The Devil's Law Case (When Women Go to Law the Devil Is Full of Business) · chunk 25 of 45
Webster, John · published 1623 · first performed or written 1619 [1617-1621] (Annals) tragicomedy · Queen Anne's Men unassigned nearest T51 Parents and children: blessing, birthrig · 529 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T51: esau, iacob, father, son, isaac, god, love, birthright, parents, thing.
I will make you chief mourner, believe it. Never was woe like mine: oh that my care, And absolute study to preserve his life, Should be his absolute ruin. Is he gone then? There is no plague i'th' world can be compared To impossible desire; for they are plagued In the desire itself: never, oh never ' Shall I behold him living, in whose life I lived far sweetlier than in mine own. A precise curiosity has undone me; why, did I not Make my love known directly? t'had not been Beyond example, for a Matron To affect i'th' honourable way of Marriage, So youthful a person: oh I shall run mad, For as we love our youngest children best: So the last fruit of our affection, wherever we bestow it, is most strong, Most violent, most unresistable, Since 'tis indeed our latest harvest-home, Last merriment Fore Winter; and we widows, As men report, of our best Picture-makers, We love the piece we are in hand with better, Than all the excellent work we have done before, And my son has deprived me of all this. Ha my son, I'll be a fury to him, like an Amazon Lady, I'd cut off his right pap, that gave him suck, To shoot him dead. I'll no more tender him, Then had a Wolf stolen to my tear i'th' night, And robbed me of my milk: nay, such a creature I should love better far.- Ha, ha, what say you? I do talk to somewhat, methinks; it may be My evil Genius. Do not the Bells ring? I have a strange noise in my head: oh, fly in pieces, Come age, and wither me into the malice Of those that have been happy, let me have One property more than the Devil of Hell, Let me envy the pleasure of youth heartily, Let me in this life fear no kind of ill, That have no good to hope for: let me die In the distraction of that worthy Princess, Who loathed food, and sleep, and ceremony, For thought of losing that brave Gentleman, She would fain have saved, had not a false countenance, Let me sink, where neither man, Nor memory may ever find me. This is a private way which I command, As her Confessor. I would not have you seen yet, Till I prepare her. Peace to you Lady. Ha? You are well employed, I hope; the best pillow i'th'. World for this your contemplation, is the earth, And the best object heaven. I am whispering to a dead friend. And I am come To bring you tidings of a friend not dead, Reserved to life again. Say sir. One whom I dare presume, next to your children, You tendered above life. Heaven will not suffer me utterly to be lost. For he should have been Your son in Law, miraculously saved, When Surgery gave him over. Oh, may you live To win many souls to heaven, worthy sir, That your crown may be the greater. Why my son made me believe he stole into his chamber, And ended that which Ercole began By a deadly stab in's heart.
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I will make you chiefe mourner, beleeue it. Neuer was woe like mine: oh that my care, And absolute study to preserue his life, Should be his absolute ruine. Is he gone then? There is no plague i'th world can be compared To impossible desire; for they are plagued In the desire it selfe: neuer, oh neuer 'Shall I behold him liuing, in whose life I liued farre sweetlier then in mine owne. A precise curiositie has vndone me; why, did I not Make my loue knowne directly? t'had not been Beyond example, for a Matron To affect i'th honourable way of Marriage, So youthfall a person: oh I shall runne mad, For as we loue our youngest children best: So the last fruit of our affection, Where euer we bestow it, is most strong, Most violent, most vnresistable, Since tis indeed our latest Hardest-home, Last merryment Fore Winter; and we widdowes, As men report, of our best Picture-makers, We loue the piece we are in hand with better, Then all the excellent worke we haue done before, And my sonne has depriu'd me of all this. Ha my sonne, Ile be a fury to him, like an Amazon Lady, Ide cut off his right pap, that gaue him sucke, To shoot him dead. Ile no more tender him, Then had a Wolfe stolne to my tear i'th night, And robb'd me of my milke: nay, such a creature I should loue better farre. -Ha, ha, what say you? I doe talke to somewhat, me thinks; it may be My euill Genius. Doe not the Bells ring? I haue a strange noyse in my head: oh, fly in pieces, Come age, and wither me into the malice Of those that haue been happy, let me haue One propertie more then the Deuill of Hell, Let me enuy the pleasure of youth heartily, Let me in this life feare no kinde of ill, That haue no good to hope for: let me dye In the distraction of that worthy Princesse, Who loathed food, and sleepe, and ceremony, For thought of loosing that braue Gentleman, She would faine haue saued, had not a false countenance, Let me sinke, where neither man, Nor memory may euer find me. This is a priuate way which I command, As her Confessor. I would not haue you seene yet, Till I prepare her. Peace to you Lady. Ha? You are wel imployd, I hope; the best pillow i'th. World for this your contemplation, is the earth, And the best obiect heauen. I am whispering to a dead friend. And I am come To bring you tidings of a friend not dead, Reserued to life againe. Say sir. One whom I dare presume, next to your children, You tendred aboue life. Heauen will not suffer me vtterly to be lost. For hee should haue been Your sonne in Law, miraculously saued, When Surgery gaue him ore. Oh, may you liue To winne many soules to heauen, worthy sir, That your crowne may be the greater. Why my sonne made me beleeue he stole into his chamber, And ended that which Ercole began By a deadly stabb in's heart.