Tailor, Robert · published 1614 · first performed or written 1613 [Feb 21] (Annals) comedy T5 Christian faith, sin and salvation typicality 0.76 · 472 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T5: god, christ, david, sin, holy, israel, lord, mercy, sins, faith.
Thanks unto heavens & thee thou holy man, I have attained what doth adorn man's being, That precious gem of reason, by which solely, We are discerned from rude and brutish beasts, No other difference being twixt us and them. How to repay this more than earthly kindness, Lies not within my power, but in his That hath endued thee with celestial gifts, To whom I'll pray, he may bestow on thee What thou deserv'st, blessed immortality. Which unto you befall, thereof most worthy: But virtuous sir, what I will now request From your true generous nature, is, that you would Be pleased to pardon that repentant Wight Whose sinful stories upon you trees bark, yourself did read, for that you say, to you Those wrongs were done. Indeed they were, and to, a dear wife lost; Yet I forgive him, as I wish the heavens May pardon me. So doth Maria to. Lives my Maria then? what gracious planet Gave thee safe conduct to these desert woods? My late mishap (repented now by all, And therefore pardoned) compelled me to fly, Where I had perished for want of food, Had not this courteous man awaked my sense, In which, death's self had partly interest. Alas Maria! I am so far indebted To him already, for the late recovery of My own weakness, that 'tis impossible For us to attribute sufficient thanks, For such abundant good. I rather ought to thank the heavens Creator, That he vouchsafed me such especial grace, In doing so small a good, which could I hourly Bestow on all, yet could I not assuage The swelling rancour of my forepast crimes. O sir, despair not for your course of life (were your sins far more odious than they be) Doth move compassion and pure clemency In the all-ruling judge, whose powerful mercy o'ersways his justice, and extends itself To all repentant minds, he's happier far That sins, and can repent him of his sin; Then the self justifier, who doth surmise By his own works to gain salvation, Seeming to reach at heaven and clasp damnation: You then are happy, and our penitent friend, To whose wished presence please you now to bring us, That in our gladsome arms we enfold His much esteemed person, and forgive The injuries of his rash follies past. Then see false Albert prostrate at your feet, Desiring justice for his heinous ill. Is it you Albert's self that hath preserved us? O blessed bewailer of thy misery! And woeful'st liver in calamity. From which, right worthy friend, it's now high time You be released, come then you shall with us, Our first and chiefest welcome my Maria, We shall receive at your good father's house; Who, as I do remember, in my frenzy Sent a kind letter which desired our presence.
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Thanks vnto heauens & thee thou holy man, I haue attain'd what doth adorne mans being, That pretious Iemme of reaſon, by which ſoly, We are diſcern'd from rude and brutiſh beaſts, No other difference being twixt vs and them. How to repay this more then earthly kindneſſe, Lies not within my power, but in his That hath indu'd thee with celeſtiall gifts, To whom Ile pray, he may beſtow on thee What thou deſerv'ſt, bleſt immortality. Which vnto you befall, thereof moſt worthy: But vertuous ſir, what I will now requeſt From your true generous nature, is, that you would Be pleas'd to pardon that repentant Wight Whoſe ſinfull ſtories vpon you trees barke, Your ſelfe did reade, for that you ſay, to you Thoſe wrongs were done. Indeed they were, and to, a deere wife loſt; Yet I forgiue him, as I wiſh the heauens May pardon me. So doth Maria to. Liues my Maria then? what gratious plannet Gaue thee ſafe conduct to theſe deſert woods? My late miſhap (repented now by all, And therfore pardon'd) compelled me to fly, Where I had periſhed for want of foode, Had not this courteous man awak't my ſence, In which, deaths ſelfe had partly intereſt. Alas Maria! I am ſo farre indebted To him already, for the late recouery of My owne weakneſſe, that tis impoſsible For vs to attribute ſufficient thankes, For ſuch aboundant good. I rather ought to thanke the heauens Creator, That he vouchſaf't me ſuch eſpeciall grace, In dooing ſo ſmall a good, which could I howerly Beſtowe on all, yet could I not aſſwage The ſwelling rancor of my fore-paſt crimes. O ſir, diſpaire not for your courſe of life (were your ſinnes farre more odious then they be) Doth moue compaſsion and pure clemency In the al-ruling Iudge, whoſe powerfull mercy Oreſwayes his iuſtice, and extends it ſelfe To all repentant mindes, hee's happier farre That ſinnes, and can repent him of his ſinne; Then the ſelfe iuſtifier, who doth ſurmiſe By his owne workes to gaine ſaluation, Seeming to reach at heauen and claſpe damnation: You then are happy, and our penitent friend, To whoſe wiſht preſence pleaſe you now to bring vs, That in our gladſome armes we infold His much eſteemed perſon, and forgiue The iniuries of his raſh follies paſt. Then ſee falſe Albert proſtrate at your feete, Deſiring Iuſtice for his haynous ill. Is it you Alberts ſelfe that hath preſerv'd vs? O bleſt bewailer of thy miſery! And woful'ſt liuer in calamity. From which, right worthy friend, its now high time You be releaſt, come then you ſhall with vs, Our firſt and chiefeſt welcome my Maria, We ſhall receaue at your good fathers houſe; Who, as I do remember, in my frenzy Sent a kinde letter which deſired our preſence.