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 T38 Death, parting and grief at court · 500 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T38: queen, king, death, dead, heart, life, die, lord, royal, news.
Excellent, excellent; noble, happy news; Why, what heart could wish better? I am tranced And rapt with admiration; why, I knew Fortune durst not forsake me: now he's dead, I may say, as the Devil says, all's mine: My hopes, my thoughts, my wishes; prithee joy Do not too much o'ercome me: once again, Say, is he dead? is Herod vanished? Questionless, so talks Rumour. Name it truth; Do not abuse a thing so excellent: And now he's dead; who thinkst thou is the King? I think your Greatness only. Why, 'tis true; Exceeding true; who, but Antipater: Hath not Augustus chose me? set the Crown Here? here, my Animis? hath not public Rome Styled me the King of luda? is there left Any of Casmonani; or the Seed Which they do call the holy Israel? No, I have sent them packing; theyare as dead As Herod and my fears are: O, my joys, How nimble have you made me! To behold The Hangman hang himself; would it not please Those that stood near the Gallows: by my Life, (Which this sweet news hath lengthened) had I seen The Old man kill himself; I think I should Have burst my sides with laughing: Come, let's go; I'll have the Crown immediately. Go, my Lord, whither? Unto the Court, the City, anywhere; Whither my pleasure leads me. Pardon me; I have not that Commission. How; not that Commission? 'Sfoot, dare any heart Harbour a thought 'gainst me? Come, thouart wise; Open thy Doors unto me; I have power That knows, and can requite thee; by this hand, If thou withstand'st my purpose; look to be Despised and wretched. Good my Lord, be pleased. Not to have you dispute my sufferance: Come will you let me go? Sir, I dare not. Expect a damned mischief. Take better thoughts, And good my Lord conceive, this is but News; It may be true, or false, or any way. You will not let me go then? Would I could; Yet if you will take patience, with all haste I'll fly unto the Court: if there I find The News be firm and certain; I'm your Slave: You shall dispose yourself, and me and all things. Pox of your purity, your Gingerbread, And nice, safe reservations: but, since force Makes me obey you; go, away, be gone; Fly as thou look'st for favour. I am vanished. O, what a thing is Man! how quickly made And marred, and yet again re-edified, All with a breath; to make us know, in Kings, Consists the great work of Creation: Why, I was lost but now; and now again, Am found as great as ever; thus can Fate Change and rechange at pleasure; he that would Have killed, is killed in killing: foolish Fiends, You are deceived to leave me; I shall live To make you bound to mine Iniquity; Indeed I shall; and make Posterity Cite only my example; then (my Soul) Sit, and sleep out thy dangers.
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Excellent, excellent; noble, happy newes; Why, what heart could wish better? I am traunc't And rapt with admiration; why, I knew Fortune durst not forsake me: now hee's dead, I may say, as the Diuell sayes, all's mine: My hopes, my thoughts, my wishes; prethee ioy Doe not too much orecome me: once againe, Say, is he dead? is Herod vanished? Questionles, so talkes Rumour. Name it truth; Doe not abuse a thing so excellent: And now hee's dead; who thinkst thou is the King? I thinke your Greatnesse only. Why, tis true; Exceeding true; who, but Antipater: Hath not Augustus chose me? set the Crowne Here? here, my Animis? hath not publique Rome Stil'd me the King of luda? is there left Any of Casmonani; or the Seede Which they doe call the holy Israel? No, I haue sent them packing; th'are as dead As Herod and my feares are: O, my Ioyes, How nimble haue you made me! To behold The Hangman hang himselfe; would it not please Those that stood neere the Gallowes: by my Life, (Which this sweet newes hath lengthened) had I seene The Old man kill himselfe; I thinke I should Haue burst my sides with laughing: Come, let's goe; Ile haue the Crowne imediately. Go, my Lord, whither? Vnto the Court, the City, any where; Whither my pleasure leads me. Pardon me; I haue not that Commission. How; not that Commission? S'foot, dare any heart Harbor a thought 'gainst me? Come, th'art wise; Open thy Dores vnto me; I haue power That knowes, and can requit thee; by this hand, If thou withstandst my purpose; looke to be Despis'd and wretched. Good my Lord, be pleas'd. Not to haue you dispute my sufferance: Come will you let me goe? Sir, I dare not. Expect a damned mischiefe. Take better thoughts, And good my Lord conceiue, this is but Newes; It may be true, or false, or any way. You will not let me go then? Would I could; Yet if you will take patience, with all hast Ile flye vnto the Court: if there I finde The Newes be firme and certaine; I'm your Slaue: You shall dispose your selfe, and me and all things. Poxe of your purity, your Ginger-bread, And nice, safe reseruations: but, since force Makes me obay you; goe, away, be gone; Flye as thou lookst for fauour. I am vanisht. O, what a thing is Man! how quickly made And mar'd, and yet againe reedified, All with a breath; to make vs know, in Kings, Consists the great worke of Creation: Why, I was lost but now; and now againe, Am found as great as euer; thus can Fate Change and rechange at pleasure; he that would Haue kil'd, is kil'd in killing: foolish Fiends, You are deceiu'd to leaue me; I shall liue To make you bound to mine Iniquity; Indeed I shall; and make Posterity Cite onely my example; then (my Soule) Sit, and sleepe out thy dangers.