May, Thomas · published 1622 · first performed or written 1620 (Annals) comedy · Red Bull (Revels) Company (first) unassigned nearest T1 Death, grief and revenge · 477 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T1: death, life, dead, die, blood, revenge, soul, father, heart, heaven.
Oh where will sorrow stay, Is there no end in grief or in my death Not punishment enough for my offence, But must her grief be added to afflict me; Dry up those Pearls dearest Leucothoe, Or thou wilt make me doubly miserable, Preserve that life, that I may after death Live in my better part, take comfort dear, People would curse me, if such beauty should For me miscarry, no, live happy thou, And let me suffer what the law inflicts. My offence was as great as thine, And why should not my punishment. Come have you done, Officers away with him. I'll be your keeper, but I'll look better to you. But Rosy you and I must about the business: sir let it be your charge to watch my Daughter, And see she send no message any whither, Nor receive any. It shall my Lord. I'll be an Argus, none shall come here I warrant you, My very heart bleeds to see two such lovers so Faithfully parted so. I must condemn my father, he's too cruel in this hard action, and did not Nature forbid it, I could rail at him, to reek His long fostered malice against Lord Euphues thus Upon his son, the faithful lover of his own Daughter, and upon her, for should it come to pass As he expects it shall, I think t' would kill her Too, she takes it—: See in what strange amazement Now she stands, her grief has spent itself so Far that it has left her senseless, it grieves Me thus to see her, I can scarce forbear revealing Of myself to her, but that I keep it for a Better occasion when things shall better answer to My purpose: Lady. What are you. In that my Lord your father has appointed To give attendance on you. On me, alas I need no attendance, He might bestow his care better for me. I came but lately to him, nor do I mean Long to stay with him, in the mean time Lady Might I but do you any service. All service is too late, my hopes are desperate. madam, I have a feeling of your woe, A greater your own brother could not have, And think not that I come suborned by any To undermine your secrets, I am true, By all the gods I am, for further trial Command me any thing, send me on any message I'll do it faithfully, or any thing else That my poor power can compass. Oh strange fate Have I lost pity in a father's heart, And shall I find it in a stranger: Sir I shall not live to thank you, but my prayers Shall go with you. 'tis not for thanks or need But for the service that I owe to virtue I would do this.
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Oh where will ſorrow ſtay, Is there no end in griefe or in my death Not puniſhment enough for my offence, But muſt her griefe be added to afflict me; Dry vp thoſe Pearles deareſt Leucothoe, Or thou wilt make me doubly miſerable, Preſerue that life, that I may after death Liue in my better part, take comfort deare, People would curſe me, if ſuch beauty ſhould For me miſcarry, no, liue happy thou, And let me ſuffer what the law inflicts. My offence was as great as thine, And why ſhould not my puniſhment. Come haue you done, Officers away with him. Ile be your keeper, but Ile looke better to you. But Roſie you and I muſt about the buſineſſe: sir let it be your charge to watch my Daughter, And ſee ſhe ſend no meſſage any whither, Nor receiue any. It ſhall my Lord. Ile be an Argus, none ſhall come heere I warrant you, My very heart bleedes to ſee two ſuch louers ſo Faithfully parted ſo. I muſt condemne my father, Hees too cruell in this hard action, and did not Nature forbid it, I could raile at him, to reake His long foſtred malice againſt Lord Euphues thus Vpon his ſonne, the faithfull louer of his owne Daughter, and vpon her, for ſhould it come to paſſe As he expects it ſhall, I thinke t' would kill her Too, ſhe takes it —: See in what ſtrange amazement Now ſhe ſtands, her griefe has ſpent it ſelfe ſo Farre that it has left her ſenceleſſe, it greeues Me thus to ſee her, I can ſcarce forbeare reuealing Of my ſelfe to her, but that I keepe it for a Better occaſion when things ſhall better anſwere to My purpoſe: Lady. What are you. In that my Lord your father has appointed To giue attendance on you. On me, alas I neede no attendance, He might beſtow his care better for me. I came but lately to him, nor doe I meane Long to ſtay with him, in the meane time Lady Might I but doe you any ſeruice. All ſeruice is too late, my hopes are deſeperate. Madame, I haue a feeling of your woe, A greater your owne brother could not haue, And thinke not that I come ſuborn'd by any To vndermine your ſecrets, I am true, By all the gods I am, for further tryall Command me any thing, ſend me on any meſſage Ile doe it faithfully, or any thing elſe That my poore power can compaſſe. Oh ſtrange fate Haue I loſt pitty in a fathers heart, And ſhall I find it in a ſtranger: Sir I ſhall not liue to thanke you, but my prayers Shall goe with you. Tis not for thankes or neede But for the ſeruice that I owe to vertue I would doe this.