Shirley, James · published 1629 · first performed or written 1626 (Annals) comedy · Queen Henrietta Maria's Men · Phoenix/Cockpit unassigned nearest T1 Death, grief and revenge · 492 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T1: death, life, dead, die, blood, revenge, soul, father, heart, heaven.
No, By heaven I have not, I have too much knowledge To suspect thee sinful, but in the assurance Of it, I must disclaim thy heart for ever: Gratiana my opinion of thy whiteness Hath made my soul, as black as thine already; Weep till thou wash away thy stain, and then, i'th' other world, we two, may meet again. Weep inward eyes, hither your streams impart, For sure, I have tears enough, to drown my heart. You amaze me Beauford, Gratiana false? I shall suspect the truth of my conception, And think all women monsters, though I never Loved with that nearness of affection To marry any, yet I mourn they should Fall from their virtue, why may not Marwood Injure her goodness? What, and dam his soul? Shall I think any with his dying breath Would shipwreck his last hope? he mixed it with His prayers, when in the stream of his own blood, His soul was launching forth. That circumstance takes away all suspicion again, Where left you Marwood? I'the Park. Quite dead? Hopeless, his weapon might have proved so happy, To have released me of a burden too; And but that manhood, and the care of my Eternity forbids, I would force out That which but wearies me to carry it, Unwelcome life? Would he were buried, My fears perplex me for you; though none see You fight, the circumstance must needs Betray you: what's he. I would borrow your ear in private. We are but one to hear, his love hath Made him? to great a part of my affliction: Speak it. The body is taken thence. Ha. I cannot be deceived sir: I beheld Too plain a demonstration of the place; But he that suffered such a loss of blood, Had not enough to maintain life till this time, Which way soe'er his body was conveyed: I must conclude it short lived, I am sorry I could not serve you. Sir,— I thank you, You deserve I should be grateful: It must be so— What fellow's this? A Surgeon. Dare you trust him? Yes, with my life. You have done that already in your discovery. Pray heaven he prove your friend. You must resolve for flight, ye shall take ship— Never. Will you ruin yourself? there's no security— There is not Captain, Therefore I'll not change my air. How? Unless thou canst instruct me how to fly from myself, for wheresoever else I wander, I shall but carry my accuser with me. Are you mad? I have heard in Afric, is a tree, which tasted By travelers, it breeds forgetfulness Of their Country, canst direct me thither? Yet 'twere in vain, unless it can extinguish, And drown the remembrance I am Beauford: No— I'll not move, let those poor things that dare not Die, obey their fears, I will expect my fate here. This is wildness, A desperate folly, pray be sensible:— whose's this, 'tis Gratiana.
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No, By heauen I haue not, I haue too much knowledge To suspect thee sinnefull, but in the assurance Of it, I must disclayme thy heart for euer: Gratiana my opinion of thy whitenesse Hath made my soule, as blacke as thine already; Weepe till thou wash away thy staine, and then, Ih'other world, we two, may meete agen. Weepe inward eyes, hither your streames impart, For sure, I haue teares enough, to drowne my heart. You amaze me Beauford, Gratiana false? I shall suspect the truth of my conception, And thinke all women monsters, though I neuer Lou'd with that neerenesse of affection To marry any, yet I mourne they should Fall from their vertue, why may not Marwood Iniure her goodnesse? What, and damme his soule? Shall I thinke any with his dying breath Would shipwracke his last hope? he mixt it with His praiers, when in the streame of his owne blood, His soule was lanching forth. That circumstance takes away al suspition agen, Where left you Marwood? I'the Parke. Quite dead? Hopelesse, his weapon might haue proued so happy, To haue released me of a burthen too; And but that man-hood, and the care of my Eternity forbids, I would force out That which but wearies me to carry it, Vnwelcome life? VVould he were buried, My feares perplex me for you; though none see You fight, the circumstance must needes Betray you: what's he. I would borrow your eare in priuate. We are but one to heare, his loue hath Made him? to great a part of my affliction: Speake it. The body is taken thence. Ha. I cannot be deceiued sir: I beheld Too plaine a demonstration of the place; But he that suffred such a losse of blood, Had not enough to maintayne life till this time, Which way so ere his body was conuey'd: I must conclude it short liu'd, I am sorry I could not serue you. Sir,—I thanke you, You deserue I should be gratefull: It must be so— What fellow's this? A Surgeon. Dare you trust him? Yes, with my life. You haue done that already in your discouery. Pray heauen he prooue your friend. You must resolue for flight, ye shall take ship— Neuer. Will you ruine your selfe? there's no security— There is not Captayne, Therefore Ile not change my ayre. How? Vnlesse thou canst instruct me how to fly from My selfe, for wheresoeuer else I wander, I shall but carry my accuser with me. Are you mad? I haue heard in Affrick, is a tree, which tasted By trauailers, it breedes forgetfulnesse Of their Country, canst direct me thither? Yet 'twere in vaine, vnlesse it can extinguish, And drowne the remembrance I am Beauford: No — Ile not moue, let those poore things that dare not Dye, obey their feares, I will expect my fate here. This is wildnesse, A desperate folly, pray be sensible:— Whose this, tis Gratiana.