Beaumont, Francis / Fletcher, John · published 1619 · first performed or written 1611 (Annals) tragicomedy · King's Men · Globe unassigned nearest T11 Siblings, kin and confidants · 504 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T11: sister, brother, love, friend, heart, father, mother, woman, lord, hear.
Nay it is gone, And I am left as far without a bound, As the wild Ocean that obeys the winds; Each sudden passion throws me as it lifts, And overwhelms all that oppose my will: I have beheld thee with a lustful eye: My heart is set on wickedness, to act Such sins with thee, as I have been afraid To think off: If thou dar'st consent to this, (Which I beseech thee do not) thou mayst gain Thy liberty, and yield me a content: If not thy dwelling must be dark, and close Where I may never see thee; For God knows That laid this punishment upon my pride, Thy sight at some time will enforce my madness To make a start eye to thy ravishing: Now spit upon me, and call all reproaches Thou canst devise together; and at once Hurl 'em against me: for I am a sickness As killing as the plague, ready to seize thee. Far be it from me to revile the King: But it is true, that I should rather choose To search out death, that else would search out me, And in a grave sleep with my innocence, Then welcome such a sin: It is my fate, To these cross accidents I was ordained, And must have patience; and but that my eyes Have more of woman in 'em then my heart, I would not weep: peace enter you again. Farewell, and good Panthaea pray for me; Thy prayers are pure, that I may find a death, however soon before my passions grow, That they forget, what I desire, is sin; For thither they are tending: If that happen, Than I shall force thee, though thou wert a Virgin By vow to Heaven, and shall pull a heap Of strange, yet uninvented sins upon me. Sir, I will pray for you; yet you shall know It is a sullen fate that governs us. For I could wish as heartily as you I were no sister to you, I should then Embrace your lawful love sooner than health. Couldst thou affect me then? So perfectly That as it is, I near shall sway my heart To like another. Then I curse my birth, Must this be added to my miseries That thou art willing too, Is there no step To our full happiness, but these mere sounds Brother and Sister. There is nothing else But these alas will separate us more Than twenty worlds betwixt us. I have lived To conquer men, and now am overthrown Only by words, Brother and Sister: where Have those words dwelling? I will find 'em out And utterly destroy them, but they are Not to be grasped: let 'em be men or beasts, And I will cut 'em from the earth, or towns, And I will raze 'em, and then blow 'em up: Let 'em be Seas, and I will drink them off, And yet have unquenched fire left in my breast: Let 'em be any thing but merely voice.
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Nay it is gone, And I am left as farre without a bound, As the wild Ocean that obeyes the winds; Each ſuddaie paſſon throwes me as it lifts, And ouerwhelmes all that oppoſe my will: I haue beheld thee with a luſtfull eye: My heart is ſet on wickedneſſe, to act Such ſinnes with thee, as I haue beene afraid To thinke off: If thou dar'ſt conſent to this, (Which I beſeech thee doe not) thou maiſt gaine Thy libertie, and yeeld me a content: If not thy dwelling muſt be darke, and cloſe VVhere I may neuer ſee thee; For God knowes That layd this puniſhment vpon my pride, Thy ſight at ſome time will enforce my madneſſe To make a ſtart eye to thy rauiſhing: Now ſpit vpon me, and call all reproaches Thou canſt deuiſe together; and at once Hurle vm againſt me: for I am a ſickneſſe As killing as the plague, ready to ſeize thee. Farre be it from me to ruile the King: But it is true, that I ſhould rather chuſe To ſearch out death, that elſe would ſearch out me, And in a graue ſleepe with my innocence, Then welcome ſuch a ſinne: It is my fate, To theſe croſſe accidents I was ordaind, And muſt haue patience; and but that my eyes Haue more of woman in vm then my heart, I would not weepe: peace enter you againe. Farewell, and good Panthaea pray for me; Thy prayers are pure, that I may find a death, How euer ſoone before my paſſions grow, That they forget, what I deſire, is ſinne; For thether they are tending: If that happen, Then I ſhall force thee, though thou wert a Virgin By vow to Heauen, and ſhall pull a heape Of ſtrange▪ yet vninuented ſinnes vpon me. Sir, I will pray for you▪ yet you ſhall know It is a ſullen ate that gouernes vs. For I could wiſh as heartilie as you I were no ſiſter to you▪ I ſhould then Imbrace your lawfull loue ſooner then health. Couldſt hou affect me then? So perfectly That as it is, I nere ſhall ſway my heart To like another. Then I curſe my birth, Muſt this be added to my miſeries That thou art willing too, Is there no ſteppe To our full happineſe, but theſe meere ſounds Brother and Siſter. There is nothing elſe But theſe alas will ſeperate vs more Then twentie worlds betwixt vs. I haue liu'd To conquer men, and now am ouerthrowne Onely by words, Brother and Siſter: where Haue thoſe words dwelling? I will find vm out And vtterly deſtroy them, but they are Not to be graſp't▪ let vm be men or beaſts, And I will cut vm from the earth, or townes, And I will raſe vm, and then blow vm vp: Let vm be Seas, and I will drinke them off, And yet haue vnquencht fire left in my breaſt: Let vm be any thing but meerely voice▪