Shakespeare, William / Middleton, Thomas · published 1623 · first performed or written 1604 (Annals) tragicomedy · King's Men T5 Christian faith, sin and salvation typicality 0.85 · 509 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T5: god, christ, david, sin, holy, israel, lord, mercy, sins, faith.
Repent you (fair one) of the sin you carry? I do; and bear the shame most patiently. I'll teach you how you shall araign your conscience And try your penitence, if it be sound, Or hollowly put on. I'll gladly learn. Love you the man that wronged you? Yes, as I love the woman that wronged him. So than it seems your most offence full act Was mutually committed. Mutually. Then was your sin of heavier kind than his. I do confess it, and repent it (Father.) 'Tis meet so (daughter) but lest you do repent As that the sin hath brought you to this shame, Which sorrow is always toward ourselves, not heaven, Showing we would not spare heaven, as we love it, But as we stand in fear. I do repent me as it is an evil, And take the shame with joy. There rest: Your partner (as I hear) must die to morrow, And I am going with instruction to him: Grace go with you, Benedicite. Must die tomorrow? oh injurious Love That respites me a life, whose very comfort Is still a dying horror. 'Tis pity of him. When I would pray, & think, I think, and pray To several subjects: heaven hath my empty words, Whilst my Invention, hearing not my Tongue, Anchors on Isabella: heaven in my mouth, As if I did but only chew his name, And in my heart the strong and swelling evil Of my conception: the state whereon I studied Is like a good thing, being often read Grown feared, and tedious: yea, my Gravity Wherein (let no man hear me) I take pride, Can I, with boot, change for an idle plume Which the air beats for vain: oh place, oh form, How often dost thou with thy case, thy habit Wrench awe from fools, and tie the wiser souls To thy false seeming? Blood, thou art blood, Let's write good Angel on the Devil's horn 'Tis not the Devil's Crest: how now? who's there? One Isabella, a Sister, desires access to you, Teach her the way: oh, heavens Why does my blood thus muster to my heart, Making both it unable for itself, And dispossessing all my other parts Of necessary fitness? So play the foolish throngs with one that 'swounds, Come all to help him, and so stop the air By which he should revive: and even so The general subject to a wel-wisht King Quit their own part, and in obsequious fondness Crowd to his presence, where their un-taught love Must needs appear offence: how now fair Maid. I am come to know your pleasure. That you might know it, would much better please me, Then to demand what 'tis: your Brother cannot live. Even so: heaven keep your Honor. Yet may he live a while: and it may be As long as you, or I: yet he must die. Under your Sentence? Yea. When, I beseech you: that in his Reprieve (Longer, or shorter) he may be so fitted That his soul sicken not.
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Repent you (faire one) of the ſin you carry? I doe; and beare the ſhame moſt patiently. Ile teach you how you ſhal araign your conſciēce And try your penitence, if it be ſound, Or hollowly put on. Ile gladly learne. Loue you the man that wrong'd you? Yes, as I loue the woman that wrong'd him. So then it ſeemes your moſt offence full act Was mutually committed. Mutually. Then was your ſin of heauier kinde then his. I doe confeſſe it, and repent it (Father.) 'Tis meet ſo (daughter) but leaſt you do repent As that the ſin hath brought you to this ſhame, Which ſorrow is alwaies toward our ſelues, not heauen, Showing we would not ſpare heauen, as we loue it, But as we ſtand in feare. I doe repent me as it is an euill, And take the ſhame with ioy. There reſt: Your partner (as I heare) muſt die to morrow, And I am going with inſtruction to him: Grace goe with you, Benedicite. Muſt die tomorrow? oh iniurious Loue That reſpits me a life, whoſe very comfort Is ſtill a dying horror. 'Tis pitty of him. When I would pray, & think, I thinke, and pray To ſeuerall ſubiects: heauen hath my empty words, Whilſt my Inuention, hearing not my Tongue, Anchors on Iſabell: heauen in my mouth, As if I did but onely chew his name, And in my heart the ſtrong and ſwelling euill Of my conception: the ſtate whereon I ſtudied Is like a good thing, being often read Growne feard, and tedious: yea, my Grauitie Wherein (let no man heare me) I take pride, Could I, with boote, change for an idle plume Which the ayre beats for vaine: oh place, oh forme, How often doſt thou with thy caſe, thy habit Wrench awe from fooles, and tye the wiſer ſoules To thy falſe ſeeming? Blood, thou art blood, Let's write good Angell on the Deuills horne 'Tis not the Deuills Creſt: how now? who's there? One Iſabell, a Siſter, deſires acceſſe to you, Teach her the way: oh, heauens Why doe's my bloud thus muſter to my heart, Making both it vnable for it ſelfe, And diſpoſſeſsing all my other parts Of neceſſary fitneſſe? So play the fooliſh throngs with one that ſwounds, Come all to help him, and ſo ſtop the ayre By which hee ſhould reuiue: and euen ſo The generall ſubiect to a wel-wiſht King Quit their owne part, and in obſequious fondneſſe Crowd to his preſence, where their vn-taught loue Muſt needs appear offence: how now faire Maid. I am come to know your pleaſure. That you might know it, wold much better pleaſe me, Then to demand what 'tis: your Brother cannot liue. Euen ſo: heauen keepe your Honor. Yet may he liue a while: and it may be As long as you, or I: yet he muſt die. Vnder your Sentence? Yea. When, I beſeech you: that in his Reprieue (Longer, or ſhorter) he may be ſo fitted That his ſoule ſicken not.