Middleton, Thomas · published 1608 · first performed or written 1606 [1605-1608] (Annals) tragedy · King's Men · Globe unassigned nearest T1 Death, grief and revenge · 524 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T1: death, life, dead, die, blood, revenge, soul, father, heart, heaven.
Tut far greater wounds did my breast feel, Unkindness strikes a deeper wound than steel, You have been still unkind to me: Faith, and so I think I have: I did my murders roughly out of hand, Desperate and sudden, but thou hast devised A fine way now to kill me, thou hast given mine eyes seven wounds a piece; now glides the devil from me, departs at every joint, heaves up my nails; Oh catch him new torments, that were ne'er invented, Bind him one thousand more you blessed Angels In that pit bottomless, let him not rise To make men act unnatural tragedies To spread into a father, and in fury, Make him his children's executioners: Murder his wife, his servants, and who not? For that man's dark, where heaven is quite forgot. Oh my repentant husband. My dear soul, whom I too much have wronged, For death I die, and for this have I longed. Thou shouldst not (be assured) for these faults die, If the law could forgive assoon as I, What sight is yonder? Oh our two bleeding boys laid forth upon the threshold. here's weight enough to make a heartstring crack Oh were it lawful that your pretty souls Might look from heaven into your father's eyes, Then should you see the penitent glasses melt, And both your murders shoot upon my cheeks, But you are playing in the angels laps, And will not look on me, Who void of grace, killed you in beggary. Oh that I might my wishes now attain, I should then wish you living were again: Though I did beg with you, which thing I feared, Oh 'twas the enemy my eyes so bleared. Oh would you could pray heaven me to forgive, That will unto my end repentant live. It makes me e'en forget all other sorrows and leave part with this. Come will you go, I'll kiss the blood I spilled and then I go: my soul is bloodied, well may my lips be so. Farewell dear wife, now thou and I must part, I of thy wrongs repent me with my heart. Oh stay thou shalt not go: That's but in vain, you see it must be so. Farewell ye bloody ashes of my boys, My punishments are their eternal joys. Let every father look into my deeds, And then their heirs may prosper while mine bleeds. More wretched am I now in this distress, than former sorrows made me. Oh kind wife be comforted, One joy is yet unmurdered: You have a boy at nurse your joy's in him. Dearer than all is my poor husband's life: Heaven give my body strength, which yet is faint With much expense of blood, and I will kneel, Sue for his life, number up all my friends, To plead for pardon my dear husband's life. Was it in man to wound so kind a creature? I'll ever praise a woman for thy sake, I must return with grief my answer's set: I shall bring news weighs heavier than the debt: Two brothers: one in bond lies overthrown This, on a deadlier execution.
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Tut farre greater wounds did my brest feele, Vnkindnes strikes a deeper wound then steele, You haue been still vnkinde to mee: Faith, and so I thinke I haue: I did my murthers roughly out of hand, Desperate and suddaine, but thou hast deuiz'd A fine way now to kill me, thou hast ginen mine eies Seauen woonds a peece; now glides the deuill from mee, departes at euery ioynt, heaues vp my nailes▪ Oh catch him new torments, that were near inuēted, Binde him one thousand more you blessed Angells In that pit bottomlesse, let him not rise To make men act vnnaturall tragedies To spred into a father, and in furie, Make him his childrens executioners: Murder his wife, his seruants, and who not? For that man's darke, where heauen is quite forgot. Oh my repentant husband. My deere soull, whom I too much haue wrongd, For death I die, and for this haue I longd. Thou sholdst not (be assurde) for these faults die, If the law cold forgiue assoone as I, hat sight is yonder? Oh our two bleeding boyes laid forth vpon the thresholde. Heer's weight enough to make a heart-string crack Oh were it lawfull that your prettie soules Might looke from heauen into your fathers eyes, Then should you see the penitent glasses melt, And both your murthers shoote vpon my cheekes, But you are playing in the Angells lappes, And will not looke on me, Who void of grace, kild you in beggery. Oh that I might my wishes now attaine, I should then wish you liuing were againe: Though I did begge with you, which thing I feard, Oh twas the enemy my eyes so bleard. Oh would you could pray heauen me to forgine▪ That will vnto my end repentant liue. It makes me eene forget all other sorrowes and leaue parte with this. Come will you goe, Ile kisse the bloud I spilt and then I goe: my soull is bloudied, well may my lippes be so. Farewell deere wife, now thou and I must parte, I of thy wrongs repeut me with my harte. Oh staye thou shalt not goe: That's but in vaine, you see it must be so. Farewell ye bloudie ashes of my boyes, My punishments are their eternall ioyes. Let euery father looke into my deedes, And then their heirs may prosper while mine bleeds. More wretched am I now in this distresse, then former sorrows made me. Oh kinde wife be comforted, One ioy is yet vnmurdered: You haue a boy at nursse your ioy's in him. Dearer then all is my poore husbands life: Heauen giue my body strength, which yet is faint With much expence of bloud, and I will kueele, Sue for his life, nomber vp all my friends, To plead for pardon my deare husbands life. Was it in man to woond so kinde a creature? Ile euer praise a woman for thy sake, I must returne with griefe my answer's set: I shall bring newes weies heauier then the debt: Two brothers: one in bond lies ouerthrowne This, on a deadlier execution.