The Atheist's Tragedy, or The Honest Man's Revenge · chunk 25 of 41
Tourneur, Cyril · published 1611 · first performed or written 1611 [1607-1611] (Annals) tragedy · Unknown unassigned nearest T51 Parents and children: blessing, birthrig · 452 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T51: esau, iacob, father, son, isaac, god, love, birthright, parents, thing.
Well, come along. Daughter you do not well to urge me. I Ha'done no more than justice. Charlemont Shall die and rot in prison; and 'tis just. O Father! Mercy is an attribute As high as justice; an essential part Of his unbounded goodness, whose divine Impression, form, and image man should bear. And (methinks) Man should love to imitate His Mercy; since the only countenance Of justice, were destruction; if the sweet And loving favour of his mercy did Not mediate between it and our weakness. Forbear. You will displease me. He shall rot. Dear Sir! Since by your greatness, you Are nearer heaven in place; be nearer it In goodness. Rich men should transcend the poor, As clouds the earth; raised by the comfort of The Sun, to water dry and barren grounds. If neither the impression in your soul Of goodness; nor the duty of your place, As goodness substitute; can move you: then Let nature, which in Savages, in beasts, Can stir to pity, tell you that he is Your kinsman;— You expose your honesty To strange construction: Why should you so urge Release for Charlemont? Come you profess More nearness to him than your modesty Can answer. You have tempted my suspicion. I tell thee he shall starve, and die, and rot. Uncle, I thank you. Much good do it you.— Who did release him? I. You are a villain. You're my Father. I must temporize.— Nephe, had not his open freedom made My disposition known; I would ha' borne The course and inclination of my love According to the motion of the Sun, Invisibly enjoyed and understood. That shows your good works are directed to No other end then goodness. I was rash, I must confess. But— I will excuse you. To lose a Father, and (as you may think) Be disinherited (it must be granted) Are motives to impatience. But for death, Who can avoid it? And for his estate, In the uncertainty of both your lives, 'twas done discreetly to confer't upon A known Successor; being the next in blood. And one (dear Nephew) whom in time to come, You shall have cause to thank. I will not be Your dispossessor, but your Guardian. I will supply your Father's vacant place, To guide your green improvidence of youth; And make you ripe for your inheritance. Sir, I embrace your generous promises. Embracing? I behold the object that Mine eye affects. Dear cousin Charlemont. My elder Son! He meets you happily. For with the hand of our whole family We interchange th'indenture of our Loves. And I accept it. Yet not joyfully Because you're sick. Sir; His affection's sound, Though he be sick in body.
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Well, come along. Daughter you doe not well to vrge me. I Ha'done no more then Iustice. Charlemont Shall die and rot in prison; and t'is iust. O Father! Mercie is an attribute As high as Iustice; an essentiall part Of his vnbounded goodnesse, whose diuine Impression, forme, and image man should beare. And (me thinks) Man should loue to imitate His Mercie; since the onely countenance Of Iustice, were destruction; if the sweet And louing fauour of his mercie did Not mediate betweene it and our weakenesse. Forbeare. You will displease me. He shal rot. Deare Sir! Since by your greatnesse, you Are nearer heau'n in place; be nearer it In goodnesse. Rich men should transcend the poore, As clouds the earth; rais'd by the comfort of The Sunne, to water dry and barren grounds. If neither the impression in your soule Of goodnesse; nor the dutie of your place, As goodnesse substitute; can moue you: then Let nature, which in Sauages, in beasts, Can stirre to pittie, tell you that hee is Your kinsman;— You expose your honestie To strange construction: Why should you so vrge Release for Charlemont? Come you professe More nearenesse to him then your modestie Can answere. You haue tempted my suspition. I tell thee hee shall starue, and dye, and rot. Vncle, I thanke you. Much good do it you.—Who did release him? I. You are a villaine. Y'are my Father. I must temporize.— Nephew had not his open freedome made My disposition knowne; I would ha'borne The course and inclination of my loue According to the otion of the Sunne, Inuisibly inioyed and vnderstood. That showes your good works are directed to No other end then goodnesse. I was rash, I must confesse. But— I will excuse you. To lose a Father, and (as you may thinke) Be disinherited (it must be graunted) Are motiues to impatience. But for death, Who can auoide it? And for his estate, In the vncertaintie of both your liues, T'was done discreetly to conferre't vpon A knowne Successour; being the next in bloud. And one (deare Nephew) whom in time to come, You shall haue cause to thanke. I will not be Your dispossessour, but your Gardian. I will supply your Fathers vacant place, To guide your greene improuidence of youth; And make you ripe for your inheritance. Sir, I embrance your ge'rous promises. Embracing? I behold the obiect that Mine eye affects. Deere Cosin Charlemont. My elder Sonne! He meetes you happily. For with the hand of our whole family We enterchange th'indenture of our Loues. And I accept it. Yet not ioyfully Because y'are sicke. Sir; His affection's sound, Though hee be sicke in body.