Markham, Gervase / Machin, Lewis · published 1608 · first performed or written 1608 [1607-1608] (Annals) tragicomedy · Children of the King's Revels unassigned nearest T1 Death, grief and revenge · 505 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T1: death, life, dead, die, blood, revenge, soul, father, heart, heaven.
Madam be patiented, that we do not know, We have no cause to grieve at, as for envies toil, Let her even break her own gall with desire, Our innocence is our prevention. Be cheerful Madam, 'tis but some villain's sound, Made only to amaze, not to confound. And what must we do my Lord? To prison are the words of my commission. Then lead the way; he hath of grief no sense, Whose conscience doth not know of his offence. HOw now mad sister, your dear love is condemned, A sweet adulterer. How, condemned before their trial? No they were condemned by Act of Parliament. I do not hold thee brother for a man, For it is reasonless to mock calamity, If he die innocent, thrice happy soul; If guilty, weep, that man should so transgress: Nature of reason thus much doth importune, Man should partake in grief with man's misfortune. For him, if ere mine eyes weep, may they drop out And leave my body blinder than my sense: Pity my foe the ruin of my house, My valour's scandal, and mine honour's poison! No let him fall, for blood must still quench lust, Law hath condemned him, than his death is just. Spit out that monster envy, it corrupts you, And mildly hear me answer for my love, What did he 'gainst you was not honourable, Which you 'gainst him would not have gladly done? Will you hate him for acting your own thoughts? Can it be ill in him yet good in you? Let reason weigh this difference than you'll find His honour poizes down his infamy. Canst thou love him that brought thee to thy death? No like a God he made me with his breath. Did he not win thy love and then reject thee? His honour not his love doth now neglect me. Fond maid thy foolish dotage doth mistake him. Hell shall have mercy ere I will forsake him. Farewell then sister, friend to my greatest foe, Revenge strikes home, being ended with one blow. Prevention thou best midwife to misfortune, Unfold this ugly monster's treachery, And let his birth be ominous struck dead, Ere it have being in this open world: Loves commands nature, brother pardon me, Thine envy dies by my loves liberty. Invention (heart of wit) possess my brain, For treason is to treason her own bane. And you bright heavens, now aid me in my plots, That truth may shine through falsehoods leprous spots. My life I'll hazard to redeem my love, Firm constancy like rocks can never move. Be bold then maiden heart in his defence He saved thy life, thy life's his recompense. My wit and hopes have furnished me with all The helps of art, to bring forth treasons fall. Now to the means: some say that gold hath power, To enter without force a gateless tower; And I'll try that, which if it take fast hold, I'll never blame them more that dote on gold. Ho, whose within there?
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Madam be patient, that we doe not know, Wee haue no cause to grieue at, as for enuies toile, Let her euen break her owne gall with desire, Our innocence is our preuention. Be cheerefull Madam, tis but some villains sound, Made onely to amaze, not to confound. And what must wee doe my Lord? To prison are the words of my commission. Then leade the way; he hath of griefe no sense, Whose conscience doth not know of his offence. HOw now mad sister, your deare loue is condemn'd, A sweete adulterer. How, condemd before their tryall? No they were condemnd by Act of Parliament. I doe not hold thee brother for a man, For it is reasonlesse to mock calamity, If he die innocent, thrice happy soule; If guilty, weepe, that man should so transgresse: Nature of reason thus much doth importune, Man should partake in griefe with mans misfortune. For him, if ere mine eies weep, may they drop out And leaue my body blinder then my sense: Pittie my foe the ruine of my house, My valours scandall, and mine honours poison! No let him fall, for bloud must still quench lust, Law hath condemd him, then his death is iust. Spit out that monster enuy, it corrupts you, And mildly heare me answere for my loue, What did he gainst you was not honourable, Which you gainst him would not haue gladly done? Will you hate him for acting your owne thoughts? Can it be ill in him yet good in you? Let reason waigh this difference then youle find His honor poizes downe his infamy. Canst thou loue him that brought thee to thy death? No like a God he made me with his breath. Did he not win thy loue and then reiect thee? His honor not his loue doth now neglect me. Fond maid thy foolish dotage doth mistake him. Hell shall haue mercie ere I will forsake him. Farewell then sister, friend to my greatest foe, Reuenge strikes home, being ended with one blow. Preuention thou best midwife to misfortune, Vnfold this vgly monsters treachery, And let his birth be ominous strooke dead, Ere it haue being in this open world: Loues commands nature, brother pardon me, Thine enuy dis by my loues liberty. Inuention (hart of wit) possesse my braine, For treason is to treason her owne bane. And you bright heauens, now aid me in my plots, That truth may shine through falshoods leporous spots. My life Ile hazard to redeeme my loue, Firme constancy like rocks can neuer moue. Be bold then maiden hart in his defence He saued thy life, thy life's his recompence. My wit and hopes haue furnisht me with all The helpes of art, to bring forth treasons fall. Now to the meanes: some say that gold hath power, To enter without force a gatelesse tower; And Ile try that, which if it take fast hold, Ile neuer blame them more that doate on gold. Hoe, whose within there?