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 T1 Death, grief and revenge · 492 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T1: death, life, dead, die, blood, revenge, soul, father, heart, heaven.
They out of desperation Are for vain glory of an aftername Parted with life. This had not mutinous sons As the rash Gracchi were, nor was this Saint A doting mother as Cornelia was: This lost no husband in whose overthrow Her wealth and honour sunk, no fear of want Did make her being tedious, but aiming At an immortal crown, and in his cause Who only can bestow it; who sent down Legions of ministering Angels to bear up Her spotless soul to heaven; who entertained it With choice celestial music, equal to To the motion of the spheres, she uncompelled Changed this life for a better. My Lord Sapritius You were present at her death, did you ere here Such ravishing sounds? Yet you said then it was witchcraft, And devilish illusions. I then hard it With sinful cares, and belched out blasphemous words Against his deity, which then I knew not, Nor did believe in him. Why dost thou now? or dar'st thou in our hearing? Were my voice As loud as is his thunder, to be heard Through all the world, all potentates on earth Ready to burst with rage should they but hear it, Though hell to aid their malice lent her furies Yet I would speak, and speak again, and boldly, I am a Christian, and the powers you worship But dreams of fools and madmen. Lay hands on him. Thou twice a child (for doting age so makes thee) Thou could it not else thy pilgrimage of life, Being almost passed through in the last moment, Destroy whate'er thou hast done good or great, Thy youth did promise much, and grown a man Thou madest it good, and with increase of years Thy actions still bettered as the Sun Thou did rise gloriously, kepst a constant course In all thy iourney, and now in the cuening When thou shouldst pass with honour to thy rest, Wilt thou fall like a Meteor? Yet confess That thou art mad, and that thy tongue and heart Had no agreement. Do, no way is left else To save thy life Theophilus. But refule it Destruction as horrid and as sudden Shall fall upon thee, as if hell stood open And thou wert sinking thither. hear me yet Here for my service past. What will he say? At euer I deserved your favour hear me, And grant one boon, 'tis not for life I sue for, Nor is it fit that I that ne'er knew pity To any Christian, being one myself Should look for any: no, I rather beg The utmost of your cruelty; I stand Accountable for thousand Christians deaths, And were it possible that I could die A day for every one, then live again To be again tormented, t were to me An easy penance, and I should pass through A gentle cleansing fire, but that denied me, It being beyond the strength of feeble nature,
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They out of desperation Are for vaine glory of an aftername Parted with life. This had not mutinous sonnes As the rash Gracchi were, nor was this Saint A doting mother as Cornelia was: This lost no husband in whose ouerthrow Her wealth and hononr suncke, no feare of want Did make her being redious, but aiming At an immortall crowne, and in his cause Who onely can bestow it; who sent downe Legions of ministring Angels to beare vp Her spotlesse soule to heauen; who entertaind it With choyce celestiall musicke, equall to To the motion of the spheres, she vncompeld Chang'd this life for a better. My Lord Sapritius You were present at her death, did you ere here Such rauishing sounds? Yet you sayd then it was witchcraft, And diuellish illusions. I then hard it With sinfull cares, and belch'd out blasphemous words Against his dietie, which then I knew not, Nor did beleeue in him. Why dost thou now? or dar'st thou in our hearing? Were my voyce As lowd as is his thunder, to be heard Through al the world, all potentates on earth Ready to burst with rage should they but heare it, Though hell to ayde their mallice lent her furies Yet I would speake, and speake againe, and boldly, I am a Christian, and the powers you worship But dreames of fooles and madmen. Lay hands on him. Thou twice a child (for doting age so makes thee) Thou could it not else thy pilgrimage of life, Being almost past through in the last moment, Destroy what ere thou hast done good or great, Thy youth did promise much, and growne a man Thou madest it good, and with encrease of yeares Thy actions still betterd as the Sunne Thou did rise gloriously, kepst a constant course In all thy iourney, and now in the cuening When thou shouldst passe with honour to thy rest, Wilt thou fall like a Metcor? Yet confesse That thou art mad, and that thy tong and heart Had no agreement. Doe, no way is left else To saue thy life Theophilus. But refule it Destruction as horrid and as sodaine Shall fall vpon thee, as if hell stood open And thou wert sinking thither. Here me yet Here for my seruice past. What will he say? At cuer I deseru'd your fauour here me, And grant one boone, tis not for life I sue for, Nor is it fit that I that nere knew pitty To any Christian, being one my selfe Should looke for any: no, I rather beg The vtmost of your cruelty; I stand Accomptable for thousand Christians deaths, And were it possible that I could die A day for euery one, then liue againe To be againe tormented, t were to me An cafie pennance, and I should passe through A gentle clensing fire, but that denyde me, It being beyond the strength of feeble nature,