The Atheist's Tragedy, or The Honest Man's Revenge · chunk 22 of 41
Tourneur, Cyril · published 1611 · first performed or written 1611 [1607-1611] (Annals) tragedy · Unknown unassigned nearest T1 Death, grief and revenge · 477 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T1: death, life, dead, die, blood, revenge, soul, father, heart, heaven.
Heaven knows I am unguilty of this act. Why? were't thou forced to do't? Heaven knows I was. What villain did it? Your Uncle' D'amville. And he that dispossessed my love of you; Hath disinherited you of possession. Disinherited? wherein have I deserved To be deprived of my dear Father's love? Both of his love and him. His soul's at rest. But here your injured patience may behold The signs of his lamented memory. H'as found it. When I took him for a Ghost, I could endure the torment of my fear; More easily than I can his sorrows hear. Of all men's griefs must mine be singular? Without example? Here I met my grave. And all men's woes are buried i' their graves But mine. In mine my miseries are borne. I pray sorrow leave a little room, In my confounded and tormented mind; For understanding to deliberate The cause or author of this accident.— A close advantage of my absence made, To dispossess me both of land and wife: And all the profit does arise to him, By whom my absence was first moved and urged. These circumstances (Uncle) tell me, you Are the suspected author of those wrongs. Whereof the lightest, is more heavy than The strongest patience can endure to bear. Now Sir! your business? My Annuity. Not a denier. How would you ha'me live? Why turn crier. Cannot you turn Crier? Yes. Then do so, youhave a good voice for't. You're excellent at crying of a Rape. Sir, I confess in particular respect to yourself, I was somewhat forgetful. General honesty possessed me. Go, thouart the base corruption of my blood; And like a Tetter grows't unto my flesh. Inflict any punishment upon me. The severity shall not discourage me, if it be not shameful; so you'll but put money i'my purse. The want of money makes a free spirit more mad than the possession does an Usurer. Not a farthing. Would you ha'me turn purse-taker? 'tis the next way to do't. For want is like the rack; it draws a man to endanger himself to the gallows rather than endure it. What art thou? Stay. Assist my troubled sense. My apprehension will distract me. Stay. What art thou? speak. The spirit of Charlemont. O stay! compose me. I dissolve. No. 'tis profane. Spirits are invisible. 'tis the fiend i'the likeness of Charlemont. I will have no conversation with Sathan. The Spirit of Charlemont? I'll try that. 'Fore God thou sayest true, thouart all Spirit. Go call the Officers. thouart a villain; and the Son of a villain. You lie. Have at thee. Revenge to thee I'll dedicate this work. Hold Charlemont! Let him revenge my murder, and thy wrongs, To whom the justice of Revenge belongs. You torture me between the passion of my blood, and the religion of my soul,
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Heau'n knowes I am vnguiltie of this act. Why? wer't thou forc'd to doe't? Heau'n knowes I was. What villaine did it? Your Vncle 'D'amville. And he that dispossess'd my loue of you; Hath disinherited you of possession. Disinherited? wherein haue I deseru'd To be depriu'd of my deare Fathers loue? Both of his loue and him. His soule's at rest. But here your iniur'd patience may behold The signes of his lamented memorie. H'as found it. When I tooke him for a Ghoast, I could endure the torment of my feare; More eas'ly then I can his sorrowes heare. Of all mens griefes must mine be singular? Without example? Heere I met my graue. And all mens woes are buried i' their graues But mine. In mine my miseries are borne. I pr'ithee sorrow leaue a little roome, In my confounded and tormented mind; For vnderstanding to deliberate The cause or author of this accident.— A close aduantage of my absence made, To dispossesse me both of land and wife: And all the profit does arise to him, By whom my absence was first mou'd and vrg'd. These circumstances (Vncle) tell me, you Are the suspected author of those wrongs. Whereof the lightest, is more heauie then The strongest patience can endure to beare. Now Sir! your businesse? My Annuitie. Not a deniere. How would you ha'me liue? Why turne Cryer. Cannot you turne Cryer? Yes. Then doe so, y'haue a good voice for't. Y'are excellent at crying of a Rape. Sir, I confesse in particular respect to your selfe, I was somewhat forgetfull. Gen'rall honestie possess'd me. Goe, th'art the base corruption of my bloud; And like a Tetter growes't vnto my flesh. Inflict any punishment vpon me. The seueritie shall not discourage me, if it be not shamefull; so you'l but put money i'my purse. The want of money makes a free spirit more mad then the possession does an Vsurer. Not a farthing. Would you ha'me turne purse-taker? T'is the next way to doe't. For want is like the Racque; it drawes a man to endanger himselfe to the gallowes rather then endure it. What art thou? Stay. Assist my troubled sence. My apprehension will distract me. Stay. What art thou? speake. The spirit of Charlemont. O stay! compose me. I dissolue. No. T'is prophane. Spirits are inuisible. T'is the fiend i'the likenesse of Charlemont. I will haue no conuersation with Sathan. The Spirit of Charlemont? I'le try that. 'Fore God thou sayest true, th'art all Spirit. Goe call the Officers. Th'art a villaine; and the Sonne of a villaine. You lye. Haue at thee. Reuenge to thee Ile dedicate this worke. Hold Charlemont! Let him reuenge my murder, and thy wrongs, To whom the lustice of Reuenge belongs. You torture me betweene the passion of my bloud, and the religion of my soule,