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 T14 Royal love, favour and dynastic relation · 479 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T14: prince, princess, love, king, lord, queen, madam, grace, lady, life.
And so will I. But never I, it is impossible. Sir, I beseech you, howsoe'er you lose The force of Nature, or the touch of blood; Lose not the use of justice; that should live, When both the rest are rotten: all these proofs Are false as Slander, and the work hewed out Only by malice; when we're ta'en away, 'tis you yourself next follows: why alas, We are your Armour; he that would strike home, And hit you soundly, must unbuckle us. Besides Sir, please you either send, or call Chrysander home (whom we have ever held, A noble, free, and worthy Gentleman) And, if he do accuse us; we will throw Our lives to death with willingness; nay more, Plead guilty to their Slanders. In my thoughts This is a noble motion; hear them Sir. It will renown your patience; Sacred Sir, Let me beg for my Nephews; you have said You took delight to hear me; hear me now. 'Sfoot, you're too earnest, and will spoil us all; Beg with a scurvy cold Parenthesis. Sir, (though I know; in this case, minutes are Irrecoverable losses) yet, you may (If't please you) grant them their Petition. I'm resolved, Chrysander shall be sent for: ha, how now? Why starest thou? why art breathless? O my Lord, My gracious Lord, hear me; I must disclose A treason foul and odious: these your Sons, Your Princely Sons, chiefly Prince Alexander, By fearful threats, and golden promises, Have laboured me, that when I should be called, To trim your Highness beard, or cut your hair; I then should lay my Razor to your throat, And send you hence to Heaven. O unnatural! Villain, speak this again. Villain, speak truth, fear judgement. Briefly Sir, Prince Alexander, and Aristobulus Offered me heaps of gold to cut your throat, When I should trim or shave you. From which, thus Mine own hand shall secure me; villain, die, That knew'st a way to kill me; and henceforth, What Slave soever dare to fill mine ear With tales of this foul nature, thus shall perish; I'll not be tortured living: where's my Guard? Handle those treacherous young men; and, with cords, Strangle them both immediately. Sir, O Sir. Hear us; but hear us. Never, I am deaf; Villains, that hatch such execrable thoughts, Unfit for noble spirits, shall not breathe: Dispatch I say; for unto time I'll raise Such Trophies of Severity; that he Which reads your Story with a bloody thought, Shall tremble and forsake it. Yet that man Seeing your Rigour, and our Innocence, Shall turn his fear to pity, and condemn The malice of your rashness: Sir, to die Thus, as we do, not guilty, is a death, Of all, most blessed, most glorious; for, it is To brave death, not to feel it; and this end Revives us, but not kills us.
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And so will I. But neuer I, it is impossible. Sir, I beseech you, howsoere you lose The force of Nature, or the touch of blood; Lose not the vse of Iustice; that should liue, When both the rest are rotten: all these proofes Are false as Slander, and the woke hew'd out Only by malice; when w'are tane away, Tis you your selfe next followes: why alasse, We are your Armour; he that would strike home, And hit you soundly, must vnbuckle vs. Besides Sir, please you either send, or call Chrysander home (whom we haue euer held, A noble, free, and worthy Gentleman) And, if he doe accuse vs; we will throw Our liues to death with willingnesse; nay more, Plead guilty to their Slanders. In my thoughts This is a noble motion; heare them Sir. It will renowne your patience; Sacred Sir, Let me begge for my Nephewes; you haue said You tooke delight to heare me; heare me now. S'foote, y'are too earnest, and will spoyle vs all; Begge with a scuruy cold Parenthesis. Sir, (though I know; in this case, minutes are Irrecouerable losses) yet, you may (If't please you) grant them their Petition. I'm resolu'd, Chrysander shall be sent for: ha, how now? Why star'st thou? why art breathlesse? O my Lord, My gracious Lord, heare me; I must disclose A treason foule and odious: these your Sonnes, Your Princely Sonnes, chiefly Prince Alexander, By fearefull threats, and golden promises, Haue labour'd me, that when I should be cald, To trim your Highnesse beard, or cut your hayre; I then should lay my Razor to your throat, And send you hence to Heauen. O vnnaturall! Villaine, speake this againe. Villaine, speak truth, feare Iudgement. Briefly Sir, Prince Alexander, and Aristobulus Offer'd me heapes of gold to cut your throat, When I should trim or shaue you. From which, thus Mine owne hand shall secure me; villaine, die, That knew'st a way to kill me; and henceforth, What Slaue soeuer dare to fill mine eare With tales of this foule nature, thus shall perish; Ile not be tortur'd liuing: where's my Guard? Handle those treacherous young men; and, with cordes, Strangle them both immediately. Sir, O Sir. Heare vs; but heare vs. Neuer, I am deafe; Villaines, that hatch such execrable thoughts, Vnfit for noble spirits, shall not breath: Dispatch I say; for vnto time Ile raise Such Trophees of Seuerity; that he Which reads your Story with a bloody thought, Shall tremble and forsake it. Yet that man Seeing your Rigor, and our Innocence, Shall turne his feare to pitty, and condemne The malice of your rashnesse: Sir, to dye Thus, as we doe, not guilty, is a death, Of all, most blest, most glorious; for, it is To braue death, not to feele it; and this end Reuiues vs, but not kils vs.