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 · 457 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T1: death, life, dead, die, blood, revenge, soul, father, heart, heaven.
Was she assistant to you? Sir, she was. Produce her presently. Sir, 'tis too late; The heart-strong Lady once imprisoned, Forsook all food, all comfort, and with sighs, Broke her poor heart in sunder. And that word Hath brought mine unto cracking; strike, O strike; Dispatch the Execution; or mine eyes Will not continue to behold the grace Of the revenge I thirst for. Fear me not; I am as swift in my desire of death, As you are in your longings: Come, thou friend To great men's Fears, and poor men's Miseries, Strike, and strike home with boldness; here's a Life Thy steel may quench, not conquer; for the thought Exceeds all mortal Imitation: Greatness grew in my Cradle; with my Blood, 'twas fed to mature ripeness; on my Grave, It shall, to all the Ages of the World, Live in eternal dreadful Epitaphs: This service men shall do me; and my name Remain a Bugbear to Ambition. Come; I am now prepared. Sir, will you please to kneel. What to thy vildness? Slave, I'll stand as high And strong as is a Mountain; strike, or perish. I cannot then Sir do mine Office. Pox of your form in these extremities. What art thou there, poor tortured Wickedness? And dost thou waft me to thee? Then, I come; I stoop, I fall, I will do any thing; art to me as Destiny: O stay, My quick Soul shall o'ertake thee: for, but we, Never two reached the height of Villainy. Strike, O strike. O-o-o- Whence came that deadly groan. From the King; the blow the Hangman gave Antipater, Took his life in the Instant: Sir, he's dead. The Gods have showed their wonders; some withdraw The Bodies and inter them: that; where none May pity or lament him: th'other so; As all men may admire him: for the Crown, Thus I bestow it on young Archelaus: Rome makes thee King of Iuda; and erects Thy Chair and Throne within Ierusalem. Long live Archelaus, King of Ierusalem. I will be Caesar's servant; and my life, I hope shall purge these woes from Israel. 'tis a sweet royal Promise; prosper in't; Make Virtue thy Companion: for we see, She builds their ruins, spring from Tyranny. Y'ave heard a Tale, which not a noble Ear But has drunk with devotion; and howe'er It scant in phrase or action; yet it may Rank with some others, and be held a Play, Though not the best, nor worst; yet we hope It keeps the middle passage; that's the scope Of our Ambition: But, of this we're bold, A truer Story ne'er was writ, or told: If Envy hurt it, 'tis our Fates; and we Beg but your hands, for the Recovery.
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Was she assistant to you? Sir, shee was. Produce her presently. Sir, tis too late; The heart-strong Lady once imprisoned, Forsooke all foode, all comfort, and with sighes, Broke her poore heart in sunder. And that word Hath brought mine vnto cracking; strike, O strike; Dispatch the Execution; or mine eyes Will not continue to behold the grace Of the reuenge I thrist for. Feare me not; I am as swift in my desire of death, As you are in your longings: Come, thou friend To great mens Feares, and poore mens Miseries, Strike, and strike home with boldnesse; here's a Life Thy steele may quench, not conquer; for the thought Exceeds all mortall Imitation: Greatnesse grew in my Cradle; with my Blood, Twas fed to mature ripenesse; on my Graue, It shall, to all the Ages of the World, Liue in eternall dreadfull Epitaphs: This seruice men shall doe me; and my name Remaine a Bug-beare to Ambition. Come; I am now prepar'd. Sir, will you please to kneele. What to thy vildnes? Slaue, Ile stand as high And strong as is a Mountaine; strike, or perish. I cannot then Sir doe mine Office. Poxe of your forme in these extremities. What art thou there, poore tortur'd Wickednes? And dost thou waft me to thee? Then, I come; I stoope, I fall, I will doe any thing; me as Destiny: O stay, My quicke Soule shall oretake thee: for, but we, Neuer two reacht the height of Villany. Strike, O strike. O-o-o- Whence came that deadly groane. From the King; the blow the Hangman gaue Antipater, Tooke his life in the Instant: Sir, hee's dead. The Gods haue shewd their wonders; some withdraw The Bodies and interre them: that; where none May pittie or lament him: th'other so; As all men may admire him: for the Crowne, Thus I bestow it on young Archelaus: Rome makes thee King of Iuda; and erects Thy Chayre and Throane within Ierusalem. Long liue Archelaus, King of Ierusalem. I will be Caesars seruant; and my life, I hope shall purge these woes from Israell. Tis a sweet royall Promise; prosper in't; Make Vertue thy Companion: for we see, She builds their ruines, spring from Tyrannie. Y'Aue heard a Tale, which not a noble Eare But ha's drunke with deuotion; and how ere It scant in phraze or action; yet it may Ranke with some others, and be held a Play, Though not the best, nor worst; yet wee hope It keepes the middle passage; thats the scope Of our Ambition: But, of this w'are bold, A truer Story nere was writ, or told: If Enuy hurt it, tis our Fates; and we Begge but your hands, for the Recouerie.