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 T1 Death, grief and revenge · 510 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T1: death, life, dead, die, blood, revenge, soul, father, heart, heaven.
Nephew, true; Let him and's follies wrestle; from their birth We will bring out our safeties; Villains, we know Are sometimes Stilts, on which great men must go. Sir, as you're royal, hear us. villains, Traitors, Vipers. In the name Of goodness and of good men; what hand dare Be raised against his Sovereign? Gracious Sir, Let not your rage abuse you; there's none here That your word cannot slaughter. Give me way; Shall my own blood destroy me? that I gave I'll sacrifice to justice. Yet Sir, hold. Hear but our innocent answer. If we prove Guilty, let tortures cease us. O my Lord, 'tis a becoming justice; hear them speak. What, Villains that are armed against me? 'tis not so; Nephews, dear Nephews, Throw at his highness' feet, these ill becoming weapons; In this case, they do not guard but hurt you. We obey; and, with our weapons offer up our lives, To have our cause but heard indifferently. Sir, there's no greater innocence on earth Injured then our allegiance: let but truth Accuse us in a shadow; spare us not. But truth accuse you? O strange impudence! thouart not of Brass, but Adamant: seest thou this, This man you hired with stone to murder me; This man with timber; both you wrought to stain The sacred building with foul Parricide. Is not this true? Most true (my Lord) we will both be forsworn unto it. Falsehood, thouart grown a mighty one, when these; These Slaves shall murder Princes. No, not these Your vild acts do destroy you: Speak, my Lord; Did not you see these in the dead of night, Armed with their weapons, watch at my Chamber door, Intending to assault me? 'tis most true; And had I not with threats and some exclaims Removed them, you had perished. Wonderful. O truth, for shame awaken; this Slave will Exile thee from all Mankind. What, doth this Bristle your guilty spirits? No, I'll come Nearer unto your Treasons; here's your hands, Your own hands, most unnatural: Sister, see; See, mine Antipater; (for I know, you both Are perfect in their hands and Characters) This Letter did they traitorously convey Unto Chrysander, which commands our Powers, And Conquests won in Greece; inciting him To break his firm allegiance, and to join His strength with theirs, to work our overthrow. Speak, our Centurion; did not you receive This Letter from Chrysander? My Lord, I did. And that it is their own hands, witness you; And you; and all that know them. I am struck dumb with wonder; I should swear This were your own hands Nephews. By my hopes; If it be false, 'tis strangely counterfeit; The Slave that did it had a cunning hand, And near acquaintance with you: but, dear Sir, It shall be gracious in you to conceive The best of these misfortunes: who, that knows The world, knows not her mischieves; and how Slaves Are ever casting Mines up; for my part, (Though there's no likelihood) I will suppose, This is, and may be counterfeit.
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Nephew, true; Let him and's follies wrestle; from their birth We will bring out our safeties; Villaines, we know Are sometimes Stilts, on which great men must goe. Sir, as y'are royall, heare vs. Villaines, Traytors, Vipers. In the name Of goodnesse and of good men; what hand dare Be rais'd against his Soueraigne? Gracious Sir, Let not your rage abuse you; there's none heere That your word cannot slaughter. Giue me way; Shall my owne blood destroy me? that I gaue Ile sacrifice to Iustice. Yet Sir, hold. Heare but our innocent answere. If we proue Guilty, let tortures ceaze vs. O my Lord, Tis a becomming Iustice; heare them speake. What, Villaines that are arm'd against me? Tis not so; Nephewes, deare Nephewes, Throw at his Highnes feete, these ill becomming weapons; In this case, they doe not guard but hurt you. We obey; and, with our weapons offer vp our liues, To haue our cause but heard indifferently. Sir, there's no greater innocence on earth Iniur'd then our alleageance: let but truth Accuse vs in a shadow; spare vs not. But truth accuse you? O strange impudence! Th'art not of Brasse, but Adamant: seest thou this, This man you hir'd with stone to murder me; This man with timber; both you wrought to staine The sacred building with foule Paricide. Is not this true? Most true (my Lord) wee will both bee forsworne vnto it. Falshood, th'art grown a mighty one, when these; These Slaues shall murder Princes. No, not these Your vilde acts doe destroy you: Speake, my Lord; Did not you see these in the dead of night, Arm'd with their weapons, watch at my Chamber doore, Intending to assault me? Tis most true; And had I not with threats and some exclaimes Remou'd them, you had perisht. Wonderfull. O truth, for shame awaken; this Slaue will Exile thee from all Mankinde. What, doth this Bristle your guilty spirits? No, Ile come Neerer vnto your Treasons; heer's your hands, Your own hands, most vnnaturall: Sister, see; See, mine Antipater; (or I know, you both Are perfect in their hands and Characters) This Letter did they traitrously conuey Vnto Chrysander, which commands our Powers, And Conquests won in Greece; inciting him To breake his firme alleageance, and to ioyne His strength with theirs, to worke our ouerthrow. Speake, our Centurion; did not you receiue This Letter from Chrysander? My Lord, I did. And that it is their owne hands, witnesse you; And you; and all that know them. I am strooke dumbe with wonder; I should sweare This were your own hands Nephews. By my hopes; If it be false, tis strangely counterfeit; The Slaue that did it had a cunning hand, And neere acquaintance with you: but, deare Sir, It shall be gracious in you to conceiue The best of these misfortunes: who, that knowes The world, knowes not her mischieues; and how Slaues Are euer casting Mines vp; for my part, (Though there's no likelihood) I will suppose, This is, and may be counterfeit.