Chapman, George · published 1613 · first performed or written 1610 [c.1610-1611] (Annals) tragedy · Children of the Queen's Revels · Whitefriars T40 Sin, guilt and violent loss within famil typicality 0.80 · 499 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T40: brother, death, life, die, heaven, sin, live, father, blood, soul.
Your Brother absents himself of purpose. That's a sound one. That's a lie. Get on your Scotch horse, and retire to your strength; you know where it is, and there it expects you: Believe this as your best friend had sworn it. Farewell if you will. Anonymos. What's that? Without a name. And all his notice too, without all truth. So I conceive it Sister: i'll not wrong My well known Brother for Anonymos, Some fool hath put this trick on you, yet more T'uncover your defect of spirit and valour. First shown in lingering my dear Brother's wreak. See what it is to give the envious World Advantage to diminish eminent virtue. Send him a Challenge? Take a noble course To wreak a murder, done so like a villain? Shall we revenge a villainy with villainy? Is it not equal? Shall we equal be With villains? Is that your reason? Cowardice evermore Flies to the shield of Reason. Nought that is Approved by Reason, can be Cowardice. Dispute when you should fight. Wrong wreaklesse Makes men die honourless: One borne, another (sleeping, Leaps on our shoulders. we must wreak our wrongs So, as we take not more. One wreaked in time Prevents all other. Then shines virtue most When time is found for facts; and found, not lost. No time occurs to Kings, much less to Virtue; Not can we call it Virtue that proceeds From vicious Fury. I repent that ever (By any instigation in th'appearance My Brother's spirit made, as I imagined) That e'er I yielded to revenge his murder. All worthy men should ever bring their blood To bear all ill, not to be wreaked with good: Do ill for no ill: Never private cause Should take on it the part of public Laws. A D'Ambois bear in wrong so tame a spirit! madam, be sure there will be time enough For all the vengeance your great spirit can wish. The course yet taken is allowed by all, Which being noble, and refused by th'earl, Now makes him worthy of your worst advantage: And I have cast a project with the Countess To watch a time when all his wariest Guards Shall not exempt him. Therefore give him breathe; Sure Death delayed is a redoubled Death. Good Sister trouble not yourself with this: Take other ladies care; practise your face. There's the chaste Matron, madam Perigot, Dwells not far hence, I'll ride and send her to you, She did live by retailing maidenheads In her minority: but now she deals In wholesale altogether for the Court. I tell you, she's the only fashion-monger, For your complexion, powdering of your hair, Shadows, Rebates, Wires, tires, and such tricks, That Cambray, or I think, the Court affords: She shall attend you Sister, and with these Womanly practises imply your spirit; This other suits you not, nor fits the fashion. Though she be dear, lay't on, spare for no cost, Ladies in these have all their bounties lost.
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Your Brother absents himselfe of purpose. That's a sound one. That's a lye. Get on your Scotch horse, and retire to your strength; you know where it is, and there it expects you: Beleeue this as your best friend had sworne it. Fare-well if you will. Anonymos. What's that? Without a name. And all his notice too, without all truth. So I conceiue it Sister: ile not wrong My well knowne Brother for Anonymos, Some foole hath put this tricke on you, yet more T'vncouer your defect of spirit and valour. First showne in lingring my deare Brothers wreake. See what it is to giue the enuious World Aduantage to diminish eminent virtue. Send him a Challenge? Take a noble course To wreake a murther, done so like a villaine? Shall we reuenge a villanie with villanie? Is it not equall? Shall wee equall be With villaines? Is that your reason? Cowardise euermore Flyes to the shield of Reason. Nought that is Approu'd by Reason, can be Cowardise. Dispute when you should fight. Wrong wreaklesse Makes men dye honorlesse: One borne, another (sleeping, Leapes on our shoulders. Wee must wreake our wrongs So, as wee take not more. One wreakt in time Preuents all other. Then shines vertue most When time is found for facts; and found, not lost. No time occurres to Kings, much lesse to Vertue; Not can we call it Vertue that proceedes From vicious Fury. I repent that euer (By any instigation in th'appearance My Brothers spirit made, as I imagin'd) That e'er I yeelded to reuenge his murther. All worthy men should euer bring their bloud To beare all ill, not to be wreakt with good: Doe ill for no ill: Neuer priuate cause Should take on it the part of publike Lawes. A D'Ambois beare in wrong so tame a spirit! Madame, besure there will be time enough For all the vengeance your great spirit can wish. The course yet taken is allow'd by all, Which being noble, and refus'd by th'Earle, Now makes him worthy of your worst aduantage: And I haue cast a proiect with the Countesse To watch a time when all his wariest Guards Shall not exempt him. Therefore giue him breath; Sure Death delaid is a redoubled Death. Good Sister trouble not your selfe with this: Take other Ladyes care; practise your face. There's the chaste Matron, Madame Perigot, Dwels not farre hence, Ile ride and send her to you, Shee did liue by retailing maydenheads In her minoritie: but now shee deales In whole-sale altogether for the Court. I tell you, shee's the onely fashion-monger, For your complexion, poudring of your haire, Shadowes, Rebatoes, Wires, Tyres, and such trickes, That Cambray, or I thinke, the Court affords: She shall attend you Sister, and with these Womanly practises emply your spirit; This other suites you not, nor fits the fashion. Though shee be deare, lay't on, spare for no cost, Ladies in these haue all their bounties lost.