Chapman, George · published 1613 · first performed or written 1610 [c.1610-1611] (Annals) tragedy · Children of the Queen's Revels · Whitefriars unassigned nearest T40 Sin, guilt and violent loss within famil · 490 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T40: brother, death, life, die, heaven, sin, live, father, blood, soul.
Well sir, I'll bear it; youhave a Brother to, Bursts with like threats, the scarlet Cardinal: Seek, and lay hands on him; and take this hence, Their bloods, for all you, on my conscience. So sir, your full swinge take; mine, death hath curbed. Clermont, farewell: O didst thou see but this: But it is better, see by this the Ice Broke to thine own blood, which thou wilt despise, When thou hear'st mine shed. Is there no friend here Will bear my love to him? I will, my Lord. Thanks with my last breath: recommend me then To the most worthy of the race of men. Who have you let into my house? ay, none. 'tis false, I savour the rank blood of foes In every corner. That you may do well, It is the blood you lately shed, you smell. 'Sdeath the vault opes. What vault? hold your sword. No, let him use it. Treason, murder, murder. Exclaim not; 'tis in vain, and base in you, Being one, to only one. O bloody strumpet! With what blood charge you her? it may be mine As well as yours; there shall not any else Enter or touch you: I confer no guards, Nor imitate the murderous course you took; But single here, will have my former challenge, Now answered single, not a minute more My brother's blood shall stay for his revenge, If I can act it; if not, mine shall add A double conquest to you, that alone Put it to fortune now, and use no odds. Storm not, nor beat yourself thus 'gainst the doors, Like to a savage vermin in a trap: All doors are sure made, and you cannot scape, But by your valour, No, no, come and kill me. If you will die so like a beast, you shall, But when the spirit of a man may save you, Do not so shame man, and a Noble man. I do not show this baseness, that I fear thee, But to prevent and shame thy victory, Which of one base is base, and so I'll die. Here then. Stay, hold, one thought hath hardened me, And since I must afford thee victory, It shall be great and brave, if one request Thou wilt admit me. What's that? Give me leave To fetch and use the sword thy Brother gave me When he was bravely giving up his life. No, I'll not fight against my brother's sword, Not that I fear it, but since 'tis a trick, For you to show your back. By all truth, no: Take but my honourable oath, I will not. Your honourable oath, plain truth no place has Where oaths are honourable. Trust not his oath. He will lie like a Lapwing, when she flies Far from her sought nest, still here 'tis she cries. Out on thee dam of Devils, I will quite Disgrace thy braves conquest, die, not fight.
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Well sir, Ile beare it; y'haue a Brother to, Bursts with like threates, the skarlet Cardinall: Seeke, and lay hands on him; and take this hence, Their blouds, for all you, on my conscience. So sir, your full swindge take; mine, death hath curb'd. Clermont, farewell: O didst thou see but this: But it is better, see by this the Ice Broke to thine owne bloud, which thou wilt despise, When thou hear'st mine shed. Is there no friend here Will beare my loue to him? I will, my Lord. Thankes with my last breath: recommend e then To the most worthy of the race of men. Who haue you let into my house? I, none. Tis false, I sauour the rancke bloud of foes In euery corner. That you may doe well, It is the bloud you lately shed, you smell. Sdeath the vault opes. What vault? hold your sword. No, let him vse it. Treason, murther, murther. Exclaime not; tis in vaine, and base in you, Being one, to onely one. O bloudy strumpet! With what bloud charge you her? it may be mine As well as yours; there shall not any else Enter or touch you: I conferre no guards, Nor imitate the murtherous course you tooke; But single here, will haue my former challenge, Now answer'd single, not a minute more My brothers bloud shall stay for his reuenge, If I can act it; if not, mine shall adde A double conquest to you, that alone Put it to fortune now, and vse no ods. Storme not, nor beate your selfe thus gainst the dores, Like to a sauage vermine in a trap: All dores are sure made, and you cannot scape, But by your valour, No, no, come and kill me. If you will die so like a beast, you shall, But when the spirit of a man may saue you, Doe not so shame man, and a Noble man. I doe not show this basenesse, that I feare thee, But to preuent and shame thy victory, Which of one base is base, and so Ile die. Here then. Stay, hold, one thought hath harden'd me, And since I must afford thee victorie, It shall be great and braue, if one request Thou wilt admit mee. What's that? Giue me leaue To fetch and vse the sword thy Brother gaue mee When he was brauely giuing vp his life. No, Ile not fight against my brothers sword, Not that I feare it, but since tis a tricke, For you to show your backe. By all truth, no: Take but my honourable othe, I will not. Your honourable othe, plaine truth no place ha Where othes are honourable. Trust not his othe. Hee will lie like a Lapwing, when shee flyes Farre from her sought nest, still here tis shee cryes. Out on thee damme of Diuels, I will quite Disgrace thy braues conquest, die, not fight.