Chapman, George · published 1607 · first performed or written 1607 (Annals) tragedy · Children of Paul's (second) · Paul's unassigned nearest T51 Parents and children: blessing, birthrig · 456 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T51: esau, iacob, father, son, isaac, god, love, birthright, parents, thing.
O father, but at this suspicious hour You know how apt best men are to suspect us, In any cause, that makes suspicious shadow No greater than the shadow of a hair: And you're to blame: what though my Lord and husband Lie forth tonight? and since I cannot sleep When he is absent, I sit up tonight, Though all the doors are sure, & all our servants As sure bound with their sleeps; yet there is one That sits above, whose eye no sleep can bind: He sees through doors, and darkness, and our thoughts; And therefore as we should avoid with fear, To think amiss ourselves before his search; So should we be as curious to shun All cause that other think not ill of us. Madam, 'tis far from that: I only heard By this my honoured father, that your conscience Was something troubled with a false report; That Barrisor's blood should something touch your hand, Since he imagined I was courting you, When I was bold to change words with the Duchess, (And therefore made his quarrel; which my presence Presumed on with my father at this season, For the more care of your so curious honour) Can well resolve your Conscience, is most false. And is it therefore that you come good sir? Then crave I now your pardon and my fathers, And swear your presence does me so much comfort, That all I have, it binds to your requital: Indeed sir, 'tis most true that a report Is spread, alleging that his love to me Was reason of your quarrel, and because You shall not think I feign it for my glory, That he importuned me for his Court service, I'll show you his own hand, set down in blood To that vain purpose: Good Sir, then come in. Father I thank you now a thousand fold. May it be worth it to you honoured daughter. O My dear servant, in thy close embraces, I have set open all the doors of danger To my encompassed honour, and my life: Before I was secure against death and hell; But now am subject to the heartless fear: Of every shadow, and of every breath, And would change firmness with an aspen leaf: So confident a spotless conscience is; So weak a guilty: O the dangerous siege Sin lays about us? and the tyranny He exercises when he hath expugned: Like to the horror of a winter's thunder, Mixed with a gushing storm, that suffer nothing To stir abroad on earth, but their own rages; Is sin, when it hath gathered head above us: No roof, no shelter can secure us so, But he will drown our cheeks in fear or woe.
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O father, but at this suspicious houre You know how apt best men are to suspect vs, In any cause, that makes suspicious shadow No greater than the shadow of a haire: And y'are to blame: what though my Lord and husband Lie foorth to night? and since I cannot sleepe When he is absent, I sit vp to night, Though all the doores are sure, & all our seruants As sure bound with their sleepes; yet there is one That sits aboue, whose eie no sleepe can binde: He sees through doores, and darkenesse, and our thoughts; And therefore as we should auoid with feare, To thinke amisse our selues before his search; So should we be as curious to shunne All cause that other thinke not ill of vs. Madam, tis farre from that: I only heard By this my honour'd father, that your conscience Was something troubled with a false report; That Barrisors blood should something touch your hand, Since he imagin'd I was courting you, When I was bold to change words with the Duchesse, (And therefore made his quarrell; which my presence Presum'd on with my father at this season, For the more care of your so curious honour) Can well resolue your Conscience, is most false. And is it therefore that you come good sir? Then craue I now your pardon and my fathers, And sweare your presence does me so much comfort, That all I haue, it bindes to your requitall: Indeede sir, tis most true that a report Is spread, alleaging that his loue to mee Was reason of your quarrell, and because You shall not thinke I faine it for my glorie, That he importun'd me for his Court seruice, Ile shew you his owne hand, set downe in blood To that vaine purpose: Good Sir, then come in. Father I thanke you now a thousand fold. May it be worth it to you honour'd daughter. O My deare seruant, in thy close embraces, I haue set open all the dores of danger To my encompast honor, and my life: Before I was secure against death and hell; But now am subiect to the hartlesse feare: Of euery shadow, and of euery breath, And would change firmnesse with an aspen leafe: So confident a spotlesse conscience is; So weake a guilty: O the daugerous siege Sin laies about vs? and the tyranny He exercises when he hath expugn'd: Like to the horror of a winters thunder, Mixt with a gushing storme, that suffer nothing To stirre abroad on earth, but their own rages; Is sin, when it hath gathered head aboue vs: No roofe, no shelter can secure vs so, But he will drowne our cheeks in feare or woe.