Carlell, Lodowick · published 1629 · first performed or written 1629 [c.1622-1629] (Annals) tragicomedy · King's Men · before the Court unassigned nearest T1 Death, grief and revenge · 521 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T1: death, life, dead, die, blood, revenge, soul, father, heart, heaven.
Lysander, do not think I grudge that part of Love You pay the Princess, her merits fair transcending mine, Besides, you owe her for preserving of your life, And I have been the only cause, that you must lose it; But I'll bear you company, and in that pay the debt I owe you. Why stays the Prisoner? Only to take A parting kiss; then when you please, I am prepared. What mean you Sister, will yond make apparent To the world your folly? Sir, do not hinder me; For if I may not here speak with him, We will converse in death sooner than you believe; Lysander, thou art going to thy lasting home, And in thee all virtuous men must suffer, They being but branches, thou the root of all perfection: Who will be Courteous, Valiant, since these are causes Of thy death; for thou unto the world didst manifest In thy last action with the Duke, that thou wert Really possessed of these: but I, in summing up thy worth, Do but increase my grief; since I must part with thee, The rich unhappy owner; for they have only served To revive thee, and those that loved thee for them, Poor Clarinda, I from my own conceptions Could weep, to think upon the torment thou wilt feel, whenas the Axe shall sever from thee loves Worthy person, thy comely head, worthy, Most worthy, in that it was the Cabinet appointed By the Gods to keep their richest jewel in, His mind, which is indeed an Index, In which judicious men may read as in a Book, The whole contents of all their excellence. Sister, for shame do not thus wrong yourself and me, by throwing such high praises On a man, condemned by Law. Lysander, Prepare thyself to die, and take no notice of her Idle praises, which if they could to any mortal Man be due, they were to him, for whom Thou now must suffer. Sir, I do confess it and am ready to receive Your doom. I need not to a mind so fortified as thine is Give any Antidotes, to arm thee against death. All the encouragement that I will desire Shall be a kiss of your fair hand. Lysander, thou know'st my soul embraceth thee, These are the first tears that ere fell from mine eyes, Although a woman, which I am pleased with, Since it well expresses this is the greatest grief That yet I ever felt. This kiss Clarinda is thy due, thou art The nearest to my heart in justice. Look to Clarinda, carry her home. I thought she would have outgone me; but now Mine shall be the glory: who would live in a world That's bankrupt of all virtue? I pray Sir forgive me your death. Friend, do thine office; I forgive thee. Hold villain. How darest thou hinder the sword of justice, From lighting where it is designed. Sir, if you execute this Lord, you are a Tyrant. Why Sir, will it be tyranny in me To execute the Law? the fellow's mad, Lay hands on him.
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Lyſander, doe not thinke I grudge that part of Loue You pay the Princeſſe, her merits faire tranſcending mine, Beſides, you owe her for preſeruing of your life, And I haue beene the only cauſe, that you muſt loſe it; But Ile beare you company, and in that pay the debt I owe you. Why ſtayes the Priſoner? Onely to take A parting kiſſe; then when you pleaſe, I am prepar'd. What meane you Siſter, will yon make apparant To the world your folly? Sir, doe not hinder me; For if I may not here ſpeake with him, We will conuerſe in death ſooner then you belieue; Lyſander, thou art going to thy laſting home, And in thee all vertuous men muſt ſuffer, They being but branches, thou the root of all perfection: Who will be Curteous, Valiant, ſince theſe are cauſes Of thy death; for thou vnto the world didſt manifeſt In thy laſt action with the Duke, that thou wert Really poſſeſt of theſe: but I, in ſumming vp thy worth, Doe but increaſe my griefe; ſince I muſt part with thee, The rich vnhappy owner; for they haue only ſeru'd To reuiue thee, and thoſe that lou'd thee for them, Poore Clarinda, I from my owne conceptions Could weepe, to thinke vpon the torment thou wilt feele, When as the Axe ſhall ſeuer from thee loues Worthy perſon, thy comely head, worthy, Moſt worthy, in that it was the Cabinet appointed By the Gods to keepe their richeſt Iewell in, His minde, which is indeede an Index, In which iudicious men may read as in a Booke, The whole contents of all their excellence. Siſter, for ſhame doe not thus wrong Your ſelfe and me, by throwing ſuch high praiſes On a man, condemn'd by Law. Lyſander, Prepare thy ſelfe to die, and take no notice of her Idle praiſes, which if they could to any mortall Man be due, they were to him, for whom Thou now muſt ſuffer. Sir, I doe confeſſe it and am ready to receiue Your doome. I need not to a mind ſo fortifide as thine is Giue any Antidotes, to arme thee againſt death. All the encouragement that I will deſire Shall bee a kiſſe of your faire hand. Lyſander, thou knowſt my ſoule embraceth thee, Theſe are the firſt teares that ere fell from mine eyes, Although a woman, which I am pleasd with, Since it well expreſſes this is the greateſt griefe That yet I euer felt. This kiſſe Clarinda is thy due, thou art The neereſt to my heart in Iuſtice. Looke to Clarinda, carry her home. I thought ſhe would haue out-gon me; but now Mine ſhall be the glory: who would liue in a world That's bankrupt of all vertue? I pray Sir forgiue me your death. Friend, doe thine office; I forgiue thee. Hold villaine. How dareſt thou hinder the ſword of Iuſtice, From lighting where it is deſign'd. Sir, if you execute this Lord, you are a Tyrant. Why Sir, will it bee tyranny in mee To execute the Law? the fellow's mad, Lay hands on him.