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 · 485 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T51: esau, iacob, father, son, isaac, god, love, birthright, parents, thing.
Will he appear to me, when I invoke him? He will: be sure. It must be shortly then: For his dark words have tied my thoughts on knots Till he dissolve, and free them. In mean time Dear servant, till your powerful voice revoke him, Be sure to use the policy he advised: Lest fury in your too quick knowledge taken Of our abuse, and your defence of me Accuse me more than any enemy: And Father, you must on my Lord impose Your holiest charges, and the church's power To temper his hot spirit: and disperse The cruelty and the blood, I know his hand Will shower upon our heads, if you put not Your finger to the storm, and hold it up, As my dear servant here must do with Monsieur. I'll soothe his plots: and strew my hate with smiles Till all at once the close mines of my heart Rise at full date, and rush into his blood: I'll bind his arm in silk, and rub his flesh, To make the vain swell, that his soul may gush Into some kennel, where it longs to lie, And policy shallbe flanked with policy. Yet shall the feeling centre where we meet Groan with the wait of my approaching feet: I'll make th'inspired thresholds of his Court Sweat with the weather of my horrid steps Before I enter: yet will I appear Like calm security, before a ruin; A politician, must like lightning melt The very marrow, and not Print the skin: His ways must not be seen: the superficies Of the green centre must not taste his feet: When hell is ploughed up with his wounding tracts: And all his harvest reaped, from hellish facts. MY Lord remember that your soul must seek Her peace, as well as your revengeful blood: You ever, to this hour have proved yourself A noble, zealous, and obedient son, T'our holy mother: be not an apostate: Your wives offence serves not, (were it the worst You can imagine, without greater proofs) To sever your eternal bonds, and hearts; Much less to touch her with a bloody hand: Nor is it manly (much less husbandly) To expiate any frailty in your wife, With churlish strokes, or beastly odds of strength: The stony birth of clouds, will touch no laurel: Nor any sleeper; your wife is your laurel: And sweetest sleeper; do not touch her then Be not more rude than the wild seed of vapour, To her that is more gentle than it rude; In whom kind nature suffered one offence But to set of, her other excellence. Good father leave us: interrupt no more The course I must run for mine honour's sake. Rely on my love to her, which her fault Cannot extinguish; will she but disclose Who was the hateful minister of her love, And through what maze he served it, we are friends.
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Will he appeare to me, when I inuoke him? He will: be sure. It must be shortly then: For his darke words haue tied my thoughts on knots Till he dissolue, and free them. In meane time Deare seruant, till your powerfull voice reuoke him, Be sure to vse the policy he aduis'd: Lest fury in your too quicke knowledge taken Of our abuse, and your defence of me Accuse me more than any enemy: And Father, you must on my Lord impose Your holiest charges, and the churches power To temper his hot spirit: and disperse The cruelty and the bloud, I know his hand Will showre vpon our heads, if you put not Your finger to the storme, and hold it vp, As my deare seruant heere must do with Monsieur. Ile sooth his plots: and strow my hate with smiles Till all at once the close mines of my heart Rise at full date, and rush into his bloud: Ile bind his arme in silke, and rub his flesh, To make the vaine swell, that his soule may gush Into some konnell, where it longs to lie, And policy shalbe flanckt with policy. Yet shall the feeling center where wee meet Grone with the wait of my approaching feet: Ile make th'inspired threshals of his Court Sweat with the weather of my horrid steps Before I enter: yet will I appeare Like calme security, before a ruine; A politician, must like lightening melt The very marrow, and not Print the skin: His waies must not be seene: the superficies Of the greene center must not taste his feet: When hell is plowd vp with his wounding tracts: And all his haruest reap't, from hellish facts. MY Lord remember that your soule must seeke Her peace, as well as your reuengefull bloud: You euer, to this houre haue prou'd your selfe A noble, zealous, and obedient sonne, T'our holy mother: be not an apostate: Your wiues offence serues not, (were it the woorst You can imagine, without greater proofes) To seuer your eternall bonds, and harts; Much lesse to touch her with a bloudy hand: Nor is it manly (much lesse husbandly) To expiate any frailty in your wife, With churlish strokes, or beastly ods of strength: The stony birth of clowds, will touch no lawrell: Nor any sleeper; your wife is your lawrell: And sweetest sleeper; do not touch her then Be not more rude than the wild seed of vapor, To her that is more gentle than it rude; In whom kind nature sufferd one offence But to set of, her other excellence. Good father leaue vs: interrupt no more The course I must run for mine honour sake. Relie on my loue to her, which her fault Cannot extinguish; will she but disclose Who was the hatefull minister of her loue, And through what maze he seru'd it, we are friends.