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 T26 Devils, hell and fiends · 483 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T26: devil, hell, devils, sure, soul, fiend, sr, wife, lord, men.
Yes, use. Divine powers pardon you. Strike. Beat out her brains—, Receive me you bright Angels. Faster slaves. Faster: I am out of breath I'm sure: if I were to beat a buck, I can strike no harder. O mine arms, I cannot list'em to my head. joy above joys, are my tormentors weary In torturing me, and in my sufferings I fainting in no limbe: tyrante strike home And feast your fury full. These dogs are ours. Which snarl, yet bite not: see my Lord, her face Has more bewitching beauty then before, Proud whore: it smiles, cannot an eye shart out With these. No sir, not the bridge of her nose fall, 'tis full of Iron work. Let's view the oudgols, are they not counterfeit. There fix thine eye still, thy glorious crown must come Not from soft pleasure, but by martyrdom, There fix thine eye still, when we next do meet, Not thorns, but roses shall bear up thy feet: There fix thine eye still. Ever, ever, ever. we are mocked, these bats have power down to fell giants, yether skin is not feared. What rogues are these. Cannot these force a shriek. Oh! a woman has one of my ribs, and now five more are broken. Cannot this make her roar. Who hired these slaves? what are they? We serve that noble Gentleman there, he enticed us to this dry-beating, oh for one half pot. My servants! two base rogues, & sometimes servants To her and for that cause forbear to hurt her. Unbind her, hang up these. Hang the two hounds on the next tree. Hang us! master Harpax, what a devil shall we be thus used. What bandogs but you two would worry a woman! Your mistessell but clapped you, you flew on: Say I should get your lives, each rascal beggar Would when he met you, cry, out hellhounds, traitors Spit at you, fling dirt at you, and no woman Ever endure your fight: 'tis your best course (Now had you secret knives) to stab yourselves, But since you have not, go and be hanged. I thank you. I is your best course. Why stay they trifling here? To gallows drag'em by the heels: away. By the heels! no sir, we have legs to do us that service. ay, ay, if no woman can endure my sight, away with me. Dispatch'em. The devil dispatch thee. Death this day ride in triumph, Theophilus. See this witch made away to. My soul thirst for it, Come, I myself, thy hangman's part could play. Oh hasten me to my coronation day. Is this the place where virtue is to suffer, And heavenly beauty leaving this base earth, To make a glad return from whence it came, Is it Macrinus? a scaffold thrust forth By this preparation You well may rest assured that Dorothea This hour is to die here.
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Yes, use. Diuine powers pardon you. Strike. Beate out her braines—, Receive me you bright Angels. Faster slaues. Faster: I am out of breath I'am sure: if I were to beate a bucke, I can strike no harder. O mine armes, I cannot list'em to my head. Ioy aboue ioys, are my tormentors wearie In torturing me, and in my suffrings I fainting in no linbe: anto strike home And feast your fury full. These dogs are ours. Which snarle, yet bite not: see my Lord, her face Has more bewitching beauty then before, Prowd whore: it smiles, cannot an eye shart out With these. No sir, not the bridge of her nose fall, tis full of Iron worke. Lets view the oudgols, are they not counterfeit. There fixe thine eye still, thy glorious crown must come Not from soft pleasure, but by martyrdome, There fixe thine eye still, when we next do meet, Not thornes, but roses shall beare vp thy feet: There fixe thine eye still. Euer, euer, euer. Wee are mock'd, these bats haue power downe to fell gyants, yether skin is not fear'd. What rogues are these. Cannot these force a shreeke. Oh! a woman has one of my ribs, and now fiue more are broken. Cannot this make her roare. Who hir'd these slaues? what are they? We serue that noble Gentleman there, he entisde vs to this dry-beating, oh for one halfe pot. My seruants! two base rogues, & sometimes seruants To her and for that cause forbeare to hurt her. Vnbinde her, hang vp these. Hang the two hounds on the next tree. Hang vs! master Harpax, what a diuell shall we be thus vsde. What bandogs but you two wud worry a woman! Your mistessell but clapt you, you flew on: Say I should get your liues, each rascall begger Would when he met you, cry, out helhounds, traitors Spit at you, fling durt at you, and no woman Euer endure your fight: tis your best course (Now had you secret kniues) to stab your selues, But since you haue not, goe and be hang'd. I thanke you. I is your best course. Why stay they trifling here? To gallowes drag'em by the heeles: away. By the heeles! no sir, wee haue legges to doe vs that seruice. I, I, if no woman can endure my sight, away with me. Dispatch'em. The diuell dispatch thee. Death this day ride in triumph, Theophilus. See this witch made away to. My soule thirst for it, Come, I my selfe, thy hangmans part could play. Ohhasten me to my coronation day. Is this the place where vertue is to suffer, And heauenly beauty leauing this base earth, To make a glad returne from whence it came, Is it Macrinus? a scaffold thrust forth By this preparation You well may rest assurd that Dorethea This houre is to die here.