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 · 472 words
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Sir I am sorry. How can they excuse such wanton looseness, know they I stand here to thunder vengeance on their luxury. My mother's fast asleep, and I awake, am in a transive maze, unwitting how to make my peace with God herself and you. why are they not together? Not in bed. Thou shouldst with Argos hundred eyes, Search in the chinks and corners round about, It cannot be but she is extant there, ha, is she not? I am confounded in the search, please your justice be my torture, I have murdered innocence, sorrow is not the way, death is the least, I challenge cruelty and urge the exactest point of peril, slave that I am to live. A son, a son, to do so to a mother. Fare ye well, rather than be a witness of my wrong, I will not see myself in't, go thou worse then, I'll sacrifice to the devil, that tempted thee, all thy Distempered thoughts, cry mercy to her sects. To spotless innocence be free, say all thy treasons, Build on slippery ice, and thou art frozen cruelty, Sir, for your wrongs, if you remit black torture 'tis My hell, and I appeal to stern rigor, O you sons, Whose true obedience shines in majesty. While mine more ugly than is vulcan's tithy. Smells ranker than despised Hemlock Curse and ban him, I am your subject to't And every mother, whose snow innocence, Feels soft and tender, as the down on palm, Rate my rebellion with a blissless name, And for my sake give misadventure aim. Guide 'em to me, say I am such a son, Through whom a mother is so soon undone, Let me not see the while thou liv'st away, Let thy repentance show itself in this, Not to be seen where thou hast done amiss. caitiff depart. I will; this tongue that slandered, Be her slander still. It is too much already, was I bewitched, That thus at hood-man blind I dallied With her I honoured? o you times how have you Nursed me, but no more, Humil hath branded on his Mother's name, an Ethiop's blackness, and A spotted stain, forgive me that and all. What need I to afflict revenge on him That on himself exasperates, farewell thou pride Of sons, who to a father in supposition only and by law, art all so loving, that thy mother dallying With wantonness as girls with gauds, thou not respects The womb that brought thee forth, but ill attempting So, and so thou rumour'st, as the fault ripe in act, Is blown to air, and though her son thou Utterest what they were, thou shalt not lose by't Now it fits, I challenge from the offence some right, And add confine to this adultery Wife, wife, rise and come forth.
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Sir I am sorry. How can they excuse such wanton loosenesse, know they I stand here to thunder vengeance on their luxury. My mother's fast asleepe, and I awake, am in a transiue maze, vnwitting how to make my peace with God her selfe and you. why are they not together? Not in bed. Thou should'st with Argos hundred eyes, Search in the chinkes and corners round about, It cannot be but she is extant there, ha, is she not? I am confounded in the search, please your iustice be my torture, I haue murdered innocence, sorrow is not the way, death is the least, I challenge cruelty and vrge the exactest point of perill, slaue that I am to liue. A sonne, a sonne, to do so to a mother. Fare ye well, rather then be a witnes of my wrong, I will not see my selfe in't, go thou worse then, Ile sacrifice to the diuill, that tempted thee, all thy Distempered thoughts, cry mercy to her sectes. To spotlesse innocence be free, say all thy treasons, Build on slippery ice, and thou art frozen cruelty, Sir, for your wrongs, if you remit black torture tis My hell, and I appeale to sterne rigor, O you sonues, Whose true obedience shines in maiesty. While mine more vgly then is vulcans tithye. Smels ranker then despised Hemlocke Curse and ban him, I am your subiect to't And euery mother, whose snow innocence, Feeles soft and tender, as the downe on palme, Rate my rebellion with a blisseles name, And for my sake giue misaduenture aime. Guide 'hem to me, say I am such a sonne, Through whom a mother is so soone vndoone, Let me not see the while thou liu'st away, Let thy repentance shew it selfe in this, Not to be seene where thou hast done amisse. Catiue depart. I will; this tongue that slandered, Be her slaunder still. It is too much already, was I bewitcht, That thus at hud-man blind I dallied With her I honor'd? ô you times how haue you Nurst me, but no more, Humil hath branded on his Mothers name, an Aethyops blacknesse, and A spotted staine, forgiue me that and all. What need I to afflict reuenge on him That on himselfe exasperates, farewell thou pride Of sonnes, who to a father in supposition onely and by law, art all so louing, that thy mother dalling With wātones as girles with gauds, thou not respectes The womb that brought thee forth, but ill attempting So, and so thou rumorst, as the fault ripe in act, Is blowne to aire, and though her sonne thou Vtter'st what they were, thou shalt not loose by't Now it fits, I challenge from the offence some right, And adde confine to this adultery Wife, wife, rise and come forth.