Tomkis, Thomas · published 1615 · first performed or written 1615 [Mar 9] (Annals) comedy · before the Court unassigned nearest T1 Death, grief and revenge · 490 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T1: death, life, dead, die, blood, revenge, soul, father, heart, heaven.
Hast thou revealed it? I told it none but thee. Not I. Why stare you? Are you not well? I wander twixt the Poles And heavenly hinges, 'mongst eccentricals, Centres, concentrics, circles, and epicycles, To hunt out an aspect fit for your business. Mean ostentation! for shame awake yourself. And since the lamp of heaven is newly entered To Cancer, old Antonio is stark dead, Drowned in the sea stone dead: for radius directorius In the sixth house; and th'waning moon by Capricorn, he's dead, he's dead. 'Tis an ill time to marry. The Moon grows forked, and walks with Capricorn. Peace fool: these words are full of mysteries. What ominous face, and dismal countenance Marked for disasters, hated of all the heavens, Is this that follows you? He is my servant, A plain and honest speaker, but no harm in him. What see you in my face? Horror and darkness, death and gallows, I de swear thouwert hanged, stoodst thou but two foot higher, But now thy stars threaten a nearer death. Sir, send to toll his knell. What is he dead? He shall be by the dint of many stabs: Only I spy a little hope of scaping through the clouds, and foul aspects of death, Sir, pray give no credit to this cheater, Or with his words of Art he'll make you dote As much on his feigned skill, as on fair Flavia. STay Villain, stay, though safety 't self defends thee Thou diest. Come do thy worst, thrust sure, or die. For heaven sake Gentlemen stay your hands, help, help. Help Albumazar. Thus to the hinderer Of my revenge. Save me Albumazar. And thus, and thus, and thus. Master I die, I die. Fliest thou base coward? 'tis not thy heels can save thee. oh! What ails thee Cricca? I am dead, I am dead, Trouble yourself no more. What dead & speakst? Only there's left a little breath to tell you. Why, where art hurt? Stabbed with a thousand daggers, My heart, my lights, my liver, and my skin, Pierced like a siue. Here's not a wound, stand up, 'Tis but thy fear. 'Tis but one wound all over. Softly, o softly: youhave lost the truest servant; Farewell I die. Live by my courtesy, stand up and breath. The dangerous and malignant influence is past: But thank my charity that put by the blows, The least of which threatened a dozen graves. Now learn to scoff divine Astrology, And slight her servants. A Chirurgeon, good sir, a Surgeon. Stand up man, thouhast no harm, my life for thine. thouart well, thouart well. Now I perceive I am: I pray you pardon me Divine ginger. I do, but henceforth laugh at Astrology And call her servants Cheaters. Now to our business: on good Albumazar. Now since the Moon passeth from Capricorn, Through Aquarius to the watery Sign of Pisces, Antonio's drowned, and is devoured by fishes.
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Hast thou reveal'd it? I told it none but thee. Not I. Why stare you? Are you not well? I wander 'twixt the Poles And heau'nly hinges, 'mongst excentricals, Centers, concentrickes, circles, and epicycles, To hunt out an aspect fit for your businesse. Meane ostentation! for shame awake your selfe. And since the lampe of heauen is newly entred To Cancer, old Antonio is starke dead, Drown'd in the sea stone dead: for radius directorius In the sixt house; and th'waning moone by Capricorn, Hee's dead, hee's dead. 'Tis an ill time to marry. The Moone growes fork't, and walks with Capricorne. Peace foole: these words are full of mysteries. What ominous face, and dismall countenance Mark't for disasters, hated of all the heauens, Is this that followes you? He is my seruant, A plaine and honest speaker, but no harme in him. What see you in my face? Horror and darknesse, death and gallowses, I de sweare th'wert hang'd, stood'st thou but two foote higher, But now thy starres threaten a neerer death. Sir, send to toale his knell. What is he dead? He shall be by the dint of many stabs: Onely I spy a little hope of scaping Thorough the clouds, and foule aspects of death, Sir, pray giue no credit to this cheater, Or with his words of Art hee'le make you dote As much on his fain'd skill, as on faire Flauia. STay Villaine, stay, though safety't selfe defends thee Thou diest. Come do thy worst, thrust sure, or die. For heau'n sake Gentlemen stay your hands, help, helpe. Help Albumazar. Thus to the hinderer Of my reuenge. Saue me Albumazar. And thus, and thus, and thus. Maister I die, I dye. Fliest thou base coward? 'tis not thy heeles can saue thee. Ooh! What ailes thee Cricca? I am dead, I am dead, Trouble your selfe no more. What dead & speakst? Onely there's left a little breath to tell you. Why, where art hurt? Stab'd with a thousand daggers, My heart, my lights, my liuer, and my skin, Pearst like a siue. Here's not a wound, stand vp, 'Tis but thy feare. 'Tis but one wound all ouer. Softly, ô softly: y'haue lost the truest seruant; Farewell I die. Liue by my curtesie, stand vp and breath. The dangerous and malignant influence is past: But thank my charity that put by the blowes, The least of which threatned a dozen graues. Now learne to scoffe diuine Astrologie, And slight her seruants. A Chirurgion, good sir, a Surgeon. Stand vp man, th'hast no harme, my life for thine. Th'art well, th'art well. Now I perceiue I am: I pray you pardon me Diuine Astrologer. I do, but hence-forth laugh at Astrologie And call her seruants Cheaters. Now to our businesse: on good Albumazar. Now since the Moone passeth from Capricorne, Through Aquarius to the watry Signe of Pisces, Antonio's drown'd, and is deuour'd by fishes.