The Atheist's Tragedy, or The Honest Man's Revenge · chunk 31 of 41
Tourneur, Cyril · published 1611 · first performed or written 1611 [1607-1611] (Annals) tragedy · Unknown unassigned nearest T1 Death, grief and revenge · 465 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T1: death, life, dead, die, blood, revenge, soul, father, heart, heaven.
Kiss me, I warrant thee my breath is sweet. These dead men's bones lie here of purpose to invite us to supply the number of the living. Come; we'll get young bones and do't. I will enjoy thee. No? Nay then invoke your great supposed protector; I will do't. Supposed protector? Are y'an Atheist? Then, I know my prayers and tears are spent in vain. O patient Heaven! Why dost thou not express thy wrath in thunderbolts; to tear the frame of man in pieces? How can earth endure the burden of this wickedness without an earthquake? Or the angry face of Heaven be not inflamed with lightning. Conjure up the Devil and his Dam; Cry to the graves; the dead can hear thee; invocate their help. O would this grave might open, and my body were bound to the dead carcase of a man for ever, ere it entertain the lust of this detested villain. Tereas-like, thus I will force my passage to— The Devil. Charlemont rises in the disguise and frights D'amville away. Now Lady! with the hand of Charlemont, I thus redeem you from the arm of lust.— My Castabella! My dear Charlemont! For all my wrongs I thank thee gracious Heaven; thoust made me satisfaction; to reserve me for this blessed purpose. Now sweet Death, I'll bid thee welcome. Come. I'll guard thee home; and then I'll cast myself into the arms of apprehension, that the law may make this worthy work, the crown of all my actions being the best and last. The last? The law? Now Heaven forbid! what ha'you done? Why, I have killed a man; not murdered him, my Castabella; He would ha' murdered me. Then Charlemont; the hand of Heaven directed thy defence. That wicked Atheist, I suspect his plot. My life he seeks. I would he had it since he has deprived me of those blessings that should make me love it; Come; I'll give it him. You sha'not. I will first expose myself to certain danger, then for my defence destroy the man that saved me from destruction. Thou canst not satisfy me better, than to be the instrument of my release from misery. Then work it by escape. Leave me to this protection that still guards the innocent; Or I will be a partner in your destiny. My soul is heavy. Come; lie down to rest; These are the pillows whereon men sleep best. Soquette! Soquette! Soquette! O art thou there?— He mistakes the body of Borachio for Soquette. Verily thou liest in a fine premeditate readiness for the purpose. Come kiss me sweet Soquette.— Now purity defend me from the sin of Sodom.— This is a creature of the masculine gender.— Verily the Man is blasted.— Yea? cold and stiff?— Murder, murder,
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Kisse me, I warrant thee my breath is sweet. These dead mens bones lie heere of purpose to inuite vs to supply the number of the liuing. Come; we'l get young bones and doe't. I will enioy thee. No? Nay then inuoke your great suppos'd protectour; I will doe't. Suppos'd protectour? Are y'an Athiest? Then, I know my prayers and teares are spent in vaine. O patient Heau'n! Why doest thou not expresse thy wrath in thunderbolts; to teare the frame of man in pieces? How can earth endure the burthen of this wickednesse without an earthquake? Or the angry face of Heau'n be not enflam'd with lighning. Coniure vp the Diuell and his Dam; Crie to the graues; the dead can heare thee; inuocate their helpe. O would this graue might open, and my body were bound to the dead carkasse of a man for euer, e're it entertaine the lust of this detested villaine. Tereas-like, thus I will force my passage to— The Diuell. Charlemont the disguise and frights D'amville away. Now Lady! with the hand of Charlemont, I thus redeeme you from the arme of lust.—My Castabella! My deare Charlemont! For all my wrongs I thanke thee gracious Heau'n; th'ast made me satisfaction; to reserue me for this blessed purpose. Now sweet Death, I'le bid thee welcome. Come. I'le guard thee home; and then I'le cast my selfe into the armes of apprehension, that the law may make this worthie worke, the crowne of all my actions being the best and last. The last? The law? Now Heau'n forbid! what ha'you done? Why, I haue kill'd a man; not murder'd him, my Castabella; He would ha'murder'd me. Then Charlemont; the hand of Heau'n directed thy defence. That wicked Athiest, I suspect his plot. My life he seekes. I would he had it since he has depriu'd mee of those blessings that should make mee loue it; Come; I'le giue it him. You sha'not. I will first expose my selfe to certaine danger, then for my defence destroy the man that sau'd mee from destruction. Thou canst not satisfie me better, then to be the instrument of my release from miserie. Then worke it by escape. Leaue mee to this protection that still guards the innocent; Or I will be a partner in your destinie. My soule is heauie. Come; lie downe to rest; These are the pillowes whereon men sleepe best. Soquette! Soquette! Soquette! O art thou there?— He mistakes the body of Borachio for Soquette. Verily thou lyest in a fine premiditate readinesse for the purpose. Come kisse me sweet Soquette.—Now puritie defend me from the sinne of Sodom.—This is a creature of the maculine gender.—Verily the Man is blasted.— Yea? cold and stiffe?—Murder, murder, murder.