Dekker, Thomas / Massinger, Philip · published 1622 · first performed or written 1620 [licensed for stage, Oct 6; revised and re-licensed for stage, Jul 7, 1624] (Annals) tragedy · Red Bull (Revels) Company (first) unassigned nearest T5 Christian faith, sin and salvation · 484 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T5: god, christ, david, sin, holy, israel, lord, mercy, sins, faith.
To the purpose. We come then as good Angels Dorothea, To make you happy, and the means so easy, That be not you an enemy to yourself, Already you enjoy it. Look on us Ruined as you are once, and brought unto it By your persuasion. But what followed Lady, Leaving those blessings which our gods gives freely, And showered upon us with a prodigal hand, As to be noble borne, youth, beauty, wealth, And the free use of these without control, check, curb, or stop, (such is our law's indulgence) All happiness forsook us, bonds and fetters For amorous Twins, the Rack and hangman's whips In place of choice delights, our Parents curses Instead of blessings, scorn neglect, contempt Fell thick upon us. This considered wisely, We made a fair retreat, and reconciled To our forsaken gods, we live again In all prosperity. By our example Bequeathing misery to such as love it, Learn to be happy, the Christian yokes too heavy For such a dainty neck, it was framed rather To be the shrine of Venus, or a Pillar More precious than Crystal to support Our Cupid's Image, our Religion Lady Is but a varied pleasure, yours a toil Slaves would shrink under. Have you not cloven feetel are you not devils? Dare any say so much, or dare I hear it Without a virtuous and religious anger? Now to put on a Virgin modesty, Or maiden silence, when his power is questioned That is omnipotent, were a greater crime, Then in a bad cause to be impudent. Your Gods, your temples, brothel houses rather, Or wicked actions of the worst of men Pursued and practised, your religious rites, O call them rather juggling mysteries, The baits and nets of hell, your souls the prey For which the Devil angles, your false pleasures A steep descent by which you headlong fall Into eternal torments. Do not tempt Our powerful gods. Which of your powerful gods, Your gold, your silver, brass, or wooden ones? That can, nor do me hurt, nor protect you, Most pitied women, will you sacrifice To such, or call them gods or goddesses, Your Parents would disdain to be the same, Or you yourselves? O blinded ignorance, Tell me Caliste by the truth I charge you, Or any thing you hold more dear, would you To have him deified to posterity, Desire your father an Adulterer, A Ravisher, almost a Parricide, A vile incestuous wretch? That pity And duty answer for me. Or you Christeta, To be hereafter registered a goddess, Give your chaste body up to the embraces Of Goatish lust, have it writ on your forehead, This is the common Whore, the prostitute, The Mistress in the art of wantonness, Knows every trick and labyrinth of desires That are immodest. You judge better of me, Or my affection is ill placed on you, Shall I turn Strumpet?
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To the purpose. We come then as good Angels Dorothea, To make you happy, and the meanes so easie, That be not you an enemy to your selfe, Already you enioy it. Looke on vs Ruin'd as you are once, and brought vnto it By your perswasion. But what follow'd Lady, Leauing those blessings which our gods giues freely, And showr'd vpon vs with a prodigall hand, As to be noble borne, youth, beauty, wealth, And the free vse of these without controule, Checke, curbe, or stop, (such is our Lawes indulgence) All happinesse forsooke vs, bonds and fetters For amorous Twins, the Racke and Hangmans whips In place of choise delights, our Parents curses Instead of blessings, scorne neglect, contempt Fell thick vpon vs. This consider'd wisely, We made a faire retreate, and reconcil'd To our forsaken gods, we liue againe In all prosperity. By our example Bequeathing misery to such as loue it, Learne to be happy, the Christian yokes too heauy For such a dainty necke, it was fram'd rather To be the shrine of Venus, or a Pillar More precious then Christall to support Our Cupids Image, our Religion Lady Is but a varied pleasure, yours a toyle Slaues would shrinke vnder. Haue you not clouen feetel are you not diuels? Dare any say so much, or dare I heare it Without a vertuous and religious anger? Now to put on a Virgin modesty, Or maiden silence, when his power is question'd That is omnipotent, were a greater crime, Then in a bad cause to be impudent. Your Gods, your temples, brothell houses rather, Or wicked actions of the worst of men Pursu'd and practis'd, your religious rites, O call them rather iugling mysteries, The baytes and nets of hell, your soules the prey For which the Diuell angles, your false pleasures A steepe descent by which you headlong fall Into eternall torments. Doe not tempt Our powerfull gods. Which of your powerfull gods, Your gold, your siluer, brasse, or woodden ones? That can, nor do me hurt, nor protect you, Most pittied women, will you sacrifice To such, or call them gods or goddesses, Your Parents would disdaine to be the same, Or you your selues? O blinded ignorance, Tell me Caliste by the truth I charge you, Or any thing you hold more deere, would you To haue him deifide to posterity, Desire your father an Adulterer, A Rauisher, almost a Paracide, A vile incestuous wretch? That pitty And duty answere for me. Or you Christeta, To be heereafter registred a goddesse, Giue your chast body vp to the embraces Of Goatish lust, haue it writ on your forehead, This is the common Whoore, the prostitute, The Mistresse in the art of wantonnesse, Knowes euery tricke and labyrinth of desires That are immodest. You iudge better of me, Or my affection is ill plac'd on you, Shall I turne Strumpet?