Markham, Gervase / Sampson, William · published 1622 · first performed or written 1622 [c.1619-1622] (Annals) tragedy · Red Bull (Revels) Company (first) · Red Bull T40 Sin, guilt and violent loss within famil typicality 0.89 · 498 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T40: brother, death, life, die, heaven, sin, live, father, blood, soul.
Brother, true; Let me embrace thy goodness; for I know, The last gasp of a death thus innocent, Hath no pain in it; and we're sure to find Sweetness i'th' shortness, all content of mind. Pull, and dispatch them. This was well contrived. An act worth imitation. O, mighty Sir, You have done justice bravely, on your head Depends so many heads, and on your life The lives of such abundance; that, believe't, Acts and Consents must not alone be feared; But Words and Thoughts; nay very Visions, In this case must be punished: Ancient times, (For princes' safeties) made our Dreams our Crimes. 'tis true; and I am resolute to run a Course, T'affright the proudest Attempter; go, convey Those bodies unto Burial: Antipater, Come near me man; thouart now the only branch Left of this aged Body; which, howe'er Disdained, for want of grafting; yet, I'll now Make thee the chief, the best, and principal. It is our pleasure, that with winged speed, Forthwith you pass to Rome; and, in our name, Salute the great Augustus; say, that age, grief, And some natural sickness, having made My mind unfit for Government; I crave, He would confirm thee in the Royalty: Which granted, I will instantly give up To thee and to thy goodness, all I hold; Either in Crown, or Greatness. Gracious Sir. Do not cross my commandment; for I know Thy sweet and modest temper: but away; Fly in thy happy journey; I presage, Those which did hate my Youth, will love mine Age. here's a brave change, sweet Nephew; can you fly Above the pitch you play in? No, sweet Aunt; Nor in my flight will leave you, could I shoot Through Heaven, as through the air; yet would I bear Thy goodness ever with me: howe'er I rise, 'tis you alone shall rule Ierusalem. No, 'tis Antipater; go, be fortunate: I've other plots in working. So have I: The king's death and her own; till that be done, Nothing is perfect; th'half way is but run. Ha! who's this? the noble Pheroas? What chance makes my dear Uncle droop thus? Do not give way to your discontentment. Pardon me, it is become my Master; spacious minds Are not like little bosoms; they may press And crush disgraces inward; but the great, Gives them full Field to fight in; and each stroke Contempt doth strike is mortal. Say not so; You may find reparation. Tell me where; Not upon earth; when reputation's gone, 'tis not in Kings to bring her back again: I am a banished outcast, and what's more, The scorn of those gaze on me: but a day Will come, of Visitation, when the King May wish these foul deeds undone. Come, no more W''re partners in your sorrows; and howe'er The King doth yet smile on us, we know well The word of any Peasant hath full power To turn us topsy-turvy. Are you there? Nay, than you have got feeling.
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Brother, true; Let me imbrace thy goodnesse; for I know, The last gaspe of a death thus innocent, Hath no paine in it; and w'are sure to finde Sweetnesse ith' shortnesse, all content of minde. Pull, and dispatch them. This was well contriu'd. An act worth imitation. O, mighty Sir, You haue done Iustice brauely, on your head Depends so many heads, and on your life The liues of such aboundance; that, beleeu't, Acts and Consents must not alone be fear'd; But Words and Thoughts; nay very Visions, In this case must be punish't: Ancient times, (For Princes safeties) made our Dreames our Crimes. Tis true; and I am resolute to run a Course, T'affright the proud'st Attempter; goe, conuay Those bodies vnto Buriall: Antipater, Come neere me man; th'art now the only branch Left of this aged Body; which, howere Disdaind, for want of grafting; yet, Ile now Make thee the chiefe, the best, and principall. It is our pleasure, that with winged speed, Forthwith you passe to Rome; and, in our name, Salute the great Augustus; say, that age, griefe, And some naturall sicknesse, hauing made My minde vnfit for Gouernment; I craue, He would confirme thee in the Royalty: Which granted, I will instantly giue vp To thee and to thy goodnesse, all I hold; Either in Crowne, or Greatnesse. Gracious Sir. Doe not crosse my commandment; for I know Thy sweet and modest temper: but away; Fly in thy happy iourney; I presage, Those which did hate my Youth, will loue mine Age. Heeresa baue change, sweet Nephew; can you flye Aboue the pit you play in? No, sweet Aunt; Nor in my flight will leaue you, could I shoote Through Heauen, as through the ayre; yet would I beare Thy goodnesse euer with me: how ere I rise, Tis you alone shall rule Ierusalem. No, tis Antipater; goe, be fortunate: I'ue other plots in working. So haue I: The Kings death and her owne; till that be done, Nothing is perfect; th'halfe way is but runne. Ha! who's this? the noble Pheroas? What chance makes my deare Vncle droope thus? Doe not giue way to your discontentment. Pardon me, it is become my Maister; spacious mindes Are not like little bosomes; they may presse And crush disgraces inward; but the great, Giues them full Field to fight in; and each stroke Contempt doth strike is mortall. Say not so; You may finde reparation. Tell me where; Not vpon earth; when reputation's gone, Tis not in Kings to bring her backe againe: I am a banisht out-cast, and what's more, The scorne of those gaze on me: but a day Will come, of Visitation, when the King May wish these foule deeds vndone. Come, no more W'are partners in your sorrowes; and how ere The King doth yet smile on vs, we know well The word of any Peasant hath full power To turne vs topsie turuy. Are you there? Nay, then you haue got feeling.