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 · 504 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T1: death, life, dead, die, blood, revenge, soul, father, heart, heaven.
Sciolto, now requite the leisure I Have given thy penitence, by rendering straight Unto the world, how far thou didst corrupt These Ladies with thy guilt. For know, I still Persuaded Altamont thy lust enjoyed No more, than what concerned wishes or hope. And I was ushered toth' belief of this, By knowledge of those secret spies which he Employed to watch your personal removes, About the House: whose labours ever missed Of finding that success he prophesied. I do confess m'imagination once Did sin against them both: but if it ere Extended unto act; let me lose Heaven. If Altamont were now alive, he would Permit this utterance clear his faith. Madam, You hear that he Scoperta vindicates By oath; though his own crime doth carry an Import more evident, and black; but yet When you behold his feature, and his youth, Your mercy may conceive 'twere pity that He should so soon depart from time and flesh. Sir, you have skill to know my womanhood Is weak as ignorance, or sleep. Why should You seat me here, thus to dispose of Law: That ne'er knew any justice, but revenge. Your sentence I am bound to execute. Have I not heard you say, my Husband did Ordain them both for death? 'twould ill become The duty of my knowledge t'alter his Decree. Keep your intent, I will usurp The office of your tongue. Mutes, strangle them. If in thy functions, gentle Nature claim An interest, let us embrace, and use Solemnity, before we do forsake Each other's view. I grant what you Request: make your performance short; whilst I Reveal m'opinions (Lady) to your ear. O Scoperta! this is the last of all Our busy dreams; what we possess is but Imaginary now: Thy shadow I, Embrace, not thee: for like to it, thou'lt fly From my enjoyment, and no more be seen!— So much of various fate, so soon expressed Two lovers yet ne'er knew; since sympathy First dwelled on Earth. Ere long we must be cold, Cold, cold my Love, and wrapped in stubborn sheets Of lead: housed in a deep, a gloomy vault; Where no society will mix with us, But what shall quicken from our tainted limbs. Whilst still there's noise, and business in the world; Whilst still the wars grow loud, and battles join; Whilst Kings their Queens salute in ivory beds. But O! how many Ages may succeed In heaven's dark Calendar; ere we again Material be, and meet in our warm flesh? And whether that our souls, when they're preferred To taste eternity will ever think Upon the bargains of our humane love, Is unto me a desolate suspense. Philosophy doth seem to laugh upon Our hopes, and wise Divinity belies Our knowledge, with our Faith: jealous Nature, Hath locked, her secrets in a Cabinet, Which Time ne'er saw: and he that in it pries Unto Religion forfeits his bold Eyes. Our Reason frights our Senses to distrust. My Lips do beg from thine a Legacy—
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Sciolto, now requite the leyſure I Haue giuen thy penitence, by rendring ſtraight Vnto the world, how farre thou didſt corrupt Theſe Ladies with thy guilt. For know, I ſtill Perſwaded Altamont thy luſt inioi'd No more, then what concern'd wiſhes or hope. And I was vſher'd to'th beliefe of this, By knowledge of thoſe ſecret ſpies which he Imploy'd to watch your perſonall remooues, About the Houſe: whoſe labours euer miſs'd Of finding that ſucceſſe he prophecy'd. I doe confeſſe m'imagination once Did ſinne againſt them both: but if it ere Extended vnto act; let me loſe Heauen▪ If Altamont were now aliue, he would Permit this vtterance cleere his fayth. Madam, You heare that he Scoperta vindicates By oath; though his owne crime doth carry an Import more euident, and blacke; but yet When you behold his feature, and his youth, Your mercy may conceiue t'were pity that He ſhould ſo ſoone depart from time and fleſh. Sir, you haue skill to know my womanhood Is weake as ignorance, or ſleepe. Why ſhould You ſeat me heere, thus to diſpoſe of Law: That ne're knew any iuſtice, but reuenge. Your ſentence I am bound to execute. Haue I not heard you ſay, my Husband did Ordaine them both for death? T'would ill become The duty of my knowledge t'alter his Decree. Keepe your intent, I will vſurpe The office of your tongue. Mutes, ſtrangle them. If in thy functions, gentle Nature claime An intereſt, let vs imbrace, and vſe Solemnity, before we doe forſake Each others view. I grant what you Requeſt: make your performance ſhort; whilſt I Reueale m'opinions (Lady) to your eare. O Scoperta! this is the laſt of all Our buſie dreames; what we poſſeſſe is but Imaginary now: Thy ſhadow I, Embrace, not thee: for like to it, thou'lt flie From my enioyment, and no more be ſeene!— So much of various fate, ſo ſoone expres'd Two louers yet nere knew; ſince ſimpathy Firſt dwelt on Earth. Ere long we muſt be cold, Cold, cold my Loue, and wrapp'd in ſtubborne ſheets Of lead: hows'd in a deepe, a gloomy vault; Where no ſociety will mix with vs, But what ſhall quicken from our tainted limmes. Whilſt ſtill ther's noiſe, and buſines in the world; Whilſt ſtill the warres grow loud, and battels ioyne; Whilſt Kings their Queenes ſalute in Iuory beds. But O! how many Ages may ſucceed In Heauens darke Kalender; ere we agen Materiall be, and meet in our warme fleſh? And whether that our ſoules, when they're prefer'd To taſte eternity will euer thinke Vpon the bargaines of our humane loue, Is vnto me a deſolate ſuſpence. Phyloſophie doth ſeeme to laugh vpon Our hopes, and wiſe Diuinity belies Our knowledge, with our Fayth: iealous Nature, Hath lock'd, her ſecrets in a Cabinet, Which Time nere ſaw: and he that in it prys Vnto Religion forfeites his bold Eies. Our Reaſon frights our Sences to diſtruſt. My Lipps doe beage from thine a Legacie—