Webster, John · published 1623 · first performed or written 1614 [1612-1614; revised 1617-23(?)] (Annals) tragedy · King's Men · Blackfriars unassigned nearest T26 Devils, hell and fiends · 503 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T26: devil, hell, devils, sure, soul, fiend, sr, wife, lord, men.
I am puzzled in a question about hell: He says, in hell, there's one material fire, And yet it shall not burn all men alike. Lay him by: How tedious is a guilty conscience? When I look into the Fishponds, in my Garden, methinks I see a thing, armed with a Rake That seems to strike at me: Now? art thou come? thou look'st ghastly: There sits in thy face, some great determination, Mixed with some fear. Thus it lightens into Action: I am come to kill thee. Hah? help: our Guard. Thou art deceived: They are out of thy howling. Hold: and I will faithfully divide Revenues with thee. Thy prayers, and proffers Are both unseasonable. Raise the Watch: we are betrayed. I have confined your flight: I'll suffer your retreat to Julia's Chamber, But no further. Help: we are betrayed. Listen: My Dukedom, for rescue. Fie upon his counterfeiting. Why, 'tis nor the Cardinal. Yes, yes, 'tis he: But I'll see him hanged, ere I'll go down to him. Here's a plot upon me, I am assaulted: I am lost, Unless some rescue. He doth this pretty well: But it will not serve; to laugh me out of mine honour. The sword's at my throat: You would not bawl so loud then. Come, come: let's go to bed: he told us thus much aforehand. He wished you should not come at him: but believe't, The accent of the voice sounds not in jest. I'll down to him, howsoever, and with engines Force ope the doors. Let's follow him aloof, And note how the Cardinal will laugh at him. There's for you first: 'cause you shall not unbarricade the door To let in rescue. What cause hast thou to pursue my life? Look there: Antonio? Slain by my hand unwittingly: Pray, and be sudden: when thou killed'st thy sister, Thou tookst from Iustice her most equall bce, And left her nought but her sword. O mercy. Now it seems thy Greatness was only outward: For thou fallest faster of thyself, than calamity Can drive thee: I'll not waste longer time: There Thou hast hurt me: Again: Shall I die like a Leveret Without any resistance? help, help, help: I am slain. Th'Alarum? give me a fresh horse: Rally the vanguard: or the day is lost: Yield, yield: I give you the honour of Arms, Shake my Sword over you, will you yield? Help me, I am your brother. The devil? My brother fight upon the adverse party? There flies your ransom. Oh justice: I suffer now, for what hath former been: " Sorrow is held the eldest child of sin. Now you're brave follows: Caesar's Fortune was harder than Pompey's: Caesar died in the arms of prosperity, Pompey at the feet of disgrace: you both died in the field, The pain's nothing: pain many times, is taken away, with The apprehension of greater, (as the toothache with the sight Of a barber, that comes to pull it out) there's Philosophy for you.
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I am puzzell'd in a question about hell: He saies, in hell, there's one materiall fire, And yet it shall not burne all men alike. Lay him by: How tedious is a guilty conscience? When I looke into the Fish-ponds, in my Garden, Me thinkes I see a thing, arm'd with a Rake That seemes to strike at me: Now? art thou come? thou look'st ghastly: There sits in thy face, some great determination, Mix'd with some feare. Thus it lightens into Action: I am come to kill thee. Hah? helpe: our Guard. Thou art deceiu'd: They are out of thy howling. Hold: and I will faithfully deuide Reuenewes with thee. Thy prayers, and proffers Are both vnseasonable. Raise the Watch: we are betraid. I haue confinde your flight: I'll suffer your retreyt to Iulias Chamber, But no further. Helpe: we are betraid. Listen: My Dukedome, for rescew. Fye vpon his counterfeyting. Why, 'tis nor the Cardinall. Yes, yes, 'tis he: But I'll see him hang'd, ere I'll goe downe to him. Here's a plot vpon me, I am assaulted: I am lost▪ Vnlesse some rescew. He doth this pretty well: But it will not serue; to laugh me out of mine honour. The sword's at my throat: You would not bawle so lowd then. Come, come: lets's goe to bed: he told vs thus much aforehand. He wish'd you should not come at him: but beleeu't, The accent of the voyce sounds not in iest. I'll downe to him, howsoeuer, and with engines Force ope the doores. Let's follow him aloofe, And note how the Cardinall will laugh at him. There's for you first: 'cause you shall not vnbarracade the doore To let in rescew. What cause hast thou to pursue my life? Looke there: Antonio? Slaine by my hand vnwittingly: Pray, and be sudden: when thou kill'dst thy sister, Thou tookst from Iustice her most equall bce, And left her naught but her sword. O mercy. Now it seemes thy Greatnes was onely outward: For thou fall'st faster of thy selfe, then calamitie Can driue thee: I'll not wast longer time: There Thou hast hurt me: Againe: Shall I die like a Leoret Without any resistance? helpe, helpe, helpe: I am slaine. Th'allarum? giue me a fresh horse: Rally the vaunt-guard: or the day is lost: Yeeld, yeeld: I giue you the honour of Armes, Shake my Sword ouer you, will you yeilde? Helpe me, I am your brother. The diuell? My brother fight vpon the aduerse party? There flies your ransome. Oh Iustice: I suffer now, for what hath former bin: "Sorrow is held the eldest child of sin. Now you're braue followes: Caesars Fortune was harder then Pompeys: Caesar died in the armes of prosperity, Pompey at the feete of disgrace: you both died in the field, The paine's nothing: paine many times, is taken away, with The apprehension of greater, (as the tooth-ache with the ight Of a Barbor, that comes to pull it out) there's Philosophy for you.