Markham, Gervase / Sampson, William · published 1622 · first performed or written 1622 [c.1619-1622] (Annals) tragedy · Red Bull (Revels) Company (first) · Red Bull T38 Death, parting and grief at court typicality 0.82 · 483 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T38: queen, king, death, dead, heart, life, die, lord, royal, news.
What, will you taste some Syrup, or some grapes? No, give me an Apple. Here are fair ones Sir. Lend me a knife to pare it: O Niraleus, I have done cruel justice; is there left A good thing to succeed me? All my Sons, My Brothers, Sisters; nay, the very last Of all my blood is vanished. Say not so; Your Children's Children live yet: Passing true, young Archelaus and Antipas; Beet your charge to see them sent for home; Something I must act, worthy my Meditation; I'll not live to have care dwell so near me; one small prick With this will do it: thus I'll try it. Hold, in the name of wonder; what have you done Sir? Nothing but sought to ease my misery; A little more had done it. Good Sir have patience; a Surgeon there. Patience, thou seest I have, to kill myself; I shall ere long rest in my Marriams arms: I would not be a King another year, For both the Crowns of Iuda and of Rome: Provide my Bed, I'm faint and something sick: Antipater, be close, I'll sift your knavery; A King has eyeballs that can pierce through stone; His very looks, shall make the Slave confess, Who's just, and who's unjust: all is not well; Lend me your hands, we'll try who is the strongest; A wager, of us two, I live the longest. These are (my Lord) your Lodgings; here you may Rest at your noble pleasure; when you call, W''re ready to attend you. Why 'tis well; Yet, if a man should ask this Chambers name, You would call it a Prison. 'tis no less. Then Gentlemen I thank you; take your ease. Never till now hadst thou Antipater, True cause t'account with wisdom; all thy Life Has been but sport and Tennis-play: but this, O this is Serio Ioco, such a Game, As calls thy Life in question; nay, thy Fame; Thy Virtue, Praise, and Reputation: What art thou now? a Prisoner; that's a Slave: Nay, Slave to Slaves; slavish extremity! But now a King; but now a Castaway; Crowned, and uncrowned; and undone every way: Where's now my hellish Counsellors? my hope? My strong bewitched persuasion? Rise, O rise; And once more show me my deliverance: Tut, all mute and hidden; 'tis the devil's trick Sill to forsake men in their misery; And I am pleased they do so: let none share Either in my downfall, or welfare. Keeper, welcome: what news hath ill luck now? Strange Sir, and heavy; Rumour saith, the King Hath slain himself. Ha, call'st thou that ill news? What, is he dead? 'tis strongly so reported. Thou dost not mock my Fortune; prithee speak, Speak, and speak freely; thou hadst wont to love And joy in what did please me: say; Is the King dead indeed? Upon my life, 'tis firmly so reported.
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What, will you tast some Sirrop, or some grapes? No, giue me an Apple. Here are faire ones Sir. Lend me a knife to pare it: O Niraleus, I haue done cruell Iustice; is there left A good thing to succeed me? All my Sonnes, My Brothers, Sisters; nay, the very last Of all my blood is vanisht. Say not so; Your Childrens Children liue yet: Passing true, young Archelaus and Antipas; Beet yor chrge to see them sent for home; Something I mst act, worthy my Meditation; Ile not liue to haue care dwell so neere me; one small pricke With this will doe it: thus Ile trye it. Hold, in the name of wonder; what haue you done Sir? Nothing but sought to ease my misery; A little more had done it. Good Sir haue patience; a Surgeon there. Patience, thou seest I haue, to kill my selfe; I shall ere long rest in my Marriams armes: I would not be a King another yeare, For both the Crownes of Iuda and of Rome: Prouide my Bed, I'm faint and something sicke: Antipater, be close, Ile sift your knauery; A King has eye-balls that can pierce through stone; His very lookes, shall make the Slaue confesse, Who's iust, and who's vniust: all is not well; Lend me your hands, wee'l try who is the strongest; A wager, of vs two, I liue the longest. These are (my Lord) your Lodgings; here you may Rest at your noble pleasure; when you call, W'are ready to attend you. Why tis well; Yet, if a man should aske this Chambers name, You would call it a Prison. Tis no lesse. Then Gentlemen I thanke you; take your ease. Neuer till now hadst thou Antipater, True cause t'account with wisedome; all thy Life Ha's beene but sport and Tennis-play: but this, O this is Serio Ioco, such a Game, As cals thy Life in question; nay, thy Fame; Thy Vertue, Praise, and Reputation: What art thou now? a Prisoner; that's a Slaue: Nay, Slaue to Slaues; slauish extremity! But now a King; but now a Cast-away; Crown'd, and vncrown'd; and vndone euery way: Where's now my hellish Counsellors? my hope? My strong bewitcht perswasion? Rise, O rise; And once more shew me my deliuerance: Tut, all mute and hidden; tis the Diuels tricke Sill to forsake men in their misery; And I am pleas'd they doe so: let none share Either in my downefall, or welfare. Keeper, welcome: what newes hath ill lucke now? Strange Sir, and heauy; Rumour saith, the King Hath slaine himselfe. Ha, cal'st thou that ill newes? What, is he dead? Tis strongly so reported. Thou dost not mocke my Fortune; prethee speake, Speake, and speake freely; thou hadst wont to loue And ioy in what did please me: say; Is the King dead indeed? Vpon my life, tis firmely so reported.