Shakespeare, William / Wilkins, George · published 1609 · first performed or written 1608 [1606-1608] (Annals) romance · King's Men · Globe unassigned nearest T34 Thebes and royal catastrophe: siege, sla · 503 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T34: thebes, antigone, polynices, creon, eteocles, war, theban, gods, dear, country.
From him I come with message unto princely Pericles, but since my landing, I have understood your Lord has betake himself to unknown travails, now message must return from whence it came. We have no reason to desire it, commended to our master not to us, yet ere you shall depart, this we desire as friends to Antioch we may feast in Tyre. My Dyoniza shall we rest us here, And by relating tales of others griefs, See if 'twill teach us to forget our own? That were to blow at fire in hope to quench it, For who digs hills because they do aspire? Throws down one mountain to cast up a higher: O my distressed Lord, even such our griefs are, here they are but felt, and seen with mischiefs eyes, But like to Groves, being topped, they higher rise. O Dioniza. Who wanteth food, and will not say he wants it, Or can conceal his hunger till he famish? Our tongues and sorrows to sound deep: Our woes into the air, our exes to weep. Till tongues fetch breath that may proclaim Them louder, that if heaven slumber, while Their creatures want, they may awake Their helpers, to comfort them. I'll then discourse our woes felt several years, And wanting breath to speak, help me with tears. I'll do my best Syr. This Tharsus o'er which I have the government, A City on whom plenty held full hand: For riches strew'de herself even in her streets, Whose towers bore heads so high they kissed the clouds, And strangers near beheld, but wondered at, Whose men and dames so jetted and adorn'de, Like one another's glass to trim them by, Their tables were stored full to glad the sight, And not so much to feed on as delight, All poverty was scor'nde, and pride so great, The name of help grew odious to repeat. O 'tis too true. But see what heaven can do by this our change, These mouths who but of late, earth sea, and air, Were all too little to content and please, Although thy gave their creatures in abundance, As houses are defil'de for want of use, They are now starved for want of exercise, Those palates who not yet too saviours younger, Must have inventions to delight the taste, Would now be glad of bread and beg for it, Those mothers who to nouzell up their babes, Thought nought too curious, are ready now To eat those little darlings whom they loved, So sharpe are hungers teeth, that man and we, Draw lots who first shall die, to lengthen life. here stands a Lord, and there a Lady weeping: here many sink, yet those which see them fall, Have scarce strength left to give them burial. Is not this true? Our cheeks and hollow eyes do witness it. O let those Cities that of plenty's cup, And her prosperities so largely taste, With their superfluous riots hear these tears, The misery of Tharsus may be theirs.
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From him I come with message vnto princely Pericles, but since my landing, I haue vnderstood your Lord has betake himselfe to vnknowne trauailes, now message must returne from whence it came. Wee haue no reason to desire it, commended to our maister not to vs, yet ere you shall depart, this wee desire as friends to Antioch wee may feast in Tyre. My Dyoniza shall wee rest vs heere, And by relating tales of others griefes, See if t'will each vs to forget our own? That were to blow at fire in hope to quench it, For who digs hills because they doe aspire? Throwes downe one mountaine to cast vp a higher: O my distressed Lord, euen such our griefes are, Heere they are but felt, and seene with mischiefs eyes, But like to Groues, being topt, they higher rise. O Diniza. Who wanteth food, and will not say hee wants it, Or can conceale his hunger till hee famish? Our toungs and sorrowes to sound deepe: Our woes into the aire, our exes to weepe. Till toungs fetch breath that may proclaime Them louder, that if heauen slumber, while Their creatures want, they may awake Their helpers, to comfort them. Ile then discourse our woes felt seuerall yeares, And wanting breath to speake, helpe mee with teares. Ile doe my best Syr. This Tharsus ore which I haue the gouernement, A Cittie on whom plentie held full hand: For riches strew'de her selfe euen in her streetes, Whose towers bore heads so high they kist the clowds, And strangers nere beheld, but wondred at, Whose men and dames so jetted and adorn'de, one anothers glasse to trim them by, Their tables were stor'de full to glad the sight, And not so much to feede on as delight, All pouertie was scor'nde, and pride so great, The name of helpe grewe odious to repeat. O t'is too true. But see what heauen can doe by this our change, These mouthes who but of late, earth sea, and ayre, Were all too little to content and please, Although thy gaue their creatures in abundance, As houses are defil'de for want of vse, They are now staru'de of exercise, Those pallats who not yet too sauers younger, Must haue inuentions to delight the tast, Would now be glad of bread and beg for it, Those mothers who to nouzell vp their babes, Thought nought too curious, are readie now To eat those little darlings whom they lou'de, So sharpe are hungers teeth, that man and we, Drawe lots who first shall die, to lengthen life. Heere stands a Lord, and there a Ladie weeping: Heere manie sincke, yet those which see them fall, Haue scarce strength left to giue them buryall. Is not this true? Our cheekes and hollow eyes doe witnesse it. O let those Cities that of plenties cup, And her prosperities so largely taste, With their superfluous riots heare these teares, The miserie of Tharsus may be theirs.