Chapman, George · published 1613 · first performed or written 1610 [c.1610-1611] (Annals) tragedy · Children of the Queen's Revels · Whitefriars unassigned nearest T1 Death, grief and revenge · 491 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T1: death, life, dead, die, blood, revenge, soul, father, heart, heaven.
I fear your servant, madam: let's descend. Since I could skill of man, I never lived To please men worldly, and shall I in death, Respect their pleasures, making such a jar Betwixt my death and life, when death should make The consort sweetest; th'end being proof and crown To all the skill and worth we truly own? Guise, O my Lord, how shall I cast from me The bands and coverts hindering me from thee? The garment or the cover of the mind, The human soul is; of the soul, the spirit The proper rob is; of the spirit, the blood; And of the blood, the body is the shroud. With that must I begin then to unclothe, And come at th'other. Now then as a ship, Touching at strange, and far removed shores; Her men ashore go, for their several ends, Fresh water, victuals, precious stones, and pearl, All yet intentive when (the master calls, The Ship to put off ready) to leave all Their greediest labours, lest they there be left, To thieves, or beasts, or be the country's slaves: So, now my master calls, my ship, my venture All in one bottom put, all quite put off, Gone under sail, and I left negligent, To all the horrors of the vicious time, The far removed shores to all virtuous aims; None favouring goodness; none but he respecting Piety or manhood. Shall I here survive, Not cast me after him into the sea, Rather than here live, ready every hour To feed thieves, beasts, and be the slave of power? I come my Lord, Clermont thy creature comes. What? lie and languish, Clermont? Cursed man To leave him here thus: he hath slain himself. Misery on misery! O me wretched Dame Of all that breath, all heaven turn all his eyes, In hearty envy, thus on one poor dame. Well done my Brother: I did love thee ever, But now adore thee: loss of such a friend None should survive, of such a Brother; With my false husband live, and both these slain: Ere I return to him, I'll turn to earth. Horror of human eyes, O Clermont D'Ambois! madam, we stayed too long, your servant's slain. It must be so, he lived but in the Guise, As I in him. O follow life mine eyes. Hide, hide thy snaky head, to Cloisters fly, In penance pine, too easy 'tis to die. It is. In Cloisters than let's all survive. madam, since wrath nor grief can help these fortunes, Let us forsake the world, in which they reign, And for their wished amends to God complain. 'tis fit and only needful: lead me on, In heavens course comfort seek, in earth is none. we came indeed too late, which much I rue, And would have kept this Clermont as my crown. Take in the dead, and make this fatal room (The house shut up) the famous D'Ambois Tomb.
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I feare your seruant, Madame: let's descend. Since I could skill of man, I neuer liu'd To please men worldly, and shall I in death, Respect their pleasures, making such a iarre etwixt my death and life, when death should make The consort sweetest; th'end being proofe and crowne To all the skill and worth wee truely owne? Guise, O my Lord, how shall I cast from me The bands and couerts hindring me from thee? The garment or the couer of the minde, The humane soule is; of the soule, the spirit The proper robe is; of the spirit, the bloud; And of the bloud, the body is the shrowd. With that must I beginne then to vnclothe, And come at th'other. Now then as a ship, Touching at strange, and farre remoued shores; Her men a shore goe, for their seuerall ends, Fresh water, victuals, precious stones, and pearle, All yet intentiue when (the master cals, The Ship to put off ready) to leaue all Their greediest labours, lest they there be left, To theues, or beasts▪ or be the Countries slaues: So, now my master cals, my ship, my venture All in one bottome put, all quite put off, Gone vnder saile, and I left negligent, To all the horrors of the vicious time, The farre remou'd shores to all vertuous aimes; None fauouring goodnesse; none but he respecting Pietie or man-hood. Shall I here suruiue, Not cast me after him into the sea, Rather then here liue, readie euery houre To feede theeues, beasts, and be the slaue of power? I come my Lord, Clermont thy creature comes. What? lye and languish, Clermont? Cursed man To leaue him here thus: hee hath slaine himselfe. Misery on misery! O me wretched Dame Of all that breath, all heauen turne all his eyes, In harty enuie, thus on one poore dame. Well done my Brother: I did loue thee euer, But now adore thee: losse of such a friend None should suruiue, of such a Brother; With my false husband liue, and both these slaine: Ere I returne to him, Ile turne to earth. Horror of humane eys, O Clermont D'Ambois! Madame, wee staid too long, your seruant's slaine. It must be so, he liu'd but in the Guise, As I in him. O follow life mine eyes. Hide, hide thy snakie head, to Cloisters flie, In pennance pine, too easie tis to die. It is. In Cloisters then let's all suruiue. Madame, since wrath nor griefe can helpe these fortunes, Let vs forsake the world, in which they raigne, And for their wisht amends to God complaine. Tis fit and onely needfull: leade me on, In heauens course comfort seeke, in earth is none. Wee came indeede too late, which much I ue, And would haue kept this Clermont as my crowne. Take in the dead, and make this fatall roome (The house shut vp) the famous D'Ambois Tombe.