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 · 521 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T1: death, life, dead, die, blood, revenge, soul, father, heart, heaven.
Madam, I am; for, with this peace of mind, I find my breath decaying; yet before I take this long last journey, one thing more I must disclose; then, all is perfitted. Wife, reach me the Viol standing in my Study, Of which I was so careful, and did bind yourself by Oath to look to: go, away; 'tis a new birth that Villainy would bring forth. More mischiefs yet in hatching? These actions lead you on to happiness; And for the penitent man, remission stands Ready to fold him in her Crystal arms: Yet noble Pheroas, make me so much blessed, To know who plotte Marriam's Ttagoey Name it no more; open not my wound afresh; lest, in th'incision, I should bleed to death: I have too much upon me; add to Fire, Not Oil, but Water; Seas will not raise his care, Whose ship lies sanded on the hill Despair. Sir, here's the Viol. Here's a little Compass; but a mighty sound: And in this little Thimble, lies strange Villainy. Madam, 'twas once prepared for the King; And he from me deserved it; not from him That bought it to destroy him: but I'll show Mercy to my Tormenters. And those deeds Argue a pious Nature. If they do; Then thus I will express them: Wife, by all The ties that I can challenge, or entreat By oath, by faith, by love and loyal duty, I bind thee keep this glass till I be dead; But, once departed, spill it on the ground, Where ne'er treads living Creature; and (though urged) Deny thou ever sawst it; yea, though death Be threatened to confess it: this performed, My peace is made with all things. By all the Bonds of love and faith I will. Then Herod do thy worst; I am beyond The reach of all thine envy; peace dwells here; And quiet Slumber sits upon mine eyes: I have no Racks nor Batteries now within, As erst I had when I was troubled: My numbed feet which late so leaden were, I could not stand nor walk; have now such warmth, That I can travel unto Paradise; And, with spread arms, encircle mercy to me: I that accused the Queen, accuse myself, And on her Altar lay my bleeding heart; Where I have found such mercy in my truth, That Marriams self hath got me happy pardon: For which dear Sweet I thank thee: now I come, My life hath run its Circle, and's come round; Mount Soul to Heaven; sink sins unto the ground. O, he is gone, his life is withered: What shall become of me? I'm lost for ever. My Lord, my Husband; O, my Pheroas; Lift up those eyes, they are too soon obscured From her, that as her life did tender thee. Have patience; 'tis a fruitless Dialogue, Since to the dead you speak; withdraw him hence, His Conscience is unburdened, he secure On his long journey wandered; and believe't, The causers of his woe shall follow him; By all that's good they shall; second me Fate, And let revenge once murder cruel hate.
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Madam, I am; for, with this peace of minde, I finde my breath decaying; yet before I take this long last Iourney, one thing more I must disclose; then, all is perfitted. Wife, reach me the Violl standing in my Study, Of which I was so carefull, and did binde Your selfe by Oath to looke to: goe, away; Tis a new birth that Villany vvould bring forth. More mischiefes yet in hatching? These actions leade you on to happinesse; And for the penitent man, remission stands Ready to fold him in her Christall armes: Yet noble Pheroas, make me so much blest, To know vvho plotte Marriam's Ttagoey Name it no more; ope not my vvound afresh; Least, in th'incision, I should bleed to death: I haue too much vpon me; adde to Fire, Not Oyle, but Water; Seas will not raise his care, Whose ship lies sanded on the hill Despaire. Sir, here's the Violl. Here's a little Compasse; but a mighty sound: And in this little Thimble, lies strange Villany. Madam, twas once prepared for the King; And he from me deseru'd it; not from him That bought it to destroy him: but Ile shew Mercy to my Tormenters. And those deeds Argue a pious Nature. If they doe; Then thus I will expresse them: Wife, by all The ties that I can challenge, or intreate By oath, by faith, by loue and loyall duty, I binde thee keepe this glasse till I be dead; But, once departed, spill it on the ground, Where nere treads liuing Creature; and (though vrg'd) Deny thou euer sawst it; yea, though death Be threatned to confesse it: this perform'd, My peace is made with all things. By all the Bonds of loue and faith I will. Then Herod doe thy vvorst; I am beyond The reach of all thine enuy; peace dwels heere; And quiet Slumber sits vpon mine eyes: I haue no Racks nor Batteries now vvithin, As earst I had when I vvas troubled: My nummed feete which late so leaden were, I could not stand nor walke; haue now such vvarmth, That I can trauell vnto Paradise; And, vvith spread armes, incircle mercy to me: I that accus'd the Queene, accuse my selfe, And on her Altar lay my bleeding heart; Where I haue found such mercy in my truth, That Marriams selfe hath got me happy pardon: For vvhich deare Sweet I thanke thee: now I come, My life hath runne it's Circle, and's come round; Mount Soule to Heauen; sinke sins vnto the ground. O, he is gone, his life is withered: What shall become of me? I'm lost for euer. My Lord, my Husband; O, my Pheroas; Lift vp those eyes, they are too soone obscur'd From her, that as her life did tender thee. Haue patience; tis a fruitlesse Dialogue, Since to the dead you speake; withdraw him hence, His Conscience is vnburthened, he secure On his long Iourney wander'd; and beleeu't, The causers of his woe shall follow him; By all that's good they shall; second me Fate, And let reuenge once murder cruel hate.