The Atheist's Tragedy, or The Honest Man's Revenge · chunk 3 of 41
Tourneur, Cyril · published 1611 · first performed or written 1611 [1607-1611] (Annals) tragedy · Unknown unassigned nearest T51 Parents and children: blessing, birthrig · 533 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T51: esau, iacob, father, son, isaac, god, love, birthright, parents, thing.
My noble Father. The weakest sigh you breath, hath power to turn My strongest purpose; and your softest tear To melt my resolution to as soft Obedience. But my affection to the war, Is as hereditary as my blood, To every life of all my ancestry. Your predecessors were your precedents; And you are my example. Shall I serve For nothing but a vain Parenthesis, i'th' honoured story of your Family? Or hang but like an empty Scutcheon, Between the trophies of my predecessors. And the rich Arms of my posterity? There's not a Frenchman of good blood and youth' But either out of spirit or example, Is turned a Soldier. Only Charlemont Must be reputed that same heartless thing, That Cowards will be bold to play upon. Good morrow my Lord. Morrow good brother. Good morrow Uncle. Morrow kind Nephew. What? ha'you washed your eyes wi'tears this morning? Come: by my soul his purpose does deserve Your free consent. Your tenderness dissuades him. What to the Father of a Gentleman, Should be more tender than the maintenance And the increase of honour to his house? My Lord; here are my Boys. I should be proud That either this were able, or that inclined To be my nephews brave competitor. Your importunities have overcome. Pray God my forced grant prove not ominous. We have obtained it.— Ominous? in what? It cannot be in anything but death. And I am of a confident belief, That e'en the time, place, manner of our deaths, Do follow Fate with that necessity; That makes us sure to die. And in a thing Ordained so certainly unalterable, What can the use of providence prevail? Morrow my Lord Montferrers, Lord D'amville. Good morrow Gentlemen. Cousin Charlemont! Kindly good morrow. Troth I was afeard I should ha' come too late, to tell you that I wish your undertakings a success That may deserve the measure of their worth. My Lord; my duty would not let me go, Without receiving your commandments. Accomplements are more for ornament, Then use. we should employ no time in them, But what our serious business will admit. Your favour had by his duty been prevented, If we had not withheld him in the way. He was a-coming to present his service. But now no more. The Cook invites to breakfast. willt please your Lordship enter.— Noble Lady. My noble Mistress! this accomplishment Is like an elegant and moving speech, Composed of many sweet persuasive points, Which second one another, with a fluent Increase, and confirmation of their force, Reserving still the best until the last, To crown the strong impulsion of the rest With a full conquest of the hearers sense: Because th'impression of the last we speak Doth always longest and most constantly Possess the entertainment of remembrance. So all that now salute my taking leave, Have added numerously to the love, Wherewith I did receive their courtesy. But you (dear Mistress) being the last and best That speaks my farewell; like th'imperious close Of a most sweet Oration, wholly have Possessed my liking, and shall ever live Within the soul of my true memory. So (Mistress) with this kiss I take my leave.
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My noble Father. The weakest sigh you breath, hath power to turne My strongest purpose; and your softest teare To melt my resolution to as soft Obedience. But my affection to the warre, Is as heriditary as my bloud, To eu'ry life of all my ancestry. Your predecessours were your presidents; And you are my example. Shall I serue For nothing but a vaine Parenthesis, I'th'honour'd story of your Familie? Or hang but like an emptie Scutcheon, Betweene the trophee's of my predecessours. And the rich Armes of my posteritie? There's not a French-man of good bloud and youth' But eyther out of spirit or example, Is turn'd a Souldier. Onely Charlemont Must be reputed that same heartlesse thing, That Cowards will be bold to play vpon. Good morrow my Lord. Morrow good brother. Good morrow Vncle. Morrow knide Nephew. What? ha'you wash'd your eyes wi'teares this morning? Come: by my soule his purpose does deserue Your free consent. Your tendernesse disswades him. What to the Father of a Gentleman, Should be more tender then the maintenance And the increase of honour to his house? My Lord; here are my Boyes. I should be proud That eyther this were able, or that inclin'd To be my Nephewes braue competitor. Your importunities haue ouercome. Pray God my forc'd graunt proue not ominous. We haue obtain'd it.—Ominous? in what? It cannot be in anything but death. And I am of a confident beliefe, That eu'n the time, place, manner of our deathes, Doe follow Fate with that necessitie; That makes vs sure to dye. And in a thing Ordain'd so certainly vnalterable, What can the vse of prouidence preuaile? Morrow my Lord Montferrers, Lord D'amville. Good morrow Gentlemen. Couzen Charlemont! Kindly good morrow. Troth I was afeard I should ha come too late, to tell you that I wish your vndertakings a successe That may deserue the measure of their worth. My Lord; my dutie would not let me goe, Without receiuing your commandements. Accomplements are more for ornament, Then vse. Wee should imploy no time in them, But what our serious businesse will admit. Your fauour had by his duty beene preuented, If we had not with-held him in the way. Hee was o'comming to present his seruice. But now no more. The Cooke inuites to breakfast. Wilt please your Lordship enter.—Noble Lady. My noble Mistresse! this accomplement Is like an elegant and mouing speech, Compos'd of many sweete perswasiue points, Which second one onother, with a fluent Increase, and confirmation of their force, Reseruing still the best vntill the last, To crowne the strong impulsion of the rest With a full conquest of the hearers sense: Because th'impression of the last we speake Doth alwayes longest and most constantly Possesse the entertainment of remembrance. So all that now salute my taking leaue, Haue added numerously to the loue, Wherewith I did receiue their courtesie. But you (deare Mistresse) being the last and best That speakes my farewell; like th'imperious cloze Of a most sweete Oration, wholy haue Possess'd my liking, and shall euer liue Within the soule of my true memory. So (Mistresse) with this kisse I take my leaue.