Davenant, William · published 1630 · first performed or written 1629 [licensed for stage, Oct 2] (Annals) tragicomedy · King's Men · Blackfriars unassigned nearest T1 Death, grief and revenge · 491 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T1: death, life, dead, die, blood, revenge, soul, father, heart, heaven.
My curses (Sir) have cause t'assault Her more than yours: for she has starved me here With want of natural delight. My free Large growth and tincture of my hair denote, My constitution cannot suffer me, To wear a surplice, or proceed Eunuch. Though I should bathe and swim in julips Sir, I've still unruly heat about my Chine. A Salamander that doth feed and clothe itself with flame, was thy Progenitor. Have I not equal reason to complain? In three Hours not so much as a dry kiss. Th'old amorous Deacon that embraced his Cow Was not so destitute. Fine calumny! A Negro might be useful now, although she'd but one eye, and that fixed on her heel. I'll strew upon thy food the teeth of Snakes, Signior, presume no more upon a fond Easy nature. I have been abstinent Too long. Haste, and with pliant steps present Your wife; Or else I'll assure ye you shall seek Some other man to Cuckold ye for me. Sciolto, this is barbarous! I'll shoot Thy heart with needles, small as splinters of A hair that thou mayst die, and yet not know That thou art killed. I thank ye (Signior) but We Florentines do sleep like Leverets, With our Eyes open: howe'er, I could vouchsafe To shoot you now, and prevent your kindness.— Sciolto, hold. If either charge do miss, He that survives, shall grind thy marble heart, Between his teeth— I meant not to give fire. There is a trick of gravity i'th' state Called Law. Besides, you dead, the children which I chance to get upon your buxom wife, I should go near to keep at my own charge. Africa breeds no monster like to thee. I'll to my chamber now, and fortify There, I remain (during the pleasure of Your wife) your Tenant (Signior) in fee tail.— It is a cunning, and promiscuous slave. This story of Alteza's abstinence, He doth but counterfeit, to gull my sight. Had the Devil himself crept into flesh, And undertook this service to your wife, She had possessed, the weaker Instrument. He hath in 's Veins, a most intemperate blood His valour's so renowned, that all the smooth, The curled, and silken Nobles of the Town, Do homage to his Sword; and by such Acts As these, he glorifies his truant youth. Thy faith was jealous, I seduced thy ear To share untruths: but now, thou know'st too much. 'twas my suspect of Fame, and dispersement Of your deep wrong, that manacled till now, Your hands. My temperate Lectures cease. Obey Revenge, and I will follow it, until My wealth, and life, are forfeited to Law. Hah! wilt thou? O my quickened heart (entombed Before within my breast) wilt thou? This, this Then is the direful night, wherein I'll give A strict and cruel justice to Revenge. This then is the night, wherein my bold love Shall merit me th'eternal name of friend.
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My curſes (Sir) haue cauſe t'aſſault Her more then yours: for ſhe has ſtaru'd me heere With want of naturall delight. My free Large growth and tincture of my haire denote, My conſtitution cannot ſuffer me, To weare a ſurpleſſe, or proceed Eunuch. Though I ſhould bath and ſwimme in Iulips Sir, I'ue ſtill vnrulie heate about my Chine. A Salamander that doth feede and cloth It ſelfe with flame, was thy Progenitor. Haue I not equall reaſon to complaine? In three Houres not ſo much as a drie kiſſe. Th'old amorous Deacon that imbrac'd his Cow Was not ſo deſtitute. Fine calumny! A Negro might be vſefull now, although Sh'ad but one eye, and that fix'd on her heele. I'le ſtrew vpon thy food the teeth of Snakes, Signior, preſume no more vpon a fond Eaſie nature. I haue beene abſtinent Too long. Haſte, and with pliant ſteps preſent Your wife; Ot elſe I'le aſſure ye you ſhall ſeeke Some other man to Cuckold ye for me. Sciolto, this is barbarous! I'le ſhoot Thy heart with needles, ſmall as ſplinters of A haire that thou mayſt die, and yet not know That thou art kild. I thanke ye (Signior) but We Florentines doe ſleepe like Leuorites, With our Eyes open: how ere, I could vouchſafe To ſhoot you now, and preuent your kindneſſe.— Sciolto, hold. If eyther charge doe miſſe, He that ſuruiues, ſhall grinde thy marble heart, Betweene his teeth— I meant not to giue fire. There is a tricke of grauity i'th ſtate Cald Law. Beſides, you dead, the children which I chance to get vpon your buckſome wife, I ſhould goe neere to keepe at my owne charge. Africa breedes no monſter like to thee. I'le to my chamber now, and fortifie There, I remaine (during the pleaſure of Your wife) your Tenant (Signior) in fee tayle. — It is a cunning, and promiſcuous ſlaue. This ſtory of Alteza's abſtinence, He doth but counterfet, to gull my ſight. Had the Diuell himſelfe crep't into fleſh, And vndertooke this ſeruice to your wife, She had poſſeſſd, the weaker Inſtrument. He hath in 's Veynes, a moſt intemperat blood His valour's ſo renown'd, that all the ſmooth, The curl'd, and ſilken Nobles of the Towne, Doe homage to his Sword; and by ſuch Actes As theſe, he glorifies his truant youth. Thy fayth was iealous, I ſeduc'd thy eare To ſhare vntruths: but now, thou knowſt too much. T'was my ſuſpect of Fame, and diſperſement Of your deepe wrong, that manacled till now, Your hands. My temp'rate Lectures ceaſe. Obey Reuenge, and I will follow it, vntill My wealth, and life, are forfeyted to Law. Hah! wilt thou? O my quickened heart (entomb'd Before within my breaſt) wilt thou? This, this Then is the direfull night, wherein I'le giue A ſtrict and cruell iuſtice to Reuenge. This then is the night, wherein my bold loue Shall merit me th'eternall name of friend.