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 · 480 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T1: death, life, dead, die, blood, revenge, soul, father, heart, heaven.
Who can resist the frowns of destiny? My sufferance gives my merits their reward. Your speech was wont to be in a more high Exalted Key: loud as a Gulf! Your heart Was full of jigs, and your feet did wander Even like autumn's dust. Affect so much Humility as may employ your thoughts With more compassion on my ruinous fall. I threw on you perpetual banishment. I'm come to manifest the sin of my Disguise, though it proceeded more from hope T'enjoy your person then your wealth. Witness Each nimble Register of humane Thoughts! ' Has got a sweet and powerful way in speech. This is my real shape, in which I do Appear, a thin and withered Soldier borne, I'th' later age of war: When glory's sick, And honour trivial as the spleen of Babes. He was not wont to use this Dialect. Grant now (thou beauteous wealth of Italy) An expiation for my crimes; For know, I would be clean when I shall dedicate My future vows to th'absent Altar of Thy Heart: lest I do lose the use of my Idolatry; and make repentance sin. Do all harmonious gifts reside within Such course and humble weeds? Destroy me not With scorn: I know you Ladies most delight I'th' frail surface of the body, in name, And guilded pomp, which was the fatal cause I practised them on you: Y' endear the worst Of fashion unto us, by making it A custom in yourselves. If men did not Provide such follies for our sight, we knew Not where to find their use, for they digest Them first, than they become our nourishment. Vain men. We alter our creation so With female shapes, that Heaven scarce knows its stamp And Nature (that distinction still commands T'each Sex) forgets the work of her own hands. I ne'er beheld a feature masculine Till now: had you but thus appeared unto My first survey, I might have loved in haste, And yet excused the rashness of my eyes. I 'gin to feel some danger in my stay. Ere you depart, a small memorial from Your hands, I crave, to wear upon my crest, That it may tempt kind fate to look on me, When I in glorious battle strive; and I will absent myself for evermore. I nothing keep for such sad use, as to Deprive me of so sweet a miracle. Grant my request, or I'll pursue your steps If you continue still to beg, I fear My bounty will prove rash: and I shall give So much of love, as you can ne'er repay.— O my auspicious stars! Should I not now Make use of your good influence, I were Unworthy of your care.— The choice you make Can ne'er deserve your chaste and lawful fire She is Florello of a heart and strain Too insolent for nuptial happiness:
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Who can reſiſt the frownes of deſtiny? My ſuffrance giues my merits their reward. Your ſpeech was wont to be in a more high Exalted Key: lowd as a Gulph! Your heart Was full of ligges, and your feet did wander Euen like Autumns duſt. Affect ſo much Humilitie as may imploy your thoughts With more compaſſion on my ru'nou fall. I threw on you perpetuall baniſhment. I'm come to manifeſt the ſinne of my Diſguiſe▪ though it proceeded more from hope T'inioy your perſon then your wealth. Witneſſe Each nimble Regiſter of humane Thoughts! 'Has got a ſweet and powerfull way in ſpeech. This is my reall hape, in which I doe Appeare, a thinne and witherd Souldier borne, I'th'later age of warre: When glorie's ſicke, And honour triuiall as the ſpleene of Babes. He was not wont to vſe this Dialect. Grant now (thou beautious wealth of Italy) An expiation for my crimes; For know, I would be cleane when I ſhall dedicate My future vowes to th'abſent Altar of Thy Heart: leſt I doe looſe the vſe of my Idolatry; and make repentance ſinne. Doe all harmonious gifts reſide within Such courſe and humble weedes? Deſtroy me not With ſcorne: I know you Ladies moſt delight I'th'fraile ſurface of the body, in name, And guilded pompe, which was the fatall cauſe I practis'd them on you: Y' endeere the worſt Of faſhion vnto vs, by making it A cuſtome in your ſelues. If men did not Prouide ſuch follies for our ſight, we knew Not where to finde their vſe, for they digeſt Them firſt, then they become our nouriſhment. Vaine men. We alter our creation ſo With female ſhapes, that Heauen ſcarce knowes its ſtam And Nature (that diſtinction ſtill commands T'each Sex) forgets the worke of her owne hands. I nere beheld a feature maſculine Till now: had you but thus appeard vnto My firſt ſuruay, I might haue lou'd in haſte, And yet excus'd the raſhneſſe of my eies. I ginne to feele ſome danger in my ſtay. Ere you depart, a ſmall memoriall from Your hands, I craue, to weare vpon my creſt, That it may tempt kinde fate to looke on me, When I in glorious battell ſtriue; and I will abſent my ſelfe for euermore. I nothing keepe for ſuch ſad vſe, as to Depriue me of ſo ſweet a miracle. Grant my requeſt, or I'le purſue your ſteps If you continue ſtill to beg, I feare My bounty will prooue raſh: and I ſhall giue So much of loue, as you can ne're repay. — O my auſpicious ſtarres! Should I not now Make vſe of your good influence, I were Vnworthy of your care. — The choice you make Can nere deſerue your chaſte and lawfull fire She is Florello of a heart and ſtraine Too inſolent for nuptiall happineſſe: