Beaumont, Francis / Fletcher, John · published 1619 · first performed or written 1610 [c.1610-1611] (Annals) tragedy · King's Men · Blackfriars unassigned nearest T5 Christian faith, sin and salvation · 478 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T5: god, christ, david, sin, holy, israel, lord, mercy, sins, faith.
Sure I dazzle. There cannot be A faith in that foul woman That knows no God more mighty than her mischiefs, Thou dost still worse, still number on thy faults, To press my poor heart thus. Can I believe There's any seed of virtue in that woman Left to shoot up, that dares go in sin Known and so known as thine is, O Euadne, Would there were any safety in thy sex, That I might put a thousand sorrows off, And credit thy repentance, but I must not, Thou hast brought me to that dull calamity, To that strange misbelief of all the world, And all things that are in it, that I fear I shall fall like a tree, and find my grave, Only remembering that I grieve. My Lord, Give me your griefs, you are an innocent, A soul as white as heaven, let not my sins Perish your noble youth, I do not fall here To shadow by dissembling with my tears As all say women can, or to make less What my hot will hath done, which heaven and you Knows to be tougher than the hand of time Shall cut from man's remembrance, no I do not, I do appear the same, the same Euadne, Dressed in the shames I lived in, the same monster. But these are names of honour to what I am, I do present myself the foulest creature, Most poisonous, dangerous, and despised of men Lerna ere bred or Nilus, I am hell, Till you my dear Lord shoot your light into me, The beams of your forgiveness, I am soul sick, And wither with the fear of one condemned, Till I have got your pardon. Rise Euadne. Those heavenly powers that put this good into thee Grant a continuance of it, I forgive thee Make thyself worthy of it, and take heed Take heed Euadne this be serious Mock not the powers above that can, and dare Give thee a great example of their justice To all ensuing eyes, if thou play'st With thy repentance, the best sacrifice. I have done nothing good to get belief, My life hath been so faithless, all the Creatures Made for heavens honours have their ends, and good ones All but the cozening Crocodiles false women. They reign here like those plagues, those killing sores Men pray against, and when they die; like tales Ill told, and unbelieved they pass away, And go to dust forgotten: But my Lord Those short days I shall number to my rest, (As many must not see me,) shall though too late, Though in my evening, yet perceive a will Since I can do no good because a woman, Reach constantly at something that is near it, I will redeem one minute of my age, Or like another Niobe I'll weep Till I am water.
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Sure I dazle. There cannot be A faith in that foule woman That knowe no God more mighty then her mischiefes, Thou doest still worse, sil number on thy faults, To presse my poore heart thus. Can I beleeue Theres any seed of vertue in that woman Left to shoot vp, that dares goe in sinne Knowne and so knowne as thine is, O Euadne, Would there were any safetie in thy sex, That I might put a thousand sorrowes off, And credit thy repentance, but I must not, Thou hast brought me to that dull calamitie, To that strange misbeleefe of all the world, And all things that are in it, that I feare I shall fall like a tree, and finde my graue, Only remembring that I grieue. My Lord, Giue me your griefes, you are an innocent, A soule as white as heauen, let not my sinnes Perish your noble youth, I doe not fall here To shadow by dissembling with my teares As all say women can, or to make lesse What my hot will hath done, which heauen and you Knowes to be tougher then the hand of time Shall cut from mans remembrance, no I doe not, I doe appeare the same, the same Euadne, Drest in the shames I liu'd in, the same monster. But these are names of honour to what I am, I doe present my selfe the foulest creature, Most poisonous, dangerous, and despisde of men Lerna ere bred or Nilus, I am hell, Till you my deare Lord shoot your light into me, The beames of your forgiuenesse, I am soule sicke, And wither with the feare of one condemnd, Till I haue got your pardon. Rise Euadne. Those heauenly powers that put this good into thee Grant a continuance of it, I forgiue thee Make thyselfe worthy of it, and take heed Take heed Euadne this be serious Mocke not the powers aboue that can, and dare Giue thee a great example of their iustice To all insuing ees, if thou plai'st With thy repentance, the best sacrifice. I haue done nothing good to get beleife, My life hath beene so faithlesse, all the Creatures Made for heauens honors haue their ends, and good ones Al but the cousening Crocodiles false women. They raigne here like those plagues, those killing soares Men pray against, and when they die; like tales Ill told, and vnbeleiu'd they passe away, And go to dust forgotten: But my Lord Those short daies I shall number to my rest, (As many must not see me,) shall though too late, Though in my euening, yet perceiue a will Since I can doe no good because a woman, Reach constantly at something that is neere it, I will redeeme one minute of my age, Or like another Niobe ile weep Till I am water.