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 0.83 · 492 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T38: queen, king, death, dead, heart, life, die, lord, royal, news.
Gracious Sir, The rumour of your death, when it had filled The City; flew to him. Yes, and then How took he my departing? Come, I see Strange things in thy deliverance: speak, speak free; How took he that sad Message? Not toth' heart. No 'twas enough the countenance languished. That was as light as any. On thy life Tell me his whole demeanour. Sir, in brief; When I had told the fatal Accident Both of your wound and dying; sudden mirth Ran through him like a Lightning; and he seemed Only a flame of jest and Merriment: His joy was past example; and he swore, His sins had made him King of Israel: What shall I say; if threatenings or reward Could but have bought his freedom; at my choice Lay all my heart could number. Peace, no more; I think what thou canst utter: O, this Son, This Bastard Son hath only ruined me: Hell never knew his equal; all my sins Are but the seeds he planted: fie, O fie. Do not afflict yourself; 'tis justice now Shall take the Cause in handling: Captains hark, And hark Niraleus, do as I command; Be vigilant and serious: go, away. It shall be so; these Visions are to me, Like Old-wives Tales, or Dreams of Goblins; And shall pass like them, scorned and jested at: Why, what to me is Conscience? if I could Neglect it in my whole Course; shall I now Now when the Goal is gotten, stand afraid Of such poor moral Shadows? No, 'tis here, Hardened by Hell and Custom which shall keep And outface all such Battery: I'm myself, A King, a royal King; and that dear joy Shall bury all Offences: Herod's dead; And in his Grave, sleep my distemperance. Health to the King of Iuda. Ha, what's that? Long life unto the King Antipater. Is the news true then? is the Old man dead? The wretched poor Old man; and, have my Stars Made me the man I wished for? O, you are My Nightingales of comfort, and shall sing Notes far above your Fortunes. Sir, he's dead; And in his death hath given you all, that Rome Before confirmed upon you; which we thus Fix on your sacred Temples; only crave, You will be pleased (as Herod did desire) That ere you do ascend the Sovereign Chair, First to behold his Body, and on it Bestow one Tear or natural Sacrifice. O 'tis a Rent most ready; Tears in me Are like Showers in the Spring time, ever black; But never far from Sunshine: Come, I have A longing heart and busy thoughts, which knows There's much to do in little time: away: I long to meet my glory; never hour Was Crowned with better fate, or stronger power. This Preparation's honest; so dispatch, And place these mortal Triumphs handsomely: Sirrah, conceal your person; let no fear Make his fear grow too early.
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Gracious Sir, The rumour of your death, when it had fild The City; flew to him. Yes, and then How tooke he my departing? Come, I see Strange things in thy deliuerance: speake, speake free; How tooke he that sad Message? Not toth' heart. No 'twas enough the count'nance languished. That was as light as any. On thy life Tell me his whole demeanour. Sir, in briefe; When I had told the fatall Accident Both of your wound and dying; sodaine mirth Ranne through him like a Lightning; and he seemd Onely a flame of Iest and Merriment: His ioy was past example; and he swore, His sinnes had made him King of Israel: What shall I say; if threatnings or reward Could but haue bought his freedome; at my choyce Lay all my heart could number. Peace, no more; I thinke what thou canst vtter: O, this Sonne, This Bastard Sonne hath onely ruind me: Hell neuer knew his equall; all my sinnes Are but the seeds he planted: fie, O fie. Do not afflict your selfe; tis Iustice now Shall take the Cause in handling: Captaines harke, And harke Niraleus, doe as I command; Be vigilant and serious: goe, away. It shall be so; these Visions are to me, Like Old-wiues Tales, or Dreames of Goblins; And shall passe like them, scorn'd and iested at: Why, what to me is Conscience? if I could Neglect it in my whole Course; shall I now Now when the Goale is gotten, stand affraid Of such poore morall Shadowes? No, tis here, Harden'd by Hell and Custome which shall keepe And out-face all such Battry: I'm my selfe, A King, a royall King; and that deare Ioy Shall bury all Offences: Herod's dead; And in his Graue, sleepe my distemperance. Health to the King of Iuda. Ha, what's that? Long life vnto the King Antipater. Is the newes true then? is the Old man dead? The wretched poore Old man; and, haue my Starres Made me the man I wisht for? O, you are My Nightingales of comfort, and shall sing Notes farre aboue your Fortunes. Sir, hee's dead; And in his death hath giuen you all, that Rome Before confirm'd vpon you; which we thus Fixe on your sacred Temples; onely craue, You will be pleas'd (as Herod did desire) That ere you do ascend the Soueraigne Chayre, First to behold his Body, and on it Bestow one Teare or naturall Sacrifice. O tis a Rent most ready; Teares in me Are like Showers in the Spring time, euer blacke; But neuer farre from Sunshine: Come, I haue A longing heart and busie thoughts, which knowes There's much to doe in little time: away: I long to meet my glory; neuer hower Was Crown'd with better fate, or stronger power. This Preparation's honest; so dispatch, And place these mortall Triumphs handsomely: Sirrah, conceale your person; let no feare Make his feare grow too early.