The Valiant Welshman (Caradoc the Great) · chunk 4 of 32
A., R. · published 1615 · first performed or written 1612 [1610-1615] (Annals) history · Prince Henry's Men T40 Sin, guilt and violent loss within famil typicality 0.77 · 466 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T40: brother, death, life, die, heaven, sin, live, father, blood, soul.
Eternal peace, free from the hate of men, Inspheare thy soul, and mount it to the stars. Brothers, surcease your grief, go to the field, Cheer up the Soldiers, whilst I single forth This bloody Monmouth, that I may sacrifice His canceled life unto my father's ghost, And rid the land of this Egean filth, His usurpation stables. Oh, 'tis good, To scourge with death, that crying sin of blood. Cousin Caradoc, well, in all these pribble prabbles, I pray you, how doth our uncle Cadallan? be Cad, I heard he had got a knock: if it be so, I pray you look that the lean Cannibal, what do you call him that eat up Iulius Caesar's and Pompeyeses: a saucy knave, that cares no more for Kings, then lousy beggars & Chimney-sweepers. Why, death, man. ay, I, Death, a pox on her: as Cad shudge me, he will eat more Emperors and Kings at one meal, than some tailors halfpenny loaves, or Usurers decayed shentlemen in a whole year: therefore I pray you Cousin, have a care of her uncle. He is in heaven already. In heaven! why did you let her go thither? It is a place of rest, and Angels bliss. Angels! Cots blue-hood: I warrant her, there is ne'er a Lawyer in the whole orld, but had rather have eleven shillings, than the best Anshell in heaven. I pray you who sent her thither? I cannot tell, but from his dying tongue He did report Monmouth the bloody means. Monmouth! Iesu Christ! did he send her uncle to Saint Peters and Saint Paul's, and not suffer her cousin Morgan to bid her Nos Dhi●u? hark you, Cousin, I'll seek her out be Cad. Farewell, Cousin, I'll make her pring pack her Nuncle with a venshance. Farewell, good Cousin; whilst I range about The mangled bodies of this bloody field, To find the Traitor forth, whose spotted soul I'll send posthaste unto that low Abyss, That with the snaky furies he may dwell, And ease Prometheus of his pains in hell. Turn thee, Usurper, Harpey of this Clime, Ambitious villain, damned homicide. Fondling, thou speakest in too mild consonants: Thy airy words cannot awake my spleen: Thou woundst the subtle body of the air, In whose concavity we stand immured: Thou givest me cordials, and not vomits now: Thy Physic will not work: these names thou speak'st, Fill up each spongy poor wiihin my flesh, With joy intolerable: and thy kind salutes Of villainy, and ambition, best befits The royal thoughts of Kings: Read Machiavelli: Princes thus would aspire, must mock at hell. Out, thou incarnate Devil; guard thee, slave: Although thou fear'st not hell, I'll dig thy grave. Stay, Prince, take measure of me first. The Devil hath donè that long ago.
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Eternall peace, free from the hate of men, Inspheare thy soule, and mount it to the stars. Brothers, surcease your griefe, goe to the field, Cheare vp the Souldiers, whilst I single forth This bloudy Monmouth, that I may sacrifice His canceld life vnto my fathers ghost, And rid the land of this Egean filth, His vsurpation stables. Oh, tis good, To scourge with death, that crying sinne of bloud. Cousin Caradoc, well, in all these pribble prabbles, I pray you, how dooth our vncle Cadallan? bee Cad, I heard he had got a knocke: if it bee so, I pray you looke that the leane Caniball, what doe you call him that eate vp Iulius Cesars and Pompeyes: a saucy knaue, that cares no more for Kings, then lowsie beggers & Chimney-sweepers. Why, death, man. I, I, Death, a poxe on her: as Cad shudge mee, hee will eate more Emperours and Kings at one meale, then some Taylors halfepenny loaues, or Vsurers decayed shentlemen in a whole yeare: therefore I pray you Cousin, haue a care of her vncle. He is in heauen already. In heauen! why did you let her goe thither? It is a place of rest, and Angels blisse. Angells! Cots blue-hood: I warrant her, there is ne're a Lawyer in the whole orld, but had rather haue eleuen shillings, then the best Anshell in heauen. I pray you who sent her thither? I cannot tell, but from his dying tongue He did report Monmouth the bloudy meanes. Monmouth! Iesu Christ! did hee send her vncle to Saint Peters and Saint Paules, and not suffer her cousin Morgan to bid her Nos Dhiu? harke you, Cousin, Ile seeke her out be Cad. Farewell, Cousin, Ile make her pring packe her Nuncle with a venshance. Farewell, good Cousin; whilst I range about The mangled bodies of this bloudy field, To finde the Traytor forth, whose spoted soule Ile send posthaste vnto that low Abisse, That with the snaky furies he may dwell, And ease Prometheus of his paines in hell. Turne thee, Vsurper, Harpey of this Clime, Ambitious villaine, damned homicide. Fondling, thou speakest in too milde consonants: Thy ayry words cannot awake my spleene: Thou woundst the subtle body of the ayre, In whose concauity we stand immured: Thou giuest me cordials, and not vomits now: Thy Physicke will not worke: these names thou speakst, Fill vp each spongy pore vviihin my flesh, With ioy intolerable: and thy kind salutes Of villany, and ambition, best befits The royall thoughts of Kings: Reade Machiauell: Princes thus would aspire, must mocke at hell. Out, thou incarnate Deuill; garde thee, slaue: Although thou fear'st not hell, Ile dig thy graue. Stay, Prince, take measure of me first. The Deuill hath donè that long ago.