May, Thomas · published 1622 · first performed or written 1620 (Annals) comedy · Red Bull (Revels) Company (first) unassigned nearest T1 Death, grief and revenge · 527 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T1: death, life, dead, die, blood, revenge, soul, father, heart, heaven.
My life, my soul, what here before me, Oh thou dost still out go me, and dost make All my endeavours poor in the requital Of thy large favours, but I forget myself. Sweet bid my friend here welcome, this is he That I dare trust next mine own hearth with secrets. But why art thou disguised thus. I durst not venture else to make escape. even now methinks I stand as I would wish With all my wealth about me, such a love And such a friend, what can be added more To make a man live happy, thou dark grove That hast been called the seat of Melancholy, And shelter for the discontented spirits; Sure thou art wrong, thou seemst to me a place Of solace and content, a Paradise That givest me more than ever Court could do Or richest Palace, blessed be thy fair shades, Let birds of music ever chant it here, No croaking Raven, or ill boding Owl Make here their baleful habitation Frighting thy walks, but mayst thou be a grove Where loves fair Queen may take delight to sport: For under thee two faithful Lovers meet, Why is my fair Leucothoe so sad. I know no cause, but I would fain be gone. Whether sweet. Any whether from hence. My thoughts divine of treason, whence I know not, There is no creature knows our meeting here But one, and that's my maid, she has been trusty And will be still I hope, but yet I would She did not know it, prithee let's away anywhere else, we are secure from danger. Then let's remove, but prithee be not sad. What noise is that. Ay me. Oh fear not Love. Upon 'em Officers, yonder they are. thieves, Villains. Thou art the Thief and the Villain too, Give me my Daughter thou ravisher. First take my life. Upon 'em I say. Knock 'em down Officers if they resist, Oh they are lost, ah wicked, wicked Psecas; So keep 'em fast, we'll have 'em faster shortly, and for you Minion, I'll tie a clog about your neck for running away any more. Yet do but hear me father. Call me not father thou disobedient wretch, Thou Runaway, thou art no child of mine, My Daughter ne'er wore Breeches. Oh Sir, my Mother would have done as much For love of you, if need had so required, Think not my mind transformed as my habit. Officers away with 'em, peace strumpet, You may discharge him, he's but an assistant. Oh stay and hear me yet, hear but a word And that my last it may be, do not spill The life of him in whom my life subsists, Kill not two lives in one, remember Sir, I was your Daughter once, once you did love me, And tell me then, what fault can be so great, To make a father murderer of his child, For so you are in taking of his life. Oh think not Sir that I will stay behind him Whilst there be Asps, and Knives, and burning Coals, No Roman dame shall in her great example Outgo my love.
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My life, my ſoule, what here before me, Oh thou doſt ſtill out goe me, and doſt make All my endeauours poore in the requitall Of thy large fauours, but I forget my ſelfe. Sweete bid my friend here welcome, this is he That I dare truſt next mine owne hearth with ſecrets. But why art thou diſguiſed thus. I durſt not venture elſe to make eſcape. Euen now me thinkes I ſtand as I would wiſh With all my wealth about me, ſuch a loue And ſuch a friend, what can be added more To make a man liue happy, thou darke groue That haſt beene cald the ſeat of Melancholy, And ſhelter for the diſcontented ſpirits; Sure thou art wrong, thou ſeemſt to me a place Of ſolace and content, a Paradiſe That giueſt me more then euer Court could doe Or richeſt Palace, bleſt be thy faire ſhades, Let birds of muſicke euer chant it heere, No croking Rauen, or ill booding Owle Make heere their balefull hahitation Frighting thy walkes, but mayſt thou be a groue Where loues faire Queene may take delight to ſport: For vnder thee two faithfull Louers meet, Why is my faire Leucothoe ſo ſad. I know no cauſe, but I would faine be gone. Whether ſweete. Any whether from hene. My thoughts diuine of treaſon, whence I know not, There is no creature knowes our meeting heere But one, and thats my maid, ſhe has beene truſty And will be ſtill I hope, but yet I would She did not know it, prithee lets away Any where elſe, we are ſecure from danger. Then lets remoue, but prithee be not ſad. What noiſe is that. Ay me. Oh feare not Loue. Vpon vm Officers, yonder they are. Theeues, Villaines. Thou art the Thiefe and the Villaine too, Giue me my Daughter thou rauiſher. Firſt take my life. Vpon vm I ſay. Knocke vm downe Officers if they reſiſt, Oh they are loſt, ah wicked, wicked Pſecas; So keepe vm faſt, weele haue vm faſter ſhortly, and for you Minion, Ile tye a clog about your neck for running away any more. Yet do but heare me father. Call me not father thou diſobedient wretch, Thou Run-away, thou art no child of mine, My Daughter nere wore Breeches. Oh Sir, my Mother would haue done as much For loue of you, if need had ſo required, Thinke not my mind transformed as my habite. Officers away with vm, peace Stumpet, You may diſcharge him, he's but an aſſiſtant. Oh ſtay and heare me yet, heare but a word And that my laſt it may be, doe not ſpill The life of him in whom my life ſubſiſts, Kill not two liues in one, remember Sir, I was your Daughter once, once you did loue me, And tell me then, what fault can be ſo great, To make a father murtherer of his child, For ſo you are in taking of his life. Oh thinke not Sir that I will ſtay behinde him Whilſt there be Aſpes, and Kniues, and burning Coles▪ No Roman dame ſhall in her great example Outgoe my loue.