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) T5 Christian faith, sin and salvation typicality 0.81 · 499 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T5: god, christ, david, sin, holy, israel, lord, mercy, sins, faith.
Mark her. Thou glorious minister of the power I serve, For thou art more than mortal, is't for me Poor sinner, thou art pleased a while to leave Thy heavenly habitation? and vouchsafest Though glorified, to take my servant's habit, For put off thy divinity, so looked My lovely Angelo. Know I am the same, And still the servant to your piety, Your zealous prayers and pious deeds first won me (But 'twas by his command to whom you sent 'em) To guide your steps. I tried your charity, When in a beggar's shape you took me up And clothed my naked limbs, and after fed (As you believed) my famished mouth. Learn all By your example to look on the poor With gentle eyes, for in such habits often Angels desire an Alms. I never left you, Nor will I now, for I am sent to carry Your pure and innocent soul to joys eternal, Your martyrdom once suffered, and before it Ask any thing from me, and rest assured You shall obtain it I am largely paid For all my torments, since I find such grace Grant that the love of this young man to me, In which he languisheth to death, may be Changed to the love of heaven, I will perform it. And in that instant when the sword saeta free Your happy soul his shall have liberty. Is there ought else? For proof that I forgive My persecutor, who in scorned desired To taste of that most sacred fruit I go to After my death as sent from me, be pleased To give him of it. Willingly dear Mistress. I am amazed I feels a holy fire That yields a comfortable heat within me. I am quite altered from the thing I was. See I can stand, and go alone, thus kneels To heavenly Dorothea, touch her hand With a religious kiss. He is well now, But will not be drawn back. It matters not, We can discharge this works without his help: But see your son. Sapr, Villain Sir I be seech you, Being so near our ends divorce us not. He quickly make a soparation of' om. Hast thou aught else to say? Nothing but blame Thy tardiness in sending me to rest, My peace is made with heaven, to which my soul Begins to take her flight, strike, O. strike quickly, And though you are un moved to be my death Hereafter when my story shall be read, As they were present now, the hearers shall Say this of Dorothea with wet eyes She lived a virgin, and a virgin dies. O take my soul along to wait on mine. Your son sinks to. Already dead. Die all. That are or favour this accursed Sect, I triumph in their ends, and will raise up A hill of their dead carcases, to or cloak The Pyrenean Hills, but i'll root out. These superstitious fools, and leave the World No name of Christian.
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Marke her. Thou glorious minister of the power I serue, For thou art more then mortall, ist for me Poore sinner, thou art pleasd a while to leaue Thy heauenly habitation? and vouchsafest Though glorified, to take my seruants habit, For put off thy diuinitie, so lookd My louely Angelo. Know I am the same, And still the seruant to your pictie, Your zealous prayers and pious deeds first wonne me (But 'twas by his command to whom you sent 'em) To guide your steps. I tride your charitie, When in a beggers shape you tooke me vp And clothd my naked limbes, and after fed (As you beleeu'd) my famishd mouth. Learne all By your example to looke on the poore With gentle eyes, for in such habits often Angels desire an Almes. I neuer left you, Nor will I now, for I am sent to carry Your pure and innocent soule to ioyes eternall, Your martyrdome once sufferd, and before it Aske any thing from me, and rest assur'd You shall obtaine it I am largely payd For all my torments, since I find such grace Grant that the loue of this yong man to me, In which he languisheth to death, may be Chang'd to the loue of heauen, I will performe it. And in that instant when the sword seta free Your happy soule his shall haue libertie. Is there ought else? For proofe that I foregiue My , who in scornd desir'd To tast of that most fruite I go to After my death as sent from me, be pleasd To giue him of it. Willingly deere Mistresse. I am amaz'd I feels a holy fire That yeelds a comfortable heate within me. I am quite alterd from the thing I was. See I can stand, and goe alone, thus kneels To heauenly Dorothea, touch her hand With a religious kisse. He is well now, But will not be drawne . It matters not, We can discharge this works without his helpe: But see your sonne. Sapr, Villaine Sir I be seech you, Being so neere our ends diuoroe vs not. He quickly make a soparation of' om. Hast thou ought else to say? Nothing but blame Thy tardinesse in sending me torest, My peace is made with heauen, to which my soule Begins to take her flight, strike, O. strike quickly, And though you are vn mou'd to be my death Hereafter when my story shall be read, As they were present now, the hearers shall Say this of Dorothea with wet eyes She liu'd a virgin, and a virgin dies. O take my soule along to waite on mine. Your sonne sinks to. Already dead. Die all. That are or fauour this accursed Sect, I triumph in their ends, and will raise vp A hill of their dead Karkatses, to or clooke The Pyrenean Hils, but ile roote out. These superstitious fooles, and leaue the World No name of Christian.