Beaumont, Francis / Fletcher, John · published 1619 · first performed or written 1611 (Annals) tragicomedy · King's Men · Globe unassigned nearest T51 Parents and children: blessing, birthrig · 490 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T51: esau, iacob, father, son, isaac, god, love, birthright, parents, thing.
My Father? though I know it for a lie Made out of fear to save thy stained life: The very reverence of the word comes cross me, And ties mine arm down. I will tell you that shall heighten you again, I am thy Father, I charge thee hear me. If it should be so, As 'tis most false, and that I should be sound A bastard issue, the despised fruit Of lawless lust, I should no more admire All my wild passions: but another truth Shall be wrung from thee: If I could come by The spirit of pain, it should be poured on thee, Till thou allowest thyself more full of lies Then he that teaches thee. Turn thee about, I come to speak to thee thou wicked man, Hear me thou Tyrant. I will turn to thee, Hear me thou Strumpet: I have blotted out The name of mother, as thou hast thy shame. My shame, thou hast less shame than any thing: Why dost thou keep my daughter in a prison? Why dost thou call her Sister, and do this? Cease thou strange impudence, and answer quickly, If thou contemnest me, this will ask an answer, And have it. Help me gentle Gobrius. Guilt dare not help guilt, though they grow together In doing ill, yet at the punishment They sever, and each flies the noise of other, Think not of help, answer. I will, to what? To such a thing as if it be a truth, Think what a creature thou hast made thyself, That didst not shame to do, what I must blush Only to ask thee: tell me who I am, Whose son I am, without all circumstance; Be thou as hasty, as my Sword will be If thou refusest. Why you are his son. His son? Swear, swear, thou worse than woman damned. By all that's good you are. Then art thou all that ever was known bad. Now is The cause of all my strange misfortunes come to light: What reverence expects thou from a child To bring forth which thou hast offended Heaven, Thy husband and the Land: Adulterous witch I know now why thou wouldst have poisoned me, I was thy lust which thou wouldst have forgot: Thou wicked mother of my sins, and me, Show me the way to the inheritance I have by thee: which is a spacious world Of impious acts, that I may soon possess it: Plagues rot thee, as thou liv'st, and such diseases As use to pay lust, recompense thy deed. You do not know why you curse thus. Too well: You are a pair of Vipers, and behold The Serpent you have got; there is no beast But if he knew, it has a pedigree As brave as mine, for they have more descents, And I am every way as beastly got, As far without the compass of a law, As they.
seed 43: T48 · seed 44: unassigned — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
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My Father? though I know it for a lie Made out of feare to ſaue thy ſtained life: The verie reuerence of the word comes croſſe me, And ties mine arme downe. I will tell you that ſhall heighten you againe, I am thy Father, I charge thee heare me. If it ſhould be ſo, As tis moſt falſe, and that I ſhould be ſound A baſtard iſſue, the diſpiſed fruite Of lawleſſe luſt, I ſhould no more admire All my wilde paſſions: but another truth Shall be wrung from thee: If I could come by The ſpirit of paine, it ſhould be powr'd on thee, Till thou alloweſt thy ſelfe more full of lies Then he that teaches thee. Turne thee about, I come to ſpeake to thee thou wicked man, Heare me thou Tyrant. I will turne to thee, Heare me thou Strumpet: I haue blotted out The name of mother, as thou haſt thy ſhame. My ſhame, thou haſt leſſe ſhame then any thing: Why doſt thou keepe my daughter in a priſon? Why doſt thou call her Siſter, and doe this? Ceaſe thou ſtrange impudence, and anſwere quickly, If thou contemn'ſt me, this will aske an anſwere, And haue it. Helpe me gentle Gobrius. Guilt dare not helpe guilt, though they grow together In doing ill, yet at the puniſhment They ſeuer, and each flies the noyſe of other, Thinke not of helpe, anſwere. I will, to what? To ſuch a thing as if it be a truth, Thinke what a creature thou haſt made thy ſelfe, That didſt not ſhame to doe, what I muſt bluſh Onely to aske thee: tell me who I am, Whoſe ſonne I am, without all circumſtance; Be thou as haſtie, as my Sword will be If thou refuſeſt. VVhy you are his ſonne. His ſonne? Sweare, ſweare, thou worſe then woman damn'd. By all thats good you are. Then art thou all that euer was knowne bad. Now is The cauſe of all my ſtrange miſfortunes come to light: What reuerence expects thou from a childe To bring forth which thou haſt offended Heauen, Thy husband and the Land: Adulterous witch I know now why thou wouldſt haue poyſon'd me, I was thy luſt which thou wouldſt haue forgot: Thou wicked mother of my ſinnes, and me, Shew me the way to the inheritance I haue by thee: which is a ſpacious world Of impious acts, that I may ſoone poſſeſſe it: Plagues rott thee, as thou liu'ſt, and ſuch diſeaſes As vſe to pay luſt, recompence thy deed. You doe not know why you curſe thus. Too well: You are a paire of Vipers, and behold The Serpent you haue got; there is no beaſt But if he knew, it has a pedigree As braue as mine, for they haue more diſcents, And I am euery way as beaſtly got, As farre without the compaſſe of a law, As they.