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 · 538 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T1: death, life, dead, die, blood, revenge, soul, father, heart, heaven.
And from this A furious jealousy getting possession Of the good emperor's heart, in his rage he doomed The innocent Lord to die, my perjury The fatal cause of murder. Take heed daughter, You niggle not with your conscience, and religion, In styling him an innocent from your fear, And shame to accuse yourself. The Emperor Had many spies upon you, saw such graces, Which virtue could not warrant, showered upon him; Glances in public, and more liberal favours In your private chamber meetings, making way For foul adultery; nor could he be But sensible of the compact passed between you, To the ruin of his honour. Hear me Father, I looked for comfort, but in this you come To add to my afflictions. Cause not you Your own damnation, in concealing that Which may in your discovery find forgiveness. Open your eyes, set heaven, or hell before you. In the revealing of the truth, you shall Prepare a palace for your soul to dwell in, Stored with celestial blessings; whereas if You palliate your crime, and dare beyond Playing with lightning, in concealing it, Expect a dreadful dungeon, filled with horror, And never-ending torments. May they fall Eternally upon me, and increase, When that which we call time hath lost its name; May lightning cleave the centre of the earth, And I sink quick, before you have absolved me, Into the bottomless Abyss, I fever In one unchaste desire, nay in a thought I wronged the honour of the emperor's bed. I do deserve, I grant, more than I suffer In that my fervour, and desire to please him, In my holy meditations pressed upon me, And would not be kept out, now to dissemble (When I shall suddenly be insensible, Of what the world speaks of me) were mere madness: And though you are incredulous, I presume, If as I kneel now, my eyes swollen with tears, My hands heaved up thus, my stretched heartstrings ready To break asunder, my incensed Lord (His storm of jealousy blown over) should hear me, He would believe I lied not. Rise, and see him, On his knees with joy affirm it. Can this be? My sisters, and the rest there, all bear witness. In freeing this incomparable Lady From the suspicion of guilt, I do Accuse myself, and willingly submit To any penance, she in justice shall Please to impose upon me. Royal Sir, your ill opinion of me 's soon forgiven. But how you can make satisfaction to The poor Paulinus, he being dead, in reason You must conclude impossible. And in that I am most miserable; the Ocean Of joy, which in your innocence flowed high to me, ebbs in the thought of my unjust command, By which he died. O Philanax (as thy name Interpreted speaks thee) thou hast ever been A lover of the King, and thy whole life Can witness thy obedience to my will, In putting that in execution, which Was trusted to thee, say but yet this once Thou hast not done what rashly I commanded And that Paulinus lives, and thy reward For not performing that which I enjoined thee, Shall centuple whatever yet thy duty, Or merit challenged from me.
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And rom this A furious iealousie getting possession Of the good Emperours heart, in his rage hee doom'd The innocent Lord to dye, my periurie The fatall cause of murther. Take heed daughter, You niggle not with your conscience, and religion, In stiling him an innocent from your feare, And shame to accuse your selfe. The Emperour Had many spies vpon you, saw such graces, Which vertue could not warrant, showr'd vpon him; Glances in publick, and more liberall fauours In your priuate chamber meetings, making way For foule adulterie; nor could hee bee But sensible of the compact pass'd betweene you, To the ruine of his honor. Heare mee Father, I look'd for comfort, but in this you come To adde to my afflictions. Cause not you Your owne damnation, in concealing that Which may in your discouerie finde forgiuenesse Open your eyes, set heauen, or hell before you. In the reuealing of the truth, you shall Prepare a palace for your soule to dwell in, Stor'd with celestiall blessings; whereas if You palliate your crime, and dare beyond Playing with lightning, in concealing it, Expect a dreadfull dungeon, fill'd with horror, And neuer-ending torments. May they fall Eternally vpon mee, and increase, When that which wee call time hath lost its name; May lightning claue the centre of the earth, And I sinke quicke, before you haue absolu'd mee, Into the bottomlesse Abysse, I feuer In one vnchaste desire, nay in a thought I wrong'd the honor of the Emperours bed. I doe deserue, I grant, more then I suffer In that my feruor, and desire to please him, In my holy meditations press'd vpon me, And would not bee kept out, now to dissemble (When I shall suddinely bee insensible, Of what the world speaks of mee) were meere madnesse: And though you are incredulous, I presume, If as I kneele now, my eyes swolne with teares, My hands heaud vp thus, my stretch'd heartstrings ready To breake a sunder, my incensed Lord (His storme of iealousie blowne ore) should heare mee, Hee would beleeue I lied not. Rise, and see him, On his knees with ioy affirme it. Can this bee? My sisters, and the rest there, all beare witnesse. In freeing this incomparable Lady From the suspition of guilt, I doe Accuse my selfe, and willingly submit To any penance, shee in iustice shall Please to impose vpon mee. Royall Sir, your ill opinion of mee 's soone forgiuen. But how you can make satisfaction to The poore Paulinus, hee being dead, in reason You must conclude impossible. And in that I am most miserable; the Ocean Of ioy, which in your innocence flow'd high to mee, Ebb's in the thought of my vniust command, By which hee died. O Philanax (as thy name Interpreted speakes thee) thou hast euer bene A louer of the King, and thy whole life Can witnesse thy obedience to my will, In putting that in execution, which Was trusted to thee, say but yet this once Thou hast not done what rashly I commanded And that Paulinus liues, and thy reward For not performing that which I inioin'd thee, Shall centuple what euer yet thy dutie, Or merit challeng'd from mee.