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 · 497 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T1: death, life, dead, die, blood, revenge, soul, father, heart, heaven.
My suit is you would have no pity on me. In mine own house there are a thousand engine Of studied cruelty, which I did prepare For miserable Christians, let me feel As the Sicilian did his brazen bull, The horridst you can find, and I will say In death that you are merciful. Despair not In this thou shalt prevail, go fetch 'em hither, Death shall put on a thousand shapes at once And so appear before thee, racks, and whips, Thy flesh with burning pincer torn, shall feed The fire that heats them, and what's wanting to The torture of thy body, I'll supply In punishing thy mind: fetch all the Christians That are in hold, and here before his face Cut'em in pieces. 'tis not in thy power, It was the first good deed I ever did, They are removed out of thy reach, howe'er I was determined for my sins to die, I first took order for their liberty, And still I dare thy worst. Dind him I say, Make every artery and sinew crack, The slave that makes him give the loudest shriek Shall have ten thousand Drachmas, wretch i'll force thee To curse the power thou worshippest. Never, never, No breath of mine shall ever be spent on him, But what shall speak his Majesty or mercy: I am honoured in my sufferings, weak tormentors More tortures, more: alas you are unskilful, For heaven's sake more; my breast is yet untorn: Here purchase the reward that was propounded, The Irons cool, here are arms yet and thighs, Spare no part of me. He endures beyond The sufferance of a man. No sigh nor groan To witness he has feeling. Harder Villains. Unless that he blaspheme he's lost for ever, torments euer could bring forth despair, Let these compel him to it. oh me My ancient enemies again, Most glorious vision, Did ere so hard a bed yield man a dream So heavenly as this? I am confirmed, Confirmed you blessed spirits, and make haste To take that crown of immortality You offer to me; death till this blessed minute I never thought thee slow paced, nor could I Hasten thee now for any pain I suffer, But that thou kepst me from a glorious wreath Which through this stormy way I would creep to, And humbly kneeling with humility wear it. Oh now I feel thee, blessed spirits I come And witness for me, all these wounds and scars, I die a soldier in the Christian wars. I have seen thousands tortured, but ne'er yet A constancy like this. I am twice damned. Haste to thy place appointed cursed fiend, In spite of hell this soldier's not thy prey, 'tis I have won, thou that hast lost the day. I think the centre of the earth be cracks, Yet I still stand unmoved, and will go on, The persecution that is here begun, Through all the world with violence shall run.
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My sute is you would haue no pitty on me. In mine owne house there are a thousand engine Of studied crueltie, which I did prepare For miserable Christians, let me seele As the Sicilian did his brazen bull, The horridst you can find, and I will say In death that you are mercifull. Despaire not In this thou shalt preuaile, go fetch 'em hither, Death shall put on a thousand shapes at once And so appeare before thee, racks, and whips, Thy flesh with burning pinsorstorne, shall feed The fire that heates them, and whats wanting to The torture of thy body, Ile supply In punishing thy mind: fetch all the Christians That are in hold, and here before his face Cut'cm in peeces. Tis not in thy power, It was the first good deed I euer did, They are remou'd out of thy raceh, how ere I was determin'd for my sinnes to die, I first tooke order for their liberty, And still I dare thy worst. Dind him I say, Make euery artery and sinew crack, The slaue that makes him giue the lowdest shrike Shall haue ten thousand Drachmes, wretch ile force thee To curse the power thou worship'st. Neuer, neuer, No breath of mine shall euer be spent on him, But what shall speake his Maiesty or mercy: I am honour'd in my suffrings, weake tormentors More tortures, more: alas you are vnskilfull, For Heauens sake more; my brest is yet vntorne: Heere purchase the reward that was propounded, The Irons coole, heere are armes yet and thighes, Spare no part of me. He endures beyond The suffrance of a man. No sigh nor grone To witnesse he has feeling. Harder Villaines. Vnlesse that he blaspheme hee's lost for euer, Iftorments cuer could bring forth despaire, Let these compell him to it. oh me My ancient enemies againe, Most glorious vision, Did ere so hard a bed yeeld man a dreame So heauenly as this? I am confirm'd, Confirm'd you blessed spirits, and make hast To take that crowne of immortality You offer to me; death till this blest minute I neuer thought thee slow pac'd, nor could I Hasten thee now for any paine I suffer, But that thou kepst me from a glorious wreath Which through this stormy way I would creepe to, And humbly kneeling with humility weare it. Oh now I feele thee, blessed spirits I come And witnesse for me, all these wounds and scarres, I die a souldier in the Christian warres. I haue seene thousands tortur'd, but nere yet A constancy like this. I am twise damn'd. Haste to thy place appointed cursed fiend, In spite of hell this souldier's not thy prey, Tis I haue wonne, thou that hast lost the day. I thinke the centre of the earth be cracks, Yet I still stand vnmou'd, and will go on, The persecution that is here begun, Through all the world with violence shall run.