Sharpham, Edward · published 1607 · first performed or written 1606 (Annals) comedy · Children of the Queen's Revels · Blackfriars unassigned nearest T1 Death, grief and revenge · 503 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T1: death, life, dead, die, blood, revenge, soul, father, heart, heaven.
Alas, if you knew all, 'tis your own good, not mine: and yet I lie, 'tis my good too, since my life depends upon your safety. What is't dear Lady? although it be the death of man, if it be pleasing unto you I'll do't. O let me embrace so dear a spirit in so dear a bosom: and since you have bound yourself by promise, I will be plain, there are two that hate you two, because we love you, and often have persuaded us by gifts and large protestations to have us love them if they killed you. What us? Who we? Nay 'tis too true; for while you lived, they said there was no hope for them to look for any love from us: now we poor silly women, fearing lest they without consent of us, should do that which their hatred doth intend, we think it fit prevention first be used, by giving them to drink of what themselves have brewed. First murder them. True, so shall ye then be sure, T'enjoy our loves, we yours, and live secure. But what are they Ladies? Spark. And Ruffell. They die for't though they were my father's sons. They shall not live. Let little children fear the shallow Brooks, for I can swim though't be through Seas of blood; let foolish fear go dwell with women, for bloody resolution shall not part from me, I'll kill them both even with mine own hands, I'll do't. O no. I'll reveal it then, unless you first do swear and take a Sacrament, whatever hap to keep our names untouched. Untouched? we'll do't. Then for the means: we'll stab them. we'll fight with them. No, so you may miss them, and they kill you. Give them a Fig. Make them drink their last. Poison them: But for the means. You two shall make a banquet, and in a cup of Wine a health shall pass. In which i'll mingle mingle such a dram, as they shall ride to heaven in post, unless they miss the way. But where shall we get the poison? because you know 'tis dangerous, and will breed suspect where ere we buy it. I have a Countryman in town an Apothecary, one signior Aluino, a fellow that is well stored, and will sell me of the best. If a were of my mind, a would think no poison too good for you. Come then, I would have you go about the preparation of the feast. Now boys, you have a couple of goodly masters, I Fleir, and thou hast a couple of virtuous Mistresses, O they are a couple of damned pieces, that will plot or counsel the death of two such worthy Gentlemen. For one of them the earth did never bear a worthier creature. Which is that? Which is that? Why sister, have you so oft confessed that his all perfectioned spirit points him out for virtue herself to imitate, and yet d'ye ask now which is that?
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Alas, if you knew all, t'is your owne good, not mine: and yet I lie, t'is my good too, since my life depends vpon your safetie. What is't deare Ladie? although it be the death of man, if it be pleasing vnto you Ile doo't. O let me embrace so deare a spirit in so deare a bosome: and since you haue bound your selfe by promise, I will be plaine, there are two that hate you two, because wee loue you, and often haue perswaded vs by giftes and large protestations to haue vs loue them if they kil'd you. What vs? Who wee? Nay t'is too true; for while you liu'd, they said there was no hope for them to looke for any loue from vs: nowe wee poore sillie women, fearing least they without consent of vs, should doe that which their hatred doth intend, wee thinke it fitte preuention first be vsed, by giuing them to drinke of what themselues haue brude. First murther them. True, so shall ye then be sure, T'inioy our loues, we yours, and liue secure. But what are they Ladies? Sparke. And Ruffell. They die for't though they were my fathers sons. They shall not liue. Let little children feare the shallow Brookes, for I can swim though't be through Seas of blood; let foolish feare goe dwell with women, for bloodie resolution shall not part from me, Ile kill them both euen with mine owne hands, Ile doo't. O no▪ Ile reueale it then, vnlesse you first do swear and take a Sacrament, what euer hap to keepe our names vntoucht. Vntoucht? weele doo't. Then for the meanes: Weele stabb them. Weele fight with them. No, so you may misse them, and they kill you. Giue them a Figg. Make them drinke their last. Poyson them: But for the meanes. You two shall make a banquet, and in a cuppe of Wine a health shall passe. In which ile mingle mingle such a dram, as they shall ride to heauen in post, vnlesse they misse the way. But where shall we get the poyson? because you knowe t'is daungerous, and will breede suspect where ere wee buy it. I haue a Countrey-man in towne an Apothecarie, one Signeur Aluino, a fellow that is well stor'd, and will sell me of the best. If a were of my minde, a would thinke no poyson too good for you. Come then, I would haue you goe about the preparation of the feast. Now boyes, you haue a couple of goodly maisters, I Fleir, and thou hast a couple of vertuous Mistresses, O they are a couple of damn'd peeces, that will plot or counsell the death of two such worthie Gentlemen. For one of them the earth did neuer beare a worthier creature. Which is that? Which is that? Why sister, haue you so oft confest that his all perfection'd spirit poyntes him out for vertue herselfe to imitate, and yet doy' aske now which is that?