Beaumont, Francis / Fletcher, John · published 1615 · first performed or written 1608 [c.1607-1608] (Annals) tragedy · Children of the Queen's Revels unassigned nearest T1 Death, grief and revenge · 495 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T1: death, life, dead, die, blood, revenge, soul, father, heart, heaven.
You are foolish: peace. All will go ill, deny it boldly sir, trust me he cannot prove it by you. What! You'll make all worse too with your facing it. What is the matter! know'st thou that petition? Look on it well: wouldst thou be joined with me (Unnatural child to be weary of me) Ere Fate esteem me fit for other worlds. May be he knows not of it. O strange carriages! Sir, As I have hope that there is any thing To reward doing well, my usages Which have been (but 'tis no matter what) Have put me so far from the thought of Greatness, That I should welcome it like a disease That grew upon me, and I could not cure. They are my enemies that gave you this, And yet they call me friend, and are themselves I fear abused. I am weary of my life, For God's sake take it from me: it creates More mischief in the State than it is worth. The usage I have had, I know would make Wisdom herself run frantic through the streets. And Patience quarrel with her shadow. Sir, this sword— Alas: help for the love of heaven, Make way through me first, for he is your father, What, would he kill me? No sir, no. Thou always mak'st the best on't: but I fear-- Why do you use me thus? who be't can think That I would kill my father, that can yet For bear to kill you? Here sir is my sword, I dare not touch it, lest she say again I would have killed you: let me not have mercy When I most need it, if I would not change Place with my meanest servant. Let these faults Be mended madam: if you saw how ill They did become you, you would part with them. I told the Duke as much before. What? what did you tell him? That it was only an ambition, Nursed in you by your youth, provoked you thus, Which age would take away. It was his doing then: come hither Love. No indeed sir. How am I made; that I can bear all this? If any one had used a friend of mine near this, My hand had carried death about it. Lead me hence Telamon: come my dear I shall find time for this. madam, you know I dare not speak before The King; but you know well, if not I le tell it you, You are the most wickedest, and most murderous Strumpet that ever was called Woman. My Lord, what I can do for him he shall command me. I know thou art too kind; away I say. Sir, I am sure we dream this cannot be. O that we did my wickedness has brought All this to pass, else I should bear myself. Look, do you see whose's there? your virtuous Mother's issue: kill her, yet take some little piddling revenge.
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You are foolish: peace. All will goe ill, deny it boldly sir, trust me he cannot prooue it by you. What! Youle make all worse too with your facing it. What is the matter! Knowst thou that petition? Looke on it well: wouldst thou be ioynd with mee (Vnnaturall childe to be weary of me) Ere Fate esteeme me fit for other worlds. May be he knowes not of it. O strange carriages! Sir, As I haue hope that there is any thing To reward doing well, my vsages Which hane beene (but tis no matter what) Haue put me so farre from the thought of Greatnes, That I should welcome it like a disease That grew vpon me, and I could not cure. They are my enemies that gaue you this, And yet they call me friend, and are themselues I feare abus'd. I am weary of my life, For Gods sake take it from me: it creates More mischiefe in the State then it is worth. The vsage I haue had, I know would make Wisedome her selfe run frantick through the streetes. And Patience quarrell with her shaddow. Sir, this sword — Alas: helpe for the loue of heauen, Make way through me first, for he is your father, What, would he kill me? No sir, no. Thou alwaies mak'st the best ont: but I feare-- Why doe you vse me thus? who ist can thinke That I would kill my father, that can yet For beare to kill you? Here sir is my sword, I dare not touch it, lest she say againe I would haue kild you: let me not haue mercy When I most neede it, if I would not change Place with my meanest seruant. Let these faults Be mended Madame: if you saw how ill They did become you, you would part with them. I told the Duke as much before. What? what did you tell him? That it was onely an ambition, Nurst in you by your youth, prouokt you thus, Which age would take away. It was his doing then: come hither Loue. No indeed sir. How am I made; that I can beare all this? If any one had vs'd a friend of mine nere this, My hand had carryed death about it. Lead me hence Tellamon: come my deare I shall finde time for this. Madame, you know I dare not speake before The King; but you know well, if not I le tell it you, You are the most wickedst, and most murderous Strumpet that euer was call'd Woman. My Lord, what I can do for him he shall command me. I know thou art too kinde; away I say. Sir, I am sure we dreame this cannot be. O that we did my wickednes has brought All this to passe, else I should beare my selfe. Looke, doe you see whose there? your vertuous Mothers issue: kill her, yet take some little pidling reuenge.