Davenant, William · published 1629 · first performed or written 1628 [1626-1629] (Annals) tragedy · Unacted unassigned nearest T1 Death, grief and revenge · 483 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T1: death, life, dead, die, blood, revenge, soul, father, heart, heaven.
Alas, this crime he expiates with sighs So hot, that they would singe his Royal Beard, Did not his numerous tears opportunely drop, To quench the flame. That's compliment! These angry frowns upon your brows make you Appear aged. Could I assure my heart; he would no more Triumph o'er my dear Father's memory; I then should meet his love with too much passion. When I am more my Chronicle, or speak My deeds with pride, may my tongue blister, till't Infect my breath with Epidemic-heat. You hear his vows?— Seem fond. If you can shed A tear, or two, the more to credit this Atonement, 'twill much advantage our pretence. Sir, now enjoy what your indulgent grief Merits to keep, e'en from the hands of death. Good heart, see how she weeps? I'm soon o'ercome in this soft war. 'Sdeath all Can thaw but I. I never wept, but when Th'unruly wind blew in my eyes; and 'tis No argument for stern battle: else I Would fight. To testify the joy my soul Conceives, I'll drink— Sir, you neglect to use her like a Lover; With amorous gestures. Fill me a Bowl with Negro's blood, congealed Even into Livers! Tell her, Hermegild, I'll swallow Tar, to celebrate her health! Sir, this dull German phrase, makes her suspect Your temperance. Mark how she trembles. I must go learn to compliment. Dost hear? Is't fit I proffer her to mingle limbs— Thou know'st— Sir, not tonight. That was a serious suit She bade me make, when first she purposed this Atonement. I do obey. Though I have thought would fain Persuade me to rebellion. This was a subtle caution! else my hopes Had twice been Cuckolded. Let'em revel With their salt Lips. Th' other sport is fulsome. But Paradine disturbs my sleep: he's young, Enriched with all the fertile strength of nature: And needs must prove more riotous in sin, Than I. My dark practice, and use Of silent contemplation; has made My marrow thin and black; like Ink within My bones. I want the prompt alacrity. The Queen Hath tasted him, and may (perhaps) still to Possess his lust; remove Valdaura from This foggy Soil; then make him Lord of all My hopes. This to prevent, I have decreed, Valdaura first shall minister his death. I've taught her too; t' insinuate to his Creed, That the King told her of 's adulterous lust; Good, for when he thinks the King doth know that guilt, His own safety then, will soon provoke him Hasten our prodigious murder. This may Be done, before the Poison operate In dire effect; for that delays its power; Till fourscore hours expire their course: which then No Antidote, nor humane skill resists. Mount, mount my thoughts, that I may tread on Kings, Or if I chance to fall, thus soaring high; I melt like Icarus, in the sun's Eye.
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Alas, this crime he expiats with ſighs So hot, that they would ſindge his Royall Beard, Did not his numerous teares opportunely drop, To quench the flame. That's complement! Theſe angry frownes vpon your browes make you Appeare aged. Could I aſſure my heart; he would no more Triumph o're my deare Fathers memory; I then ſhould meet his loue with too much paſſion. When I am more my Chronicle, or ſpeake My deeds with pride, may my tongue bliſter, till't Infect my breath with Epidemick-heate. You heare his vowes?—Seeme fond. If you can ſhead A teare, or two, the more to credit this Atonement, 'twill much aduantage our pretence. Sir, now enioy what your indulgent griefe Merits to keepe, e'en from the hands of death. Good heart, ſee how ſhee weepes? I'm ſoone o'recome in this ſoft warre. S'death all Can thaw but I. I neuer wept, but when Th'vnruly winde blew in my eyes; and tis No argument for ſterne battaile: elſe I Would fight. To teſtifie the ioy my ſoule Conceiues, Ile drinke— Sir, you neglect to vſe her like a Louer; With amorous geſtures. Fill me a Bowle with Negro's blood, congeal'd Euen into Liuers! Tell her, Hermegild, Ile ſwallow Tarre, to celebrate her health! Sir, this dull Germane phraſe, makes her ſuſpect Your temperance. Marke how ſhe trembles. I muſt go learne to complement. Doſt heare? Is't fit I proffer her to mingle limmes—Thou know'ſt— Sir, not to night. That was a ſerious ſute She bade me make, when firſt ſhe purpos'd this Atonement. I do obey. Though I haue thoughts would faine Perſwade me to rebellion. This was a ſubtill caution! elſe my hopes Had twice been Cuckolded. Let'em reuell With their ſalt Lippes. Th' other ſport is fulſome. But Paradine diſturbes my ſleepe: he's young, Enrich'd with all the fertill ſtrength of nature: And needs muſt prooue more riotous in ſinne, Then I. My darke practice, and vſe Of ſilent contemplation; has made My marrow thinne and black; like Inke within My bones. I want the prompt alacrity. The Queene Hath taſted him, and may (perhaps) ſtill to Poſſeſſe his luſt; remooue Valdaura from This foggy Soyle; then make him Lord of all My hopes. This to preuent, I haue decreed, Valdaura firſt ſhall miniſter his death. I u'e taught her too; t' inſinnuate to his Creede, That the King told her of 's adulterous luſt; Good, for whē he thinks the King doth know that guilt, His owne ſafety then, will ſoone prouoke him Haſten our prodigious murther. This may Be done, before the Poyſon operate In dire effect; for that delays its power; Till foureſcore houres expire their courſe: which then No Antidote, nor humane skill reſiſts. Mount, mount my thoughts, that I may tread on Kings, Or if I chance to fall, thus ſoaring high; I melt like Icarus, in the Sunnes Eye.