Markham, Gervase / Sampson, William · published 1622 · first performed or written 1622 [c.1619-1622] (Annals) tragedy · Red Bull (Revels) Company (first) · Red Bull unassigned nearest T34 Thebes and royal catastrophe: siege, sla · 504 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T34: thebes, antigone, polynices, creon, eteocles, war, theban, gods, dear, country.
So will I; I'm armed with able mischief. And my plots Shall run as fast to aid and second you. Ladies, shake hands with passion, and let's join To meet the King with royal cheerfulness. Sir, not I; Let them that love their horror seek it still: Goodness I want, with him is all that's ill. You may report our speeches; say, our joy Is, we have left no more he can destroy. This is a violent passion. Let it rule; Repentance needs must follow. Welcome, O welcome to Ierusalem; May Herod live for ever fortunate. We thank you: Mother & Sister, rise; let no knee bow But to the Gods of Greece; by whose support we stand unshaked and unremoved: but (methinks) In this great universal Rhapsody Of comfort and amazement, I do miss Two fair companions of my happiness: Where is my lovely Marriam? what withdraws Her Mother Alexandra? Sure, my heart Looked for their entertainment. Gracious Sir, Th'unfortunate destruction of her Son, The high Priest Aristobulus (late drowned Within the River Rigill) so takes up Their hearts with powerful sorrow, that their minds Are borne with nothing but calamity. That guest is soon removed; go, my Sons, Inform your Grandmother and Mother-Queen, How much I long to see them. 'tis a work Worthy our duties. Ioseph, go, attend; There's need of your assistance. Yes; and all I fear too weak to draw them: Royal Sir, you are abused in your credulity; It is not grief but malice, bitter spleen, An anger I may call Treason, which keeps back These two from noble duties: Sir, they say You do usurp, and are a Murderer, And teach all yours to murder; that you are No lawful King of Israel; but a Greek Descended basely; drawn from polluted blood: Profane, unholy; nay, (indeed) what not That Rancour can imagine? Sir, I fear Your life is plotted on; a wrath like theirs, So loud, so public, nay so impudent; Is not without assistance. Bravely urged. Good Sister, think not so; a loss like theirs Will make dumb patience mutiny; believe't, It moves much in my own breast; as for plots, Alas, what can they dream of? Desperate things. Things which may shake your foothold; for, I fear The Queen is turned an Aspis, and will spread Her fatal poison over you; if you dote, The Lethargy will kill you: Sir, 'tis said, Nay, 'twill be proved she is incontinent. Incontinent! with whom? With him I blush to mention; Ioseph Sir, Ioseph my Husband wrongs you. Peace for shame; Your jealousy doth fool you. Well, take heed Affection do not blind you: 'tis a stain, Almost the whole world finds out; and a truth, Not hidden, but apparent; pray you Sir, Speak you what is reported. 'tis not fit, Nor dare I credit Rumor, chiefly when It speaks of such great persons; yet 'tis true, Many vild things are uttered; nay indeed Some proved I wish were hidden: but alas, Who knows not Slander's ever impudent?
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So will I; I'm arm'd with able mischiefe. And my plots Shall runne as fast to ayd and second you. Ladies, shake hands with passion, and let's ioyne To meete the King with royall cheerefulnesse. Sir, not I; Let them that loue their horror seeke it still: Goodnesse I want, with him is all thats ill. You may report our speeches; say, our ioy Is, we haue left no more he can destroy. This is a violent passion. Let it rule; Repentance needes must follow. Welcome, O welcome to Ierusalem; May Herod liue for euer fortunate. We thank you: Mother & Sister, rise; let no knee bow But to the Gods of Greece; by whose support Wee stand vnshakt and vnremoou'd: but (me thinkes) In this great vniuersall Rhapsodie Of comfort and amazement, I doe misse Two faire companious of my happinesse: Where is my louely Marriam? what withdrawes Her Mother Alexandra? Sure, my heart Lookt for their entertainment. Gracious Sir, Th'vnfortunate destruction of her Sonne, The high Priest Aristobulus (late drownd Within t Riuer Rigill) so takes vp Their hearts with powerfull sorrow, that their minds Are borne with nothing but calamity. That guest is soone remoued; goe, my Sonnes, Informe your Grandmother and Mother-Queene,, How much I long to see them. Tis a worke Worthy our duties. Ioseph, goe, attend; There's need of your assistance. Yes; and all I feare too weake to draw them: Royall Sir, you are abus'd in your credulity; It is not griefe but malice, bitter spleene, An anger I may call Treason, which keepes backe These two from noble duties: Sir, they say You doe vsurpe, and are a Murderer, And teach all yours to murder; that you are No lawfull King of Israel; but a Greeke Descended basely; drawne from polluted blood: Prophane, vnholy; nay, (indeed) what not That Rancor can imagine? Sir, I feare Your life is plotted on; a wrath like theirs, So lowd, so publique, nay so impudent; Is not without assistance. Brauely vrg'd. Good Sister, thinke not so; a losse like theirs Will make dumbe patience muteny; beleeu't, It moues much in my owne brest; as for plots, Alas, what can they dreame of? Desperate things. Things which may shake your foot-hold; for, I feare The Queene is turnd an Aspis, and will spread Her fatall poyson ore you; if you doate, The Lethargie will kill you: Sir, tis said, Nay, t'will be prou'd she is incontinent. Incontinent! with whom? With him I blush to mention; Ioseph Sir, Ioseph my Husband wrongs you. Peace for shame; Your Iealousie doth foole you. Well, take heede Affection doe not blinde you: tis a staine, Almost the whole world finds out; and a truth, Not hidden, but apparant; pray you Sir, Speake you what is reported. Tis not fit, Nor dare I credit Rumor, chiefly when It speakes of such great persons; yet tis true, Many vilde things are vtterd; nay indeed Some prou'd I wish were hidden: but alas, Who knowes not Slander's euer impudent?