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 · 501 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T1: death, life, dead, die, blood, revenge, soul, father, heart, heaven.
He is already so exhaust, that his Wise bounty can no more be Argument For wit: And now to have this plea for his Dismission is above my joy. Signior!— Sweet Love, I have been bold to give away One or two of thy Farms to these my Followers, They are kind wretches both, and love thee well. Indeed? Yes saith, They bid me rather than Thou shouldst thus pine for love to marry thee. Stand off! More distant yet. Wouldst view my Limbs?— When you do make your Christianitie More known, you must be called Florello Hah! forty blue Fiends wait to arrest you in Your passage home. Madam, I am traduced. Could your abusive Arts make choice of none But me? Be sure this visit is your last. I must not, dare not, leave ye, till I've cleared The errors in this calumny— Return, Or you affront my power, and I shall think Your love, is, as your person, counterfeit. The strength of all my Charity affords You but this Key, which in my Orchard Gate You may employ, and free you from th'Arrest. Besognia, I'll to bed.— A sober truth. Sums I owed when I embarked for Pisa.— Now shall I, like a melancholy worm, Feed on raw Roots.— Sing Canticles of woe! I must e'en go tag points in a Garret.— This Key, with rescue o'th' young Rapiers of The Law will bring us home. No moneys Sir? Faith we must all disrobe, our Vestments old Stitch on again, and mortgage these to raise A Sum that may assist my liberty. Creep in our Rags of Tinder, in our thin And dusty webs again. I feel a herd Of small cattle graze on my left shoulder.— O my forward bounty! There's but sick hope My jewels will return; since custom shows; What Ladies thus from their dull Suitors get They do preserve as Tribute to their wit. The longer moiety of the Night's unspent. Since time grew old, he slowly finds his steps I'th' dark: by day he swifter moves. Get thee To bed; The Casements of thine Eyes are shut; Imprisoning their dear Light. Madam, good night. Come my Sciolto, and confirm the virtue of Thy faith; or I disperse my Soul in Sighs, And make this Chair my easy monument. All are departed that to Charintha Made visit: Your Servants have begun Their sleep, and Guards are placed upon the Gates. Are my bold Instruments in ambush laid, And scattered for the best advantage of Their concealed action, and their view? They are. Expect me then beneath the Garden Mount. You swelling Clouds choke my afflicted sight? The Stars like scattered embers fall. The Tears Of men do meet in Seas, and Seas o'erwhelm The Earth. Th'amazed herds howl to the Sun For help; whose Beams suck moisture up, till he Hath made the flood his draught; but vomits all In Showers again; such as Deucalion saw! Nature (it seems) is frighted from her health.
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He is alreadie ſo exhauſt, that his Wiſe bountie can no more be Argument For wit: And now to haue this plea for his Diſmiſſion is aboue my ioy. Signior!— Sweet Loue, I haue beene bold to giue away One or two of thy Farmes to theſe my Foll'wers, They are kinde wretches both, and loue thee well. Indeed? Yes ſaith, They bid me rather then Thou ſhouldſt thus pine for loue to marrie thee. Stand off! More diſtant yet. Wouldſt view my Limmes?— When you doe make your Chriſtianitie More knowne, you muſt be call'd Florello ▪ Hah! Fortie blew Fiends wait to arreſt you in Your paſſage home. Madam, I am traduc'd. Could your abuſiue Arts make choice of none But me? Be ſure this viſit is your laſt. I muſt not, dare not, leaue ye, till I'ue cleerd The errours in this callumnie— Returne, Or you affront my power, and I ſhall thinke Your loue, is, as your perſon, counterfeit. The ſtrength of all my Charitie affoords You but this Key, which in my Orchard Gate You may imploy, and free you from th'Arreſt. Beſognia, I'le to bed. — A ſober truth. Summes I ow'd when I imbark'd for Piſa. — Now ſhall I, like a melancholie worme, Feede on raw Rootes.— Sing Canticles of woe! I muſt e'en goe tagge points in a Garret. — This Key, with reſcue o'th'young Rapiers of The Law will bring vs home. No moneis Sir? Faith we muſt all diſrobe, our Veſtments old Stitch on agen, and morgage theſe to raiſe A Summe that may aſſiſt my librrtie. Creepe in our Rags of Tinder, in our thinne And duſtie webs agen. I feele a heard Of ſmall cattell graze on my left ſhoulder. — O my forward bountie! There's but ſicke hope My Iewels will returne; ſince cuſtome ſhewes; What Ladies thus from ther dull Sutors get They doe preſerue as Tribute to their wit. The longer moitie of the Night's vnſpent. Since time grew old, he ſlowly findes his ſteps I'th darke: by day he ſwifter moues. Get thee To bed; The Caſements of thine Eies are ſhut; Impriſning their deare Light. Madam, good night. Come my Sciolto, and confirme the vertue of Thy faith; or I diſperſe my Soule in Sighs, And make this Chaire my eaſie monument. All are departed that to Charintha Made viſit: Your Seruants haue begunne Their ſleepe, and Guards are plac'd vpon the Gates. Are my bold Inſtruments in ambuſh laid, And ſcatter'd for the beſt aduantage of Their conceal'd action, and their view? They are. Expect me then beneath the Garden Mount. You ſwelling Cloudes choake my afflicted ſight▪ The Starres like ſcatterd embers fall. The Teares Of men doe meete in Seas, and Seas orewhelme The Earth. Th'amazed Heards howle to the Sunne For helpe; whoſe Beames ſucke moiſture vp, till he Hath made the flood his draught; but vomits all In Showres agen; ſuch as Deucalion ſaw! Nature (it ſeemes) is frighted from her health.