Beaumont, Francis / Fletcher, John · published 1619 · first performed or written 1610 [c.1610-1611] (Annals) tragedy · King's Men · Blackfriars unassigned nearest T1 Death, grief and revenge · 521 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T1: death, life, dead, die, blood, revenge, soul, father, heart, heaven.
Worse and worse, Thou that darest talk unto thy husband thus, Profess thyself a whore, and more than so, resolve to be so still, is it my fault, To bear and bow beneath a thousand griefs, To keep that little credit with the world, But there were wise ones to, you might have ta'en another. No, for I believe thee honest, as thou wert valiant. All the happiness Bestowed upon me turns into disgrace, Gods take your honesty again, for I Am loaden with it, good my Lord the King Be private in it. Thou mayst live Amintor, Free as thy King, if thou wilt wink at this, And be a means that we may meet in secret, A bawd, hold, hold my breast, a bitter curse Cease me, if I forget not all respects That are religious, on another word Seconded like that, and through a Sea of sins Will wade to my revenge, though I should call Plagues here, and after life, upon my soul. Well, I am resolute, you lay with her, And so I leave you. You must needs be prating, and see what follows. Prithee vex me not, Leave me, I am afraid some sudden start Will pull a murder on me. I am gone, I love my life well. I hate mine as much, This 'tis to break a troth, I should be glad, If all this tide of grief would make me mad. I'll know the cause of all Amintor's griefs, Or friendship shall be idle. O Melantius, my daughter will die. Trust me I am sorry, would thou hadst ta'en her part. Thou art a slave, a cutthroat slave, a bloody— Take heed old man, thou wilt be heard to rave, And lose thine office. I am valiant grown, At all these years, and thou art but a slave. Some company will come, and I respect Thy years, not thee so much, that I could wish To laugh at thee alone. I'll spoil your mirth, I mean to fight with thee, There lie my cloak, this was my father's sword, And he durst fight, are you prepared? Why? wilt thou dote thyself out of thy life, hence get thee to bed, have careful looking to, and eat warm things, and trouble not me, my head is full of thoughts, more weighty than thy life or death can be. You have a name in war, where you stand safe Amongst a multitude, but I will try, What you dare do unto a weak old man, In single fight you'll give ground I fear, Come draw. I will not draw, unless thou pull'st thy death Upon thee with a stroke, there's no one blow That thou canst give haste strength enough can kill me, Tempt me not so far then, the power of earth Shall not redeem thee. I must let him alone, he's stout, and able, and to say the truth, however I may set a face and talk, I am not valiant, when I was a youth I kept my credit with a testy trick, I had 'mongst cowards, but durst never fight.
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Worse and worse, Thou that darst talke vnto thy husband thus, Professe thy selfe a whore, and more then so, Resoule to be so still, is it my fault, To beare and bow beneath a thousand griefes, To keepe that little credit with the world, But there were wise ones to, you might haue tane another. No, for I beleeue thee honest, as thou wert valiant. All the happinesse Bestowd vpon me turnes into disgrace, Gods take your honesty againe, for I Am loaden with it, good my Lord the King Be priuate in it. Thou maist liue Amintor, Free as thy King, if thou wilt winke at this, And be a meanes that we may meet in secret, A baud, hold, hold my breast, a bitter curse Ceaze me, if I forget not all respects That are religious, on an other word Seconded like that, and through a Sea of sinnes Will wade to my reuenge, though I should call Plagues here, and after life, vpon my soule. Well, I am resolute, you lay with her, And so I leaue you. You must needs be prating, and see what follows. Prethee vex me not, Leaue me, I am afraid some sudden start Will pull a murther on me. I am gone, I loue my life well. I hate mine as much, This tis to breake a troth, I should be glad, If all this tide of griefe would make me mad. Ile know the cause of all Amintors griefes, Or friendship shall be idle. O Melantius, my daughter will die. Trust me I am sory, would thou hadst tane her part. Thou art a slaue, a cut-throat slaue, a bloody— Take heed old man, thou wilt be heard to raue, And lose thine office. I am valiant growne, At all these yeares, and thou art but a slaue. Some companie will come, and I respect Thy yeares, not thee so much, that I could wish To laugh at thee alone. Ile spoile your mirth, I meane to fight with thee, There lie my cloake, this was my fathers sword, And he durst fight, are you prepar'd? Why? wilt thou doate thy selfe out of thy life, hence get thee to bed, haue carefull looking to, and eate warme things, and trouble not mee, my head is full of thoughts, more waighty then thy life or death can be. You haue a name in warre, where you stand safe Amongst a multitude, but I will try, What you dare doe vnto a weake old man In single fight you'l giue ground I feare, Come draw. I will not draw, vnlesse thou pulst thy death Vpon thee with a stroke, thers no on blow That thou canst giue hast rength enough can kill me, Tempt me not so far then, the power of earth Shall not redeeme thee. I must let him alone, Hees stout, and able, and to say the truth, How euer I may set a face and talke, I am not valiant, when I was a youth I kept my credit with a testie tricke, I had mongst cowards, but durst neuer fight.