Webster, John · published 1623 · first performed or written 1614 [1612-1614; revised 1617-23(?)] (Annals) tragedy · King's Men · Blackfriars unassigned nearest T40 Sin, guilt and violent loss within famil · 493 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T40: brother, death, life, die, heaven, sin, live, father, blood, soul.
My brothers have dispersed Bloodhounds abroad; which till I hear are muzzled No truce, though hatched with ne'er such politic skill Is safe, that hangs upon our enemies will. I'll not come at them. This proclaims your breeding. Every small thing, draws a base mind to fear: As the Adamant draws iron: fare you well sir, You shall shortly hear from's. I suspect some Ambush: Therefore by all my love; I do conjure you To take your eldest son, and fly towards Milan; Let us not venture all this poor remainder In one unlucky bottom. You council safely: Best of my life, farewell: Since we must part Heaven hath a hand in't: but no otherwise, Then as some curious Artist, takes in sunder A Clock, or Watch, when it is out of frame To bring't in better order. I know not which is best, To see you dead, or part with you: Farewell Boy. Thou art happy, that thou hast not understanding To know thy misery: For all our wit And reading, brings us to a truer sense Of sorrow: In the eternal Church, Sir, I do hope we shall not part thus. Oh, be of comfort, Make Patience a noble fortitude: And think not how unkindly we are used: " Man (like to Cassia) is proved best, being bruised. Must I like to a slave-born Russian, Account it praise to suffer tyranny? And yet (O Heaven) thy heavy hand is in't. I have seen my little boy, oft scourge his top, And compared myself to't: nought made me ere go right, But heaven's scourge-stick. Do not weep: Heaven fashioned us of nothing: and we strive, To bring ourselves to nothing: farewell Cariola, And thy sweet armful: if I do never see thee more, Be a good Mother to your little ones, And save them from the Tiger: fare you well. Let me look upon you once more: for that speech Came from a dying father: your kiss is colder Than that I have seen an holy Anchorite Give to a dead man's skull. My heart is turned to a heavy lump of lead, With which I sound my danger: fare you well. My Laurel is all withered. Look (Madam) what a troop of armed men Make toward us. O, they are very welcome: When Fortune's wheel, is overcharged with Princes, The weight makes it move swift. I would have my ruin Be sudden: I am your adventure, am I not. You are, you must see your husband no more, What Devil art thou, that counterfeits heaven's thunder? Is that terrible? I would have you tell me Whether is that note worse, that frights the silly birds Out of the corn or that which doth allure them To the nets? you have hearkened to the last too much. O misery: like to a rusty o'er-charred Cannon, Shall I never fly in pieces? come: to what Prison? To none. Whether then? To your Palace.
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My brothers haue dispers'd Blood-hounds abroad; which till I heare are muzell'd No truce, though hatch'd with nere such politick skill Is safe, that hangs vpon our enemies will. I'll not come at them. This proclaimes your breeding. Euery small thing, drawes a base mind to feare: As the Adamant drawes yron: fare you well sir, You shall shortly heare from's. I suspect some Ambush: Therefore by all my loue; I doe coniure you To take your eldest sonne, and flye towards Millaine; Let vs not venture all this poore remainder In one vnlucky bottom. You councell safely: Best of my life, farewell: Since we must part Heauen hath a hand in't: but no otherwise, Then as some curious Artist, takes in sunder A Clocke, or Watch, when it is out of frame To bring't in better order. I know not which is best, To see you dead, or part with you: Farewell Boy. Thou art happy, that thou hast not vnderstanding To know thy misery: For all our wit And reading, brings vs to a truer sence Of sorrow: In the eternall Church, Sir, I doe hope we shall not part thus. Oh, be of comfort, Make Patience a noble fortitude: And thinke not how vnkindly we are vs'de: "Man (like to Cassia) is prou'd best, being bruiz'd. Must I like to a slaue-borne Russian, Account it praise to suffer tyranny? And yet (O Heauen) thy heauy hand is in't. I haue seene my litle boy, oft scourge his top, And compar'd my selfe to't: naught made me ere go right, But Heauens scourge-sticke. Doe not weepe: Heauen fashion'd vs of nothing: and we striue, To bring our selues to nothing: farewell Cariola, And thy sweet armefull: if I doe neuer see thee more, Be a good Mother to your litle ones, And saue them from the Tiger: fare you well. Let me looke vpon you once more: for that speech Came from a dying father: your kisse is colder Then that I haue seene an holy Anchorite Giue to a dead mans skull. My heart is turnde to a heauy lumpe of lead, With which I sound my danger: fare you well. My Laurell is all withered. Looke (Madam) what a troope of armed men Make toward vs. O, they are very welcome: When Fortunes wheele, is ouer-charg'd with Princes, The waight makes it moue swift. I wonld haue my ruine Be sudden: I am your aduenture, am I not. You are, you must see your husband no more, What Diuell art thou, that counterfeits heauens thunder? Is that terrible? I would haue you tell me Whether is that note worse, that frights the silly birds Out of the corne or that which doth allure them To the nets? you haue hearkned to the last too much. O misery: like to a rusty ore-char'd Carnon, Shall I neuer slye in peeces? come: to what Prison? To one▪ Whether then? To your Pallace.