Middleton, Thomas · published 1625 · first performed or written 1624 [licensed for stage, Jun 12] (Annals) comedy · King's Men · Globe unassigned nearest T5 Christian faith, sin and salvation · 501 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T5: god, christ, david, sin, holy, israel, lord, mercy, sins, faith.
Sir, to proceed, Gladly I offered life to preserve honour, Which would not be accepted without both: The chief of his ill aim to be at mine honour, Till heaven was pleased by some unlooked for accident, To give me courage to redeem myself. When we find desperate sins In ill men's company, We place a charitable sorrow there; But custom and their leprous inclination, Quits us of wonder: for our expectation Is answered in their lives, but to find sin Under a robe of Sanctity, is able To draw all number to that monster only, And leave created monsters unadmired, The pride of him that took first fall for pride, Is to be Angel shaped, and imitate The form from whence he fell; but this offendor, Far, baser than sins master, fixed by vow To holy order which is angel's method, It grieves me that my knowledge must be tainted, With his infested name, Oh rather with thy finger point him out. The place that he should fill is void my L. His guilt has scared him the black bishop's pawn. Hah, mine, my pawn? the glory of his order, The prime and precedent zealot on the earth? Impudent pawn, for thy sake at this minute Modesty suffers, all that's virtuous blushes, And truth's self like the sun vexed with a mist, Looks red with anger. Be not thou drunk with rage too Sober sincerity nor you a cup, Spoke with Hypocrisy. You name their Bishop, But your own Christmas bowl you morning draught Next your Episcopal heart all the twelve days, Which smack you cannot leave all the year after. A shrewd retort Has made our Bishop smell of burning too, Would I stood farther off, were't no impeachment To my honour or the game, would they would play faster White Knight, there's acknowledged from our house A reverence to you and respect To that Lord Duke stands next you, with the favour Of the white King, and th'aforenamed respected, I combat with this cause, if with all speed Wast not one syllable, unfortunate pawn, Of what I speak, thou dost not plead destruction A plea which will but faintly take thee off neither, From this Leviathan scandal, that lies rolling Upon the Crystal waters of devotion, Or what may quit the more (though enough nothing) Fall down, and foam, and by then pang discover, The vexing spirit of falsehood strongly within thee, Make thyself ready for perdition, there's no remove in all the Game to scape it, This pawn or this, the Bishop, or myself Will take thee in the end, play how you can. Spite of sins glorious ostentation; And all blood-threats, that thunder cracks of pride, Ushering a storm malice house of impudence, Trust and equivocation, my true cause Shall keep the path it treads in. I play thus then: Now in the hearing of this high assembly, Bring forth the time of this attempts conception. It seems black Knight you are afraid to touch it
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Sir, to proceede, Gladly I offered life to preſerue honour, Which would not be accepted without both: The chiefe of his ill ayme to be at mine honour, Till heauen was pleaſed by ſome vnlookt for accident, To giue me courage to redeeme my ſelfe. When we finde deſperate ſinnes In ill mens company, We place a charitable ſorrow there; But cuſtome and their leaprous inclination, Quits vs of wonder: for our expectation Is anſwered in their liues, but to finde ſinne Vnder a robe of Sanctity, is able To draw all number to that monſter onely, And leaue created monſters vnadmired, The pride of him that tooke firſt fall fo pride, Is to be Angell ſhapt, and imitate The forme from whence he lell; but this offendor, Farre, baſer then ſinnes maiſter, fix'd by vowe To holy order which is Angells method, It grieues me that my knowledg muſt be tainted, With his infeſted name, Oh rather with thy finger poynt him out. The place that he ſhould fil is void my L. His guilt has ſcarde him the blacke Biſhops pawne. Hah, mine, my pawne? the glory of his order, The prime and preſident zealot on the earth? Impudent pawne, for thy ſake at this minute Modeſty ſuffers, all that's vertuous bluſhes, And truths ſelfe like the ſunne vext with a miſt, Lookes red with anger. Be not thou drunke with rage too Sober ſincerity nor you a cup, Spake with Hypocriſie. You name their Biſhop, But your own Chriſtmas bole you morning draught Next your Epiſcopall heart all the twelue dayes, Which ſmacke you cannot leaue all the yeare after. A ſhrewd retorte Has made our Biſhop ſmell of burning too, Would I ſtood farther off, wer't no impeachment To my honor orthe game, would they wold play faſter White Knight, ther's acknowledged from our houſe A reuerence to you and reſpect To that Lord Duke ſtands next you, with the fauour Of the white King, and th'afore-named reſpected, I combate with this cauſe, if with all ſpeed Waſt not one ſyllable, vnfortunate pawne, Of what I ſpeake, thou doſt not plead deſtruction A plea which will but faintly take thee off neither, From this Leuiathan ſcandall, that lyes rowling Vpon the Chriſtall waters of deuotion, Or what may quit the more (though enough nothing) Fall downe, and foame, and by than pang diſcouer, The vexing ſpirit of falſhood ſtrongly within thee, Make thy ſelfe ready for perdition, Ther's no remoue in all the Game to ſcape it, This pawne or this, the Biſhop, or my ſelfe Will take thee in the end, play how you can. Spite of ſins glorious oſtentatio n; And all blood-threats, that thunder crackes of pride, Vſhering a ſtorme malice houſe of impudence, Truſt and aeqiuocation, my true cauſe Shall keepe the path it treads in. I play thus then: Now in the hearing of this high aſſembly, Bring forth the time of this attempts conception. It ſeemes blacke Knight you are afraid to touch it