Beaumont, Francis · published 1613 · first performed or written 1607 (Annals) comedy · Children of the Queen's Revels unassigned nearest T1 Death, grief and revenge · 501 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T1: death, life, dead, die, blood, revenge, soul, father, heart, heaven.
Yet liberal I was and gave her pins, And money for her father's Officers. I then returned home, and thrust myself In action, and by all men chosen was Lord of the May, where I did flourish it, With scarves and Rings, and Posy in my hand, After this action, I preferred was, And chosen City Captain at Mile-end, With hat and feather and with leading staff, And trained my men and brought them all off clear, Save one man that bewrayed him with the noise. But all these things I Raph did undertake, Only for my beloved Susan's sake. Then coming home, and sitting in my Shop With Apron blue, death came unto my Stall To cheapen Aquavitae, but ere I Could take the bottle down, and fill a taste, Death caught a pound of Pepper in his hand, And sprinkled all my face and body over, And in an instant vanished away. 'Tis a pretty fiction i'faith. Then took I up my Bow and Shaft in hand, And walked into Moore-fields to cool myself, But there grim cruel death met me again, And shot this forked arrow through my head, And now I faint, therefore be warned by me, My fellows every one of forked heads. Farewell all you good boys in merry London, near shall we more upon Shrove-tuesday meet And pluck down houses of iniquity. My pain increaseth, I shall never more Hold open, whilst another pumps both legs, Nor daub a Satin gown with rotten eggs: Set up a stake, o never more I shall, I die, fly, fly my soul to grocer's Hall. oh, oh, oh, etc. Well said Raph, do your obeisance to the Gentlemen and go your ways, well said Raph. methinks all we, thus kindly and unexpectedly reconciled should not depart without a song. A good motion. Strike up then. Better Music near was known, Than a choir of hearts in one. Let each other that hath been, Troubled with the gall or spleen: Learn of us to keep his brow, Smooth and plain as ours are now. Sing though before the hour of dying He shall rise and then be crying. hay ho, 'tis nought but mirth. That keeps the body from the earth. Come Nell, shall we go, the Plays done. Nay by my faith George, I have more manners than so, I'll speak to these Gentlemen first: I thank you all Gentlemen, for your patience and countenance to Raph, a poor fatherless child, and if I might see you at my house, it should go hard, but I would have a pottle of wine and a pipe of Tobacco for you, for truly I hope you do like the youth, but I would be glad to know the truth: I refer it to your own discretions, whether you will applaud him or no, for I will wink, and whilst you shall do what you will, I thank you with all my heart, God give you good night; come George.
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Yet liberall I was and gaue her pinnes, And money for her fathers Officers. I then returned home, and thrust my selfe In action, and by all men chosen was Lord of the May, where I did flourish it, With Skarfes and Rings, and Posie in my hand, After this action, I preferred was, And chosen Citty Captaine at Mile-end, With hat and feather and with leading staffe, And train'd my men and brought them all off cleere, Saue one man that berai'd him with the noise. But all these things I Raph did vndertake, Onely for my beloued Susans sake. Then comming home, and sitting in my Shop With Apron blew, death came vnto my Stall To cheapen Aqua-vitae, but ere I Could take the bottle downe, and fill a taste, Death caught a pound of Pepper in his hand, And sprinkled all my face and body ore, And in an instant vanished away. 'Tis a pretty fiction i'faith. Then tooke I vp my Bow and Shaft in hand, And walkt into Moore-fields to coole my selfe, But there grim cruell death met me againe, And shot this forked arrow through my head, And now I faint, therefore be warn'd by me, My fellowes euery one of forked heads. Fare-well all you good boies in merry London, Nere shall we more vpon Shroue-tuesday meete And plucke downe houses of iniquitie. My paine increaseth, I shall neuer more Hold open, whilst another pumpes both legs, Nor daube a Satten gowne with rotten egs: Set vp a stake, ô neuer more I shall, I die, flie, flie my soule to Grocers Hall. oh, oh, oh, &c. Well said Raph, doe your obeysance to the Gentlemen and go your waies, well said Raph. Me thinkes all we, thus kindly and vnexpectedly reconciled should not depart without a song. A good motion. Strike vp then. Better Musicke nere was knowne, Then a quire of hearts in one. Let each other that hath beene, Troubled with the gall or spleene: Learne of vs to keepe his brow, Smoth and plaine as ours are now. Sing though before the houre of dying He shall rise and then be crying. Hey ho, 'tis nought but mirth. That keepes the body from the earth. Come Nel, shall we go, the Plaies done. Nay by my faith George, I haue more manners then so, I'le speake to these Gentlemen first: I thanke you all Gentlemen, for your patience and countenane to Raph, a poore fatherlesse child, and if I might see you at my house, it should go hard, but I would haue a pottle of wine and a pipe of Tobacco for you, for truely I hope you do like the youth, but I would bee glad to know the truth: I referre it to your owne discretions, whether you will applaud him or no, for I will winke, and whilst you shall do what you will, I thanke you with all my heart, God giue you good night; come George.