Vsing thy husband in those vertuous gifts: For which, thou first didst choose him, and thereby Cloy'st not with him, but lou'st him endlesly. In reuerenc of thy motion then, and zeal To that most soueraigne power, that was my cure. I make a vow to goe on soote to Rome, And offer humbly in S. Peters Temple, This fatall Arrow head: which work, let none iudge A snperstitious Rite, but a right vse, Proper to this peculiar instrument, Which visiblie resignde to memorie, Through euery eye that sees, will stirre th soule To Gratitude and Progresse, in the vse Of my tried patience which in my powers ending, Would shut th'example out of future liues. No act is superstitious, that applies All power to God, deuoting hearts, through eyes.