Armin, Robert · published 1609 · first performed or written 1606 [c.1606-1608] (Annals) comedy · Children of the King's Revels unassigned nearest T1 Death, grief and revenge · 525 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T1: death, life, dead, die, blood, revenge, soul, father, heart, heaven.
I think sir, if I see my house tonight, there will come warrants to make open way to their recovery, thinking they are with me, whom I protest I have, not seen, and unacquainted with her subtle stealth, am now as clear as is the babe new borne, I neither knew of it, nor where they are, I do beshrew their hearts, right I have in him for it. sleep in my house then, so my word shall make your answer stronger, I have a son, I wish him so possessed, but not with violence, yet say he do climb high, and reach the top bough with a stricter course, I knowing not the manner nor the means, acquits me, and God give, them joy, my oath is clear, and that's my warrant. Sir, I will trouble you to nigh, by this sad time his moan doth challenge comfort, and the council whose loves he hath so often visited, heartened on by the Earl of Tumults means, they will add present purpose as he begs it. but if the Earl know of my sons discharge, signed by his careless answer, 'twould allay his hot endeavours with a cold responsal; but cease that, the time shall come—— 'tis mine, the cause and all, pine let me in them, if the son of hope shine as a troubled meteor in the sky; 'tis our fate's fortune, and no matter cause no remedy. True vauntings of resolve, 'tis late, and custom challenges no right in me, to be so hurtful to myself, the evenings air is raw and cold. Filbon follow us, be you more temperate. You see what hurry threatenings this misdeed Wounds deep are dangerous, though they hardly bleed Sir, I am lessoned, As the boys at school? Practice their knowledge by contrary rule. O I am slain with wonder. Hath this life left in it a little breath, To blow out treason, reek ye clouds of shame, putrefy all imagination, hold her at stern, There let her sink, never to win again, Homer's recovery, shall I say and think it? O— Have I not been in bed tonight, and so Talk idly wanting sleep, or rose from rest, As many troubled do, acting like life, Awaking dead, for in that flattering fear, Perchance her reputation may be saved. No I am certain in my fear, 'tis true, In yond black closet lies a wicked woman, (I will not say my mother, that names lost) In the twinned bracings of the slave her man. In Iames his arms, and shall I suffer it? O— To blab, it were to herald out my shame, In quartered scutcheon of black obloquy, To murder one were most impartial; Again to turn hills on this sin, Would write me bawd, but to be nobly satisfied Is a content licensed from equity. The knight shall know it, I will write to him, Startle his bold imagination with pale fear, Rose his revengeful spirit on them both, And make me hopeful of his love neglected, Forgive me world, heavens justice puts me on, And though a son, I'll punish both or none.
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I thinke sir, if I see my house to night, there will come warrants to make open way to their recouery, thinking they are with me, whom I protest I haue, not seene, and vnacquainted with her subtill stealth, am now as cleare as is the babe new borne, I neither knew of it, nor where they are, I do beshrow their hearts, right I haue in him for it. sleepe in my house then, so my word shall make your answere stronger, I haue a sonne, I wish him so possest, but not with violence, yet say he doe climbe high, and reatch the top bough with a stricter course, I knowing not the manner nor the meanes, acquites me, and God giue, them ioy, my oath is cleere, and that's my warrant. Sir, I will trouble you to nigh, by this sad time his mone doth challenge comfort, and the councell whose loues he hath so often visited, heartned on by the Earle of Tumults meanes, they will adde present purpose as he begges it. but if the Earle know of my sons discharge, sign'd by his carelesse answere, t'would allay his hot endeuours with a cold responsall; but cease that, the time shall come—— Tis mine, the cause and all, pine let mee in them, if the sonne of hope shine as a troubled meatuare in the sky; tis our fates fortune, and no matter cause no remedy. True vantings of resolue, tis late, and custome challenges no right in me, to be so hurtfull to my selfe, the euenings aire is rawe and cold. Filbon follow vs, be you more temperate. You see what hurry threatnings this misdeede Wounds deepe are dangerous, though they hardly bleed Sir, I am lessond, As the boyes at schoole? Practise their knowledge by contrary rule. O I am slaine with wonder. Hath this life left in it a little breath, To blow out treason, reeke yee cloudes of shame, Putrifie all imagination, hold her at stearne, There let her sinke, neuer to win againe, Homers recouery, shall I say and thinke it? O— Haue I not beene in bed to night, and so Talke idly wanting sleepe, or rose from rest, As many troubled doe, acting like life, Awaking dead, for in that flattering feare, Perchaunce her reputation may be saued. No I am certaine in my feare, tis true, In yond black closset lies a wicked woman, (I will not say my mother, that names lost) In the twind brazings of the slaue her man. In Iames his armes, and shall I suffer it? O— To blab, it were to harould out my shame, In quarter'd scutchin of black obloquie, To murder one were most imparciall; Againe to turne hilles on this sinne, Would write me baude, but to be nobly satisfide Is a content licenc'd from equity. The knight shall know it, I will write to him, Startle his bold imagination with pale feare, Rose his reuengefull spirit on them both, And make me hopefull of his loue neglected, Forgiue me world, heauens iustice puts me on, And though a sonne, Ile punish both or none.