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 · 496 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T1: death, life, dead, die, blood, revenge, soul, father, heart, heaven.
Of none. What course wouldst thou have taken when thou hadst killed me? I would have ta'en your Page, and married her. What Page? Your boy there.— Dies. Is he fallen mad in death, what does he mean? Some good God help me at the worst: how dost thou? Let not thy misery vex me, thou shalt have What thy poor heart can wish: I am a Prince. And I will keep thee in the gayest clothes, And the finest things, that ever pretty boy had given him. I know you well enough, faith I am dying, and now you know all too. But stir up thyself; look what a jewel here is, See how it glisters: what a pretty show Will this make in thy little ear? ha, speak, Eat but a bit, and take it. Do you not know me? I prithee mind thy health: why that's well said my good boy, smile still. I shall smile till death an I see you. I am Urania your sister-in-law. How! I am Urania. dullness did cease me, now I know thee well; Alas why camest thou hither? faith for love, I would not let you know till I was dying; for you could not love me, my Mother was so nought. I will love thee, or any thing: what? wilt Thou leave me as soon as I know thee? Speak one word to me: alas she's past it, She will near speak more. What noise is that? it is no matter who Comes on me now. What worse than mad are you That seek out sorrows? if you love delights Be gone from hence. Sir, for you we come, as Soldiers to revenge the wrongs you have suffered under this naughty Creature: what shall be done with her? say, I am ready. Leave her to heaven brave Cousen, they shall tell her how she has sinned against 'em, my hand shall never be stained with such base blood: live wicked Mother, that reverent title be your pardon, for I will use no extremity against you, but leave you to heaven. Hell take you all, if there be a place Of torment that exceeds that, get you thither: And till the devils have you, may your lives Be one continued plague, and such a one, That knows no friends nor ending. May all ages that shall succeed curse you as I do: And if it be possible, I ask it heaven, That your base issues may be ever Monsters, That must for shame of nature and succession, Be drowned like dogs Would I had breath to please you. Would you had love within you, and such Grief as might become a Mother: look you there, Know you that face, that was Urania: These are the fruits of those unhappy Mothers, That labour with such horrid births as you do: If you can weep, there's cause; poor innocent, Your wickedness has killed her: I'll weep for you.
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Of none. What course wouldst thou haue taken when thou hadst kild me? I would hane tane your Page, and maried her. What Page? Your boy there. — Dyes. Is he falne mad in death, what does he meane? Some good God help me at the worst: how dost thou? Let not thy misery vexe me, thou shalt haue What thy poore heart can wish: I am a Prince. And I will keepe thee in the gayest cloathes, And the finest things, that euer pretty boy had giuen him. I know you well enough, Feth I am dying, and now you know all too. But stir vp thy selfe; looke what a Iewell here is, See how it glisters: what a pretty shew Will this make in thy little eare? ha, speake, Eate but a bit, and take it. Doe you not know me? I prethee minde thy health: why thats well sayd my good boy, smile still. I shall smile till death an I see you. I am Vrania your sister-in-law. How! I am Vrania. Dulnesse did ceaze me, now I know thee well; Alas why camst thou hither? Feth for loue, I would not let you know till I was dying; for you could not loue mee, my Mother was so naught. I will loue thee, or any thing: what? wilt Thou leaue me as soone as I know thee? Speake one word to me: alas shees past it, She will nere speake more. What noyse is that? it is no matter who Comes on me now. What worse then mad are you That seeke out sorrowes? if you loue delights Be gone from hence. Syr, for you we come, as Souldiers to reuenge the wrongs you haue suffered vnder this naughtie Creature: what shall bee done with her? say, I am ready. Leaue her to heauen braue Cousen, they shall tell her how she has sind against em, my hand shall neuer be staind with such base bloud: liue wicked Mother, that reuerent title bee your pardon, for I will vse no extremitie against you, but leaue you to heauen. Hell take you all, if there be a place Of torment that exceedes that, get you thither: And till the diuels haue you, may your liues Be one continued plague, and such a one, That knowes no friends nor ending. May all ages that shall succeede curse you as I doe: And if it be possible, I aske it heauen, That your base issues may be euer Monsters, That must for shame of nature and succession, Be drownd like dogs Would I had breath to please you. Would you had loue within you, and such Griefe as might become a Mother: looke you there, Know you that face, that was Vrania: These are the fruits of those vnhappy Mothers, That labour with such horrid byrths as you doe: If you can weepe, theres cause; poore innocent, Your wickednes has kild her: Ile weepe for you.