Massinger, Philip · published 1632 · first performed or written 1631 [licensed for stage, Mar 11] (Annals) tragicomedy · King's Men · Blackfriars unassigned nearest T1 Death, grief and revenge · 512 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T1: death, life, dead, die, blood, revenge, soul, father, heart, heaven.
Though I should sad Lady In policy rejoice, you as a rival Of my greatness are removed, compassion, Since I believe you innocent, commands me To mourn your fortune, credit me I will urge All arguments I can allege that may Appease the emperor's fury. I will grow too, Upon my knees, unless he bid me rise, And swear he will forgive you. And repent too All this pother for an apple? Hope dear Madam, And yield not to despair, I am still your servant, And never will forsake you; though a while You leave the court, and city, and give way To the violent passions of the Emperor. Repentance in his want of you will soon find him. In the mean time I'll dispose of you, and omit No opportunity that may invite him To see his error. Oh! Forbear for heaven's sake: THis is most barbarous! how have you lost All feeling of humanity, as honour; In your consent alone to have me used thus? But to be as you are a looker on, Nay more a principal actor in't (the softness Of your former life considered) almost turns me Into a senseless statue. Would long since Death by some other means had made you one, That you might be less sensible of what You have, or are to suffer. Am to suffer? Let such, whose happiness, and heaven depend Upon their present being fear to part with A fort they cannot long hold, mine to me is A charge that I am weary of, all defences By pain, and sickness battered; Yet take heed, Take heed Lord Philanax, that for private spleen Or any false conceived grudge against me, (Since in one thought of wrong to you, I am Sincerely innocent) you do not that My royal Master must in justice punish, If you pass to your own heart thorough mine The murder as it will come out discovered. I murder you my Lord? heaven witness for me With the restoring of your health, I wish you Long life, and happiness: for myself I am Compelled to put in execution that Which I would fly from, 'tis the Emperor, The high incensed Emperors will commands What I must see performed. The Emperor! Goodness, and innocence guard me! wheels, nor racks Can force into my memory, the remembrance Of the least shadow of offence, with which I ever did provoke him, though beloved (And yet the people's love is short, and fatal) I never courted popular applause; Feasted the men of action, or laboured By prodigal gifts to draw the needy soldier, The tribunes, or centurions to a faction, Of which I would rise up the head against him. I hold no place of strength, fortress, or castle In my command, that can give sanctuary To malcontents, or countenance rebellion. I have built no palaces to face the court, Nor do my follower's bravery shame his train, And though I cannot blame my fate for want, My competent means of life deserves no envy. In what then am I dangerous?
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Though I should sad Lady In pollicie reioyce, you as a riuall Of my greatenesse are remou'd, compassion, Since I beleeue you innocent, commands mee To mourne your fortune, credit mee I will vrge All arguments I can alleage that may Appease the Emperours furie. I will grow too, Vpon my knees, vnlesse hee bid mee rise, And sweare hee will forgiue you. And repent too All his pother for an apple Hope deare Madam, And yeeld not to despaire, I am still your seruant, And neuer will forsake you; though a while You leaue the court, and city, and giue way To the violent passions of the Emperour. Repentance in his want of you will soone finde him. In the mane time Ile dispose of you, and omit No opporunity that may inuite him To see his error. Oh! Forbeare for heau'ns sake: THi is most barbarous! how haue you lost All feeling of humanity, as honor; In your consent alone to haue mee vs'd thus? But to bee as you are a looker on, Nay more a principall actor in't (the softnes Of your former life consider'd) almost turnes mee Into a senselesse statue. Would long since Death by some other meanes had made you one, That you might bee lesse sensible of what You haue, or are to suffer. Am to suffer? Let such, whose happinesse, and heauen depend Vpon their present being feare to part with A fort they cannot long holde, mine to mee is A charge that I am wearie of, all defences By paine, and sickenesse batterd; Yet take heede, Take heede Lord Philanax, that for priuate spleene Or any false conceiued grudge against mee, (Since in one thought of wrong to you, I am Sincerely innocent) you doe not that My oyall Master must in iustice punish, If you passe to your owne heart thorow mine The murther as it will come out discouer'd. I murther you my Lord? heau'n witnesse for mee With the restoring of your health, I wish you Long life, and happinesse: for my selfe I am Compell'd to put in execution that Which I would flie from, 'tis the Emperour, The high incensed Emperours will commands What I must see perform'd. The Emperour! Goodnesse, and innocence garde mee! wheeles, nor racks Can force into my memorie, the remembrance Of the least shadow of offence, with which I euer did prouoke him, though belou'd (And yet the peoples loue is short, and fatall) I neuer courted popular applause; Feasted the men of action, or labour'd By prodigall giftes to draw the needy souldier, The tribunes, or centurious to a faction, Of which I would rise vp the head against him. I hold no place of srength, fortresse, or castle In my command, that can giue sanctuarie To malecontents, or countenance rebellion. I haue built no palaces to face the court, Nor doe my followers brauerie shame his traine And though I cannot blame my fate for want, My competent meanes of life deserues no enuie. In what then am I dangerous?